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itoshiexx · 8 months

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can i dance with your s/o?

how the blue lock boys react when someone asks to dance with you.

pairings: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, reo mikage x fem!reader (separate) | warnings: jealousy, slight possessiveness, overall fluff, teeny bit suggestive on sae's

notes: hi guys! i wasn't planing on posting anything since i haven't been able to write (studying for the bar and all), but since i reached 300 followers, i thought maybe i could post this lil thing that was in my drafts for a long time lol it's quite different from what i usually do but i hope y'all like it! and tysm for 300!! <3

Itoshi Rin

the lights of the room flickered around the sparkles in your long dress and practically made you glow. the piece of clothing was beautiful — an italian design rin bought for you specially for that night, where you would accompany him to a charity event. there were hundreds of football players like him in the venue, but rin’s sight could only focus on you.

a song was playing softly in the background, and he admired you from afar, sitting in the bar along with some of his teammates while you chatted with their girlfriends, who became your friends pretty quickly. that was just how you were, always easy going and approachable, very unlike him. it was easy to be drawn to you like you were the sun, and rin was more than happy to be in your orbit.

then, the song changed to a slow paced tune, and he saw your beautiful eyes turn to him and sparkle just as much as your dress — if not more. the girls you were chatting with came towards their respective boyfriends, but you remained there, just staring, as if knowing it was a lost cause.

itoshi rin didn’t like to dance.

and while he was distracted by your orbs, someone decided to talk.

“can i dance with your girlfriend?”

the voice sent chills down his spine, and rin turned to the owner with a harsh glare, scrutinizing the image of none other than itoshi sae. they still had a pretty fucked up relationship, even after rin went pro, and he was not happy to hear what he just heard.

“what the fuck did you say?” his tone came out slowly, a veiled threat.

sae didn’t even blink. “i asked to dance with your girlfriend. you are certainly not doing it, and since i didn’t come with anyone, it would be rude to leave her there. haven’t you learned shit, rin?”

a vein nearly popped in his forehead. it was already bad enough to hear the condescending tone in sae’s voice, but implying he could take better care of you than him? no, that wouldn’t do.

“fuck off, you shitty brother. don’t come near her.”

he stormed off to the dance floor, leaving his shitty brother and his knowing smirk behind, immediately going to your figure. he could tell you were confused, but gave you no time to ask, taking your soft hand in his and dragging you to where the other couples were dancing.

both of his hands found home in your waist, just like he always found home in you. your arms laced his neck by pure reflex, considering you were still very much confused with your boyfriend’s attitude.

“what happened?”

rin played dumb. “hm? what do you mean? i’m just dancing with my girlfriend.” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

it really wasn’t. not when you smiled at him like that.

sure, itoshi rin didn’t like to dance. but he loved you, and if dancing would make you happy and keep you away from his shitty brother, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Itoshi Sae

parties were not really sae’s thing. he wasn’t one to socialize with his teammates, and he didn’t feel the need to talk to sponsors or to the media, considering he had a manager to do that. so how he got caught up in one was a true mystery.

sure, playing for the U-20 national team could be a big deal for a lot of people, but not for sae. he hated japan and all its weak players, and the only reason he agreed to play in the first place was to see project Blue Lock firsthand. he definitely did not sign for a party.

though he supposed he could endure it if you were there.

the dance floor was crowded, and a pop hit was blasting through the speakers. you were with sae on the bar just a minute ago, but your already tipsy self exclaimed to love this song and the need to dance it, so that’s what you were doing. and fuck, what a sight you were.

your skimpy dress hugged your body in all the right places, marking the curve of your ass. every time you moved in sync with the beat, swaying your hips, he could feel his breath hitch in his throat, always eager for what was under the fabric. you were breathtaking, and his.

“hey, genius boy!”

sae grunted when his eyes were forced to leave your frame, and he was not pleased to find oliver aiku by his side, portraying his signature toothy grin. his only acknowledgement was a hum, hoping oliver would take a hint and leave him the fuck alone.

“nice night, huh?”

sae sighed. apparently, he can’t take a hint.

“sure,” was all he said, turning his eyes back to you. you were still having fun by dancing like there was no tomorrow, and for a moment, sae wanted to smile from the way you were so carefree. he didn’t, though. but maybe something in his stoic demeanor cracked by looking at you, because the guy next to him spoke up.

“whatcha looking at?” oliver followed his sight before sae could fool him, and he felt anger rising when spotting a glimpse of desire in the heterochromatic eyes of his teammate. “oh, wow. what a babe.”

sae narrowed his eyes with an impossibly harsh glare that could make anyone cower. oliver didn’t. “she’s my girlfriend, so back the fuck off.”

“oh! can i dance with your girlfriend? she seems lonely.” the player smirked, seemingly enjoying to tease sae.

“look,” the older itoshi started, unamused. “you should probably know by now that i don’t tolerate bullshit. especially when it comes to her.”

oliver cocked his brow. sae continued, “so if you wanna have a slight chance to win against Blue Lock and not lose your shitty spot in the U-20 team, don’t fucking test me.”

finally, the player raised his hands in surrender, leaving without saying another word. chugging down the rest of his drink, sae made his way towards you, gluing his body behind yours and securing you close with a hand on your waist.

