#? i mean anon gave a semi fic so--
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hi! i just read "one, two..." with djj × female pairing and i was wondering if you could maybe do a jeno, haechan and mark/jaemin version? i love your works!
your wish is my command bsf <3 also thank you so much! means a lot :)
don't let us kinkshame you!
“Don’t talk back to me. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But don’t stop because you’re shy. Tell us what you want, baby.”
“Yeah, _. Don’t let us kinkshame you.”
pairing: markhyuckno x fem!reader, stylist!reader
other members: chenle (poor dude has no idea)
word count: 7.2k
genre: smut
warnings: this is purely a graphic smut so minors please dni!! foursome, everything is consensual (safeword is established + mentioned), dom!marhyuckno (hard dom!jeno), sub!reader, fanfiction smut is a main theme in this, wet dreams, alpha/omega/beta kink, alpha!jeno, sir kink, sort of muscle/size kink (i'm sorry but bulging biceps make me go insane), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly folks), rough sex (reader is manhandled/held down), degradation (liberal use of the words slut, whore, brat + other degrading terms), everyone has a ginormous dick, slight praise kink, sort of pain play (not really) intense orgasms, squirting, fingering (fem receiving), humiliation, oral (male receiving), nipple play, riding, crying during sex, spanking, begging, punishing reader sexually, profanity
disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.
a/n: thank you anon and sorry this is definitely the nastiest thing to ever come out of my imagination and onto my laptop. i think i'm on some sort of watchlist for sure
“Have you read it, _?”
“Read what?” The sound of the hairdryer muffled most sounds in the room, including Mark’s voice as you watched his mouth open and close with his answer. Running your hands through Haechan’s semi-dry locks, you noticed a lit-up phone in front of your face. Squinting, you read while your hands worked.
poison | alpha! jeno x reader | 18+
You swallowed thickly, but quickly composed yourself. Swiping the hairbrush off the dresser, you glanced at Haechan in the mirror, setting his hair at the same time. “Sounds like more action than you two would ever get in a week…combined.”
Haechan rolled his tongue inside his cheek, playfully annoyed while Mark remained undeterred, his eyes still glued to his phone. His eyes suddenly widen, and he looks away, a mix of morbid curiosity and shock in his eyes. “Damn...”
Haechan sneered. “Got a boner there, Mr Lee?”
An empty can of hairspray bounced off Haechan’s forehead with a dull thump, Mark’s chair now swivelled around to face him. “Guys! Let me do my job! We only have, like, 2 minutes to go, and Haechan, your damn hair isn’t setting.”
“I have to dye it every 2 minutes because I have a comeback that often, remember?”
“Have you been using the treatment I gave you last session?”
“Why? Would you give me a reward if I did?” His deep brown irises glistened under the harsh white lights as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Smacking his shoulder in response, you tried to hide the way your heart was fluttering inside your chest, like a million butterflies trapped in a glass jar. “Lee Donghyuck!”
“It’s okay baby, it’ll be better next time.”
“Gross.” Embarrassingly, you felt your core twitch at the mere thought of those words being taken out of context. “Such a dirty mind. You sure you didn’t write that alpha fic?”
You were getting brave, but something inside of you forced you to keep going. Haechan scoffed, rolling his eyes and swinging one leg over the other. “Yeah, I don’t have the hots for Jeno. Mark might, though.”
“Say it one more time, Donghyuck, I’m warning you.” Mark was shrugging the salon cape off himself, brushing lint off the stage jacket. He towered over his hairstylist, on her tiptoes as she fixed the strands of hair that spiked strategically on his forehead. His undercut teased you from the side, and you swallowed deeply, thinking about last night. As if on cue, Mark turned to look at you, as quick as you would glance at the barista for your morning coffee. “See you later.”
That was code for see you later with my cock down your throat.
∞
“Nghhh, Mark.”
“You’re doing so well, baby. Think you can go a few more times?”
You nodded slowly, the swollen bulb of his cock sticking onto the remnants of your lipgloss.
“Fuck, such a perfect slut. How did we get so lucky, hmm?” Your hair tangled in his long fingers, he pierced you on his thick length, tapping your cheek with his other hand when you gagged loudly. “Shhh, quieter. Don’t want anyone else to hear, yeah?”
You whimpered softly, desperately trying to open wider to accommodate him. He pushed you deep until your nose grazed his pubic bone, your hands immediately coming to his thighs as a reflex. “Good fucking girl. God, I’m so close. All for you, baby.” You pushed on his thighs when you felt your throat restrict uncomfortably, coughing up saliva as you soon as his cock left your mouth.
Mark tipped your head up to face him, your watery eyes staring back at him. “Gonna make you feel so good after this, yeah?” His thumb pressed down on your tongue hard, forcing drool to slide down your chin. “Use your words, slut. Tell me how much you need my cock.”
Mark was usually mean, but today he was mean mean, and, though you were taken aback, you couldn’t say you hated it.
Garbled sounds left your mouth as Mark slipped his other fingers inside your mouth, forcing you to babble nonsense at him. He laughed darkly. “So pathetic.”
“Mark, please.” You gasped as he released your mouth, fingers now grabbing your chin tightly. “Wanna make you feel so good, s-sir.”
“Wanna make your alpha feel good, baby?” You froze immediately, the word alpha stunning you into place like a deer caught in headlights.
You and Mark stared at each other for much longer than would normally be considered sexy, the energy in the air quickly changing into something painstakingly awkward. Not wanting to lose the momentum you both had gathered or, worse, discuss what just happened, you grabbed at his cock and shoved your mouth onto him, making him stumble backwards and groan. The air was filled with sounds of sloppy head, all caution thrown out the window as you bobbed your head through his orgasm, not stopping until you felt hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat.
∞
“Mark, I will never let you forget this.”
“Haechan, be serious here.” Mark unbuttoned the top of his jeans, breathing out in relief as the seams on the size-too-small pants released its iron-clad grip on his body. The inside of the car was dark, the only light being that coming from Haechan’s phone, illuminating the bottom of his face and lips, now curled into a teasing smirk.
Haechan leant forward, seemingly trying to hide the impending conversation from the poor staff member tasked on driving them back to their dorm. “You used the word alpha unironically while you were making _ suck your dick? I’m actually fucking dying right now.”
“Oh my god, yes, we get it, I tried something new and it failed miserably.” Mark hissed under his break, sneaking one glance behind him. “But what was weirder is…well, you should have seen the look on her face. It’s like she got caught or something.”
Haechan chuckled lowly. “Or maybe she was just weirded the hell out, Mark.”
“Well,” Mark scratched at his head, the hair gel residue now itching at his scalp. “We usually…do more. But today, she just ran out after that and didn’t say anything else.”
“Good job, Milk. You just ruined your chances at sex with her forever, you freak.”
Mark sighed, pretending not to have heard him and frowning as if deep in thought. Haechan raised one eyebrow. “You don’t mean to say…”
“What?”
“That’s not what you’re insinuating, is it?” The car began to slow, and both men became wary of the newfound quiet inside the car as they cruised down a near-empty suburb, the odd man or woman dimly lit by passing streetlights as the walked by. “What are you talking about right now?” As Haechan reshuffled himself on his seat to get closer to Mark, one leg brushed past his, and he cleared his throat, trying to be as unsuspecting as possible.
“You think she’s into that kinda stuff?”
“Well, why would she run away then?”
“Think about what we were doing before this.” The words felt unsure even as they left his mouth, hanging in the air with uncertainty. It was too ridiculous no matter how he looked at it. But just he had to say it.
The elephant in the room.
“Wait, wait. That’s her story?”
“Woah.” Haechan put down his phone officially, the car now shrouded in a new darkness, both men squinting to make out the other’s face. “I meant that she might have read it. Not that she…well.” He was visibly puzzled now, his voice faint but quick like a flurry of feathers. “I mean, there’s that possibility. But maybe she was into it, and you reminding her of it made her embarrassed.”
“But why would she be embarrassed? We do worse things, for sure.”
“Okay, first of all, gross. Second, she probably hasn’t accepted it herself. I mean, that fic…” He leant back, his jacket crinkling loud in the almost silent car. “There’s stuff in there that goes way beyond your regular wild kinks and shit.”
“She doesn’t strike me as that kind of girl.” Both men sit in silence for a while, letting that sink in. “I mean…she would be confident enough to be bolder about that kind of thing, you know? She’s the kinda girl that knows what she wants, when she wants it, exactly how she wants it.”
“Right.” Haechan bit his lip, trying to hold back the words that’s so fucking sexy for fear of being teased mercilessly for months. He knew you belonged to no one, yet there was a part of him that recognised that you would probably never choose him to have your way with. The way you looked at Mark, eyes glazing over in deep submission, a stark contrast to the way you looked at him, so many things hidden behind those playful, bratty eyes.
Mark hummed under his breath, phone now in hand. “She’s coming tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, I think it’s her shift tomorrow.” Haechan didn’t think, he knew. He knew you worked Mondays and Fridays and the occasional Wednesday, always arriving between 13 to 16 minutes early to go to the bathroom first, stepping into the dressing room just a minute before and no later. It was creepy, for sure, but he couldn’t help it. He felt the need to be ready whenever you were there. He needed you to see him only in the ways he wanted, layers of banter and smooth mannerisms hiding his true feelings underneath, the way his heart slammed against his ribcage and threatened to break free whenever you moved close.
“Well, we’ll see how she reacts then.” Mark slouched against his seat, his voice fading away as his attention shifted, and Haechan marvelled at how five second thoughts of you had rendered him completely amnesiac to what he was just talking about with Mark. He closed his eyes, letting his body naturally drift off into an exhausted slumber.
∞
“Hey boys.”
Your satin-clad hips swayed back and forth as you walked, one hand re-applying your gloss for what felt like the dozenth time. “Anyone need a touch up or are we all good here?”
Mark was surprised at your easy demeanour, as if nothing was ever going on between you guys, let alone the encounter you two had had only yesterday. He cleared his throat, sweat dripping down his forehead as another staff member helped him unzip his top from the back. “You look…nice.” He wondered if it was obvious that he was trying to keep his eyes locked on your face, not wanting his gaze to linger too much on your body.
“Yeah, I’m dressed for the event after this. That’s still happening, right?” Your heels clacked against the linoleum floor as you stepped forward. Haechan was only two steps ahead of you, his hair in the hands of another stylist. You whispered something to her and she let go, walking away with the gel stick still in her hand. “Look forward.”
“Didn’t really strike me as the party type, _.” Your last name drawled off his lips, lazy and nonchalant. “Always stroke me as weird book girl in the corner type.”
“And what if I am?” You started backcombing his stiff strands, grimacing at the residue the gel was leaving and the way it was inevitably mixing with his sweat. “I can be both, can’t I?”
“Sure. You could be a writer, couldn’t you, _?”
Haechan could have sworn that even for a split second, a moment so small, so blink and you’ll miss it, that you hesitated. Your hands shook with the energy of a tiny hummingbird flapping its wings, so swift it stopped as soon as it registered. “Nah.” You sounded different now, like you were feigning innocence to hide the fact that he had cornered you.
Mark and Haechan shared a knowing side-eye as Haechan felt firm pulls on his scalp. “You should probably get going, Mark.” His name fell solid in the air as it left your mouth, as certain as a command would be, and your peripheral vision caught the ends of his body as he packed up his things and left soundlessly.
It was only you and Haechan in the room now, the other stylists now long gone (a/n: how convenient!), leaving behind only the mess of a true makeup studio, products strewn haphazardly across the plastic dressers. You watched Haechan lick his lips on instinct in the mirror, only now noticing the various sticky notes adorned with Korean letters you weren’t too familiar with. “No, don’t. You’ll mess up the- oh, never mind.” You sighed, but it didn’t feel relieving at all, as if your muscles were constricting up again instead of letting go. Haechan talked at your reflection. “Sorry.”
A whirl of your arm sent his chair turning so he was now facing you, bending over to match his eye level. “Hold still.” As your breaths played out of sync, you were hyper aware of every sensation. The way your hairs stood on end. The smell of his musky cologne now filling your nostrils. Your bare legs suddenly burning hot, slightly brushing against the inside of his knees. Your eyes fighting to stay up at his face and not stray downwards. “That’s it.” You glazed his lips over with your applicator, gripping the tube and the arm of the chair in one hand.
You were used to these intimate positions, particularly with the job you had. But, as you realised you had just applied your own lipgloss onto him, a different feeling was dawning on you.
As you locked eyes, Haechan spoke, bold and ready. “It would be insane if you didn’t kiss me right now.”
The first noticeable sensation was the sticky mess that threatened to spread over the edges of both of your lips, lewd sucking noises now filling the air as you both dived deeper. Your tongue flitted over his lips and he groaned. “Fuck.” Readjusting in his chair, he slapped his thigh. “Sit, sit.”
“No.” Pulling away, you turned his chair once again to face the mirror and patted his shoulder. “Stand up.”
“W-wh…” Confused, he stumbled off anyway, wheels turning and the seat rolling away from the impact of his stand. He turned to face you.
“Good boy.” You smirked, lips now grazing the supple skin of his Adam’s apple, hands travelling down to his pants. “Is this what you wanted all along, baby?”
He stared, eyes slightly glassy, rimmed with smudged black kohl. Tilting his head back, he breathed soft moans onto your skin as you sucked on his neck, red blooming onto his olive skin. “A-ah.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck.”
“Fuck, I need you right now, Hyuck.” Something about using his real name felt too intimate, affectionate even, and he kissed you as you unbuckled him, semi-stiff cock hitting your clothed pelvis. Pushing him back onto the vanity, you angled yourself, him eventually helping you by giving you a small lift once he realised what was happening. Up on your toes, one leg slightly elevated, you let your walls suck him in all at once. “O-oh, fuck.”
He thrusted upwards, iron grip on your hips unchanging as you clawed at his back, the studs on his jacket rough underneath the pads of your fingers. The pleasure was spreading to your chest, rendering you speechless. “Oh my god, oh, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop.” You begged, feeling your thighs slip against each other as your own arousal dripped down your legs.
“_? You sleeping right now?”
You awoke with a gasp, your phone clattering onto the tiles as you sat up. “Woah, take it easy. You alright?” He leant over to pick up your thankfully intact phone, shuffling closer with one arm outstretched and eyebrows gently raised.
Before you was Lee Jeno, blonde hair grazing the top edges of his round eyes, body bulging against the thin fabric of the white shirt. His waist accentuated by a thick leather belt, you noticed the outskirts of his toned stomach peeking out from under his top. Gulping, you nodded. “Y-yeah. Thanks, um…” His name died on your lips, as if some sort of curse prevented you from ever uttering it.
“Here. You sure you’re okay? You were sleeping pretty deeply, even in this noise. Sorry, I didn’t know if I should wake you…”
“No, no, it’s fine. I mean, I’m the crazy one, right? Sleeping at a party!” You tried to laugh it off, but a snort came out instead, and you blushed intensely. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing.
Unfazed, Jeno smiled, eyes turning into semicircles as he did. “It would be fine if you went home, you know.” He tilted his head, blonde hairs perfectly aligning to one side. The charisma radiating off him froze you in place, and you had to unglue your eyes from his face. “Ah, yeah.” Truthfully, your body felt like it had been through a dryer, and your joints were cracking like popcorn. You needed sleep for sure.
He jumped from the couch, letting you bounce slightly. Looking up, he extended his arm. “Come. I’ll drop you off.”
∞
You felt exposed. Not only because you were in the skimpiest outfit you owned, but because halfway through you and Jeno’s exit from the party, he had decided it was too cold and had changed into a hoodie and sweats, making him look less and less like a colleague or client or even friend and more like an idol sugar daddy. Nevertheless, you didn’t oppose his company, and you both rode back in silence, his knees knocking into yours occasionally, making your heart flip each time.
It’s not that he made you nervous, typically, despite your tiny little crush on him. But it was the way he woke you up right in the middle of your wet dream with another man, mere hours after his bandmate had you on your knees sucking him off. Every time he leaned over, your name leaving his lips so effortlessly as you stumbled over yours, your hands shook with the thoughts than ran wild in your brain. Did he know? You wondered, as he droned over some tiktok video, whether he knew about your sexual rendezvous with his bandmates, some real and some imagined, and the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach only grew as time passed.
It didn’t change as you had reached in your apartment, him somehow still on the topic he was on in the car, now manspreading onto your couch as you sat quietly across from him.
“But like, do you get it, _?” He sipped on the coffee you had made for him, marvelling at how quickly he drank something that usually took you an hour to finish. “Not bad. But why would he even do that, you know? Maybe she didn’t realise that he knew, but oh boy, he definitely knew.”
“Right.” To be clear, you had lost the plot ages ago, shamelessly thinking more about how close in proximity your bodies were, how comfortable he suddenly was around you, and what it all meant. “Do you want, uh, something else.” Shyly gesturing at his empty mug, you tucked hair behind your right ear, the movement unsteady.
He stared directly at you now, letting your anxiety rise and fill the space between your bodies. Holding the gaze, he dropped the mug in front of himself on the table, only then dropping his head dramatically in between his collarbones. You frowned.
“Sorry.” He muttered. “I must be annoying, right.”
“No, no, not at all!” Your voice was much more high-pitched than a woman with any self-esteem, but you kept going. “I mean, that’s fine, Jeno, really. It’s nice to see you, like passionate, and um…” Your babbling continued, and he only smirked in response. Your stomach turned as you suddenly watched as his eyes change, darken around the edges. Suddenly the lights in your apartment felt harsh, exposing, like the lights on a fresh crime scene.
“_. I know about the fic.”
“What fic?” It was on instinct, but your ears starting ringing, blood running cold in your hands and feet. This isn’t real. This is another dream.
“Awww, don’t be embarrassed, baby. It’s okay to think those things about me.” He slumped backwards, one arm around the back of the couch, a subtle cocky smile starting to bloom across his face. “Markie told me how good you are anyway.”
“Jeno…” You fought the urge to gasp, your face burning from the inside out. “I, wait, um…”
“Shh, stop that.” He leaned forward with an almost-too-eager attitude, but he held himself back as he spread his knees wide, pointing at the ground. “Here.”
“Fuck, this isn’t happening.” Your hair whipped the sides of your face as you shook your head vigorously, slowly gazing up at his long frame as you did. You swore you heard him laugh quietly. “This is another dream, isn’t it.”
“So you dream about me?”
“No, it was about Hae-“ Jeno’s eyes widened before he guffawed loudly. “Fuck, _, you’re nastier than I thought. Was he good? Better than Mark?”
It was your turn to be shocked, eyes widening as he shook his head, letting his hair ride up his forehead. “Why, did you think it was a well-kept secret? Have you seen Mark? He glows with the radiance of a man who gets his dick sucked on the regular.”
“Jeno.” You wanted to be stern, but your voice came out kind of soft, almost like a whimper.
Jeno rolled his eyes. “Stop stalling, _. You heard me the first time.”
“But-“
“But what? If you want to stop, you can just say cherry. That’s what her Jeno told her to say, right?”
He had read the entire thing. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening.
As your body filled with an airy energy, you realised you were actually getting horny. He wanted you, maybe even needed you, and that filled your stomach with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. You slowly gulped, hearing the couch shuffle as you moved off it, walking over to him.
“Good girl. On your knees, baby.” You obeyed silently, eyes onto the floor as you waited.
“What are you waiting for, slut?” You felt Jeno’s rough hands grab the short strands of your hair, making you squeal like a tiny animal. “Do you wanna go home without tasting alpha’s big cock tonight, hmm?”
“Nnngh…n-no.” You eyes began to water at the force pulling on your scalp, hands fumbling around the waistband of his grey sweatpants. Your heart began to pound as you eyed the sizable bulge he was forming in his boxers.
“That’s it. Now hands behind your back.” As his length sprung out of the tight confines of his underwear, you cried out as it hit you square in the nose. “O-oh my god. Oh…fuck, wait, I don’t know.” Feeling Jeno’s unforgiving grip on your head keeping you dangerously close to him. you brought your palms to his knees, ready to push him away.
“What is it now?”
You shook your head, throat constricting already at the thought of his length inside your mouth. “It’s…well…fuck, it’s huge.”
As you looked up at him, you watched him give you a condescending smile. “Do you think alpha cares about you, baby, hmm? Why are you telling me all this? I don’t give a flying fuck. You either take all of me, or you leave. But you’ll leave a bad omega.”
Any other scenario where someone said something like this would have made you cringe, maybe even laugh, but today you felt your breath catch inside your lungs, as if someone was squeezing them extra tight. Word for word from the fic.
Whimpering, you folded both your palms around his girth, making him hiss. “Oh fuck, can’t even wrap my hands around it.” you whispered.
“You guys started without us?”
You jumped off your knees, your brain already forming the myriad of excuses before the initial shock settled and the words finally registered. “What the hell are you two doing in my apartment?” You glared at Mark, and now Haechan, who was slowly starting to come out of the shadows like a creepy stalker.
“Spare key.” The metal glinted as he hung the keychain off his fingers before grabbing it in midair. The same key you had handed Mark a few weeks ago, back when your little sessions were becoming daily (or multiple times a day) and you were sick of having to do the whole thing where he would have to come to your place an hour after you had arrived in case people were following him, or worse, taking pictures. He would have to wait into ungodly hours into the night on days you worked the night shift, which would let the spontaneous lust you had both gathered over the course of the day fizzle out by the time your tired body came home. You couldn’t be seen together outside of the workplace for various reasons, so having him come first carefully and you after had been working pretty well so far.
Except, well, for times like this.
“Mark!” You exclaimed, now fully facing him and closer to his lean frame, the waft of cologne hitting you as you trodded towards him. “Are you serious? You came here without my permission? And let someone else come too, at that!” Haechan acted insulted at this, mouth parting in mock surprise.