“hey, baby,” he mumbled in your ear. “wanna get out of here?”

Mikage Reo

being the heir of a billionaire corporation was no easy task. although there were some good parts in it, such as the money to do whatever one pleased, reo mostly dreaded everything related to his position. of course, this included the galas thrown by his family.

these galas were always full of snobby CEO’s and their heirs, trying to secure their spot in the light by arranging a marriage with the Mikage’s son. this part, at least, was solved when reo finally got married to you, and of course enduring hours of these boring parties became a hundred times better with you by his side.

however, he couldn’t say he was exactly pleased with the way all eyes were on you every time you put on some high couture outfit. you were stunning — reo knew that much, and he always boasted to anyone who could hear about it —, but he couldn’t help the spark of possessiveness that always ignited inside his chest whenever someone else stated this fact.

such as the old man talking to him.

“your wife is truly beautiful, mikage. a hidden gem.”

reo could feel his anger rising, jealousy and overprotectiveness becoming one. but he remained calm on the outside, a smiley façade that could effortlessly fool those around him. he couldn’t be rude, considering this geezer was one of the main investors of the mikage corporation.

“indeed, she is,” he answered through his teeth. the man didn’t seem to notice his gleaming eyes that could very much be homicidal.

“how long have you been married again?”

“two years.” he took a sip of the champagne glass in his hands. the liquid went down his throat with a burning sensation that made him momentarily forget about the searing rage in the pit of his stomach.

“oh, to be young again. i wish i could go back and enjoy my youth a little more,” the investor laughed, and reo had to force himself to do the same. his eyes, however, didn’t leave your frame.

you were graciously talking with three women of high society, distributing kind smiles as if they weren’t as precious as the diamonds in your neck, if not more. reo was well aware that none of the people on that gala deserved the goodness of your heart, but you couldn’t help but be sympathetic towards everyone. maybe that was why you were so adored. he knew for certain it was one of the reasons he loved you so much.

“do you mind if i dance one song with her?”

fuck. that man was still there.

“sure,” albeit hesitantly, reo agreed with a forced smile, watching as the investor walked up to you and bowed to ask for a dance. with your usual gentleness, you agreed, taking his hand and going to the middle of the ballroom for a waltz. the mikage could only watch your ethereal form glowing under the candelabrum, eyes softening with the way you were so carefree.

he was glad to have your purity in such a corrupted world.

when the song ended, reo wasted no time in coming to you and taking your hand from the man with a gentlemanly gesture that made you smile. you bid farewell to the investor with a small courtesy, your hand finding your husband’s easily.

“hey, beautiful.”

“hey, handsome,” you whispered, eyes sparkling. “you were totally holding yourself back, weren’t you?”

you both laughed at the way you could read him so easily. though reo didn’t mind.

“hell, yes. i was dying to drag you back to my arms.”

it was where you belonged, anyway.

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sarawritestories · 3 months

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can I request an Az x reader fic with lots of hurt/comfort vibes? maybe they are out on the town and they run into the readers ex who was not very nice to her and she gets scared and az goes into protective mode? thanks thanks thanks!!

My Wife. My Mate. My World

Azriel X Plus Size F Reader

A/N: Thank you for this request! This just felt fitting to have as a plus size reader I hope that's okay! This is also my first time writing for Az and I hope I did him justice for you!

Summary: Azriel and You are in your home Court of the Summer Court. When you run into your ex, the confidence you spent a long time building was shredded and your Mate was more than happy to remind you how amazing you were.

Content Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, Depictions of verbal abuse and slight (Briefly), slight fat shaming, low self esteem, fluffy ending

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Word Count: 2.6k words

It was a beautiful day in your home court, Summer Court, your hair was up in a curly bun and a loose cobalt dress that had a crisscross design on the front and two high slits. The dress accentuated your curves and was one of your favorites. You didn’t bother with jewelry as shadows were always swirling around your arms and in the blazing summer heat their cool touch was a welcome reprieve. A Hand wrapped around your waist as you walked through the beach, “I love you, in Night Court attire, but you are a goddess in Summer Court dresses.” Azriel whispered causing you to giggle.

“Azriel, you have said that when we are in every other court except for the Spring Court, and you also say that I am a goddess with no clothes on at all.” I tuck myself into his side, “I’m beginning to think I could wear garbage and you would call me a goddess.”

Azriel kissed the top of your head. “You would make quite divine garbage, Angel.” You rolled your eyes and elbowed him though he was quick and gripped your arm spinning you around while simultaneously taking your legs out from under you with his own. The next thing you knew your back was pressed against the warm sand and the shadowsinger was on top of you pinning your arms above your head with one hand. His wings flared up to block the sun rays, so you weren’t squinting. He had a playful smirk on his face, “Violence is never the answer, my love.” There was a twinkle in his eye as his face lowered to yours.

“Says one of the most feared spymaster and warrior in all of Prythian.” You murmured before his lips were on yours. The kiss makes your toes curl but every kiss he gives you has that effect ever since your first date, it only intensified when the mating bond snapped for both of you. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, and you moaned and arched your back yearning for more friction. He pulled away causing you to groan in protest. He chuckled and pushed off you standing and dusting the sand off his knees. You glared at him, “You’re cruel, Shadowsinger,” he laughed and held out his hand, you grasped it the scars bringing comfort on your skin.

Azriel lifted you up and gripped your waist bringing you close kissing your nose, “Listen I’m not trying to get a bloodstone because of public nudity. Rhys would kill us both.” His hand grazed down to your plump ass and squeezed, “When we get home though,” he continued to grope and, in a flash, slapped your tender flesh causing you to gasp as his lips grazed the shell of your ear, “I will happily show you how cruel I can be.”

You could feel the heat rise from your neck to your cheeks, “Is that a promise?”

He was about to respond when a familiar voice rang in your ears, “Y/N? Is that you?” Your body stilled and shadows swirled around my body anxious from the shift. You turned and were met with a familiar set of eyes. The male was in the Summer Court army uniform his gold skin compliment

You pulled away from Azriel and he let you to fully face your ex, “Micah, what a pleasant surprise.” You gave him a grin, but Azriel as he moved to your side his wings tucked in tightly.

Micah gave you a tight lip smile, “For sure, I heard you were in the throws of the Night Court.” He looked over to where your mate his cold assessing gaze. Azriel’s relaxed demeaner shifted, he widened his legs, crossed his arms and made sure that one wing curved around you.

Micah opened his mouth and with a familiar glint in his eye you gripped Azriel’s arm. “Where are my manners? Micah, this is Azriel, my mate. Az, this is Micah, an old friend of mine.” Rage flared briefly in his gaze at your choice of words. “Darling, could you give us a minute?” you looked over at my mate, who’s hazel eyes met yours his brow quirked, “Just going to catch up, I’ll meet you at the café, okay?” Azriel met Micah’s gaze who puffed his chest out and you rolled your eyes.

Azriel pressed his lips to your forehead. “You sure?” he whispered, you gave him a nod and he gripped your face in your hands, and he crushed his lips to yours letting the kiss linger for a minute longer, and with a wary glance over the other male, he made a few stepped backs and took to the skies. A cool shadow still swirled around your wrist sliding up your arm and around your neck.

Micah held out an arm and I slipped my hand through his I felt his hand instantly flexed. “So, you fuck vermin now?” I scowled at him, and he laughed and continued, “You really had to scrape the bottom of the barrel, huh?”

You gritted my teeth, “Watch your fucking mouth, Micah,” trying to focus on your feet sinking into the sand.

Micah proceeded, “Why did you leave, Y/N?” He feigned sadness and you saw right through it. “We were so good together.” He took a moment to look me up and down, “Though you, don’t look nearly as radiant as you did when you were sinking into my cock.” His arm moved and snaked around my waist, his hand gripped the flesh and my body tensed. “They clearly do not treat you the way you deserved. With discipline.” I didn’t even notice my shadow fleeing.

You closed your eyes and tried block out his words, but you were sent back to that time before the Night Court took you in.

“Get out of my house,” Micah gritted out. The blonde soldier in his bed scrambled to get clothes on as the male placed his arms behind his head arrogance seeping out of his pores as the female fled and bumped into you fleeing the house you shared. “Enjoy the show, Princess.”

You wanted to be heartbroken by this, but you had suspected him of being unfaithful. I crossed my arms and leaned on the door frame, “How long?”

He snorted and decided to rise from the bed, “Does it matter? You’re not going to leave.”

Anger began to bubble up, “Oh really? Why is that?”

Micah approached with predatory grace and gripped my chin tightly. “Because I’m the only one who will give you the time of day. I mean you and I both know you’re plain looking,” He looked down at my body, “Your body is subpar, and you are lucky that I put up with you.” He pressed his thumb that smelled of the female he was with on my bottom lip and propped my mouth open. I knew what he wanted me to do. “You going to be a good girl or are we going to need to punish you.” I closed my mouth over his thumb and sucked, tears did fall of humiliation. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, “So here is what’s going to happen, you are going to be my pretty little doll for all events, and we’ll go on dates, and I will fuck anyone in our shared bed I please.”

A hand patting my cheek brought me back to the present, “Ah, good you’re back.” Micah smirked. “Were you thinking about me, Princess.” Uncomfort began to settle in my bones, and I sent that feeling down the bond as Micah pinned me against his chest.

With a thud and a cloud of sand blue siphons radiated through the smoke. Emerging from the cloud Azriel’s shadows swirled around and ready to attack. Rage filled those hazel eyes of his. “Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her. Now.” His voice was ethereal the shadows giving it a haunting cadence and it entranced you.

Micah only tightened his grip on the order, and you yelped Azriel snarled. “Well look at that, Y/N you found someone who would be willing to kill, for your mediocrity.” You flinched as you met the shadowsinger’s eyes. His Hazel irises softened as he watched the verbal blow land. Though in a flash they steeled into calm rage as shadows leaked from his body and wrapped around you again bringing comfort.