“I’m sorry, baby. But come on, Jeno had a great idea that we just couldn’t miss.” He brought one hand to stroke the side of your face, making you wince slightly. The ends of his fingers were like electricity, having more power over you than you liked to admit. You made eye contact with Haechan, and it was like you were back inside your dream. This. Wasn’t. Happening.
“I-wait…are you guys…seriously, what, you’re not saying-“
“Alright, talk over. Get over here, _. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” Jeno let one arm hang lazily across the arm of your couch, another one stroking his length at an agonising pace. Your eyes felt like they were bulging out of your sockets, and your stomach churned nervously.
“Stop drooling and suck me off like a good omega. Come on, don’t be shy.”
You were on your knees again, Jeno’s cock at eye level, trying to ignore your newfound audience with a very telling tremble of your legs. Opening your mouth, you began to suck around his tip, the salty precum exploding on your tongue. You felt a hand on the back of your head, and you jerked away immediately. “Stop teasing. Come on, show your alpha and these dumb little betas what you’re good at.” You whined. “Fuck, fuck.” Choked cries filled the air as Jeno impaled you on his cock with one hand, his tip hitting the sensitive part of your throat and making you gag loudly.
As he pulled you off, strings of saliva attached him to your lips, embarrassingly making your core clench around nothing as you marvelled at how filthy this entire situation was. “So big.” Your voice was raspy, juices slathered over your chin as if he’d been fucking your mouth for hours. Jeno let you engulf him whole again, the sloppy sounds becoming more rhythmic as he bounced your face back and forth on him. “Hands off me and behind your back.” You balled your fists as you listened to him, closing your eyes as he groaned in pleasure. “So warm and tight. All for me, yeah?” You shook your head up and down as you hummed in response, looking up and him with your watery eyes.
You watched Jeno’s eyes drift away from you to something behind. “Ah, wait, let me get her off me first.” His voice changed now, you barely comprehended what was happening as you gasped for air post pull-off, before feeling a resounding slap on the back of your bare thighs. “Ah!”
“You think you can just leave me after sucking me off, baby? After all that we’ve been through.” You felt your skirt be pulled up, making you sit back on your heels. “Nuh-uh. Get up, let me see you.”
“Fuck, Mark, I didn’t me-oh!” This time he hit your ass, hard, jolting you onto Jeno’s thigh, his cock still grazing the side of your cheek. “Oh, fuck. Mmm.” You tried to shuffle forward but Jeno grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them on his thigh on one side. “Take it like a good girl.” The sting was immediately compounded by the feeling of our own arousal dripping down your thighs, the nasty realisation dawning on you that these assholes were recreating every scene that was written in that damn fic.
“Oh my god, I just wrote it, I didn’t…ah, Mark,” You whined as he squeeze a sensitive part of the plush on your backside. Between hits, you managed to sound out, “I, oh…ah, I didn’t write it for me – oh fuck! Nngh, didn’t mean it, oh my god.” Tears threatening to spill, you resorted to begging. “Mark, M- sir, please!”
“You called, baby?” Trying to turn your head uncomfortably back, you coughed. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean it?”
“What was that, hmm?” Two fingers in your sopping core and you gasped. “Ah, mmm, sorry, sir, ah…”
“So fucking wet. All from me punishing you like that. Is this what you liked all along, you dirty girl? To be our little sadist fucktoy.” One hand around your shoulders and another still knuckle deep inside you, he pulled you up so that your back hit his clothed chest, grip tight and unfaltering. You moaned, feeling the pads of his fingers curl up towards your g-spot. “S-sir, fuck, so good, so good, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please, want more.” You began to bounce your hips on his fingers, head floaty. A sharp slap across your face brought you back to reality, head whacking against the bony part of Mark’s upper chest. “Fucking whore, moving without permission like that.” Jeno was now gripping the ends of your chin, groin facing you once more. “Finish the job, baby. Don’t fucking care what he’s doing.”
“Yes, alpha.” You could have sworn you heard Haechan sigh, a mixture of pleasure and awe, but the moment passed as you took Jeno’s monstrous length once more, your jaw aching already. Mark took this opportunity to start fucking his fingers into you faster and faster. His teeth grazed your earlobe. “You like this, baby? Or you too busy tasting alpha cock to care?”
Your body squirmed under his arm, feeling his muscles bulge against you. Your head felt like jelly as Jeno pounded into you, one hand pushing your forehead down into place. You felt like a little doll being passed around, a slave to your desires, and you screamed as you came, liquid squirting out of your hole and all over your tiled floor as you did.
Your head began feeling floaty, but Jeno wasn’t giving in, and neither was Mark. You tried to get away from his fingers, core already sensitive from your orgasm, but he began to stroke your pussy once more, making you shake your head. Too much. The words were muffled around Jeno’s length, but they seemed to get the idea. “Just a bit more, baby. Tap me if you want to stop.”
Your hands in place, you let Jeno finish inside your mouth, cum leaking from the edges of your lips even as you swallowed diligently. “What a good omega.” Jeno cooed as you fell forward onto your hands, Mark finally releasing you. “Fuck, that was so good.”
“We’re not done yet, honey.” Your head whipped up, looking at Jeno towering over you, cock now hanging limp. “You haven’t taken your pretty boy-toy yet.”
Meeting Haechan’s eyes, you suddenly felt self-conscious at the way you were – skirt half up your ass, wet thighs and chin, a true testament to how much you had been used. Your eyes travelled to the unmistakable tent in his pants, dawning on you that he wanted you too. “H-Haechan.”
“Should’ve just told me you wanted me, baby? Do you know how many times I wanted to just bend you over and fuck you until you begged me to stop? Now I know what a perfect slut you are…”
“Fuck, Hyuckie…”
“Oh, baby.” He began to unzip his pants, hazelnut skin illuminated in the dim lights as you looked up, crawling over shakily. “Tell me what you want, sweetie.”
“Want you so bad. So…s-so much…”
He stopped in his tracks, eyes rolling and crossing his arms across his chest, much to your dismay. “Seems like you don’t want me that bad.”
“No, fuck, I do, I do, I-“
You felt Jeno’s hand land on the skin of your bare ass, making you flinch and look behind in surprise. “Go beg for cock, baby. I know much you need it. Don’t care who’s it is, do you?”
“N-no, I care, I do.” You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt frustrated, feeling like you were being teased unfairly. “I need all of you, please, please.”
“Use your words.” Mark’s voice was stern, unwavering, making you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt blood rushing to your head, impairing your ability to think.
“I felt alpha’s cockhead tease my entrance, and I sunk onto his thick length, crying out as I did. I felt so fu-“
“Oh my god, no, stop. Stop.” You tried getting up, but your legs wobbled, making you stumble forward ironically onto Haechan, his hands now on the sides of your arms, steading you. “You alright? What is that?”
“It’s the fucking fic, oh my god.” In the heat of the embarrassment, you hadn’t noticed Haechan drag you onto his lap, letting you hang your head over one shoulder as you buried your face in your hands. “So embarrassing.”
“Another man’s cock, possibly a beta, pushed inside me with my alpha. Nails dragging against my alpha’s muscular back, I cried, saying it was too much, the stretch ripping me apart, but alpha held me down, shushing me. Pain turned to pleasure and I threw my head back, letting my release spray all over the two men, passing out as soon as I did.”
“Holy shit. I hadn’t seen that part.”
“Yeah, it’s part two. She wrote that last night. Probably too horny to go to sleep, were you, baby?” Your tear-streaked face now facing Jeno, you shook your head. “No. I wrote it-“
“Don’t talk back to me. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But don’t stop because you’re shy. Tell us what you want, baby.”
“Yeah, _. Don’t let us kinkshame you.”
Haechan now sucking on the thin skin of your neck, you gasped, eyes fluttering and your bare pussy now resting on his clothed bulge. “Fuck, uh, need to be fucked, filled, with both of you. Take another in my mouth, please, fuck, I wanna cu-“
“That’s better, slut. Begging to cum like the whore you are, rutting against him like a little bitch in heat. Go ahead, ride him. Do it properly or you’re not cumming again.”
Your hands scrambled for the zipper, Haechan throwing his head back as his hard, long length sprung out of his fly. He groaned and grabbed the back of your neck, squeezing hard as you pumped him impatiently. “Don’t tease.” Lifting yourself up, you aligned your soaking core to his tip, moaning in staccato as you let gravity let all of him be sucked inside you. “H-Hyuck, oh, fuck, so tight.”
He readjusted his hips, making your hair fall in front of your eyes and your hands slam, splayed out onto his upper chest. “Ah…” You moaned as you rode him, feeling every inch pound your insides, tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Haechan guided your face to his and slammed his lips onto yours, letting your moans escape into his mouth.
Leaving love bites on your collarbone, Haechan dragged one hand under your shirt, rolling the ends of your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. “H-Haechan, oh, wait-“ You cried out as he pinched the end, not hard enough to be excruciating, but enough to be uncomfortable enough to make you cry out, letting some of his length slip out. “Fuck! I’m sensitive, please.” You heard him shush you, your whines lost amongst the sounds of skin slapping skin as you rode him diligently, trying not to slow down as he played with your chest. “Just felt you squeeze around me, good fucking girl. You like having your body played with like a little brat, hmm?”
Jeno pulled your head back by your face, Haechan releasing your left nipple with an agonising pull, making you cry out. Bringing your upper body back to meet his, he wrapped one arm around the bottom of your stomach, firm and unforgiving. “You wanna take alpha too? Hmm?”
Incoherent sounds left your mouth as you felt Haechan’s cock slide out of you, tingling from the closeness of your orgasm. You felt a sharp smack at your core, making you arch your back. “Haaah…fuck! Yes, yes, s-sir!” Trying to shut your legs on impact, you felt Haechan pry them open again, and, with Jeno tipping you forward, you let him slide back in. Haechan wrapped one arm around the back of your shoulders, another on your lower back, pushing you down on him.
“Hghhh, alpha, please…” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for anymore, your voice sore from all that had happened already. Feeling Jeno’s massive bulb press against your core, your breath quickened. “Ah, fuck, what if it doesn’t fi-oh, ah…” You and Haechan moaned in unison, feeling the tight space get even tighter as Jeno pushed inside, inch by inch.
“Fuck, my little omega takes cock so good.” Tears ran freely down your cheeks, the stretch borderline unbearable but addictive. Your muscles sloppy, you gasped. “I’m so stretched out, alpha, please, can’t move…”
“Shh, you just lie there, baby, and cum when you need to, okay?” Jeno’s voice suddenly soft, you felt something warm spread across your stomach. “Yes, y-yes, alpha, trust you, wanna be good f’you, ah…” You cried softly as Jeno started sliding slowly in and out. “So good, alpha, so good, please, fuck me, oh god.” Jeno started picking up his pace, rendering you speechless, squeezing the back of Haechan’s neck as he jerked his hips up in sensitivity. “Oh my god, Haechan…” Burying your mouth into his neck, you felt a tap on your head as soon as you did, looking up in reflex. Haechan let go of your upper body, letting your hips roll against the two cocks now sliding in and out of you at a pace that was only getting faster. “Did you forget about me, honey?”
“N-no, Markie, ah…” Letting your chin rest against the arm of the sofa, Mark slid his cock easily down and out of your throat, letting the saliva messily drip all over his aching length. “Fuck, what a good cockslut. You think you can get me off again, hmm? Swallow it all like a good girl?”
You nodded, but a sharp smack to your ass made you shake and lose your balance, Jeno pulling you back onto his chest again. “Did you ask alpha for permission, brat?” You cried as Jeno pounded you ruthlessly, shaking your head and mumbling apologies in between moans. “What do you want, baby? Use your words. Or I swear to you I’m not letting you cum.”
“Mmm, wanna suck Markie’s cock, alpha, ah! And…swallow his cum, oh, fuck!” Haechan pushed his length harder into you as Jeno pushed your hips down. “Fuck, alpha, fuck, want you and H-Hyuckie to fuck me while I do it, please, please…” You sobbed as Jeno released you, seemingly happy with your words as he snapped his hips into you. “Oh my god…” Your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes, feeling Mark bringing your near his cock as the pleasure made your legs vibrate. “Hang on, baby. Cum with my cock in your mouth.”
“Alpha, cum, please!” You cried, voice disappearing as you choked around Mark’s thick length. Jeno tapped the back of your hips, mumbling something in support just as soon as you saw white, feeling your own juices spray uncontrollably and your hole constrict as you came around both of them. Haechan cursed as he filled you with his own thick release, Jeno pressing you down as he came into you seconds later. Mark used your mouth as you weakened gradually, muttering sweet praises as he shot his load down your throat, the bitter taste waking you out of your trance.
As you heaved, you wrapped your arms around Haechan, feeling multiple hands rub up and down your bare back. “That’s a good girl. Good job, baby.” You nodded, closing your eyes and drifting off, your body and mind well and truly spent.
∞
“Hey, you alright?” Chenle looked at you with a hint of concern, not clear whether it was directed at you or at his makeup that was now looking a little bit unusual. You shook your head with the tiniest movements, tapping his cheek again with a pale blush. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t move your head.”
“Fine. You just seem different today.”
“I’m okay. Just a low energy day.” Beside you, Haechan and Jeno shared the smallest side glance, Mark smirking at himself as he changed behind the mirrors.
“Big night?” Chenle smiled at you through the mirror as you scurried around the drawers, looking for the angled eyeshadow brush, his hands adjusting his hair to his liking. You sighed, a true muscle fatigue-likes feeling spreading through your body and getting worse with each client. You were actually so tired, and, unprofessionally, not hiding it very well.
Then again, you were probably doing something that would be considered generally much more unprofessional, so you didn’t let it bother you too much.
“You could say that.” You slammed one drawer a little too hard, apologising immediately to the drawer and then rolling your eyes in frustration and embarrassment. “I-I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back.”
As your heels clacked away, getting softer and softer, Chenle got up, letting the salon cape fall away from him. “What’s up with her?” He mumbled to no one in particular before walking away. Mark soundlessly nodded to Jeno and Haechan, a nonverbal assurance that he would be outside, and Jeno patted Haechan’s shoulder as left shortly after, leaving only Haechan in that small backstage room.
As Haechan stared at his reflection in the mirror, makeup done and hair only half, he opened his lips, letting some tension escape his body.
He thought about you.
How maybe his little white lie didn’t technically hurt anyone in the end.
Technically.
Technically, you were the one who got fucked (in a good way) and got the money for translating poison.
Technically, you did write it. Just not from scratch.
Technically, you were also into that.
But so was he.
He remembered how embarrassed he was when you first found out, and what you said to make him feel better.
“Oh Haechan, don’t worry about it. Don’t let me kinkshame you.”
How right you were in the end.
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𝐀 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧
*Pics not mine credits to the owner*
• Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female!Reader.
• Requested by anon: Could you please write a derek Morgan x reader smut where the reader and derek and the team obvi are on a case and while interviewing neighbors in the apartments the reader makes a stupid bet like "I bet whoever lives here is a hot single bachelor in his 20s" and then it's the opposite and when they are back in the car derek makes the reader pay up but with her panties and when she goes to get them back at the end of the day it leads to smut.
• Warnings: a really brief mention of a murder case (it’s just a sentence), dirty talk, cuss words, making out, semi-public foreplay (f. receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up you guyssss!!)
• Word count: 5.5K
• A/N: my first Derek fic 😭 I hope you like it guys, please let me know what do you think about it and also comment, like and reblog, it’d mean the world. Sending lots of love to everyone ❤️
What part of your brain thought it was a good idea to make a bet with Derek Morgan?
You didn’t even know why you did it, it must’ve been the pleasure of losing because there was no way on earth you would’ve won.
You and Morgan were about to go interview a witness for a case you were working on: a serial killer who was killing his victims by setting fires. You were walking next to each other while you thought of some way to make what was going to be a long and boring afternoon, interesting.
You and Derek had a, well… Particular relationship, to say the least.
Months prior you and him had started to have sex. It started out as a purely physical thing as you had always been very attracted to each other, but as time went on you found yourselves spending time together and enjoying each other’s company even outside of a sexual sphere.
Your relationship, both from a working and private point of view, had always been characterized by a playful banter, mischievous jokes, by the constant flirting so it wasn’t strange you both often found yourselves making bets aimed to make lose the other’s mind.
In fact, it was at that moment that you came up with an idea for a bet, however forgetting he took them so seriously it seemed like his life depended on it, especially since most of the time he won, and the penances were of a sexual nature. Of course you didn’t mind losing one bit.
“I bet whoever lives here is a hot single bachelor in his twenties,” you said, pointing to the apartment where you were heading, ready to question the witness. He grinned and glanced at you, hands shoved in his pockets.
“Oh baby girl, you still don’t understand it’s a losing battle?”
“What’s the matter Agent Morgan, you afraid of losing?” You challenged him with the deliberate pleasure of teasing him and in fact he immediately gave in to your provocation.
He chuckled, shaking his head slightly in amusement. You arrived in front of the apartment door that had the number ‘23’ on its sign. You were standing facing each other while he thought about the penance, he would’ve make you do if you – most likely – lost.
Another evil, mocking grin appeared on his lips, and you immediately knew you were in trouble. “You’ll give me your panties when you lose.”
“If I lose.”
“When. But you can still back out.”
“Never.”
He held out a hand towards you but you didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over your body from head to toe, checking you out without shame. Over time you had learned to understand what he was thinking, what was hidden behind his look and you almost caught fire because you immediately recognized that look, it was the one he gave you when he was imagining you naked in every possible and imaginable position.
And in fact, you weren’t wrong.
Just the thought of having your panties in his pocket, walking around and smelling you, was enough to make his dick stir in his pants.
You knew the odds of you winning the bet were slim, but your competitive nature made you shake Morgan’s hand, and he gave you another one of his panty-ripping smiles.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, don’t take the victory for granted.”
He raised his hands in surrender, chuckling. “I would never dare but be realistic darling. Do you know how low the odds are?”.
“What if I win?”.
“You won’t.”
“What if I win?” You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest.
He shrugged, very sure he’d win. “You’ll choose the penance.”
You thought about it for a moment and a mischievous smile appeared on your lips this time. “I’ll do a strip tease and a lap dance.”
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “How is that a penance? Baby I’d drop on my knees right now to make this happen...”
“…But you’ll be handcuffed, you won’t be able to touch me and I won’t make you come.”
He opened his mouth wide, feeling his dick twitch just at the thought. He had to force himself to think of something else since he didn’t want to question a witness with a raging hard on but it was awfully difficult when all he could do was imagine you strip teasing and grinding on his lap. “Fuck I don’t know if I should win or lose.”
“If you want to end up with blue balls then you have to hope to lose.”
You knocked on the apartment door, still maintaining eye contact with Derek and trying to hold back your laughter since you knew exactly what he was thinking. You took your eyes away from him only to let them travel down his body and to the crotch of his pants which was clearly prominent at that moment. You bit your lip as you looked back at his face and he glared at you.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, feeling the situation getting even worse. Damn it, he felt like a damn horny teenager.
Before you could respond to his comment the door opened, revealing a person who couldn’t be more different from the object of your bet. He in fact was a she, a lady who couldn’t have been less than sixty years old.
Your smile dropped as the one on Derek’s face grew even more and, as you had already said, you wondered what part of your brain had thought it was a good idea to make that bet.
“Good morning. Can I help you?” she looked skeptically at both of you.
“Oh yes ma’am, you just made my day so much better,” he replied softly but glancing at you. “We’re FBI agents, may we ask you few questions?”
Over the next hour and a half you interviewed other witnesses near the fire scene and on your way to the car, Derek wouldn’t stop trying to get close to you and touch you.
“Derek stop it! We’re in public! God you’re so unprofessional,” you slapped one of his hands away that had been squeezing your ass for the last couple of minutes, trying not to laugh.
“There’s nothing professional about what we do, baby girl,” he replied with mock annoyance, “Plus I can’t help it, I can’t wait to rip your panties off.”
“Nuh uh mister, the deal was that I have to give you my panties not you taking them off me.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes as you approached the car but before you could get in he grabbed your hand and turned you towards him. He placed his hands on your face and as he pushed your back against the car door he crushed his lips on yours.
He didn’t care about passers-by in any way, in people’s eyes you might have looked like a couple who was passionately making out.
After the first few seconds of surprise, you immediately kissed him back, parting your lips and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. You knew it was totally unprofessional to kiss your colleague in broad daylight while you were doing your job but all it took was for him to get close for you to lose your mind, no longer able to think clearly.
Your hands moved down his chest to encircle his waist, trying to pull him closer to you than his body already was. Your mouths moved in sync while he seemed to want to suck his soul out of you and although you were now used to kissing him, every time it was as if it was the first.
You almost moaned into the kiss, your body already on fire, wanting more. You wanted him so badly, you wanted his hands, his fingers, his mouth and his tongue all over you.
“Derek please…” you sighed when you broke away, his face still dangerously close to yours.
“Get in the car princess,” he ordered and his voice was so low and seductive that if he had asked you to give him a blowjob right there on the sidewalk you would’ve dropped on your knees without the slightest hesitation.
He opened the door for you and you giggled like a teenager before getting in, thanking him as you watched him walk around the car before getting in too.
“I would’ve fucked you in the car here and now if we weren’t in public. You’re so fucking hot baby,” he whispered against your lips after moving closer to you and taking your chin between his fingers. “But I’ll settle taking your panties off for now.”
He placed a hand on your breast and groped it before sliding it across your stomach to your jeans-covered pussy. You moaned as he began to touch you, making you squirm under his expert fingers.
“I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you honey?” He continued to tease you.
“Fuck Derek… They’ll see us…”
“You’re right,” he replied, stopping touching you, causing you to moan and grunt at the same time. “No one should look at what is mine.”
God Derek Morgan and the things he made you feel. You were starting to really hate him.
“You’re having so much fun aren’t you?”
He started the car but not before throwing you one last mocking and sexy as hell grin. “You have no idea how much.”
You squeezed your legs together in anticipation feeling the urge and desire grow more and more. You continued to look at him as he drove, observing every feature of his perfect profile with your hungry eyes.
How could someone be so perfect?
And it didn’t help he had one hand resting on your inner thigh as his thumb was stroking dangerously close to your intimate area. You didn’t know whether to hate him, to beg him to go higher or both but certainly the smug expression on his face made you want to punch him.
Derek drove to a hidden, dead end road, not caring the rest of the team was probably waiting to hear from both you and him.
He kissed you breathless again, threading a hand into your hair. But he didn’t stay there for long as he moved down your chest again, wasting no time in groping your breasts again, until he reached your pussy again.
“God Derek you’re driving me crazy,” you hissed as you struggled to keep control. He kissed you again and unbuttoned your pants and you lifted your hips before your brain could even process the movement, allowing him to slide them down your thighs. You took off your shoes, slipping your pants off.
He slipped his hands into your underwear and a loud moan escaped your lips that Derek felt right in his dick. “As I imagined… So fucking wet.”
“Fuck yes just like that,” you sighed as his fingers drew circles on your clit. You gripped the sides of the seat as if searching for a leverage, pleasure flowing through your veins.
He knew where to touch you, he knew HOW to touch you, what to do to make you lose your mind and control.
“I'm dying to taste this pussy, look at you soaking up my fingers,” he whispered in your ear, pressing his lips to your neck and sucking on your skin but being careful not to leave any marks. The team already didn’t give you any respite suspecting there was something between you, he certainly didn’t want to give them clear proof.
Two of his fingers slipped easily inside your wet pussy, curling inside you and touching that spongy spot that made you moan and thinking you were about to ascend to heaven.
“Yes, yes, oh god yes,” you kissed him, spreading your legs even more to give him more access.
“You like that don’t you? My pretty girl loves being so dirty, letting me finger this pussy in public.”
You dipped your head back in pleasure, feeling the orgasm already building inside you.
He pulled his fingers out and you grunted at the loss and took off your panties, bringing them to his nose and deeply inhaling the scent that drove him so crazy: you and sex. “Now I really don’t know how I’m going to go through the whole day without being hard knowing I have your panties here,” he spoke up as he stuffed them into his pocket. “But we should go back.”
What?
“Derek you can’t leave me like this!”.
“Oh I can and I will, we shouldn’t let the others think we might be doing something shouldn’t we?”
“You fucking piece of shit.”
He burst out laughing and you nearly punched him in his handsome face.
You were furious. Irritated.
You were furious, irritated but above all horny.
After that little stunt he had done in the car Derek had really left you like that, without an orgasm and with a mad desire to fuck.
The rest of the day was torture, especially having to work with other people while pretending you didn’t feel like you were on the edge the whole time. You didn’t spare Morgan some dirty looks after which he had to force himself not to laugh but he didn’t spare you those languid looks full of lust either.
It wasn’t easy for you but it wasn’t easy for him either since, unlike you, couldn’t hide his excitement so easily. Knowing he had your panties in his pocket and the memory of your wet pussy were giving him no respite.
In reality, you both loved that little game, teasing and torturing each other until the other lost his mind, even if… To be honest, wearing jeans without underwear was complete torture.
At the end of the day, when you were finally all in your own room, you took the opportunity to take a shower and put on a dress and the sexy lingerie you had put in your bag before leaving for the new case.
You giggled just thinking about Derek’s reaction.
You went to his room, knocking twice before he opened the door making your jaw drop and almost fall to the floor when you realized he was naked and only had a towel around his waist.
His body was still wet, sign he had just gotten out of the shower, the drops running down his sculpted chest that you wanted to lick off one by one.
“Oh man…” He sighed. “You’re breathtaking baby,” he began, shamelessly scanning your body from head to toe, a smirk on his lips. “I was wondering when you were coming.”
“You always opening the door like this, Agent Morgan?” You asked ironically before entering his room without even waiting for him to invite you.
“Woah woah woah, where do you think you’re going baby girl? Where is my kiss?” He scolded you, almost truly offended after closing the door behind him.
You giggled, but unable to take your eyes off his body and stop them from wandering hungrily over his figure.
“No, dry yourself first and then I’ll kiss you,” you replied before going to sit on the edge of the bed, placing your hands behind you on the mattress and tilting your head slightly as you looked at him.
He didn’t answer but came closer to you and placed two fingers on your chin, forcing you to lift your head and pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss that took the air out of your lungs.
“Jealous Agent Y/Ln?” He whispered an inch from your lips, referring to your initial question after making you get up from the bed.
“Not even a little bit, it was just an innocent question agent Morgan.”
Absolutely. You were 100% jealous.
But you knew from the way the corner of his mouth lifted in a twisted, mischievous smile he didn’t believe it one bit. “You know, being a profiler I thought you were better at hiding emotions. Lies don’t look good on you pretty girl.”
“That would be true if I had told a lie but that’s not the case, I’m not jealous at all,” you said with a confident tone as your gaze alternated between his eyes and his lips. He was so close and so tempting you felt like you were already losing patience.
“To answer the question, no, I don’t answer to anyone. Just you.”
“You? Derek Morgan?”.
He chuckled. “Strange right? But it seems like you’ve done some weird witchcraft on me because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“You already got in my pants, no need to be cheesy,” you retorted, biting your lip to keep from smiling.
He sighed, slightly shaking his head. “Always so cynical. What should I do with you?”
“Give me back my panties?”.
He raised an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten what the word ‘lose’ means?”.
“If I had known you liked them so much I would’ve bought you a new pair to wear you know.”
“You think you’re so funny don’t you?”. He grabbed your face with one hand, his mouth dangerously close to yours but never touching it.
You nodded with a smirk as you watched as his eyes were fixed on your lips. “Maybe you might like what I have now better.”
You took a step back and the look of pure confusion on his face was replaced by astonishment when he saw your hands lower the thick straps of your dress down your arms, then lowering the side zip and letting the dress fall around your feet.
The look of shock on his face was something you’d never forget.
Derek widened his mouth and eyes, letting his hungry gaze travel along your body wrapped in lace lingerie, studying every curve and inch of your skin. A warm feeling spread in your lower abdomen and it was amazing how just the way he looked at you was enough to turn you on.
“Holy shit…” he breathed out, “You… Are… You… Holy fuck…” he continued stuttering, unable to form a single meaningful sentence.
“Wow did I really manage to surprise Agent Morgan?” You giggled, your cheeks flushed and stomach filled with fluttering butterflies, knowing you had such an effect on him. Derek Morgan – the man who with a single smile and a look could’ve make rows and rows of women fall at his feet – was drooling over you, looking at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world.
“I’ll answer you when some blood returns to my brain.”
Your gaze trailed down his body and your insides clenched at the sight of his prominent erection beneath the towel around his waist. Your mouth watered just thinking about what was underneath that single fabric, imagining his dick in your mouth, in every hole in your body as he filled you completely.
“You look spectacular Y/n, my god” he murmured, his chocolate brown eyes still on your body and never on your face. You could see him struggling in not knowing what to pay more attention to, your breasts which were perfectly highlighted by the lace that gave that see-through effect while it showed the shadow of your nipples, if the hold-ups that surrounded your thighs that Derek wanted nothing more than to mark and bite or your pussy also covered in matching lace in which he wanted to dive and feed on it until he drown himself to death.
Derek moved closer to you, closing the small distance between the two of you. “Turn around. Show me this beautiful ass that torments me in my sleep.”
The tone of his voice alone made you almost beg him to do anything he wanted. You didn’t have to be told twice and you turned around, your skin on fire as you felt his penetrating gaze on you as he observed and studied every millimeter of your body.
You heard Derek exhale a deep breath behind you. “A fucking goddess. You’re absolutely mesmerizing.”
A rush of shivers gave you goosebumps as he placed his rough hands on your arms, stroking them slowly before moving up and moving your hair from your shoulders and letting it fall along your shoulder blades, leaving your neck exposed. His lips began to plant kisses on your skin and the mere contact made you sigh and tilt your head to the side, giving him more access.
“Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?” he whispered in your ear and you clenched your hands into fists, pressing your nails into your palms in an attempt to release the frustration you felt. Every second that passed while he didn’t touch you as you wanted there was a shred of your sanity that was shattered.
You shook your head, realizing you hadn’t answered yet.
His hands went down your arms again, then moving up your hips until they reached your ass. You let out a gasp when his fingers tightened around the flesh of your ass, squeezing it, groping it with the sole purpose of torturing you and leaving you eager for more.
“God the things I want do to you baby, you can’t even imagine.”
“Do it Derek, do whatever you want to me… I need you.”
“I love feeling you so desperate for me.”
An empty feeling came over you as his fingers let go of your ass, moving to your hips. However, you moaned when he pushed his body against yours, pressing his erection against the curves of your ass and grinding against you without shame or restraint.
“Fuck Derek,” you murmured, now on the verge of losing your mind.
One of his hands ended up around your throat, forcing you to bend your head and rest it on his shoulder while the other cupped one of your breasts, palpating it over the top of your bra. You sighed, rubbing your ass against his hard dick as you couldn’t wait for it to stretch your pussy.
“That’s what you do to me, you make me so hard I can’t even think straight anymore.” He pinched your hard nipple from above the fabric. “You have no idea how much I want to rip this off of you but I know you’d kill me,” he chuckled in your ear.
“I don’t give a shit.” You blurted out, not evens embarrassed about how fast you said it.
“What do you want baby? Talk to me.”
God it was so damn hard talking when you were so horny you couldn’t even remember your name, the denied orgasm making things worse.
“You. Fuck me, please. I need you so badly Derek.”
He tightened his hand lightly around your neck, cupping your chin then turning your head towards him and before you knew it he slammed his lips onto yours, sucking the breath from your body as his tongue explored your mouth in a sloppy, deep kiss.
He slowly slid the fingers of his other hand – that until a few seconds before were on your breast – along your chest, your lower abdomen, touching your needy and drenched pussy with his fingertips. You whined during the kiss, spontaneously lifting your hips to try and meet his fingers.
God you were hating him at that moment.
“I can smell your wetness from here, is my baby horny for me?” he whispered on your lips swollen and red from the impetuous kiss.
“I’ll fucking kill you right now Morgan I swear to god.”
He laughed and your stomach clenched in on itself. “Don’t worry baby, I’m here. I’m going to fuck your brains out, so good you won’t even be able to get up when I’m done with you.” This time it was your pussy that clenched when you squeezed your legs together for some friction. Derek let go of your throat and began to play with your panties. Your breath hitched as he slowly began to lower them, trailing them down your legs.
“I think I’ll keep these too,” he whispered even as his voice came loud and clear to your ears. You turned your head to the side so you could look at him and let out a ragged sigh when you saw him kneeling behind you. His eyes shone under the light of the hotel room as they looked at you with so much intensity that they alone would’ve been enough to set you on fire.
He left a kiss on your ass, making you gasp to the point of embarrassment as he bit your skin and groped your now bare ass. “One day I’ll fuck this pretty little ass too and you’ll love every second of it.”
“You can start by fucking my pussy now.”
He chuckled again as he stood up. He placed a hand on your heated back, inviting you to lean on the bed in front of you and you obeyed, resting your hands on the bed and giving him a perfect view of your ass.
“I can see from here how wet you are baby girl,” he moved closer to you, his bare thighs touching yours and then you realized he had removed the towel from his waist.
God have mercy on me.
“I’ll eat this beautiful pussy later but now all I can think about is fucking her so good,” he said as his fingers brushed against you and this little contact, combined with his dirty words, made you squirm with anticipation. “After all, you deserve it after being such a good girl all day.”
You felt him place his tip near your entrance and you both moaned as he slid his dick against your folds, wetting it with your fluids. He provoked you, tortured you with every motion, it was what he was best at, he knew which points to touch to drive you crazy and leave you painfully longing.
“Derek please, I want you so much,” you whined in a pathetic tone full of lust and desire as he continued to penetrate you with just the tip and then pull out. You hated him and wanted him at the same time, so much it hurt.
“What do you want, princess?” His hands gripped your hips and he leaned over you, pressing his lips to your skin before leaving damp, wet kisses all over your back.
“Fuck me.”
“Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth before lining his dick up with your entrance and finally filling you.
“Oh God yes, you feel so god Derek.” You panted vigorously, your heart beating so hard it almost stopped as you felt his soft and especially bare skin touching every corner of you.
He remained still for a few moments, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to maintain control of his body. You were so wet and it felt so good being inside you, Derek feared that with just one push he would’ve come on the spot.
“Baby please… Move…”
Baby.
Fuck.
That simple little word had no business making his insides twist like he had. You were used to calling each other nicknames, it wasn’t new, but there was something in that ‘baby’ you said: perhaps it was the vulnerability with which you pronounced it, breathless and as if he was the only one who could save you, the way your voice was so full of desire.
Derek pulled out before thrusting into you again with a strong thrust so deep if it hadn’t been for his hands firmly gripping your hips you would’ve probably fallen forward.
“You have no idea what you do to me, fucking hell you drive me crazy,” he breathed out, head tilted back and eyes closed as his dick pounded into you like he was angry.
You tried to formulate a meaningful sentence but as you opened your lips only gasps and moans came out. He was fucking you so deeply that with each thrust you felt a piece of your brain coming out of your head and your soul out of your body.
Exactly like he promised.
All the hidden frustration made its way and exploded like a time bomb, not much time passing until even the orgasm began to build inside you.
Your face was pressed into the sheets of the bed, your breathing heavy and quickening as your hands clenched the fabric into a fist. “Derek…” you whimpered in pleasure as you pushed your pelvis towards him with each thrust. It didn’t seem to be enough though, you wanted more and more.
One of his hands continued to hold your hips firmly while he slid the other along your back, until he reached your hair which he tightened in a fist forcing you to lift your head. His moans and groans sounded like music to your ears and you couldn’t contain the joy of knowing it was you who made him feel this way, it was you who made him lose control.
“Fuck I could stay inside you forever, you take me so well. This pussy was made for me,” he groaned as the tip of his dick hit your G-spot, making you see stars. You wanted to answer but when you opened your mouth all that came out were moans and sighs. “Just for me… You understand?”
“Just you baby, only you,” you babbled while loudly moaning, not caring one bit if someone could hear you having sex.
His lips kissed your shoulder, his tongue traced every inch of skin he could reach. “That’s right pretty girl…” he groaned in your ear, his sentence interrupted by another moan. “Fuck yeah you’re mine.”
“Holy shit baby… I’m about to come…” You managed to say and the orgasm that hit you full on like a truck gave you no mercy, didn’t let you escape as it sucked away your ability to breath. If it wasn’t for Derek’s hand still in your hair you would’ve collapsed on the mattress.
His thrusts became unhinged, even more out of control than they were before and it didn’t take long for him to reach his climax too. How could he resist? There was no chance, not when your pussy was tightening around his dick in the throes of orgasmic spasms, leaving him no escape.
Derek exploded inside you, emptying himself into you until the last drop of his seed filled your pussy, then leaking from your entrance and sliding down your thighs as he pulled out.
“Shit,” he breathed as you felt the weight of the mattress dip as he collapsed next to you. “You destroy me baby, how do you manage to do this every single time?”
You mumbled something nonsensical in response, eyes closed and too tired to say anything. He chuckled and stroked your hair, brushing it away from your face so he could get a good look at you.
You were so beautiful, ethereal, so mesmerizing it hurt and seeing that happy and pleased look on your face almost sent him to his knees, internally promising himself he’d fight every single person on earth just to always see you so relaxed and happy.
“How many women do you tell this?” you managed to say, opening one eye and keeping the other closed and a flock of butterflies exploded in your stomach when you saw the breathtaking smile he was looking at you with.
“If you think there is someone capable of making me feel what you feel, you’re very wrong. Like I already said, I don’t know what strange witchcraft you did to me but you really hooked me baby.” He propped himself up on one elbow and leaned towards you, pressing small kisses across your face, neck, shoulders and all the way up to your lips. “There is no one else since you came in in my life, I’m so obsessed with you it’s not even funny.”
You opened your second eye too, suddenly not so tired anymore. “Really?”
“Why, isn’t the same for you?” he asked, his stomach clenched with jealousy at the thought of a man laying a finger on you. “Please tell me no or someone help me I will kill every man who even looked at you, I’m an FBI agent and I know how to hide dead bodies in such a way that not even the families will ever find them.”
You burst out laughing, and rolled onto your back before throwing your arms around his neck so you could bring him closer to you and press your lips to his. “Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”
“Y/n. Don’t fucking test me.”
“I’m just kidding,” your lips brushed against his before planting another small kiss on them. “There couldn’t be another man even if they forced me, you’ve really messed up my life Agent Morgan and I’m pretty much obsessed with you too.”
“That better be. We’re exclusive since the day I kissed you in that elevator,” he grumbled. “God I love when you call me baby,” he then sighed happily and the way his mood shifted so quickly made. Your fingers caressed his soft, perfect skin and he mumbled with contentment. You noticed how his pupils were so dilated the chocolate surrounding them had almost disappeared. “Mine, only mine.”
“And you’re mine darling, I’m an FBI agent too and I know a thousand ways to make deaths look like accidents.” He pressed his lips to yours again, kissing you so deeply your heart almost stopped in your chest.
Derek Morgan would be the death of you, you were certain of that.
“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll show you how much we belong to each other princess, how much I look, think and breathe for you only.”
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Retaliation & Retribution | Namor
Summary: You thought that you have the upper hand when you tease him, but you found yourself in a compromising position when the king retaliated back.
Word count: 2.6K
Warnings: Brain rotting smut ahead. No plot whatsoever. Finger sucking, semi public teasing, oral (female receiving), hand job, inappropriate used of the throne, vaginal sex (reverse cowgirl), cum dumping. Brat taming undertone.
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
A/N: A follow up to His Sacrificial Offering! I hope this fic receive the same love as the first one too. I’ve been trying to squeeze this into my busy schedule, so I hope it comes out good, and everyone enjoy it. The idea came from this post and 🐠 anon throne sex idea. Per usual, no beta, so if I miss anything, I do apologize. If you do enjoy it, please, please do support me by reblog and/or comment. It means a lot <3 (also that’s how you bribe me for more fics)
*** Do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my work anywhere else !!
Rough fingertips skimmed lightly along the back of your thigh. The light caress sent a chill straight through your spine, making you shiver slightly. The King noticed it and a smirk quirked at the corner of his mouth. His eyes glistened with interest.
You knew what you had done, and you knew the sort of retribution your king demanded from you.
It all started when you teased him while he was addressing his subjects. Normally, no one really paid no mind to you whenever you were there. The king had made it clear from day one, that you were his. Though you had never dared to act out of place, today was different.
Today, you felt extra naughty. As you laid your head on his thigh, spacing out as usual. Then an idea came to you.
His hand never strayed too far from you. His fingertips often linger on the top of your head or touched your hair–just something to feel you. Most of the time, you simply enjoyed the feel of his touch and the sound of his voice when he spoke, but today was different.
When his fingers reached down to stroke your cheek, you turned and began sucking on his fingers. It was meant to be a childish game on your part, but the look he gave you at that moment stirred something inside you. You couldn’t help but give him an innocent look as if you didn’t mean to turn him on or something.
Oh, you were a wicked little thing alright, Namor thought as he tried to slow his breathing, but of course, his mind wandered, imagining your mouth wrapped around his length.
Whenever you sucked on his fingers, Namor could feel his body stiffen, trying not to imagine how it felt similar to the way your pussy squeezed around his cock. He wanted to moan, wanted to squirm–fuck, whatever that he could just do to release him from this torture.
He gave you a warning look–it was so subtle that no one in the room noticed it. But you persisted with your teasing. As a matter of fact, you were using your tongue on him, making the ache that was growing in his groin become more apparent, which brought you back to this moment, alone in the throne room with the King, completely at his mercy.
“Present yourself to your king, my dear,” he said for the first time. His voice was softer, less firm than when he was in front of his people. Each syllable made you shiver with anticipation as you straightened slowly to your full height.
Under no circumstances you were allowed to stand taller than the king, but this was the only exception.
The look he gave you made you throb terribly. Your thighs squeezed in an attempt to sate that ache, but to no avail of course, not when the king was looking at you like he was going to devour you in that instance.
“Turn around,” he commanded, and you swallowed as you slowly did as he said.
Your heart practically slammed against your ribcage as your body buzzed in anticipation. Heat slowly enveloped your face, warming you to the tip of your ears. Your breathing became almost too hard as if all the air in your lungs was getting pumped right out of you.
“Bend over.”
You swallowed. Your eyes widened as your stomach did a flip. You complied with shaky breath as you leaned forward, widening your legs apart, exposing every part of you to him. The golden jewelry he had adorned you rattled softly, hanging off your neck as you stood there as your breathing labored, anticipating his touch.
Your breath wavered when you felt his hand cup the back of your thigh just below the swell of your buttcheek. His thumb rubbed gently at the sensitive skin that was near the lips of your pussy, but he made no effort to touch it just yet.
Namor could feel himself shuddering slightly in his throne as he parted your folds, exposing your most intimate part to him. His mouth salivated as he watched you tremble before him.