Micah ignored the lethal man in front of him, “I mean maybe your Cunt is not so medio-“Azriel’s fist collided with the male’s face and he released his gripped on you. You wrapped your arms around Azriel’s neck and inhaled his scent.

“I got here as quickly as I could,” The High Lord of the Summer Court’s voice broke through the chaos on the beach. “Y/N, are you okay?” You turned to face him, Azriel’s hand splayed across your stomach soft circles rubbing my stomach.

“I’m fine, Asshole never knew when to shut up.” You muttered, your brows furrowed, “How did you know?”

“Azriel’s shadows alerted us something was wrong with one of our Soldiers and a member of a different court.”

You leaned into Azriel’s chest his hand holding you protectively, your head resting at his shoulder, “You never went to the café did you,” his shadows sputtered around me as if trying to confirm my theory.

He pressed his lips on your hair line, “The shadows that love you so much didn’t trust him, so I didn’t go far.” He looked at Tarquin, “Will he be taken care of?”

Tarquin nodded, “Yes he will, we don’t take lightly to our soldiers manhandling civilians, especially when they hail from a different Court.” He looked at you, “I know this was once your home, I always want you to feel welcome here. I’m so sorry for Micah’s behavior.”

You crossed my arms around my body, “Micah has always been like that, but I appreciate you handling this for me.”

Tarquin nodded and walked to the other sentries that were hauling a knocked-out Micah away.

Azriel nuzzled his nose in your neck taking in your scent, “Would you like to go home?” He whispered.

You closed my eyes, “Please.” Azriel pressed his lips to your neck and shadows erupted around the two of you and then you were in our town home that you built after you had your mating ceremony.

You pulled away from your mate and gave him a tight smile, “I’m going to hop in the bath get the sand out.”

Azriel smiled, “Want me to join you, worship you like the goddess you are.”

You shook your head, “Sorry, my love, I’m not in the mood.” You cupped his face and gave his free cheek a kiss.

He furrowed his brow and watched as you walked to your shared room and went into the bathroom. In a few moments’ time you were in the bathtub and thinking back to everything Micah had said.

Your body is subpar, and you are lucky that I put up with you.

Did Azriel feel that way?

You’re plain looking.

Azriel always said you were his goddess, was he lying. Micah always lied and told me how beautiful I was.

Hours went by and you barely moved out of the bath and there was a soft knock on the door, Azriel poked his head in as you were staring at your knees. “Angel.” The spymaster walked into the room, closing the door behind him, and leaned against it. “You’ve been in here for hours.” You met his gaze, and he inhaled sharply as he felt worthlessness down the bond. In only a few strides he was by your side and gripping your hand, “Talk to me.”

Tears began to resurface as you faced your mate, “I’m sorry, Az.”

Azriel’s brows furrowed. “For what?” He was stroking the top of your hand with his thumb.

“For not being a good enough mate for you.” Azriel’s eyes flashed with pain but were gone in an instant. “You deserve someone better than me.” Tears were falling down your face and your breathing began to quicken, “I’m not worth-“

Azriel gripped the back of your neck and pressed your forehead against his and your eyes fluttered closed. “Shhh, enough of that.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead that was so tender, and he sent love down the bond like a caress on your soul. “Let’s get you clean up.” Azriel grabbed soap and a rag and began washing your body and massaging your hair. He was whispering sweet little nothings in your ear as he cleaned the sand and dirt from the day.

When he was done, he helped you out of the tub and wrapped you in a towel, his shadows bringing in your favorite nightgown that was the same blue as Azriel’s siphons. “Arms up.” You lifted your arms, tears still flowing down your cheeks.

Once the nightgown hugs your skin you wrap your arms around yourself, and the cool touch of the shadows yank my arms apart and your brows furrowed. “They don’t like you hiding,” His hands met yours and the comfort of his scars kissing your skin the shadows slithering between both of your hands. “I don’t like it either.”

He led you to your shared bedroom and led you to the full-length mirror. His shadows swirling around your neck and through your hair giving you some light kisses. He rubbed the top of your arms and left soft kisses on your bare shoulder. His hazel eyes met yours in the mirror, “Tell me, Angel, what do you see?”

You took a deep shaky breath, “I see me.” He casts a look toward you, causing you to bite your lip. “I see a plain, large woman who isn’t a warrior like Feyre or Nesta, Or beautiful like Gwyn or Elain.”

Azriel wrapped his arms around your torso, his fingers digging into your soft skin and gave your shoulder a soft bite, eliciting a moan from you. “You want to know what I see?” I nod and he presses you closer to his chest and sways back and forth as he looks at your reflection. “I see a strong female, that fought and lived though a war. I see a kindhearted female, who took it upon herself to make her best friend’s mate comfortable just so she didn’t feel alone,” You smile thinking of the first time you met Ferye. “I see a loving female, who saw the mangled hands of a broken male and decided to kiss every scare telling him that you want to place good memories on those scars to erase the bad ones.”