Slick slowly seeped out of your exposed hole, and it made his mouth water. Desire pooled at his loin. He could feel his erection pressing quite insensibly, demanding its own attention. The urge to just pull you back and let you bounce on his cock was slowly becoming overwhelming, almost to the point where it clouded his judgment. He imagined the way your pussy would squeeze and stretch around his length, and the way you moaned out his name. His need to be in control was wavering.
“You’re so wet already, and we haven’t even begun yet,” he teased as he slowly stroked at your slippery folds. More slick began to leak out, and your thighs shook as you stood there, feeling the way his rough fingertips traced and explored the delicate flesh.
You swallowed hard as you felt your king push the tip of his finger past your swollen nether lips, teasing and testing you. You bit down hard on your lip, trying to stifle that moan from ever coming out of your mouth.
You knew the sort of depravity he was capable of, but this was new compared to his other game. You could feel his breath fanning over the lips of your pussy, hot and humid over the moist, sensitive flesh. Your hands desperately reached over to your knees, aching for any sort of support just to keep you from toppling over and falling right over the massive throne.
“Just look at how your body reacts to me–feel that, you’re practically swallowing my finger, my love,” he murmured as he slowly pushed his finger inside you. “Are you imagining something else in its place–something thicker perhaps?”
Your body shook slightly, and a groan rumbled in your throat as you relished the way his thick finger worked at your slick heat. “Since you like sucking on my fingers so much, perhaps I can entertain you with them a bit, don’t you like that.”
You nodded as you swallowed another lump in your throat.
He was retaliating alright–the dirty talking, and the way he dropped his voice an octave lower. The slow torturous stroke of his finger–just slowly stringing you up to the point where you are just a needy mess.
He loved every moment of it.
A surprised gasp slipped past your lips as he licked across the seam of your folds. The feeling of his warm, velvety tongue traced along your opening was almost too much that it made your legs waver. His hand gripped your thighs and pulled you into him further as he delved his tongue right into your hole.
Another depraved sound drew out of you as you struggled to keep your composure. Perspiration dusted your skin. Your nails were digging hard into your thighs as you tried your hardest to hold on to reality, which was slowly slipping slowly the more he was licking so deliberately with just his tongue.
A delightful groan coming from your king reverberated straight to your pussy, creating a vibration that was much needed for your swollen clit.
His tongue continued to work you, teasing your opening, rimming it in slow circles first before letting his tip nudge and pushed your clit. Then he began to fuck you with shallow penetrations, short and quick, pushing into your tight heat. Your legs were wavering, but Namor was keeping you in place with his strong grip. Whenever your body slacked a bit too much, he would pull you in with a force that made you gasp out loud.
“My king,” you practically cried out as your body strained and ached from straining and clenching so hard. “Please…”
“Hmmm…?”
You whined. “My king, please. I learned my lesson.”
“No you don’t” he mumbled right into your pussy, before he lewdly sucked on the lips.
You attempted to pull away but to no avail of course. It only encouraged him further to fuck you deeper as his tongue allowed.
You turned and looked at him over your shoulders. The sight of your teary eyes, and parted lips drove him further into his desires. The urge of bending you over and fucking you over this throne was becoming more and more apparent.
It wasn’t long until you came with a stifled cry. Your body convulsed and strained, almost falling over if it wasn’t for his grip.
He pulled you back until you were seated right on his lap. Your head lolled on his shoulder, inhaling his masculine scent. His arousal was apparent as his hardness pressed against your lower back. Your king kept you there, allowing you to feel the way you have made him feel.
Namor’s hand slowly slithered up your body–from your stomach, up to your chest, which he paused to squeeze at your mound. His fingers teased at your nipple, twisting the hard nub between his fingers until it was perked up.
“You must think it is over now, don’t you?” His voice was still low and deep, and a gentle rumble on the ocean floor. His fingers slowly stroke the valley between your breasts, then further up until he is tracing the delicate skin of your neck.
He lingered there.
Your eyes fluttered when he trailed his hand down to the column of your throat. The thought of him slowly losing his grip made your pussy throb to the point where it was aching, wishing, and hoping for some sort of release.
“Are you going to make your king work for this, or what? Guide me,” he said. His breath fanned warmly against your cheek. “Put me inside you.”
Your throat went dry as you struggled.
Namor sucked in his breath when you began fisting him in your hand, pumping his thick, cock from root to tip, relishing the weight in your hand–he was heavy and warm. Hard, but also soft like hot steel wrapped in velvet.
You were enamored by the feelings, of course, especially knowing that you did this to him–to the king, to the living God himself. No one dared to come as close to you as you had with your king.
Your lover.
Your paramour.
Namor felt like he was about to lose it the moment your hand wrapped around him. His eyes fluttered, mouth hung agape, while he leaned his head back against the throne. His groan rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against your back.
Beads of his precum leaked out of the slit of the fat head of his cock, covering your hands with his slick as the pleasure continued to build at the base of his spine. Your mouth watered at the sight of the feelings alone. It didn’t help that his hand was kneading your breast this whole time.
It was a deadly combination–the kind that made your pussy ache and squeezed at nothing, wishing to have his dick inside you.
“You’re going to make me come, my love,” he warned as he squeezed at your soft flesh hard enough to pull you out of your little trance.
You replied back with a little whining noise as he continued.
“I said put me inside you, not stroking me. If I wanted to come, I would have used your mouth, my dear. Now, don’t make me remind you again, my sweet. We know how I get when I have to repeat myself.”
You bit your lips and nodded. The tone of his voice made you shiver as you rose slowly till there was enough height for you to position yourself. With a shaky hand, you lined the head of his cock at your quivering opening.
With one deep breath, you slowly sank down onto his length. Your eyes fluttered shut as he slowly stretched you and filled you till your mind was clouded with nothing but the thought of him alone. Every inch you swallowed him was a desirous burn as your body tried to adjust to him
His groan came out like a deep guttural noise, lacing with the breathless panting. Your name fell from his lips no more than a whisper as you began to bounce on his cock, impaling yourself slowly and deeply. Your thighs burned from the effort, but you didn’t care.
Namor let out a low groan as you moved. You began to set the pace, slowly at first before you caught on, allowing yourself to get lost in the rhythm of your movement, setting the pace by the sound of his breathing–slowed when he gasped, and quickened when he was silent.
His hand caged your body, entombing you in his hold as he began to control the speed and angle of your descent. Your body was attuned to his movement as your head fell on his shoulder. You became lax as he eased you all the way down to the hilt. His arms reached around your body and crossed over your chest. Your thighs draped on top of his, spreading you wide open.
Perspiration coated your skin, making it slick where your body joined. Every movement was torturous and desirous all at once–like swallowing fire and being bathed in the warmth of euphoria.
Namor reached between your legs and began to massage your exposed clit, circling it with his fingers all the while he was fucking you with determination. It was no longer about punishing you, but rather making you feel what he wants you to feel and when he wanted you to feel it.
He was fucking you so hard that you could feel your teeth rattling every time he brought you down. Your mind scrambled the faster he pistoned his hips and drove himself into you. It felt like you were torn in half and being put back together again all at once.
Your rapture drew near the more he was toying with your clit while he drove his cock in and out of you with vigor. You climax with a cry as you convulse and straighten above him, but it doesn't matter. Namor continued to fuck you and used you until he too reached his own released. He came long and hard. A wash of heat filled you up with his seed.
It was quite sometime before your breathing slowed once again. Your eyes fluttered open to find that the king had snuggled you close to his body, tucking your head under his chin. His masculine scent filled your nostril, warming you from the inside. Every part of you was hyper-aware of him and him only.
“I need to rile you up more often,” you said softly, still trying to pull air into your lungs as you looked up to your love.
The King grunted, but you noticed the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. You knew he enjoyed this perhaps more than you do.
“Are you telling me you don’t like it?”
Namor squeezed you slightly, which made a giggle slip out of you.
“We should leave before we get caught.”
“You’re changing the subject, my king. I’m sure Attuma can wait for your presence.”
“Hmm, I really don’t know what you mean,” he said as he cradled you in his arms. You laughed before Namor silenced you with a long deep kiss.
This was so worth the punishment, you smirked.
A/N: my condolences to the beautiful throne. 🫣
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fellow enjolsette sibling truther and I LOVE your fics do you have some enjolsette sibling headcannons??
helloooo anon thank you so much!!! Here's a few hcs for an alternative to my usual enjolsette siblings dynamic which I may turn into a full fic at some point idk we shall see!
Enjolras and Cosette are half-siblings, and for most of their lives they had no idea of the other one's existence. Cosette tracked him down after her adoptive father finally gave her some information about her birth mother, and it turned out that Fantine was part of Tholomyes' (aka, Enjolras' dad) housekeeping team. Yeesh.
Cosette contacted Enjolras after learning of him while tracking down Fantine's history, and Enjolras assumed when she first reached out that it was something to do with the ABC. It was a very weird moment when he sat down across from Cosette in the cafe and the first words out of her mouth were "Hello can I have a lock of your hair because I think we may be related and I would like to do a DNA test to confirm." Turns out, they were.
Cosette has absolutely no interest in meeting her birth father, so it was a relief when Enjolras assured her he wasn't worth knowing. There was a weird, awkward silence where the two of them kind of sit and look at each other, and it's Cosette who raises the point that since neither of them have ever had any siblings, maybe they should see how it goes
Things are kind of awkward when they're first getting to know each other. They don't really have much in common, and Cosette isn't really used to being around people, and Enjolras makes a point of not being the easiest person to get to know. But they both try as much as they're able to, and it takes time, but eventually they manage to forge a strange semi-awkward lil friendship. They meet up for coffee every month or so, Cosette meets Combeferre and Courfeyrac, they get each other birthday and Christmas presents. It's nice
Enjolras being Cosette's only family member outside of her father also means that he's first port of call for babysitting duties. Enjolras will be the first to admit that he has no idea how to act around children so you can imagine how well that goes (no but really he does get used to it eventually but at the start Cosette is like hello please stop holding my child like it's a bomb that's about to explode)
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HIIII ITS 🧈 :D
So erm I wanted to request some headcanons for gunil with a reader alot like rodrick from the diary of a wimpy kid. Like reader is emo and plays the drums in their own band and is kinda rude but in a funny way. Like they don't purposely hurt people by being mean but they do it as a joke. Like when rodrick called Rowley "baby hippo" lol.
Also!! It was recently my birthday! On the 3rd of December! So my birthday is two days before XDH day!!
Anyways hope you're doing good!
☆彡 hiii 🧈anon, welcome back!!! First off, I hope you had a great birthday! 🫶🏻 Secondly, for the rest of you, this fic is actually about Hyeongjun! 🧈anon DM’d me and asked for a change- so this is for all my Jun Han enjoyers out there
word count: 473 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, semi-established relationship | cws: Jiseok is here, swearing, kinda short (my bad), no proofread, lmk if i missed anything!
Watching you from backstage, Hyeongjun was finding it hard to focus on anything else. A bunch of different groups were currently at an award show together, and to say that Hyeongjun was having a fanboy moment would be an understatement.
Your band was about to wrap up their set, and you were killing it on the drums. Hyeongjun had watched as you skillfully played each song, making your job look effortless.
“Ohh, is that them?” Jiseok asked, watching as Hyeongjun continued to gawk at you from backstage. He nodded.
You and Hyeongjun weren’t exactly a couple per say, but there was definitely some established flirting going on. You both always made time to talk to each other or hang out, and Hyeongjun seemed to be one of the only people you didn't rag on.
Hyeongjun and Jiseok watched together as you wrapped up your set, saying your final “thank yous” to the crowd and making your way off stage. Hyeongjun smiled and waved at you, and you made your way over to him.
“Hey,” you smiled, taking a sip of a water bottle that seemed to appear in your hand. “What did you think?”
“You did great,” Hyeongjun smiled brightly. “You looked amazing.”
You turned your attention to Jiseok, who wore a shit-eating grin as he watched you and Hyeongjun talk. “What’s that face for, dumbass?” You chuckled to yourself as Jiseok looked surprised.
“(Y/N)-“ Hyeongjun was about to apologize to Jiseok on your behalf before you stepped in.
“Relax, Jun, you know I’m just kidding.” You turned to Jiseok, “Sorry man, didn’t mean to offend.”
Jiseok put up his hands, “None taken. Your set was really good by the way.”
“Thanks,” you smiled at him. “I appreciate it.”
Just then, a stage manager called that the Heroes had to start getting ready to go on soon. The three of you exchanged quick glances.
“Well, I better go get ready,” Jiseok announced. “I’ll leave you guys to it.” He shot Hyeongjun a wink that didn’t go unseen by you. You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a huff of fake annoyance.
“Sorry about him,” Hyeongjun apologized. “He likes to tease me sometimes.” A slight blush spread over his cheeks and you couldn’t help but chuckle again.
“It’s all good. That was Jiseok, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, after your set, tell Jiseok that I think he’s a huge dork.”
Hyeongjun chuckled. “Will do.” A last call was sounded from the stage manager, and Hyeongjun gave you a sad look. “I should go.”
You quickly took another sip of your water before sending him off. “Break a leg, baby,” you joked. Before Hyeongjun could leave, you quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be watching.”
Hyeongjun blushed and gave you a quick nod before running off to go get ready to perform.
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okay but I NEEED a Mandy Milkivich fic, maybe a little mutual pining but both of them are in denial so they just think they bsf’s and everything they do is normal to them lolol. Also she most definitely does listen to kittie and I personally think she listens to jack off jill too.
-🌞(idk if this is taken yet lol)
a/n- theres no smut in this btw ive just seen ppl being based for a small cw and i dont feel like needing to block someone bc i didnt put a cw for like fucking swearing. yes you can be 🌞 anon (i have an anon list so you can see what is and isnt taken.)
cw- mentions of drinking, mutual pinning, switch mandy/switch reader (?), mickey saying something ab killing someone, slight mention of smoking, both reader and mandy being stupid, bsf's to lovers ig, gallavich is here too bc i said so, sweariing, mention of ass slapping, mention of boob grabing (consentual), kissing idk man im pretty sure thats evreything.
“mandy!” you laughed, the both of you rolling all over the bed.
mandy stopped moving and so did you. she grabbed your wrists and pushed them against her mattress straddling you. “y/n!” she looked at you mocking back.
“get off me!”
“noo!”
taking your leg you wrap it around hers causing her to twist over. you slide your hands down her arms you now being the one on top.
“oh come on, seriously?” she sighs a hint of frustration in it.
“yeah how do you like it?”
“just let me go.” she says shaking her head. “we could watch a movie.” she says but just above a whisper this time.
you were about to tease her some more before you were interrupted but a very familiar laugh.
“oh ok now thats weird” mickey says slightly laughing pointing to you two, beer in his hand.
“what are you talking about?” mandy says, you getting off of her.
“what do you mean what am i talking about? if i didnt come in here you guys were gonna fuck. no doubt.”
“no we werent?” you unsurely respond.
“oh please, you were the one on top of her. you especially know it!”
at this point the three of you were in the living room. mandy walks in the kitchen to also get a beer.
“hey mandy” ian says leaning on the counter making mandy slightly jump.
“jesus. hey ian”
“beer?” he responds handing her one.
“yeah give me one for y/n too”
“got it-” ian cuts himself off making himself yell over mickeys yelling. “mickey what are you on about?” ian exaggeratedly askes.
he quickly replies “do you think y/n and my sister have fucked each other?”
“hell yeah!” ian says scoffing.
mickey raisis his eyebrows moving his finger from you and mandy repeatedly.
“oh wait have they not?” ian suddenly says curiosity evident.
“apparently not”
“why do you two think we have? or will?” you say opening the beer mandy gave you.
“well for one the random ass boob grabs?” ian answers.
“or ass slaps.” mickey continues
“or sitting on each other to do the other makeup” ian gives another reason
“like you could easily do that without sitting on eacho thers fucking lap” mickey finishes.
they keep going one right after another.
“okay!” you and mandy both shout together.
“always saying shit in sync”
you cut ian down. “ian! ok we get it. it might seem weird but were not like that. were just friends”
“yeah right. thats how me and ian started doing shit.”
you looked at mickey both grossed out and confused.
“sure we werent friends or doing any of the other weird shit, but the pinning! im talking about the pinning!” he conformed.
“holy shit whatever” mandy sighed going down the hallway back to her room.
“do you still wanna watch a movie?” you semi-shout following her to her room.
“netflix and chill” ian and mickey say tother.
“mandyy” you whine rolling on your side to look at her.
the movie wasnt over yet but you felt like youve been laying there for years, the movie being incredibly boring.
“mhm?” she questions looking down at you.
“how much longer is left of this?” you ask motioning your head to the tv.
“uhg i know its so boring.” she agrees grabbing the remote beside her.
“oh my god” you groan throwing yourself back down on her bed.”thats way to long!”
mandy turns the movie off and looks at you.
“maybe ian and mickey were right.” she unexpectedly says making you shoot your head up.
“huh!?”
“i mean, ive had friends before. best friends too. not alot but ive had them. and ive never done any of the shit that i do with you with them.” she thinks
“dates?” you question kinda curious yourself.
“ive had fucks. but never actually officially dated someone. i dont think ive even done these things with fucks ethier.”
before ethier of you could think anything else you took your hand and held the side of her face. pulling her closer to you, you partly covor her lips with yours. she immediately understands and starts kissing back. unfortunaitley you have to eventually pull away for some air.
“ian!” you yell hopping off her bed.
“was mickey right?” ian responds watching as you joyfully walk out of her room.
“the only time he ever will be right!” you smile
“you wont be saying that when you ask me to help you kill someone.”
you hear mandy come up behind you, the sound of a lighter being heard then a faint sizzle. “seriously mick?”
“i knew it was way to quite for something to not be happening.”
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another a/n- yes you can be 🌞 anon (i have an anon list so you can see what is and isnt taken.)
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hey what's up! i wanted to drop in and say ur mellonear fanfic was AMAZING. easily one of the best works in the tag 💕. please please tell me ur going to write more for them. i just can't get over the amount of detail you put into it... if u don't mind talking about it... i just want to know how ur mind works pretty please 🤲
who— can you guys pls come off anon i'm begging and crying!!!
anyway THANKS SO MUCH. here i was bitching and moaning to my friends that that piece didn't turn out as well as i would've liked. can think of 2 or 3 fics off the top of my head that i love way more. but i'm so glad you liked it <333
and sad to say i am, in fact, not writing more for them <\3 i feel like i've said everything i can say about them? i mean they have like 10 lines total together how much more could i possibly extrapolate sdkjflhsf. i'm not a huge au writer tbh i pretty much only like working within canon. but you'll be happy to know i do plan on writing another death note fic (an au one though, surprisingly). just not for meronia. not telling which pairing but. near is in it trust. obvi it'll have meronia subtext.
and thank you thank you for the compliment about the details even though >.< i thought i didn't put in nearly enough. literally read that semi-canon side story in its entirety and only put in 2 things from it. and one of the things i straight up plagiarized <3 but we're gonna say i just referenced it.
i think i mostly just wanted to focus on how like childish yet mysterious they were. imagine you're kira, a functional god, and these 2 kids are running around without your knowledge trying to thwart you. you don't know what they look like, what they know about you, what they are to each other, what their names are, etc. etc. (they also represent the two halves of your would-be lover but we're not gonna go there). at the end of the day, they don't even care that much about YOU, a god (because they already had their own and well. you killed him)!! i guess i wanted to further emphasize that the stakes (for catching/stopping kira), for near & mello, weren't that high. at least,, not as high as beating each other (SO romantic). it was as if it were, as i referenced, just a game to them!! but a game sort of rigged against them, favoring the wammy industrial complex ofc. (the house always wins wink wink). but also,, it's all very tragic in the sense that they really have no other way to look at things. just child soldier things yknow.
idk there was some insane untapped story-telling potential there in the canon. the set-up sort of gave near & mello their own godhood statuses and stripped kira of his own. if i were to rewrite part 2 of death note i'd either keep it all strictly in light's pov or keep it all strictly in theirs. it did a disservice to the story/characters, imo, by attempting to keep the same dynamic/pov going from part 1. i'm not gonna lie and say the 2nd part was as good as the 1st sorryyy. because they were somewhat misutilized i never even considered the (incestuous) implications until someone ;) started posting about them ofc. then i thought about how much their dynamic reflected my personal favorite pairing of all time (knowers know) so i kind of took some preconceived notions and applied them. actually i was originally writing fic for afore-not-mentioned pairing and i'm pretty sure i just used lines from that to get started lmao.
anyway that's all i got atm. if i think of more i wanna talk about i'll write more <3 thx again for the ask!! feel free to ask more ofc ;3
#meronia#nearmello#based on allat i bet you can guess which pairing it is. and no it's not lawlight 🙄 sdkjflshf. don't get me wrong i like it! but what hasn't#been said about them? also not sure i could make their dynamic incestuous that's kind of my thing here. i'm good but not that good LMAO#oh also another thing about the title. i wanted to do a play on “playing house” and incest. there was a line in there#dunno if it worked tho#“they have like 10 lines total together how much more could i say” sdkjf as if i'm not waxing poetic about k*rokura every second of the day#they met ONCE back in 2001 and had even fewer lines together#also if we are going to be so fr rn one of the actual big reasons i didn't ship them before was because i thought near was 12 💀#was SO shocked when i saw alex's art for the first time i was like. wow they are so bold for that#i sort of started shipping it before i even looked up their ages skdjfsf but legally no i didn't 😐#vivi.asks
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This probably shows my ignorance of ongoing discourse (does this mean I am following the right people?), but am I correct in understanding that there has been some issue with people in the fandom insisting that Louis is the Man (with all the racialisied connotations of that) in his and Lestat's relationship?
The majority of Lestat is Mother comments I've seen I took as jokes, similar to how he is often semi-affectionately called a cunt, cunty, etc., only with more queer irony and more of a Mommie Dearest vibe. I have seen a few more serious comments regarding Lestat and Claudia's relationship, which I did think involved a bit of projecting.
I believe it is essential to understand Lestat as the increasingly tyrannical and openly abusive Patriarch he is, but, to me at least, that doesn't mean discussing Lestat in regards to femininity and motherhood is completely off the table. Vampires reproduce asexually so in some ways Lestat is both father and mother, and also neither. There are parallels to be made between Florence and Lestat; only with the latter Louis gets to play Grace's role of favoured child. I think a case can be made that Louis' early narration does, at points, try to frame Lestat in a more powerless, more feminine role than likely was true. By his own awful admittance, Lestat takes after his father, but that is not necessarily gender exclusive; look who Claudia resembles the most.
Maybe I'm also inclined to be open towards this train of thought because I think the Lestat Only as Father and Louis Only as Mother approach sometimes steamrollers over the very real ways that Louis acts as a patriarchal figure (albeit not as bad as Lestat, but) to Claudia.
sorry it took me so long to respond anon!
this is discourse that seems to keep resurfacing at least every few weeks so people are getting increasingly aggravated by it, hence the tone in a lot of posts about it. most of these discussions are about lestat but seeing louis as "the man" was very much a thing especially early on. you don't see it as much anymore, perhaps just views shifting as the show went on, perhaps because people pointed out the racial stereotyping.
but the lestat is a mother/woman thing has stuck and it's not just jokes, some people get outright offended when lestat is referred to as masculine or patriarchal at all. it's also been pointed out that most of the cunt/mother jokes seem to focus on scenes where's at his most abusive and patriarchal, such as the scene right before the dv in 1x05, the 1x06 train scene, and the 1x06 chess tantrum. so i think there's a (subconscious) attempt to 'soften' the abuse by likening him to a woman.
here's some examples of the kind of stuff being said:
lestat yelling being called hysterical woman moments
him screaming and hitting the table after the chess match being called classic mom behavior
lestat called a trophy wife (before ep4 aired) cause he doesnt work
"lestat is a mother/woman bc he reminds me of my own abusive mother / [insert fictional white woman]"
louis looking away when claudia asks "are you going to let him do this to me" being called classic dad behavior bc (paraphrasing) "dads will often try to be the nice parent so the mom has to discipline and be the bad guy"
"lestat gave claudia mommy issues" (not sure what this means cause my understanding of what that usually means doesnt apply as far as i can see)
"lestat is not a dilf he's a milf"
i havent read this myself but apparently early on most show fics tended to have louis in a very dominant sexual role, though this changed over time and now the opposite is more popular
fanart also depicting louis in a stereotyped hypermasculine black man way
apparently in the book fandom before the show aired, lestat was generally understood to be "the patriarch" so this is all a new development with the show, i.e. with black louis... despite the fact that the show actually went out of their way to make it MORE obvious and consistent
i've also seen, instead of saying lestat is a mother, people just saying he isn't a father bc they dont see him as claudia's parent at all???? but this i think was mostly very casual viewers
so like. while yeah i also don't think discussing the feminine in lestat or the masculine in louis should be completely off the table, the situation in the fandom is that sooooo many people are just not at all acknowledging the fact that the show is very intentionally framing lestat as masculine and patriarchal, and especially not that he's specifically a white patriarch exerting control over his black family.
but of course louis and lestat are in reality both men which means they both are patriarchal figures to claudia, and they're both as queer men in some ways exiled from traditional masculinity as well.
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I’ve been on a recent literati binge, obsessed with them, and stumbled upon your literati fic, “‘this is tailored made (so what’s the sense in waiting?)”, and wanted to say thank you so much for it. I can honestly say it took over my life for a brief 3 day stint and now, I’m yearning for more of them! YOU DID AMAZING! You gave them justice where the revival lacked. The closure desired from these two. It gave me so much pain and happiness, you wouldn’t believe it. I left reviews, ofc. I can’t thank you enough for how amazing that journey was for me, a delight, through and through. You are a marvelous and gut wrenching writer! You actually know these characters. Thank you so much, again, and I hope to see more from you! Will be checking out your other literati fics, indubitably!
🥰❤️ Thank you so much! The love for this fic has absolutely blown me away. I’m truly humbled and feel blessed to have you and others as such lovely amazing readers. And thank you for leaving a review. They mean the world to me. I’m completely backed up, but eventually I will respond to the rest of them, even the ones who have been waiting for a reply for like a year or two. I’m sorry! You’re not forgotten, I promise. Just overwhelmed with life. 😘 (@milothirst I haven’t forgotten about the Jess + sex post. Posting it soon!)
As for more in the universe, I have a small-ish follow-up I’m working on. TITM’s coming up on the 1k kudos mark on AO3 😱🤯, so I thought to maybe do a wedding sequel as a 1k celebration. I’m about 20% done with it at this point. Given how slow I am at writing with my hectic life schedule right now, we’ll see when I can get that out. Hopefully before summer of next year.
As for my other fics, I am still working on those as well. Next update will be for TWWCIL. I’ve got about 65% of the full story written, but of course it’s mostly towards the end. Once I finish fleshing out the middle, I’ll be able to rewrite chapter 4 and start a more regular update process. After that will be Chapter 8 of OSAS, the full story which has about 7 more chapters left to write before it is finally complete and we can post it regularly as well. And then I’ll post the 2 part Chilton AU, the Lit + cats au, and then finally the time loop AU I’ve been writing in my head for like four years.
So a lot of things to come. I just really need the time to be able to sit down and write. Thought I would have it this year, but my car got taken from me at the beginning of this year due to theft and vandalism, which was a huge loss cause my car IS my livelihood. I make majority of my money from driving gigs, and now that I’m spending about $500 a week with the rental I have while also making less money than before due to constraints of the rental program, it’s been a lot of expenses that I’m juggling at the moment. Once I’m able to buy a new car, I can go back to my ideal three day/weekend work week and get back to writing semi regularly.
I hope you’ll stay tuned. Feel free to come by here to chat or for any updates. I also recently made a Twitter (I HATE myself), so I’m gonna try and start posting more on there as well. Anon from months ago, if you’re still here, you can now find me @natsugia1 on Twitter. I should warn you though that my twitter will probably be a LOT more eclectic in terms of what I tweet on there, given what I’ve already been sucked into on that dumpster fire of a platform.
Wishing you a beautiful and wonderful summer. Sending you the QUEEN for Fun and Love and Life
#literati#literati fic#gg fanfic#titm#this is tailor-made#life update#writing update#natsasks#natsreply#cannot believe we’re like 60 kudos away from 1k#life is not real right now#but so grateful and touched#so humbled that people seem to love it as much as I loved writing it#also yes#i have been listening nonstop to break my soul since yesterday#unashamed#beyonce still queen#she’s en vogue all by herself#90s supremacy#also sws dropped new music with lead singer of under oath#ptv announced new tour dates#still waiting on album 5 tho#but man music scene is eating good right now#nostalgia still winning
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I know this is probably annoying. Great start right. But I just want to say, I read one of your very old stories (the untold avatar one) like once a year. Idk why, I only ever shipped that a little, yet the way you wrote the characters was so dramatic, fun and full of banter that it's one of the stories I haven't gotten out of my head since 2019 when I first read it. I'm not expecting a continuation btw, I'm an author myself and I know how you can lose the passion for a story people deeply love or just don't have the means to write it anymore emotionally speaking. But I just want you to know that whenever I think of that fandom, I specifically think of your fic. And I want to you to know the impact your stories have on people. You're a great author. And I'm sure in the years that passed you have become even better at your craft. You have a real talent at storytelling and especially at building character arcs. And you probably don't hear that enough.
Shit Anon, you got me actually crying here.
I really needed to hear this today.
This isn't annoying in any capacity at all, but instead very refreshing to hear. I gotta preface this with saying that Legends of Avatar: the Untold Story, is a very dear fic to me that I do plan to return to eventually. Not anytime soon, but ATLA's fanbase is timeless and I believe I can return to it whenever. But Taang has always been a special ship to me and so has Legend of Korra's lore and world building, and bridging the two quasi fandoms as a semi canon compliance/divergence fic mixed with a pre-canon timeline was a great challenge.
But in all honesty? That fic was a blast to write. As you say, the characters gave me so much to work with in the lens I wanted and I was warmed to see it was well received. Knowing I was working with an angle perceived as borderline crazy in shaking up canon, but still adhering to a strange set of consistencies was entertaining as I saw people slowly find intrigue. It worked.
Here's a crazy fun fact for all you new followers/readers of mine: all the shit I'm writing right now? Would not be possible if it weren't for Legends of Avatar: the Untold Story. It's why the stories I make today are thought out, thorough, but most of all, as true to character as I can work with. Putting my all into that story taught me that there is a payoff to dedication and practice. I was still an amateur then, but even I look back at that story and occasionally find myself gobsmacked with my prose.
"Wow, I wrote that? Me? Amazing!"
I don't think I'd edit anything aside from grammar mistakes when I do return, but I'm still proud of it. I still have notes and the whole plot laid out, so it's not like I don't know where it'll go. I still have the next chapter WIP set up and already begun. I've reworked it many times, but it's there!
And you, Anon?
You're the reason why I write these stories. I used to grow up reading fanfics, and to this day, I still stay up reading them. But I always had that feeling you describe, the one where when I think of a fandom there's just one fic, fanart, cosplayer, who just comes to mind. I never thought: "Wow, I wanna be that person!" But I always thought,
"I wanna make others feel things with stories the way they made me feel."
Occasional praise like yours is all I need sometimes, because it's a good reminder that though I have progressed as a writer, I still did touch people with my stories even then. Thanks, Anon. And I'm glad I managed to impact you and others, in ways like this.
Stay safe and take care all!
Until next post,
-- Bleh
#ask bleh#anon asks#asks#arcane memes#legends of avatar#atla#avatar the last airbender#taang#taang fic#atla fic#writing#fanfic#fanfic writing#writing advice#a good reminder#thank you#( ^‿^)
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I regret to inform you that you are the #3 loser of the angst lottery.
Something something secrecy
Your angst for today is-
One of Childe’s motivations is protecting his family. He wants to protect childhood dreams since his were taken from him. He would drop everything to protect his family.
But his babying of Teucer led to his own inevitable downfall.
Teucer always admired his big brother and thought he was the strongest. He wanted to be cool like his brother and protect his family too.
So he followed Childe one day secretly. This was during the war with Celestia and the Abyss that I totally didn't just make up.
The traveler and their allies are holding their own pretty well, but one of the creatures notices Teucer standing my himself and attacks him. He screams.
Childe panics and activates his foul legacy to save him, but it's too late. He lands to see Teucer bleeding out on the snow. He promises that he'll save him and Teucer responds with I know, big brother. I trust you.”
Childe loses control and destroys everything around him. When he comes back to himself, he finds Teucer dying in his arms.
It utterly destroys him and allows the abyss inside him to take control.
Begin herrscher Childe arc.
:)
oh anon i've long since accepted that Teucer is probably going to die for Childe angst so you can't hurt me HAHAHAHA
and i'm going to pull a reverse uno and want you to consider this:
it's probably going to happen by his own hands and then he offs himself :D
if you're interested, here's the outline of the essay i was supposed to write about this theory that has been sitting on my docs since Oct last year LOL
#i NEED hershey/archon childe so bad hnggg pls hyv#genshin impact#childe#tartaglia#genshin ajax#genshin teucer#teucer#genshin theory#genshin fanfic#? i mean anon gave a semi fic so--#genshin impact theory#i think i know who u are but I'm just not gonna say anything bc i might get it wrong hahahsjfksghks#asks i guess
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can u do a part two of this scenario where the boys regretting and want them back but it was too late bcs the reader already move on? :((( i've thought about this kind of plot before BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THAT IT'LL HURT THIS BAD UNTIL I READ YOUR SCENARIO AAA</3
anyway i just found your blog and i already falling in love with ur writing. you bokuto fic is sure hurt so bad but it's really well written! <3
A/N: so sweet, anon! tysm for your support~ also, here’s my attempt at part 2. hope that everyone inc. you and others who requested will like it <3
Ex: Iwaizumi, Ushijima, DAISHOU, Sakusa, Osamu, Suna, Meian, Futakuchi
Present: Bokuto, Kageyama, Kuroo, HANAMAKI, Semi, Terushima, Romero, Mattsukawa
Part 1
"Hello?"
"Good afternoon, I would like to inform you that you have an outstanding balance of $50,000 that is still yet to be paid. I'm also calling in to let you know that there has been another purchase all amounting to $6,000. Please pay by the agreed deadline to prevent your account from freezing."
"I apologize. I will deal with the issue as soon as possible," his head ached. He hanged up the phone while massaging his temples. He sat on the chair by the kitchen counter and let his elbows take refuge on the granite.
He let out a sigh. He has been working himself hard but he knows he couldn't handle shouldering all the bills when there's no one to help him. He couldn't ask his partner. His partner knew nothing but to max his cards as if there was no limit. As if he doesn't have his own limits.
He heard the door open and let his eyes be greeted by the sight of shopping bags.
"Hey," his partner approached him and gave him a kiss but he turned his head away.
"The credit card company called. What did you buy that cost you $6,000 in one day? Do you even need it?" he tried hard to compose himself but he felt that his marriage life was being unfair so he was close to exploding.
"It's just a bag and a few clothes. Calm down," his spouse chuckled, still not feeling the gravity of the situation.
"Calm down? I am working my ass off 24/7 for us to have a comfortable life but that doesn't mean that you will abuse it," he raised his voice, the anger getting to him.
"Oh, excuse me? Wasn't this the life that you promised me? That I would have everything I wanted?" they retorted.
"You're unbelievable."
Suddenly, a memory came to him as fast and as harsh as the winter wind.
You screamed, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist, "this is expensive, I told you not to get me anything!"
"You know I love spoiling you and you should know, there are a lot more coming when we get married," he smiled at your tear-stricken face. You buried your head in his neck, the love you have for him increasing every minute.
"And I will make sure that you will never have to worry about anything," he continued, kissing your cheeks as he hugged you.
"No, I don't want that. I want a life where we share each other's happiness and burdens. With every hardship that you face, know that I'm never going to leave you. We will resolve our issues as a family. And no matter how lavish or so-so our life is going to be, it will be okay because I am with you. And being with you is where I always ever wanted to be."
Your word burned into his mind and his heart numbed. It was too late. Way too late for him to back out of a marriage he shouldn't have offered to the wrong person in the first place.
"I was wrong," he said. Nowadays, he has been thinking of you a lot. And right now, as he stood across the person he didn't know very well yet he married, he realized the mistake he had done. He didn't want to feel it but the regret was uncontainable inside of him.
"What do you mean by th-, hey! Where are you going?" his partner questioned him as he went straight to the door. His mind was running in circles. He didn’t know what to do but his feet wanted to take him to the place where your love sparked and grew.
Your cart bumped against someone. You would have ignored it if it wasn't for the large amount of force applied to it, as if it was done on purpose.
"You again?"
"Ooh, if it isn't the one who went to their ex's wedding," he teased.
"You really have to say that? That was two years ago," you rolled your eyes and proceeded to buy your coffee mate.
"Masochist much?"
"Meddler much?" you retorted at the guy you met at his wedding. When you were about to walk out that day, he bumped into you so hard you almost fell. After that, he followed you because apparently he needed to apologize multiple times.
"Can I score a date now?"
"Nope, I'm busy," you pushed your cart and went to the condiment aisle.
"Don't you need this?" he said as he took a soy sauce from the shelf.
"Not really."
"Oh, I thought this is where you're getting your saltiness from?" he snickered.
"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes once more while a small smile grazed your lips.
"How 'bout this? Your source of spiciness and hotness," he then pulled a sriracha bottle while he wiggled his eyebrows.
"You're so annoying," you couldn’t help the giggle that went out your lips. You pulled his tie towards you to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
"I missed you," he said when you retracted.
“I missed you,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t believe you fell for this guy. He had an awful attitude and you didn’t like that. You always pushed him away but the guy seemed like he had a never-ending container of persistence.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Huh? Like what” your eyes blinked at his randomness.
“Like you want to french kiss me.”
You scoffed and hit his arm while he laughed continuously at your perplexed face. He always loved teasing you and making up for it after was the icing on the cake. Oh, and he loves biting you, too. His day wouldn't be complete without sinking his teeth onto the softness of your flesh.
"What are you even doing here? I thought you were supposed to be back later?"
"I'm the boss, I can leave whenever I like. And since my partner is out on a grocery spree, why not beg for some attention," he hugged you and swayed the both of you sideways.
"You're unbelieva-" you were cut off by a familiar sound. Your eyes moved away from your boyfriend to the man who stood eight feet away from you.
"Hey," you greeted him, not bothering to move away from your boyfriend's hold.
"Nice to see you again," he said as his eyes travelled along the arms wrapped around you.
What was he thinking? Did he really think that you couldn't move on from him? That you'd be running after him and waiting for him to come back? He was so stupid.
"Are you okay?" you asked, noticing the forlorn look on his face. He looked like he hasn’t slept for days, his eye bags and beard covered the handsome face you once knew.
"Yeah, uhm, can I talk to you?" he hoped, prayed desperately that you would let him but this was the start of his agony. He thought that with every broken promise he made, he deserved the accompanied jabbing pain to his chest. And this pain quickly spread to his body leaving him vulnerable.
Can you give him one more chance? He would do everything just so you can give him the time you used to freely waste on him before. And even if it takes a long time, he would wait just like you did for him.
"I'm sorry, now's not a good time. We have to pick up Miu but it was really nice seeing you again. You really got that marriage feel to you-,"
Your boyfriend cut you off, "What feel? The feel of emotional and physical exhaus-."
You jabbed your boyfriend by the waist making him whine. He was blunt as ever.
"Sorry about that.. we uh, we have to go, see you later," your ex looked like he wanted to stop you. But the glow you had on your eyes and the smile painted on your lips... he couldn't take it away. Not again. And you have a kid now.
So, he let you go for the second time around because he was a coward. He didn't deserve you, right from the start up 'til the end, he could never deserve you and the warmth you give. It was better for you to be with someone who would appreciate and love you like you should. And that person was already beside you. It was hard for him to say it but he was happy for you.
"What do you mean by picking up Miu? My brother doesn’t need to be fetched, he's 17 years old," your boyfriend was confused.
"I know, I just felt that... whatever he needed to say, he should've said it years ago. And even if he said it now, it wouldn't make a difference," you intertwined your hand with his.
"Because I’m more handsome?" you chuckled at his obliviousness to the weight of the situation.
"Because I have you now and that's all that matters."
Little did you know, your ex heard everything-- maybe you meant for him to hear it. He just didn't really expect to have his heart broken by you once again. As much as it felt wrong, he regretted letting you go. And he had to live with this mistake for the rest of his life.
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midnight ride
Tachihara Michizou x fem!reader
↝ genre: smut
↝ word count: 4.6k
↝ warnings: ⚠️ nsfw!! , semi-public sex, car sex, some dirty talk, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, fingering (f), oral (m), subtle praise kink, slight nipple play (f), vaginal penetration, technical creampie (?? idk you’ll see what i mean), bit of cockwarming
↝ notes: [ requested by anon ] this fic is so fucking long omg. i hope it’s good 😭
Late night drives seemed to be Tachihara's idea of a perfect date. He'd pick you up at an hour that you should've been sleeping, and with a bright smile say that he wanted to spend time with you. You’d be half asleep when he shows up, not really knowing why you gave him permission to come over in the first place. His cheerful grin was just too damn cute to deny, you had to admit. So of course, you’d give in, quickly making yourself a bit more presentable before leaving with him.
It was nearing 1 AM, and the streets weren’t all that crowded, giving him plenty of space to drive faster than acceptable. Tachihara would speed down the freeway, enjoying that feeling of freedom he got from being on the open roads. He’d keep his eyes on the road, yet his mind was anywhere but here. You couldn’t tell what was going through his head just by looking at him, he just looked lost in thought. That shift in his demeanor confused you, knowing how excitable he was when the drive began. Perhaps he was just tired, you’d conclude, reasonably so.
While Tachihara might’ve appeared sleepy to you, he most definitely wasn’t. He was wide awake, actually, his mind going about as fast as he was driving. He had full intention of this outing being a cute way to spend some time with you, but as soon as he saw you come outside, something clicked. You had changed into a little slip dress, one comfortable enough to wear to bed while also being “modest” enough to wear out of the house. And you wore no bra, figuring you’d be uncomfortable. That was really the only preparation you had done, aside from washing your face to appear less drowsy.
For whatever reason, your very slight change in appearance had Tachihara distracted. He just thought you looked so pretty— turning to look at you briefly, to see the passing streetlights cast perfect shadows onto your face. He even got so bold as to place a hand on your thigh, which startled you just a bit. You had gotten so caught up in staring out the window, that the contact his palm made snapped you back to reality. With his eyes still fixated on the road, he slowly dragged his fingers up your leg, causing a chill to run up your spine. He gave your leg a light squeeze, his gaze still fixated on the road. You mumble his name, simply questioning his actions as if this were the first time he had ever done it. It wasn’t. Quite often he’d keep a hand on your thigh while he drove. It was always an innocent gesture, yet it felt different in this moment.
He never responds, instead, his fingers would slip under the hem of your dress languidly, coming back down just as slow. The way he’d squeeze your thigh after tickling your skin like that was enough to give you goosebumps. You could feel your cheeks heating up as lewd thoughts suddenly flood your mind. The two of you have fooled around before, it’s not like these thoughts were new to you, it was just different now. The thought of him touching you while he drove, and the adrenaline that’d come with the affair, had your heart beating faster.