Your hand founds his and gave him a squeeze as tears streamed down before he turned you around to face him, he tucked the wet strands of hair behind your ear, “I see a female, who is powerful because she was brave enough to leave an abusive situation with someone who did not appreciate or respect all the amazing things, I adore about you.” He wiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed you passionately for a moment and when he pulls away, he keeps your face close to his. “I love you, Y/N. Your smile almost made me fall to my knees in praise.” You laughed and you could see his eyes light up at the sound. “My Wife, My Mate, my world, is anything but mediocre. You are amazing and I thank the Cauldron everyday that it brought you to me.” He kissed your nose, “My beautiful.” A kiss to my lips, “Kind,” Another kiss, “Passionate,” another kiss, “Sexy,” he growled, and I smiled, “Mate.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love you, Az.” You kissed his lips and Azriel’s hands slid down to grip your plump ass, “Now I do recall you saying something about worshiping me-“ You couldn’t finish your statement before Azriel scooped you in his arms and put you to your bed and spent all night showing you just how amazing he thought you were.

#azriel spymaster #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #acotar fanfiction #cassian x reader #azriel #rhysand acotar #rhysand x reader #batboys #inner circle

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43qh · 2 months

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your writing is so lovely, I’m a writer myself but don’t think i’m that good but i wanna see you write quinn dating a very girly reader like one who loves pinks & purples, dresses, being dolled up sometimes, has an interest in vintage designer items or even has hints of pinks all around in her apartment. i could not stop thinking about what he would gift her if he would spot stuff in window shops on one of his days off that screams you all over it. like him buying it with a nice stain pink ribbon for your anniversary ugh i’m in awe thinking about it this past week 😩

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 641 (sorry it’s so short !)

warnings: none! just quinn thinking of reader and being sweet

quinn observes you, looking at the pink skirt that dangles off your waist that is perfectly paired with a white shirt. you looked gorgeous. he felt out of place as he sat on the edge of your bed, wearing all black. quinn knew you liked bright colors, wore them often and your room was decorated like a fairytale.

he hums to himself as he watches you finish up your look, making you turn around at the sound. “do you like it?”

quinn smiles softly, “yeah, of course i do.”

you feel your body heat up at the genuine compliment, trying your best not to look nervous in front of him. he urges you to come towards him with a nod of his head. you follow, walking and standing between his legs. his hands trace along your bare thighs, looking up at you with love. you shiver at the touch, smiling down at him.

“i got you something,” he mumbles, looking at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

you pout, “you didn’t have to.”

he shakes his head, “wanted to.”

you watch as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a delicate box. you frown, seeing a designer name on it. he knew you loved things like this, but you knew it had to have been expensive. it wasn’t like quinn cared, though. as long as you were happy. spoiled and happy.

“open it,” he encourages, handing you the box.

you slowly open it, eyeing him for just a few moments before seeing what was inside. it’s a gorgeous heart necklace, a beautiful pink as it shines brightly in your room. your gasp and the smile on your face makes it all worth it to quinn. he had window shopped for hours before coming upon that gift. he always likes getting you something nice, something you can remember him by.

“put it on me?” you smile, turning around. quinn stands from his sitting position, taking the necklace out of your hands and clasping it together.

you reach a hand up, feeling the jewelry between your fingers and sighing. “thank you, quinn. i love it so much.”

quinn kisses you softly, “i’m glad you do, sweetheart. you look gorgeous in it.” he eyes the necklace around your neck, proud of his own gift as it matches the outfit you currently wear.

quinn never thought he would end up with someone who dressed the opposite to him, had an aura the opposite to him. but he did, and he didn’t find any flaws about it. you were his girl. the girl who loved to dress up, wear all these pretty clothes, show it off for him.

and damn, did he feel lucky.

quinn pulls one last thing out of his pocket, surprising you again. it’s another box. you eye him suspiciously, but don’t hesitate to open it. it’s a gorgeous satin ribbon, one for your hair. it’s a light pink, making you smile and bite your bottom lip.

“why am i being spoiled?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him. “i know it’s our anniversary but you didn’t need to-”

“because i love you.” he blurts out, looking you in the eye and putting a pause on your sentence, “i love you so much, and every time i’m out, i think of you. i think about the things you would and wouldn’t like. i think about putting these things on you and watching you flaunt.”

you smile up at him, tears starting to form quietly, “i love you so much, quinn.”

he dips down for a kiss, feeling how soft and pillowy your lips are. and it’s nothing short of sweet, nothing you aren’t familiar with but something you can’t get used to. it causes your knees to almost buckle below you, feeling him smile against your lips.

you were quinn’s gorgeous girl.

#nhl #quinn hughes #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes scenario #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #nhl fluff

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norrisleclercf1 · 4 months

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Who Runs the World? You Do

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Mafia!Reader

Rating: R

Words: 2.0K

Warnings: Oral (f reciving) blood, violence, etc. Angst, fluff, Reader is the dom in this relationship and spoils Pierre

Requested: Yes/No

Request: What about kingpin mafia!reader x sugarbaby!Pierre? She’s just running an entire crime syndicate while spoiling her trophy husband Pierre. I think it be fun if he was still a f1 driver and all his fans think that she’s just a very introverted mysterious stay at home wife because they don’t know she’s actually a criminal. His fans think that Pierre is paying for all their expensive clothes houses cars etc because they think she’s unemployed but really she’s this terrifying international criminal that loves buying her husband pretty things. I’m to excited about this to come up with any proper plot points right now so I’ll leave you with this concept in case you have any cool ideas for it

Synopsis: Married to an F1 Driver isn't easy, but neither is running the largest crime organization.

French terms to know: Yeux bleus (blue eyes), Péché (Sin)

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve/Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays/ and Yule to those who celebrate! This is a yule gift to @chrysanthemonza now they can't bother me for it anymore! Love you bby!!!!!

Water cascades down your back, working to release the muscle tension. Groaning, you let the water burn your skin, trying to wash away the day's activities. Since you needed to be with your husband.

It was easy to sneak past him as he laid out in bed, the cold French air licking your skin. He's gorgeous when he's asleep. The way his cross necklace sits on his chest, hating how you love the chest hairs curling around it. Dirty blonde hair, the color of wet sand, plastered to his forehead. His skin, kissed by the sun, is rippled with muscle due to his job.

You knew he was asleep naked, the way the cover was showing off the happy trail and not stopping, his bare hip displayed. Everything in you screamed to just forget the shower and join him in bed. But, he wouldn't appreciate you ruining the expensive and handpicked Egyptian cotton sheets. Everything in your villa was handpicked and designed by him. He took pride in the home the two of you had built, hating when you dragged work through it.

So, the shower had won to save from your husband's gripping and pouting. A pressure at your back has you whipping around, placing an antique shaving razor on the person's carotid. "Move, and you're fucking dead." You hiss. "Péché." A groggy French accent has you moving the weapon quickly. "Oh, oh my Yeux bleus. I'm so sorry." Terror and regret clenching your chest.

You'd just raised a weapon to the person you swore never to hurt, and his eyes softened. "Hey....it's okay. You didn't hurt me." Placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. "I heard the water running and figured it was you." Your husband whispers, reaching behind you and turning the water off. "Where'd you fly off to this time?" Pressing the shower door open, he grabs your towel, taking his time to dry you off. Placing whispers of kisses on your skin here and there.

"Shanghai. Had work and to acquire something for my Yeux bleus." You smile when he kisses the inside of your thigh, nipping at it. "You need to stop buying me stuff." Lashes fluttering, his nose bumping you. Fuck, his lips were so close to his goal that it was hard to concentrate on your words.

"So? I wanna spoil my baby. Pierre, you've earned it." Smirking as you watch his eyes dart back and forth from your pussy to your eyes. "I have?" You are no longer talking about the gift you've bought him. "Of course, you've been so good for me. Besides, I figured you could use a nice treat to help you throughout the race." Pierre chuckles, his tongue sticking out, flattens it.

Legs twitch when his tongue splits your lips apart, hand digging into those strands of hair. Moving his tongue from front to back, you whine, his teeth grazing your clit. Pulling away, lips already glistening from your juices, his tongue cleans them off, smirking.

"Come here." You gasp when Pierre scoops you up like nothing, pulling the towel off and heading to the bedroom. "What are you doing?" Laying you on your back, his eyes clear as day. How blue they were, you could drown in them. "If I'm going to eat my wife out, I will do it properly."

Sliding down, lips leaving burns on your skin from how feverish you burned. "And that means," He lifts both your legs, hooking them over his shoulders. "I'm going to have you shaking and leave you swollen and achy." Biting your lip, you hate the way he can take control from you.

"Okay." Pierre smiles, his head dips down, and a moan is torn from your throat, back arching. The sounds of his lips and tongue devouring you, your gasps and cries fill the still night. Pierre's hands hold your hips, feeling how you twist and arch, trying to escape. "Pierre....oh, right there." His teeth bite your clit gently, not enough to hurt but to send a wave of pleasure through you.

Pierre chuckles as he works his tongue carefully and is drawn out. Arching your back up, you whimper, pulling at his hair. "Fuck, mmm." You whimper as you feel that bundle of nerves crawl up your stomach and to your throat. "Come for me, my gorgeous girl." With one last nip, your muscles tighten as you come undone by his mouth, feeling your heart shudder to a stop.

Pierre slows down his tongue, pulling you down from your high slowly but delicately, almost like he'd hurt you if he went any faster. "Fuck, I think you deserve a treat." You tease; Pierre chuckles and moves up, devouring your mouth in a passionate kiss that has your toes curling. "A treat, you say," He whispers, pecking your lips as he lies down next to you, arms pulling you into his chest.

"Yes? I want to spoil you some more. How about you pick out a gorgeous mountain house during Christmas break? I'll buy it. Say, an anniversary gift?" Pierre mulls it over and blushes at the thought. "I'd like that." Lips curling up, you move so his head can rest on your chest. "Perfect, start looking so I can buy it and have the cash on hand."

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"She's scary," Yuki whispers as he watches you fix your deep wine-red lipstick. It was rare for you to be at a GP, and when you were, the others barely saw you. But Pierre had begged you, and with 2 orgasms later, here you were, sitting under the Italian sun.