Unbeknownst to you, that’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to become antsy. Tachihara loved how easy it was to fluster you, and he might’ve been in a bit of a “mood” himself, so it was only expected that he’d tease you. It seemed his plan was working, too. His thumb would caress your skin, his other fingers softly pushing into your leg. He’d simply smirk at feeling you close your legs a bit, keeping his hand stationed on your thigh while he drove.
You’d shift in your seat, nonchalantly making it clear that his actions were getting to you. Rather than stopping though, he just dragged his hand further up your thigh. You gasp when his fingers brush against the lining of your panties, grabbing his wrist.
“Tachi…” you murmur, in an almost scolding tone.
The ginger chuckles, finally bringing both his hands to the wheel. “Want me to pull over?” He looks at you briefly, the look in his eyes implying he already knew your answer.
“C-can’t we just go b-back to my place…?”
Your words come out quietly, as if you were skeptical. Honestly, you were; fooling around in your boyfriend's car on the side of the road wasn’t on your list of things to do today. At the same time, the idea wasn’t a complete turn off. He already had you a bit worked up, and to toy with each other somewhere that wasn’t either of your bedrooms was quite intriguing.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, his tone no longer sultry like it was moments ago.
You bite your lip, contemplating your answer. He’s always been the considerate type when it came to you, no wonder he’d double check before going any further. Before you could speak again though, he pulls over anyway, driving into the nearest empty parking lot. Tachihara puts the car in park then turns to you, resting his elbow on the glove compartment to lean in closer to you.
“Talk to me bunny. What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”
The low tone of his voice, in addition to that pet name he’d call you on occasion, gave you butterflies. A subtle blush appears on your cheeks as you face him, your heart beginning to beat faster as your desires grow stronger.
“You’ve gotten me all flustered…” you whisper, struggling to keep eye contact with him.
You were too shy to elaborate on your emotions, but Tachihara was probably able to figure out what you meant.
He laughs, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Promise I didn’t mean to.”
The wink he threw your way afterwards implied the opposite, yet somehow you already knew that. Gripping your thigh while driving wasn’t new behavior for him. What was “new” was how he’d inch his hand so far up your leg that he could sneak it past your panties if he wanted to. He knew what he was doing, and just as he would’ve hoped, whatever he was doing was working. He keeps his body facing yours, looking at you with an undeniable flicker of lust in his eyes. You can feel him look you up and down through the dim illumination provided by the streetlights.
“You never answered my question, bun.” Tachihara reaches over and grabs your hand, caressing it with his thumb. “Want me to take you home? Maybe calm your nerves a bit?”
You glare at him teasingly, knowing that he’d do anything but calm your nerves if you went home. He chuckles at your non-verbal response, raising your entwined hands to place a kiss on your knuckles.
“How about we stay here then?” He raises an eyebrow, indicating his answer to his own question.
At this point, the longer you thought about it, the more enthralling it became. His gentle touches, plus that alluring note his voice carried, weren’t helping to soothe the excitement building in your stomach. It was a little nerve wracking to think about doing anything with him in a place like this, still, you were comfortable enough with Tachihara to trust him. The chances of getting caught were so slim, there wasn’t even a reason to worry about it.
Bashfully, you nod, avoiding eye contact with him. He kisses your knuckles again, asking if you were sure, to which you whisper a yes. He smirks, presumably with satisfaction, before gesturing for you to get in the backseat. You do as you’re told, being careful to at least try and avoid your nightgown from rising too much. His eyes follow you as you climb to the back, his gaze fixated on your ass, as your dress did in fact expose you a bit. He follows you, getting comfortable beside you. Nervously you wait for him to make a move, curious to see how eager he was. His hand then cups your cheek, eyes darting between your stare and your lips.
“You look so fucking pretty tonight, you know that?”
Too flustered to stutter a thank you, you giggle sheepishly, and he takes the opportunity to steal a kiss. You inhale sharply, immediately melting under his touch. Kissing him always felt like fire against your lips, like a burning flame too powerful to put out. His other hand slowly creeps up your thigh, sliding under the silky fabric of your nightgown. You whimper when he squeezes your leg, unintentionally giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He groans at the noise you make, swiftly changing your position so you’re lying beneath him.
Tachihara pulls away momentarily, grinning at the sight of your already swollen lips. With blown out pupils, you look up at him with anticipation, tilting your chin up to provoke him to kiss you again. He doesn’t, simply teasing you by denying you what you want. He bites his lip, running his palms up your thighs to hike up your dress.
“Gonna be all wet for me if I touch you, bun?” he whispers, softly stroking your skin as his fingers reach your panties.
As embarrassing as it would’ve been, it wasn’t too far from the truth. You’ve always been the sensitive type; getting soaked just from making out. Maybe it was because your body looked forward to something more than what you’d be getting. Out of the handful of times you and Tachihara had messed around, you’ve never done anything more than hand stuff, plus the few times he went down on you. For as long as you’ve been together, he’s always been respectful of your want to wait a while before properly having sex. It was a pretty big step that you hadn’t been ready to take. Yet right now, while he suckles at your neck and rubs you through your panties, you were considering taking that next step.
His fingers would push on your clit through the fabric that covered it, leisurely circling it and making you moan. You feel him smile against your skin, licking and nipping at your throat while he makes the wet spot on your panties grow. The tent in his pants was poking your leg, your desire to take care of it suddenly becoming prominent. He lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking them before sliding them past your panties. Your back arches, the tips of his fingers rubbing against your puffy clit and eliciting a whimper. He catches the sound in his mouth, moaning into the messy kiss he now had you trapped in. You trail a hand down to his slacks, needily palming at his bulge the best you could, despite the position.
Tachihara tugs at your lower lip with a groan, sliding his fingers through your slick folds until he reaches your cunt. You whine under him, groping him in hopes that he’d catch the hint that you were growing impatient. His fingers dip into your leaking hole, your lips falling from his as a moan escapes you.
“T-Tachi, faster, p-please~” you beg, rutting up against his palm.
“Someone’s needy tonight, huh?” He chuckles, complying to your plea.
His name rolls off your tongue in a whiny tone, your body feeling more sensitive than it usually does. Your hips buck up on their own, the feeling of his fingers curling in your pussy driving you up a wall. You clench around his digits, suddenly yearning for something more than this. The thoughts running through your head as he stretched you with his fingers were only aiding the pleasure you felt. Just the thought of him actually fucking you was drawing your orgasm closer than expected. Tachihara wasn’t letting up, either. He’d pump his fingers quickly, only slowing down to toy with your clit before continuing. A high-pitched moan slips your lips, your body barely able to keep still.
“F-fuck, Tachi, m-more...”
Tachihara steadies his pace, lifting his head from the crook of your neck. He plays with your swollen nub, staring at you with slight confusion.
“How much more do you want, baby?” He kisses your jaw, rubbing small, fast circles into your tiny bundle of nerves. “Want me to kiss your pretty pussy, hm? You’re getting close, is that how you wanna finish?”
His words go straight to your heat, the thought of him eating out making your eyes roll to the back of your head. To his surprise though, that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him. You struggle to let the words out, finding the task difficult as he keeps playing with you.
“Tachi I— fuck— I want y-you~”
Everything he had been doing came to a halt, his hand slipping out of your panties as he sits between your legs. Embarrassed and blushing darkly, you sit up, worried you said something wrong. Tenderly, he kisses you, keeping close to your lips as he pulls away to speak.
“D-do you really? I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything…”
The color of your cheeks manages to get darker, and you give a bashful nod. “Yes, I-I really want to… Really bad…”
For the first time tonight, you see his face get red, and you finally notice the way he cock strains beneath his pants. He sits there a minute, pondering how he should move things along without rushing. He looked nervous, which you found endearing, in a way. Tachihara had experience, whereas you didn’t. Maybe he was stressing over doing things wrong, though you had full faith in him. The way he’s treated you up until now was telling enough that he’d do a good job.
You place a hand on his cheek, kissing him reassuringly. “I promise I’m ready Tachi.”
He murmurs an “okay,” kissing the tip of your nose before reaching to the front of the car. Hurriedly, he searches for a condom, finding one faster than you expected him to. Tachihara sits back down beside you, almost unsure of what to do next. It was cute how jittery he was. You didn’t think he would be, knowing this wasn’t his first time. You giggle, a wave of confidence coming over you. You take it upon yourself to sit on his lap, kissing his cheek tenderly.
“Are you nervous?” you ask genuinely.
He blushes, chuckling. “I’ve never been nervous like this before… I just, don’t wanna fuck anything up, I guess.”
A smile you’re barely able to repress spreads across your face. To know that you’re the only person he’s ever gotten this anxious with over something like this, was almost flattering. To you, it meant that he wholeheartedly cared about how the experience would be for you. Not that he didn’t care about anyone else he’s been with, he just loved you more than anyone else.
You place a kiss on his lips, resting both your hands at the slope of his neck. “You’re not gonna fuck anything up. I trust you.”
Gripping your hips, he pulls your form closer to his and kisses you again, passionately. It was slow, and sensual. Every move he made was perfectly orchestrated, his tongue moving in time with yours. You could feel your stomach flutter with excitement, trailing your hands into his hair to deepen the kiss. He pushes your nightgown up to your waist, making direct contact with the warmth of your skin. Tachihara guides you along his lap, both of you groaning at the pleasurable friction. You could feel your panties getting wetter by the second, a new rush of desire washing over you at the thought of what was yet to come.
Your hips start moving on their own, applying more pressure to the throbbing bulge you sit upon. Tachihara moans, squeezing your waist only to further move you along his lap. And when you unexpectedly part from him, he’s quick to try and chase your lips.
“Tachi let me please you.” you blurt out, running your hands down his chest.
He leans forward to kiss your jaw, down to your neck, humming against your skin as if to give you permission. Despite wanting you to touch him, it seemed as if he were refusing to let you go. He started bruising up your neck again, still rubbing at your sides and making you grind on his lap. The desperation you felt was only growing, and he wasn’t helping it any.
“Tachi baby, please~” you moan, tugging at his shirt in hopes that he’d give you some freedom.
He looks up at you, kissing you eagerly before finally letting up. “You’re driving me crazy y/n…”
Taking advantage of the fact that he wasn’t all over you, you get off his lap. He shifts in his seat, impatiently unzipping his pants and pulling them to his ankles. His boxers quickly follow, his cock springing up as soon as it’s free. You practically drool at the sight, your eyes glued to the sight. Tachihara smirks at your reaction, loving the way you admired him as if he were a meal waiting to be devoured. You adjust yourself, lowering your head to press a kiss on the head of his cock. The slit drips with pre-cum, the salty fluid coating your lips. Your tongue swirls around his tip, getting a taste of the liquid leaking his cock.
Tachihara hisses at the feeling, throwing his head back when you wrap your lips around him. With a hum, you bring yourself lower, hollowing your cheeks and taking him in your mouth as much as you could. He moans, bucking his hips up and accidently making you gag.
“S-sorry, please keep going. It feels good.” he huffs, setting his hand on your head.
Your eyes become glassy but you keep him in your mouth, whimpering around him before lifting your head. Spit trickles down his length before your palm scoops it up, your hand gripping him firmly at the base. You twist your fist, stroking him slowly as you lower your head once more.
Tachihara gasps when you flatten your tongue up the underside of his shaft, arching his back. “Y-y/n, fuck~ More baby, please…”
You keep eye contact with him, moaning as you begin to bob your head up and down. He tried to keep still, but the way your hand would pump his cock while you suck his tip had him squirming. The urge to take every inch down your throat was strong, yet somehow you manage to control yourself. Had you done it, Tachihara would’ve definitely came on the spot. Sure he had a bit of stamina regularly, but with how sensitive he was right now, it was almost guaranteed he wouldn’t last all that long. You take him a little deeper nonetheless, yearning to gag on his cock knowing he’d love to see you do it.
He had his head resting on the window, chest heaving with every moan. His hand massages the top of your head, his moans filling the space you were in. The noises he let out had you clenching around nothing, your thighs squeezing together just so you could feel something. With pleading eyes, you look up at him, hoping he could see how needy you were getting. You come up for air, dragging your palm up his entire length then bringing it back down. Tachihara curses under his breath, which catches in his throat when you start focusing on his tip.
“Shit— y/n, I-I want you so fucking bad, baby, please. P-please~” he whines, his cock twitching in your hand while you rub the tip against your tongue.
You let go of him, giving his wet cock a tiny kiss before sitting up. Not even two seconds after, are his lips locked onto yours. The kiss is sloppy, and rushed, yet neither of you cared. There was a twinge of anxiety running through you, knowing what was about to happen in the next few minutes, but it was blocked by your overwhelming arousal. Tachihara excitedly reached for the unopened condom he had thrown to the floor earlier, non-verbally telling you to undress. You slip out of your drenched panties, deciding to remove your dress too. You were a little distracted by the sight of him wrapping up, watching him touch himself with you right there.
“C’mere gorgeous.”
He offers his hand when he’s done, helping you climb back onto his lap. You hover his length, hesitating going any further. Now that it was actually happening, you worried about the pain you may feel. Scared about it not being everything you dreamed it to be. He could see the wariness in your eyes, reassuringly caressing your thighs.
“You sure you wanna do this?”
“Y-yes, it’s just— C-can you help me?...”
You blush, and he brings your hands to his shoulders, kissing your wrist.
“It’s gonna hurt for a second, but I promise it’ll feel good after.”
Tachihara lines up at your entrance, lightly prodding at your sopping cunt. You bite your lip, feeling him start to push past your slit. A squeal falls from your mouth, and your head falls onto his shoulder. He kisses your neck, continuing to slide in as slow as he could to make it as painless as possible. Once he got the tip in, the rest followed smoothly. It still stung a bit, that stretch being more evident than you anticipated, still, you took every inch. Having him prep you beforehand definitely aided in making this easier, but you’d sit there cockwarming him anyway, getting used to the feeling.
“How’re you doing, bunny?” he asks, rubbing your back and littering kisses on your neck.
You inhale shakily, bringing your head up to look at him. “I-it kind of hurts… B-but, it feels good…”
He nods, “It’ll feel better in a second. Here.” Tachihara starts playing with your clit, making you tighten around him, resulting in a moan from both of you.
That little action sent a shock through your body, your mind no longer focused on subtle pain that was quickly fading. He kisses along your collarbones, circling your clit when you begin to roll your hips. A moan escapes him, and he brings his hands to your waist. He scoots forward in his seat so he’s reclining rather than sitting up completely straight.
“I’m gonna start for you okay? So you get used to it.” he mumbles, breaths hitching as pushes his cock back in, because the slight change in position caused it to slip out a bit.
You give him a quiet “okay,” and grasp his shoulders, bracing yourself for what was to come. Tachihara thrusts up, holding your body in place above his. The sound you let out had your face heating up— you didn’t even think you could make sounds like that; a high-pitched yelp that even he was surprised to hear.
“You like that, baby?” He pants, smirking as he finds a pace.
It’s steady, agonizingly slow, but steady. He just wanted you to warm up to the feeling. His hands move to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You whimper his name, stuttering about how it felt good and you wanted more. His eyes roll to the back of his head, his thrusts almost instantly getting faster. Your body trembles on top of his, your pussy quivering as he fucks up into it. The feeling was so much better than you would’ve thought it’d be, the pain no longer there. Tachihara moans in your ear, rutting into your cunt more desperately than when he started.
“God you feel amazing~ Taking me so good, so fucking good.”
You struggle to even moan his name, pulling on the shirt he still wore because of how good you felt. He could tell you were trying to move on your own, not finding yourself all that successful because of the position. Tachihara slides back on the seat so his back is flush against it, sitting up properly to give you a little more freedom. You sink onto his cock with a gasp, lacing your fingers through his hair while you bounce in his lap.
“A-ah, good girl, just like th-that— fuck.” he grunted, holding you by your hips to help you a little.
Your legs were starting to shake around his form, the action of riding him starting to become difficult. He made sure to assist you however he could, whether he was literally moving you on and off his dick, or simply thrusting into the air whenever your momentum faltered. He needily latches onto one of your nipples, sucking and pulling it with his lips. The new sensation had your mind going blank. Not a single thought ran through your head, aside from the way he was making you feel.
For so long you wondered what it’d be like to share such an intimate moment with someone you loved. You may not have fantasized about it happening here, but that didn’t even matter. You could feel your stomach getting tight, your moans turning into whimpers as your energy began draining. Tachihara was getting close too, you could tell from the way his cock jerked every time your cunt tightened around it. You were trying to mentally prepare yourself for when your orgasm finally hit you, knowing it’d wash over you much harder than any other time you’ve experienced it. It felt like he was so fucking deep inside you, hitting that one spot so good you swore you’d make a mess on his cock.
“M’gonna cum Tachi~!!” You bury your face in the crook of his neck, letting him move your body against his. You couldn’t really move on your own anymore, the pleasure too overwhelming for you to attempt it. Tachihara was losing himself in the feeling, fucking up into you faster to force that orgasm out of you.
“God, fuck— cum for me y/n, please. You’re doing so g-good, baby. Fuck, I’m so close, please.” he rasped, digging his nails into your skin.
You practically cry out his name, moaning and whining into his shoulder as your orgasm rips through you. Tachihara moans a swear, wrapping his arms around you. He had no intention of finishing while inside you, but it happened so fast he didn’t have time to pull out. You could feel the warmth of his cum pooling in the condom, your cunt still fluttering around his cock all the while. Tachihara kisses under your jawline, coming down from his high through heavy breaths.
“You did so good, bun. So, so good.” He whispers close to your skin, closing his eyes with intentions of regaining some composure.
You smile tiredly, muttering something about how you thought he was amazing. The two of you sit there in each other’s arms, hot and sweaty, and satisfied. All that time you spent waiting was all worth it in the end. Weakly, you get off of him, letting him take off his soiled condom while you struggle to catch your breath beside him. Tachihara turns to you, caressing your cheek and lazily kissing your lips.
“I love you so much, y’know that?” He pecks your lips again, clearly smitten.
“I love you more.” You grin, fully enamored with the person next to you.
Tachihara gives you one last kiss, before reaching for some napkins he had stored away. It wasn’t the best clean up job, but it’d suffice for the time being. Despite how tired you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop smiling. He made you feel so loved tonight— not that he hasn’t done that in the past. You weren’t sure what to expect when all this started, but you weren’t disappointed with the outcome.
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Xiao: Fainting HCS
FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE.
Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.
Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.
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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.
Xiao Semi Series
[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]
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Xiao: Fainting HCS
Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.
He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.
It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.
Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.
She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.
Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.
Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.
Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.
Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.
When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.
“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.
“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down.
“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.
“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,
“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.
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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.
When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.
Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.
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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.
Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao.
(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)
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hold on tight || b.c (m)
"hi! can you write something about streetracer!chan x f reader where things got heated up 🥺🥺 i really like your works by the way, kiss yourself really is one of my jisung’s fav fic !!" - anon
a/n: holyashjdljzhldsa just the thought of streetracer!chan makes me... omg i don’t even KNOW, i'd actually go crazy... and omg tysm! that means so much to me :,( and you're gonna have to excuse me since there's so many things heated could mean i'm just gonna make it angsty and smutty,, also kinda went off for a fluffy ending because it's bang chan, the christiano bangnaldo, how can i not???
● pairing: bang chan x (fem) reader
● genre: a lil bit of fluff at the beginning | angst | smut (mdi!)
● warnings: chan acts like a dick but he really isn't | illegal gambling/street racing | established relationship | angry sex | (of course) car sex | hair pulling | degradation + praise | dom!chan, sub!reader | fighting :( | semi - public sex | profanity | suggestive dialogue | reader slaps chan once :( | unprotected sex (please be safe!) | choking | kind of a quickie???? | super happy ending because i'm sappy like that
● requested? yes!
● words: 8.7k
→ summary:
You’ve never known about your boyfriend’s secret and very illegal job, if you could even call it that.
"Shut up, buckle up and hold on tight 'cause it's gonna be one hell of a night for us, darling."
It’s a cold, rainy night. You’re waiting comfortably on the couch, sitting there wrapped up in one of Chan’s blankets, waiting ever so patiently for his return. He’s not usually out this late, neither did his job usually end this late. Your mind was getting the worst kinds of ideas as you held your phone in your hand, more worry than anger coming over you. You couldn’t be mad at him, really, you were just worried something happened to him, since he wasn’t picking up your calls or even looking at your texts.
It’s around midnight, and you swore you wouldn’t sleep until you watched Chan, in all his glory, walk through the front door of your guys’s shared apartment. You’ve been dating Chan for years, ever since high school. And, now, even after graduating college and finding a stable job and apartment, Chan still tended to keep things from you. It was a bad habit of his, yes, but you couldn’t really be too mad at him for it. Besides, you’ll be able to help him out of that habit. Once he comes back, at least.
To wait, you decided to watch a bit of television to let your mind wander from the thought of something bad happening to Chan. Of course, the subtle thought of him cheating crossed your mind a few times, but Chan’s only ever been the most loyal and dedicated boyfriend, even past his pretty hard shell. He acts pretty tough sometimes, but you know that he’s just a little bit insecure about himself on the inside. Which, to you, is completely normal. Everyone’s at least a little bit insecure. You couldn’t blame him for that.
Getting with Chan was actually very difficult at first. You both had a rocky start before you started dating, since Chan was kind of like the cliche popular bad boy, and you were the snarky book nerd. You both started off arguing and bickering about everything. But, when you both got closer and closer, you began to see a softer, kinder side to him. And, like magic, you two started dating. You don’t really remember how it happened. It might’ve been just Chan saying, “Wanna date me?” or something like that just ‘cause it’s simple. However, getting it past your parents about your relationship with Chan was the most difficult in the world. They did not approve of him whatsoever. Even today, they’re still cautious of him even though Chan’s already proven his loyalty to you and swore to your parents that he’d never lay an aggressive finger on you.