"She's not scary, Yuki," Charles grumbles, but he doesn't even know his best friend's wife well. It was odd not knowing who Pierre was married to. Not knowing where they lived, Charles knew Pierre lavished you with rare gifts. "She is. I said hello, and she looked me up and down like she wanted to step or eat me." He whispered and hid behind Charles's back when your sunglass-covered eyes landed on them.

"Charles," Your accent drawls out his name, and the Ferrari driver stiffens as those lips curl into a cat-like smirk. "Mrs. Gasly." He curses himself for not remembering your name, but you seem content with his reply. "Good luck today," Is all you say as you stand, towering over him almost in your heels as you walk off. Not before two men stroll past and join you at your hip.

"Yeux bleus?" You call out sweetly, looking for your husband. You find him with some reporters and stop short. Cursing, you throw on your sunglasses, hoping they don't catch any pictures of you. The last thing you needed was for the Italian Mafia to see you here. Stepping back, you notice that Pierre smiles at you gently and moves to cover your form.

"We just heard you purchased a new house in the Swiss Alps. Gift for that wife of yours?" You tense at the question, hearing the venom and condescension in the reporter's voice. You wanted to rip his throat out for speaking to him like that. Pierre just smiles brightly and nods. "Yeah, it's an anniversary gift. We're delighted and can't wait to spend our holiday there." Pierre smiles brightly, and it hurts your heart.

You sometimes wished he had married someone else. Someone could stand in the sun next to him instead of constantly hiding in the shadows. Pierre never cared. Honestly, he knew somewhat of what you did and the reason for you hiding, but beyond that, he didn't press. "Yes, but we know you're an F1 driver, but she's unemployed. How could you afford that house?" The reporter pressed on, and you could see the slight waver in Pierre's smile.

"I work hard to spoil my wife. Do you have any questions about my racing now?" The reports raise their voices to get your husband's attention. Smiling, you drop it when you feel a presence join you. "Your Yeux bleus is quite good at handling the media. You, on the other hand. Have got some balls." The Southern Italian accent is vital in your ear and scuff at his bravery.

"Yes, I do have balls. They're much larger than yours and sitting on my chest." You spit back, rapid-fire Italian, as you turn to face the second in command to the Mafia. "Leave me the fuck alone; I'm here for pleasure, not business. " The man grunts and presses up against you. Without thinking, you move quick and shove a knife into his crotch and cover his mouth.

"Scream, I fucking dare you too." You seeth, hoping no one can hear you two. "Cunt," You twist the knife as he whimpers like a baby. "Tell your boss that if you ever, and I mean ever, come near me and my baby again, I'll take both your dicks." You quickly shove him off. Looking down at your outfit and hands, you curse and head for privacy. "Boss," One of your men runs up, but you shrug them off.

"Protect Pierre. I'm sure there might be more of them around. Tell him I'm just freshening up if he's looking for me. The heat is ruining my makeup or something like that." He nods his head and rushes to join your husband's side. Walking into the private bathroom, you sigh as you wash your hands, watching the blood come off. "Can't even be here without spilling some blood." You whisper, feeling that self-hatred blooms in your chest.

Pierre only ever asked one thing. Don't do work at his work. He could understand, but this time it was you who reacted when you could have easily just drugged the man instead of taking his jewels. "Mrs. Gasly, your husband is about to race." Sighing, you change into one of his shirts tucked into your pants and head out, sliding the thick sunglasses back on.

Pierre is seen arguing with the bodyguard as he tries to move the guard steps in front of him. "Yeux bleus?" Pierre relaxes upon hearing those words and quickly gathers you in his arms. "I couldn't find you, thought you left." He whimpers, and you hate that you give him this anxiety. Sometimes, he does wake, and you are gone, without a trace or word, and not back for days, even weeks.

"I'm still here, always." "Not always," It was a low jab, one probably deserved as he rested his cheek in the palm of your hand. "I know. Work keeps me busy." Pierre snorts but refuses to fight about this now. "Just promise me one thing?" He asks, you squint your eyes but nod.

"Anything," You mean that you'd give him the fucking sun if he asked. "Leave that world, come back to the light for me?" Your face drops, and you step back, shaking your head. "No, if I leave, I can't protect you. Go race, we'll talk later." Pierre's baby blue eyes turn to a dark and stormy grey. "Yeah, right," Biting your tongue, knowing if you were in the privacy of your home, you'd have him being a whimpering begging mess for your forgiveness.

Watching Pierre climb into the car, and soon the race starts, you stay back, watching as he works his way up the field and into a good position.

"Boss, sorry but," You sigh, holding up your hand, knowing what he was about to say would ruin this. "Where are we going?" The guy makes a noise and shows you the phone. A text in angry Estonian. "Fuckkkkk," You loved Estonia but now you'd want nothing more than to stay. But you couldn't.

"Alright, let's go home." Turning back, you nod to the guard that stays with Pierre. No words are needed as he'd explain everything to your husband for you. "We could always stay," Your guard whispers, and you see the silent plea for you to stay, knowing this would result in a huge fight later. "No, I have work. He understands." Walking to the car, you climb in, hearing the roar of the engines and the fading sound of the crowd.

"He'll understand," You say to no one, leaving it in the air as a silent pray. But Pierre wouldn't understand, not this time.