You’re parents didn’t really like him because of his choice of outfits and friends, which was a stupid way to judge somebody in your opinion. So, no matter how many times they tried to break things off or distance you from Chan, you two always found your way back to each other. Though it was fun, all the sneaking out at three in the morning, saying you’re going over to a friends house when you’re really going to go see Chan and all the late night calls in a hushed tone, you’re glad you can finally relax about it and live peacefully with Chan without the need to sneak around.
But, your mind hasn’t been so peaceful these last few hours. There’s still no sign of Chan and no opened messages. You gave up on calling him after the fifth call had gone unanswered, and just decided to wait. Clutching your phone to your chest in case he were to call or text. Your eyes switch between the screen and the front door (which led into the living room).
You nearly jumped out of your blanket when your phone started ringing obnoxiously loud. Your heart beat loudly as you scrambled to look at the caller’s I.D. And, thankfully, it’s Chan. You’ve never answered so quickly.
“Chan?” Your excited voice squeaked out when you brought the phone close to your ear, a bright smile etching over your lips. Just happy that he’s in contact with you.
“Hey, darling,” Chan’s voice was husky and tired, and a little deeper than you remember. He must be exhausted, and you wondered if he had to stay late at work, “I’m so sorry for being out late. I’ll be home soon.”
“Alright… Is everything okay? What were you doing out so late?” You ask carefully, wrapping the blanket tightly around you.
“Work. My boss had me work over time. I would have texted you, but I was pretty busy,” in the distance, you can hear the sound of his car’s engine. He must be driving pretty fast. Chan also has a really nice car he saved up for and worked really hard for. It’s a smaller, good looking and really, really fast car. You could recognize that engine anywhere.
“Oh… I’m sorry about that,” You respond after a moment.
“It’s alright. Nothing to worry too much over,” you can hear Chan’s smile even through the phone, “And, by the way, could you do something for me before I get home?”
“Sure.”
“Could you make me something small to eat? I didn’t have the chance to eat dinner at work. If you could do that, that’d be so great, baby.” Chan says, and you get up off of the couch. Already heading for the kitchen.
“I could make you some jjajangmyeon? We have all the ingredients,” you say, surfing through your pantry.
“That’d be great, (Y/N). Thank you,” Chan sighs through the phone, and you pull out the ingredients.
“Of course. When will you be home?” You ask before he could hang up.
“I’ll be home in the next ten to fifteen minutes, at the least.” He says, and you can hear the engine get a little bit louder behind him, “I have to focus on the road. I’ll be home soon. I love you, baby.”
“Love you, too, Chan.” You respond, and hang up. Now with the satisfaction and the relief of knowing Chan’s coming home, you separate the ingredients out and start cooking (thank god you took that home economics class back in high school. You couldn’t cook for shit before that). Since Jjajangmyeon is a pretty slow cooked dish, you try your best with temperature control to fit it into the timeframe for when Chan gets home, wanting it to be ready for him.
You had your hair tied back as you cooked, occasionally looking up to watch the television, which was still on the random news channel from before. It talked about things you weren’t too interested in, so you only kept it on for background noise.
You were so immersed in cooking, you didn’t even notice the door slamming open and closed and a pair of heavy footsteps walking up to the kitchen. You jumped when Chan’s arms wrapped around your waist, his chin planting itself on your shoulder. He laughs tiredly at your reaction, and you turn to give him a subtle glare, but your smile deceived you.
“Hey, baby. I’m sorry for coming home so late. I promise it wasn’t my intention,” Chan grumbles out, his words low and slightly slurred, mostly because he’s tired.
“It’s alright, don’t apologize,” you chuckle softly as you arrange two portions of the jjajangmyeon into two different bowls. Chan watches silently over your shoulder, “I’m just glad you’re home. You worried me. Please text me next time, before you stay overtime and don’t bother texting me. I worry a lot, you know?”
“I know, (Y/N). I know you worry too much for your own good,” Chan smiles softly, chuckling tiredly, “It’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”
You smile, flustered, and raise a warm hand to press against Chan’s cheek, turning your head to press a loving kiss to his temple, which is cold, even in the warm kitchen. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want to eat in bed?”
“Not if you’ll make me do the dishes directly afterwards,” Chan lets go of you to take his dish, and you take yours.
You cock a brow at him, “I was going to make you do them anyways. You’re not getting out of it that easily.” You giggle and tap his nose with the tip of your finger. “Come on. Take mine, too. I’ll shut everything down.” You hand your bowl to Chan, who takes it quickly as you scurry around, turning off the television. Turning off lights and putting the dishes in the sink.
Once Chan’s changed into more comfortable wear and you’re both comfortable in bed, watching some show on the TV while eating. Time at home was usually like this; relaxing. You’re cuddled up to Chan while he ate slowly. Once you both finished, you placed them on the nightstands for the time being.
Chan was asleep instantly. You were up a bit longer, still a bit run on adrenaline from worrying so much earlier, despite knowing you have to be up early for work. Chan didn’t have to work till the afternoon, but you had to be up early since you’re a librarian at the local public high school. Chan’s an assistant producer and works under a decently big entertainment company. It’s quite the drastic difference, but you being a pretty big book worm yourself, you decided it would be fun to be a librarian (mostly using your literature degree), even if it’s stressful at times. Chan’s work, however, is much more tedious than your own. Where you can usually go at your own pace, he has more strict deadlines and sometimes more difficult work.
So, you let Chan sleep on your stomach. His arms wrapped around you securely as his face nuzzled into the soft fabric of the oversized shirt you were wearing. You were up a bit longer, watching the TV while running your hands through Chan’s soft hair. Enjoying the moment for the time being before you, yourself, drifted off into a deep sleep.
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You were the first one to wake up the next morning, per usual. You woke up to your alarm that Chan thankfully slept through. You got ready as quickly and quietly as you could. Since you work in a pretty professional environment, you wear something modest, but fits well with the fall weather and your fashion style. You wore a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of black slacks under a jacket with your university’s logo on it and a pair of sneakers. They weren’t too big on dress code for the teachers at the school, but the students still had to wear uniforms.
Before you left, you made Chan lunch for the day and yourself a lunch. You even bothered to wake him up briefly to give him a kiss goodbye and that you’ll be back early afternoon, although he’ll probably be at work, then. Chan, although three fourths asleep, gave you a tight hug and a kiss with a slurred ‘Love you’ before plopping back onto the bed and instantly falling back asleep.
Although Chan had quite the expensive car, he wasn’t quite fond of you driving it. You have your own car, and it’s fine. Mostly used to drive to and from work and nothing more, since most other things you were with Chan, so you both usually took his car. It’s not so much a matter of richer and poorer, his car just had more little trinkets and things that are just more convenient. You’re not completely sure what model his car is, all you know is that it’s expensive.
The school isn’t too far. It’s actually a ten minute drive from your apartment. You have to make it there pretty early, so the roads aren’t jam packed like they would be when Chan has to drive to work. So, you have a bit of an advantage there. When you get there, you’re met with the people in the front office, who bow respectfully to you, and you make your way to the library.
You set up at the large, round desk. You especially like being a librarian, because it’s quiet. You don’t think you’d do too well as a teacher, so you settled for a librarian since it was a good and easy way to use your literature degree and put it to good use, other than the fact you’re writing a novel, but that’s a whole other story (hehet).
It’s about half an hour before some students pile in, bidding you good morning and sitting down at the tables to study for whatever assignment or test they have, or to finish homework. Some of them go around to look at books, but most just sit by their lonesome and work on whatever while blasting profane music into their poor ears.
You were busying yourself going through overdue books, and emailing parents about student’s overdue books. You were immersed in your work, so you were somewhat shocked when someone tapped your shoulder. When you turned, you were met with the smiling face of your coworker. A middle aged, pretty woman named Jung Migyeong, who gave you the permission to call her ‘unnie’. She’s considerably your work - best friend. She’s the only person who really delved into conversation with you, unlike most of the other teachers who only talked to you about whatever book they’re class reading or for book suggestions (and you just choose the first book in the library that comes to mind).
“Oh, you scared me!” You giggle in a hushed tone, and Eunmi smiled brightly, her motherly aura giving you a sense of calmness.
“Sorry, sorry!” Eunmi sits on your desk, more leaning against it. Eunmi is really a pretty lady. Her hair is cut short to her shoulders, and she never wears makeup. Her natural tone is without blemishes or acne. She always wears pretty dresses to work, and she always carries around her purse for some odd reason. “I wanted to catch up with you. I didn’t realize you were so immersed in your work. I should’ve known, you’re more responsible than half the teachers here.”
“I try, I really do,” You respond, leaning back in the chair and smiling up at her, “Do you have a free period for the first hour?”
Eunmi nods, “Yes, I do. They switched it up just ‘cause of something wrong in the student's schedules. But, that’s past the point. How have things been going? In the home life?”
You shrug a shoulder, your smile dropping, “It’s… going. My boyfriend didn’t come home until, like, twelve - thirty last night. He said he had to stay late for work, but I don’t get it, Eunmi. He wouldn’t answer my calls or texts, and I don’t think his job prevents him from at least opening a text until he gets off, you know?”
“You said he’s a producer, right?” Eunmi asks, her head tilting down to look at you more clearly. You nod, “Well, he might’ve been busy with the idol. It’s pretty difficult work, I’m surprised he’s been able to keep up with it well.”
“Well, he came home hungry and tired,” you sigh again, “Which is weird because if he stays late he usually grabs something from the kitchen at the company building or fast food and eats it before he comes home. But, he was hungry… not super hungry, but I made him jjajangmyeon.”
"Jajangmyeon?" Eunmi’s head tilts, and one brow lifts and she scoffs, “That’s like a fifty minute dinner.”
“Not if you toy around with the temperatures, no,” you smile, and Eunmi shrugs a shoulder, “Eh, I was the one who suggested it to him. It’s one of his favorites, and he sounded exhausted and overworked so I though, you know, might as well. But, after eating, he was out like a light. You wouldn’t think that producing would make someone so tired.”
“You never know,” Eunmi reassures, “You seem to be really worried about this. You don’t think he’s cheating, do you?”
You quickly shake your head, “No, no! I know him, and I know that he would never do that to me. I think he’s just trying to hide something from me. I’m not mad at him, I just don’t want him to keep anything from me.”
“You’re not mad… yet!” Eunmi corrects, and your lips purse, “If he’s really hiding something from you, it must be pretty big. I would personally be surprised if you were able to keep your temper if you found out whatever it is he’s hiding. Cheating or not.”
You’ve never really been one to get extremely mad or even start arguments. As said before, you and Chan did have petty arguments back in high school, but since then, you’ve both matured. Chan always shut down a fight if you were getting too agitated, and you were usually never the first one to start up an argument, since your patience isn’t as thin as before. You will admit, though, you’d be decently upset if you found out Chan really was hiding something from you. You trust him so much, you thought there should’ve been nothing to hide.
“I suppose you’re right,” you lean your head against your hand, resting your elbow on the desk, “If there’s a good chance, I’ll talk to him about it tonight. If I want things to really work out with him, then there has to be complete trust and honesty with each other.”
“That’s the spirit,” Eunmi proudly says, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with him, unnie,” you admit shamelessly, and Eunmi smiles wistfully, “I want to grow old with him. But I don’t want to live waking up every day at four in the morning and coming home to no one for hours on end. And, sometimes he won't come till midnight or morning.”
“Well, my husband and I used to have a lot of secrets, too. That we kept from each other,” Eunmi admits, reassuring you that you’re not the only one going through something like this, “The only way we were able to sort things through was by sitting down and talking to each other. Just telling all of our secrets to each other, even if they’re embarrassing or stupid. Just knowing the fact that we can trust each other with everything gives us that reassurance that we’re meant to be. Honesty is everything.”
You look down, thinking about the advice Eunmi had just given you, and you swallow down the growing lump of frustration in your throat, “Thank you for the advice, unnie. It means a lot to me.”
“Of course. I’m always free to talk, and you have my number if anything happens,” Eunmi smiles fondly, “And my doors are always open to you. I’ve spoken to my husband about you and he said that he’s always willing to keep our doors open. Just in case anything happens. You can’t be too careful, right?”
“Right,” you smile, flustered by Eunmi’s kindness, “Thank you so much. I’m… you’re right. If the worst of the worst happens and I’m booted out of my own apartment, then I’m at least glad to know that there’s some place I can go to that’s not three cities over.”
Eunmi laughs softly, and you laugh along with her, “I’m glad. Anyways, it’s about that time. I’m going to start heading back to my classroom. Let Chan know that I said hello, and that I wish you both well. Good luck, (Y/N).”
“Thanks, unnie. I’ll call you later,” you wave briefly as Eunmi makes her way out of the library, students bowing briefly to her as she passes.
You’re glad to have a friend like Eunmi. You’re lucky to have someone open their doors to you. Sometimes, you wonder if Eunmi views you as a younger sister, since she constantly rambles on and on about how she loves being called unnie or noona by her younger coworkers, even if she’s among the younger teachers. She’s like the sister you’ve never had. Sure, things had to be professional, but you’d like to spend more time with her out of the workplace. That would be fun.
The rest of the day is pretty slow. You had a few classes come in to pick up literature books, math books and to check out some books, but that was really it. You didn’t see Eunmi again, and left a few hours after the school closed. There was a bit of traffic on the way home, but it was mostly cleared up.
When you got home, you weren’t surprised to be met with an empty house. No sign of Chan, except the lunch you made him was gone, meaning he took it with him, thankfully, and he left a cute little note on a sticky note saying his thanks to you for making it for him. Which he usually did for you (you never bothered to throw them away. You actually kept them all in a little cigar box for safekeeping. Why? You didn’t know. You just felt like it.)
Like every day when you come home, you change into a pair of more comfortable clothing, which was just one of Chan’s hoodies you took out of his side of the closet, and a pair of ripped jeans. Since Chan didn’t do the dishes before he left, like you thought he would, you decided to do them to pass the time. In doing so, you turned on the TV for some background noise as you rolled up your sleeves to start scrubbing the dishes.
However, your attention was soon caught by the TV when the regular news anchor started talking about crime. At first, it was just about a robbery that took place in uptown, and that didn’t really suit your interest. What did catch your attention, enough to turn off the faucet and ignore the dishes to watch the TV, was when an all - too familiar black car with tinted windows and no license plate appeared on the screen, and there was a red car, too, but you didn’t recognize that one.
You turned up the volume, “Today, police are trying to look for these cars with no license plates caught on camera last night. They were suspected to be illegally street racing and gambling last night at around eleven o’ clock at night before being caught on security footage of a hotel nearby. If you can identify these cars, please contact the police immediately. One has been identified as a black Ferrari SF90 Stradale. The other has yet to be identified. If you see anything suspicious on the streets, please contact authorities. Here’s a clearer picture of both cars.”
And, that’s when it sparked you. One of the pictures of the black Ferrari was of the front. Despite the tinted window, you could clearly see a black ice Little Tree air freshener hanging from the mirror and a familiar hand gripping the wheel tightly. How could you recognize it? Despite the low quality, you can see a familiar ring on the middle finger. A celtic design Chan loved so much.
“Oh… my fucking god,” your mouth drops open as realization hits, and you immediately dash to the bedroom to yank open Chan’s dresser drawer, one left vacant for paperwork to “keep things safe”, and you pull out his insurance for his car. And, there it is, in plain sight. Ferrari SF90 Stradale. Color; black. Windows; tinted. At first, shock pools through you. Doubt climbing up. There’s no way Chan’s a criminal. There’s no way that he’s the one in the Ferrari. It has to be someone else.
But, there was only one way to find out. You had to be sure it was him.
So, you grabbed your purse and your keys and threw on a pair of slip - on vans. The sun was already setting, and you nearly forgot to lock up before running to your car. Barely unlocking it before you throw yourself into it, not even bothering to buckle your seatbelt before driving off to god knows where. Your gut leading you, immediately driving towards the area shown on the news. You pull out your phone, trusting the wheel in one hand as you pull up Chan’s profile and call him, pressing the phone to your ear.
The ringing carries on and on until the familiar voice of Chan speaks up, telling you that he’s not available and to leave a message after the beep.
“Oh, fuck off!” You scream at your phone before trying to call him again. Again and again it led to voicemail. Voicemail after voicemail. You couldn’t text him, not with you driving.
After the tenth call, you let out a frustrated yell, hitting your wheel with your palm and trying your best not to cry. You might be overreacting, since there’s a large chance that it isn’t Chan. But, for some reason, you believed it. You believed, at least somewhat, that it was Chan’s car. That it was Chan in the car. You didn’t want to believe it, but you did.
And your questions coursing through your mind were soon answered when you pulled up to the spot from the news, it now twilight, the sun just being set over the city’s horizon. You pulled onto an empty freeway, and parked in an alley between two buildings. There’s a group of people and a ton of expensive cars around the freeway. There were people crowded around a table. Some girls sat on top of cars, talking and laughing to each other while wearing vulgar and revealing clothes. Your brows furrow, deciding to stay low for a while. You turn off the engine to your car and watch carefully, gripping your phone in your hand. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, popping beer bottles, laughing and talking amongst themselves.
But, it’s when the sound of a loud engine came into earshot, and everyone, including you, turned to see the source of the sound. The moment the crowd of people see who it is, they start to cheer loudly. Throwing up their hands. However, your mouth falls open once more as the black Ferrari SF90 Stradale with tinted windows and a black ice Little Tree air freshener hanging from the rear - view mirror. It pulls up to the crowd, and they all part to make way for it.
Instead of shock or sadness, anger and rage begins to boil inside of you, and you grip your steering wheel tightly as you watch Chan, Christopher Bang, step out of the car. People pat his shoulder, and he smiles widely at them. Giving a few people hugs and even smiling to some of the women, who tried to steal a hug from him, too. He’s wearing clothes you don’t ever remember seeing. He wears a black leather jacket over a white button up and black skinny jeans. You’d be impressed by how good he looks if you weren’t so upset.
You didn’t even have to look at your phone as you pulled up Chan’s profile and called him, pressing the phone roughly to your ear.
“Pick up… Pick the fuck up,” you grumble under your breath as you watch Chan. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and looks at it briefly.
Not even hesitating to hang up.
As you heard the familiar sound of Chan’s sweet voice telling you he’s not available at the moment and to leave a message after the beep, you finally have enough courage to get out of your car. Slamming the door shut and making your way out of the alley. They’re not too far, but it's a long enough walk for you to catch the eye of some people. You don’t even pause to rethink your decisions when a girl taps the chest of one of the guys, who glares at you with a raised brow.
The man that glared at you stepped away from the crowd, and you could barely see Chan over the people. He walks over to you, and you stop when the man is right in front of you, peering down you. The smell of cheap beer oozing off of him.
“And who the fuck are you?”
“Chan’s girlfriend, now get the fuck out of my way,” you try to push past him, but he grabs you by the arm. Tightly, too. Probably tight enough to leave a bruise after a while. “Hey! Let go of me.”
“No can do, princess,” the man says, smirking mercilessly down at you, his grip not loosening one bit, “Whether or not you’re Chan’s bitch doesn’t matter to me. It’s either you leave or I take you home and we have a good time. Well, I will, at least.” So, you tried to yank your arm from his, trying your best not to use your free hand to punch him in the face.
“Where’s Chan? Bring him to me.” You demand, and the man scoffs, chuckling.
“Fine, have it your way,” the man turns his head towards the crowd, a few people watch, and he says, “Grab Chan. This chick says she’s his girlfriend.” A few of them laugh at him, thinking it’s a joke. But, you stand your ground, glaring through the crowd. One of the people that laughed pushed through a few people. It takes a minute, and there’s a tense silence between you and the man as you try to pry his hand off.
But, as you suspected, a smiling Chan pushes through, but his smile instantly drops when he sees you.
“Hey, Chan. This chick’s babbling on about being your girl. Should I kick-”
“Get your hands off her right now before I shoot you in the face.” Chan interrupts, anger lacing his dark, deep voice. The man holding your arm instantly lets go and steps away, his hands rising in defense. Mumbling something about just ‘trying to keep things safe’. Once the man is away, Chan walks up to you, now being the one tightly gripping your arms. Leaning down so his face is close to yours.
“Why are you here, (Y/N)? Why the hell are you here?” He asks harshly, his voice full of surprise and desperation. He even shakes you slightly.
“You seriously thought I wouldn’t find out?” You snap, ignoring his question all together, “You thought I was dumb enough to let this go under? Well, I’ve been dumb for too long, Christopher. I’m not going to be like that anymore.” You know he’s not too big a fan of being called by his real name, but you do it anyway.
“Go home (Y/N). I’ll explain everything to you afterwards.” Chan says, placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn you away.
“No!” You yell, pushing his arms off you, “I am not going home, Chan! I am staying with you. I need to know what the hell all of this is. Right. Now.” You demand, and Chan shakes his head.
“No. You’re going home, (Y/N),” Chan tries to push you away again, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly and trying to turn you from the curious crowd. However, you weren’t going to be let off so easily. You swiftly turned around, letting your flying hand come in contact with Chan’s cheek. Smacking him. You made sure not to backhand him, knowing how much that could hurt. Besides, you don’t want to hurt him too much, you just want to get your point across, and he wasn’t listening to your words. He lets go of you again, his head flinging to the side because of the impact.
“I said no. I’m staying here,” You repeat yourself, and Chan’s eyes no longer lace with aggression, but worry. He doesn’t seem upset that you hit him. In fact, he seems to gloss over it. “I need to know what’s going on-”
You weren’t able to finish your sentence until Chan grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the crowd. They part to make way for him, and you aren’t able to muster out a sentence before Chan unlocked his car and shoves you forcefully into the passenger seat.
“Chan, what -”
“Shut up, buckle up and hold on tight ‘cause it’s gonna be one hell of a night for us, darling,” Chan snaps, and your lips clamp close at his harsh words. You didn’t expect that out of him. You could nearly cry right there. Chan backs away and slams the door shut, and you quickly scramble to put the seatbelt on as Chan yells something at the crowd, and they erupt in cheers. A few people scramble to get into different cars, and the rest stay back, keeping their distance. However, Chan didn’t seem too pleased as he walked around the car and into the passenger’s seat, locking the doors.
“Chan…”
“Quiet,” Chan snaps, revving the engine of the car. You can faintly hear the cheer of the onlookers behind as Chan pulls alongside the other three cars. A young woman wearing small shorts and an exposed shirt too small for fall walks ahead, and pulls a red cloth out of her back pocket. Her red lips smile bright as she lifts her red cloth. She holds up one finger, and Chan’s engine growls from behind, the car shaking along with it. Your hands go to grip the first thing, which is the cup holder in the center console and the door. Bracing yourself for what’s about to happen.
“Chan!”
“I said quiet!” Chan yells, sparing you a glance and your brows creased with worry as the woman holds up a second finger, and Chan’s hand grips the wheel as the other rests over the buttons.
She doesn’t hold up a third finger. Instead, she throws down the red cloth, and the moment she does so, Chan is off on the road. His foot slammed against the gas as he pushed his back against the seat and used one hand to effortlessly steer. You feel so impossibly scared in the car. A small part of you was debating whether or not you should have gone home, but you knew that it was the right decision to stay. To truly understand what’s been going on and what this is all about.
You try your best not to scream as the loud engine nearly bursts your eardrums.
“Chan… Chan, stop the car!” You scream, the need to vomit creeping up, even though you try to gulp it down.
“I can’t, (Y/N). I really can’t right now.” He says loudly over the engine.
“Please, Chan, just stop the car…!” You yell out again, and Chan finally glances at you, seeing your distressed look before his head snaps ahead again.
His hand swiftly reaches over to grip your thigh, as if trying to prove that you’re secure, “Calm down, (Y/N). You’ll be fine. We’re fine. I’m not stopping the car. Sorry, but I just can’t.”
“I should hate you for this, Chan!” You say, and you can see the way his knuckles turn white from gripping the wheel. “But I can’t… I just… Goddamn it, why!?”
“I can’t tell you that right now!” He yells back, looking over briefly before making a sharp turn, making you clutch onto the seat belt for protection, his hand now back over the buttons, “You just need to sit there until this is over, got it? I don’t care how scared you are, you’re gonna get through it like the strong woman you are, (Y/N), and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
You look over to Chan, and his lips are downturned, his brows furrowed and his eyes glossed over, as if he could cry right there.
“But why didn’t you just tell me?! We wouldn’t be like this right now if you just told me, Chan, and that’s the truth.” You yell over the engine, and Chan bitterly and breathily chuckles, shaking his head as an angry smile casts over his lips.
“You wouldn’t have stayed with me if I told you, (Y/N), you know that.” His voice is a little softer. If any softer, you wouldn’t have heard him. “You would’ve left me.”
Your mouth falls open, and you shake your head, “Never… Never! Never, ever, accuse me of that. I would never leave you even if you killed a man, Chan, and that’s the truth!” He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even look at you as he turns another sharp corner, and you can see the other cars following behind, closing in. He sees it, too, and he presses some buttons you didn’t bother reading and slams his foot on the gas again. You let out a deep breath, still clutching the seat belt, “I just want to know why, Chan. Why are you resulting to this even though you have a stable job at the entertainment company, I-... I just want you to be honest with me.”
“I’ll tell you later, (Y/N). Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut. I need to focus or we’ll fucking crash, you got it!” He yells, and you flinch at his harsh tone. Finally keeping quiet.
The race seems like it lasts forever, when it was probably only five minutes. With sharp twists and turns and screeching of the engine in wheels, it feels like torture. You hate this, but there’s no backing out yet.
Chan doesn’t utter a word. Only cursing at the other cars when they do something that they weren’t supposed to do, or somehow start catching up to him. You let a few tears slip as you watch his hands and Chan as he focuses solely on the road. The lump in your throat is growing bigger and bigger, and swallowing it down seems to get more and more difficult.
But, it’s over at some point. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and Chan finally slowed down after reaching a pathetic excuse of a finish line. Your trembling hands grip the hem of the hoodie you were wearing as Chan comes to a steady stop. People come cheering as the other three cars pull up behind, being careful not to bump into anyone from the crowd. You breath heavily, and look over to Chan, who rolls down his window, plastering a triumphant smile on his lips.
“I don’t even get why I race against you, mate. You always win. Just take the money and get outta here,” says one of the racers playfully, tossing Chan a briefcase through the window.
“Thanks man. Good race,” Chan says, “Now, I have business to attend to. If you’ll excuse me.”
He rolls up the window, and the man who handed Chan the briefcase smacks the window playfully as Chan rushes off, his smile instantly vanishing as he goes through backgrounds to try and get to a main road without drawing too much attention. Chan’s smile drops, and he hands you the briefcase.
“You want to know so badly? Open it and be careful. It’ll be hell to clean up if you drop it,” Chan grumbles, looking over as you look to him for reassurance. He only gives you a cocked brow as you look back to the case in your lap before unlocking it and opening it. Your jaw falls as you look at the thousands of bills stacked on top of each other, rubber bands holding equal stacks together, and you gawk at just how much money Chan won from one race.
After a minute of you staring at the money, Chan slams the case closed in your lap, locking it with one hand and tossing it in the backseat making you jump at how hasty he is.
You both sit there, Chan driving to god knows where in tense silence. You're holding your head in your hands as Chan shifted his gaze between you and the road.
It’s about fifteen minutes until you look up, surprised that he’s still driving and nowhere near home. It’s an emptier city, but Chan seems to know the area well.
“Chan, where are we?” You ask, but Chan gives no answer. Only driving a bit further before pulling into an alley between two old buildings. “Chan, I said -”
You were quickly by Chan yanking off his seatbelt and leaning over the center console to firmly grab your face and pull you into a rough kiss. It isn’t too rushed, but it’s not at all gentle. You’re caught by surprise at first, but couldn’t help melting into it. It’s almost instinct at this point to kiss him back, but you push him away after a moment. “What… What the fuck are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” Chan answers briefly before grabbing locks of your hair at the back of your head and pulling you into another kiss, his other hand creeping down to unbuckle your seatbelt, and you let it slam against the car as it flies off you.
“No, Chan… We need to talk,” You grumble out as you try to pull away, and he presses wet, sloppy kisses to the side of your mouth. His eyes are fluttered shut, and your’s are half lidded. You will admit, you love this. The kisses and how unnaturally aggressive Chan is being. But, you knew that you have to talk things out, or you’d never get to figure out how the hell things turned out like this, “Chan, I’m serious right now.”
“Then relax, baby,” Chan breathily whispers out, and your thighs squeeze together, “Let me make things up to you, okay? I’ll fuck you so good, baby.” He pulls away for a moment, and he stares at you with a teasing smirk, “Think of it as my apology, alright?”
“Chan, I’m… I’m - ah! Chan!” You gasp when Chan’s lips come in contact with the side of your neck. Your neck is already tilting to give him more room, despite trying pathetically to push him away. There’s no getting through to him anymore. You’ve passed the point of no return, and there’s not much you could get past him without slapping him again. And that didn’t seem like a very good idea to you. Your hand flies up to grip the back of his neck, the other loosely clutching the hem of his button up.
“You know that… ah… that we are going to talk about this at some point…” you groan out, and Chan only groans against your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. “You can’t get out of it like this…”
“Shut it, (Y/N),” Chan snaps, and your head falls back. Chan leans his seat back, aggressively grabbing you by the thighs to pull you over and sit on top of him. Straddling his waist despite it being such a tight environment. He pulls you down by the hoodie, into another kiss. You could feel how frustrated Chan is by the way he grips you tightly, as if you’re going to magically vanish, and by how he talks to you.
It’s rushed, too. Chan is impossibly quick to pull up your hoodie, his hot, sweaty hands creeping up your warm back, caressing it with a different, quick sense of gentleness. His lips connect with yours once again. His tongue already pressing against your lips. The quick, sloppy kiss all too lust filled. The erotic sounds coming from the both of you almost making you gloss over the fact that you should still be very mad at Chan. But, you just can’t find the need to pull away from him. You need to let off the steam, too.
You flush your body firm against him, one hand on his chest and the other by his head, holding onto the head of the seat for support. Breathing as slowly as you can through your nose to savor the air Chan so selfishly takes from you from the heated kiss. Your thoughts begin to vanish and your worry and concern for Chan’s life choices begin to falter for the time being. So immersed in the heated kiss to forget about it entirely. All your focus is now on Chan. You can tell how stressed he is, and the loving part of you wants to help him let off that steam. But, now, you’re in the same boat. So, he’s going to have to do so much for you as you’ve been doing for him.
Chan’s hands don’t bother to hesitate before they loop underneath your jeans, not caring to unbutton them as he tries his best to pull them off by himself. Because of how restricted you both are because of the size of the car, you had to do it yourself. You parted from the kiss and pressed your head against his shoulder to unbutton your jeans and pull them down as quickly as you could before throwing them in the back (along with your shoes and socks. You can already see how hard Chan’s gotten as his rough hands massage and knead your ass, only covered by the thin, black cloth keeping you at least somewhat covered. But, if this was like any other time, they’d be gone quicker than you’d imagine.
Your hands fly up again once your pants are thrown to the back, resting on either side of Chan’s head as he grips your hips, grinding your womanhood against his clothed hardon (you’re also clothed, but it’s so wet from your juices that it basically attaches itself to your skin). His head throws itself back, his eyes closing and a pleasure filled smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You press yourself against him, now propped up to be looming over him, sitting on him.
When you do press against him, his head snaps forward again, and his dark eyes glare up at you, “Don’t start getting proud, (Y/N). I’m gonna fucking break you.” His hand crawls up to grip your face in his hand. One of your hands weakly comes up to grip his wrist. His hand moving down to grip your throat, and your lips part blissfully as his fingers press into the sides of your neck, still allowing airflow through you. “Oh, fuck. You like being choked, huh? You like being choked like a slut don’t you?” You don’t answer, too nervous to and too caught up in the pleasure to actually let something other than a moan escape your lips.
“Talk to me, (Y/N). Use your fucking words,” Chan growls, and you swallow. The lump in your throat pressing painfully, yet blissfully against Chan’s hand.
“Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me…” You utter out his name, and Chan’s brow raises. But, he smirks nonetheless and lets go of your neck, and you let out a breath as he undoes his jeans and pulls them down to his feet. His hand palming his clothed cock briefly before pulling it out. His hard dick already leaking with precum.
“Condom…” You mutter, and Chan shakes his head. You look up to him with worry.
“Trust me, baby,” he mutters, and you sigh, leaning against him, pressing your body against his as Chan moves your panties out of the way before he aligns your throbbing cunt with his dick, and slowly pushing himself into you, raw. As his raw cock slowly becomes engulfed by your heat, Chan lets out low groans. Your face nuzzles into the side of his neck as Chan slowly guides you down until you’re sitting on his cock.
At first, he stays there like that. Not moving. You suspect it’s because the sane part of him wants you to get used to the feeling of his cock so deep in you without a condom, but Chan seems to keep you there for a few moments just for the sake of how good it feels without a condom. The way his head is leaned back, his lips slightly ajar and his eyes fluttered shut.
But, it doesn’t last long before Chan’s strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you up and starts ramming into you. His hips move so quickly, yet so efficiently as he burns your wet walls. You erupt in a series of loud moans, mixtures of Chan’s name and curses spilling out, too. Chan groans sometimes, right next to your ear. The sound of skin slapping against the fabric of Chan’s boxers echoing through the air tight car.
Your pussy burns from how fast Chan thrusts into you, keeping you at a steady position so he could have an easier time ramming himself into you without the difficulty of it being such a confined and restrictive place in the car (especially in the driver’s seat). The burn is so good for you, though. It’s such a numbing, euphoric feeling that you’ll crave later. A type of burn you could never provide yourself, only Chan.
Chan’s hands go from gripping your body to sliding up your side to gripping your hair and yanking your head back so he could look at you. A judgemental, sexy smirk adorning his lips as he sees how fucked out you are. Your mouth open as you moan, and your half lidded eyes occasionally closing from the bliss.
“Fucking hell… you’re so good for me, (Y/N). You take my cock so fucking well, don’t you?” You let out a choked moan as Chan’s hand grips harder on your hair, craning your neck. “Mmm… Baby girl can’t even talk to me… I know I said to shut it…” he laughs darkly through his moans, and your moans get louder when Chan lets go of your hair, letting your face fall back onto his shoulder as his hands grip your ass. Kneading them as he fucks himself into you. You clench helplessly around his cock.
“Oh… fuck, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You wanna cum around my cock, baby girl?” You nod frantically, your climax climbing up as you push your body back to meet with Chan’s aggressive thrusts. Your overstimulated cunt only being destroyed by Chan’s cock as he thrusts harder into you, his hips staggering slightly as you clench around him. “Mmm! - Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.” Chan growls out as his hand grips your face again, forcing your head up as your eyes roll into the back of your head, a loud string of moans escaping your lips as you cum all over Chan’s cock, and he pulls out just quick enough to spurt out a string of cum along your ass.
He lets go of your face, and you breath heavily as you rest your head on Chan’s chest, closing your eyes to catch your breath. A burning sensation still resting in your core as you relax, your womanhood’s muscles contracting every now and then from the orgasm.
Chan cleans you both up with a napkin he had in the center console and helped you put your jeans back on (deciding to toss your soiled panties) and he slipped his jeans back on silently. It’s not until you’re sitting on his lap, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat when he speaks.
“You know I love you so much, right?” Chan mumbles out, and you look up to him. “I was so mean to you today… when you must’ve been so confused.” His head falls back, and he looks out the window with a longing look in his eyes, “I’m the worst boyfriend in the world, aren’t I?”
“No, you’re not. Don’t even think things like that. Yes, I am still a bit upset, but you know what? We’re going to get past this because I love you, too, Channie.” You stare at him with an adoring expression adorning your sparkling eyes (trying to ignore the burning in your core).
“You… You want to know the real reason I’m a street racer, (Y/N)? Why the fuck I'm doing this?” Chan asks softly, his hand stroking your hair.
“If you could… I’ve been asking all day,” you chuckle softly, and Chan smiles bitterly.
“Well… I… I’m doing this all for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“No job will pay for the things I want to give you, (Y/N).” He turns over, reaching into the center console to pull out a black box, and your eyes widen as he opens it. You can’t see it, but you can barely see the sparkle of a something reflective. “I… I couldn’t pay for this myself. I knew I couldn’t. I hate how this is how I’m asking you… but, (Y/N), will you-”
“Oh my god, yes!”
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hello! I was wondering if I could request a kinda spicy kinda not spicy chat noir x reader fic? It can literally be about anything you want. Please and ty❤️❤️
AHHH I’M SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT I FINALLY WROTE IT !
Thank you for the submission anon! <333 i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope you enjoy it!
Ship: Chat Noir x Reader
Warnings! : SEMI-NSFW, all characters are aged up here!, swearing!
Tags: enemies to lovers?? ;))
“merde.”
That was the first word you hear that caused you to open your eyes.
Your head was hurting and your whole body ached.
You rubbed your eyes and sat up on the cold floor beneath you.
You saw Chat Noir sitting, slumped in front of you with his head resting back against the wall.
Great he was here too.
You guys didn’t really get along, mostly because he tried to flirt with you on the first day he saw you and you didn’t want to put up with his shit because you knew he did that to every girl he saw.
You both started growing pissy with each other since that day.
now you were stuck with him in this dark, humid room.
where were you guys?
most importantly what happened that got you both here?
you furrow your eyebrows as you try to recall what happened.
All you can remember was Ladybug giving you the bat miraculous to fight along side them again.
Then you went near the Louvre where the villain was and both you and Chat Noir made a run towards him.
that’s all you could remember.
“You’re finally awake.” You hear him croak.
You snap out of your thoughts and look at him.
His blond hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat and his chest was moving up and down with every deep break he took.
He looked hot.
wait, what no he didn’t why are you thinking that?
“what happened?” You ask him.
You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him and your body felt warm. Too warm.
“the villain knocked us out with his power and Lady locked us up in this room until she changes everything back to normal.” He says and slides a note to you.
You grab the note and begin to read it.
Hi guys.
You were both hit by the villain and got knocked out.
I had to put you both in this room and lock you in here until I change everything.
Don’t worry Rena is here to help me.
Whatever you do, don’t give in to certain thoughts and fight against urges.
-Ladybug.
You furrow your eyebrows.
fight against urges?
What power did this villain have?
“I don’t know why she’s keeping us locked in here, I mean, I’m awake now so everything must be fine,right?” You say as you get up from the floor and walk to the door.
You feel a hand grab yours and turn around to see Chat Noir in front of you.
His cheeks were a deep crimson colour.
“Not so fast, bat.” He whispers. “His power wasn’t just to knock us out.” He says.
You look down, your eyes fixated on his body. Your body starts burning you.
why the fuck was it so hot in there?
“T-Then what is it?” You ask, looking up at him again and noticing how big his pupils have become.
“Hawkmoth gave him to power to make people uncontrollably aroused.” He states, looking down at your lips.
oh.
This is what ladybug meant by fighting your urges.
You instantly pull back from him and scoff.
“as if, I’d ever be aroused at the sight of you.” You say and cross your arms over your chest, turning around and giving your back to him.
You were lying, you knew that every time you looked at him you could feel your body burning and aching for his touch.
You gulp and sit back down where you were, trying your best not to look at him.
“Yeah because it’s not like you want to rip all my clothes off and suck me dry whenever you look at me, it’s just cause you hate me right?” He says, chuckling dryly.
You instantly feel your cheeks heat up at his words and your legs close together.
fight the urge.
fight the urge.
fight the urge.
that’s what you kept telling yourself but god you needed some type of release so bad.
“What is it now, Chat got your tongue?” You hear him whisper in your ear and your head instantly turns to face him.
How did he get there?
Your faces were inches apart.
Your lips were both parted, your cheeks both red and your breathing increased with every passing second that you stared down at his pink lips.
They were a deep shade of pink, mostly because he was biting them so much because of the frustration.
You look down at his body again, the bulge in his suit was evident and it made you rub your thighs together even more.
You knew he wanted it as bad as you.
But why him?
You hoped that when Ladybug reverted the damage done by the villain, you wouldn’t remember this at all.
But maybe the attraction to him was always there.
But you never wanted it this bad before in your life.
Fucking akuma.
Your body moves without you realizing and you end up straddling him, catching him off guard.
His hands move to your thighs for support and you swear that it took everything you had in you to repress the moan you wanted to let out simply because he touched your body.
“Shut up, kitty.” You say, your noses touching and your hand running through his hair.
You felt vibrations emerging from his chest as he rolled his eyes back.
He was purring.
Holy shit. You wanted to remember this moment just to be able to tease him afterwards.
You couldn’t take it anymore.
This stupid teasing.
Ladybug’s voice started speaking in the back of your head.
Don’t give in to certain thoughts.
It’s your fault for locking us up In here together Ladybug so, fuck you.
You move closer to his face and lick his lips gently and slowly.
You feel his grip on your thighs tighten.
“Holy shit, we can’t do this.” He breathes out while you start kissing down his jaw.
“why not kitty?” you mumble against his skin.
“Because I don’t think I want to forget it.”
“Maybe we wont.” You whisper and look up at him with half lidded eyes.
And with that, he crashes his lips onto yours.
It was pure bliss.
Just what you needed. Just what your body was aching for.
Okay, maybe your body did want more but this was something that gave you that hint of satisfaction.
Your lips moved in sync and your hands wouldn’t stop running through his hair.
Your bodies started moving together, both eager to get any type of friction, any type of satisfaction.
God you needed him so bad that it was painful.
The room was filled with lewd noises you made while you kissed and small grunts and moans that escaped your lips.
You wanted more and at this point you couldn’t think straight anymore.
A hand moved from his hair down to his shoulder. You gripped it a bit for support before making your way to the bell on his neck.
You fiddled with his bell before you noticed something behind it.
A zipper.
Jackpot.
You felt his teeth bite your lower lip and you let out a soft whimper.
You gripped the zipper and began to slowly pull it down.
You froze when you felt a gust of wind overcome you.
A surge of pain went through your head and you shut your eyes.
you opened your eyes again and realized that you were on top of Chat Noir.
What the fuck?
You fell on your ass and rubbed your head.
“What the hell happened?” He asks scratching his head.
You were about to respond until you hear footsteps and the door unlocking to reveal Ladybug and Rena Rouge
“Are you guys ok-“ She stops and looks at both of you, her eyes wide.
You furrow your eyebrows and look at Chat who has his hair disheveled and his lips red.
Little red marks were peppered from his jaw, down to his neck and then it hit you like a truck.
Holy shit.
“Oh my god do you think they-?” Rena didn’t finish her sentence and started chuckling.
“we what?” Chat asked, confusion filling his voice.
Ladybug shook her head and laughed nervously.
“Nothing, the villain knocked both of you guys out and we put you here for your safety.” She says and grabs the sticky note from the floor, crumbling it in her hand.
“You guys don’t remember anything right?” Rena asks, smirking.
Chat shakes his head and gets up.
But you did remember everything.
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