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Oh, please, I must know now… Donnie during mating season??? :D I’m loving ur writings about this :)

alright you thirsty purple fans, it’s time!

sidenote: i am. so glad. that people are enjoying these. they’re a lot of fun to write!

double sidenote: i have added a link to my masterpost to all my bayverse mating season headcanons! you can also find them here

sooooo donnie. he's a freak in the sheets, you cannot change my mind. so especially strong spicy warning for this one 🌶️

Donnie is extremely matter of fact about mating season. The first time he brings it up with you, he’s more nervous about your answer than he is shy about explaining what it entails. (You couldn’t hear the words, but you did hear him muttering to himself before he came up to ask you. You suspect it was a pep talk.) He is very thorough when explaining mating season in general and how it affects him in particular. You are grateful and also a little turned on by the time he’s done.

Before you were in the picture, Donnie used to work himself until his system overloaded and he passed out during this time. Now he finds himself working a lot less, because he has you to focus on. He appreciates that you make him spend more time on leisure and don’t let him overwork himself. He also appreciates that you do let him work at least a little when the desire hits. Getting to cuddle with you is a surefire way to get him to rest when he needs it though. As long as you’re nearby, he’s happy to do whatever.

Donnie is a talker in general, but it gets ramped up to 100 when it’s his season. Unless his mouth is busy doing… other things… it’s basically a 24/7 stream of consciousness fest. Mostly it’s about you. How much he loves you, what in particular he loves about you, how exactly he wants to make love to you. His morning star, his starlight, his celestial beauty. Sometimes, though, he’ll interrupt himself to talk about something that just occurred to him about one of his projects. It never fails to pull a laugh out of you and make him rub the back of his neck in (adorable) embarrassment.

He enjoys physical affection and often seeks it out from you, and this holds true during his season. He won’t whine or get grumpy if you don’t want to be touching him all the time (*cough* like his brothers will *cough*), but he does prefer if you’re in contact with him somehow. He enjoys watching movies with your head on his lap and your hand in his. He especially likes it when you're on top of him.

Donnie is used to just taking care of himself whenever necessary, AND he is used to handling delicate things during his season. So there is a lot of gentle manhandling when the time comes. You can't do anything particularly engaging because he will come up and interrupt you whenever to have sex. IF you are wearing clothes at all (not often), you cannot wear underwear or pants, at most a skirt. That way he can just lift it up and enter you whenever the urge hits. He is especially fond of doing this when you're sitting on his lap while he's working (... "daddy's little cockwarmer").

Having you around does not mean that all of his toys go unused, oh no. He is very considerate, and would rather resort to them when you're getting rest. (He got your permission to stare at you while you slept and he used his toys. So considerate.) He also came up with some new toys that the two of you can use together. Having toys custom designed for your pleasure? Well. It really adds to the experience of mating season.

He likes to take his time and study you. He is always coming to you with a new experience he wants to try. He does get a lot of pleasure out of trying new things, but he mostly just wants to know how you'll react. He is intimately familiar with your body and how it reacts, and he wants to see if those reactions hold true when different stimuli are applied. His prodigious brain is always working. He particularly likes when something catches you off guard and a surprised gasp comes out of your mouth.

Donnie is not overtly possessive, even in his season. But there is always one hickey very carefully placed somewhere noticeable that you can't cover easily. He knows just how much force to use to leave an imprint of his hands without hurting you more than you enjoy. And if he catches someone looking at you? You will probably be walking a little funny the next day. When he ties you up (he enjoys tying you up. a lot.), he'll take a minute to sit back and observe you, pleasuring himself to thoughts of how you belong to him the same way he belongs to you.

When his season is over, his favorite thing to do is cuddle with you while the both of you sleep it off. He won't leave the bed, not even to work, until he deems you fully rested. (He will work in bed while you sleep on his plastron though.) His second favorite thing to do is bathe you. He takes his time to make sure every inch of you is clean and cared for. It's a lot like going to a spa, because Donnie did a lot of research into spas so that he could replicate that experience for you. And if you give him a little pampering in return? You'll get to hear him chirp and churr in complete satisfaction.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

#bayverse donnie #bayverse donnie x reader #tmnt #talking tag #theory tag #mating season #*blows kiss to all the donnie fans out there*#couldn't be me #i definitely haven't spent the past three days thinking about his thighs. and his biceps. and his teeth. his tongue...#ANYWAY #special shoutout to yorshie's 'donnie's working music' playlist for making this a lot easier to write than it would have been otherwise lol #i really hope this was worth the wait i uh struggled a bit to focus on him and keep him in my head. the mikey brainrot is Really Strong #mr. fearless leader angsty boy is next that'll be fun

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chocolate rum cookies | jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x Reader

➝ nonidol!au // friends with benefits to ?? // fluff // ...slice of life? // angst if u squint

➝ word count: 3.5k~

➝warning: no smut scenes but there are mentions of sex and implications of it so minor dni!! mentions of alcohol, food, curses. very self indulgent bc i write this for my birthday hehe. this wonwoo made an appearance <3

➝A/N: hi. so this wasn't exactly... planned. i was just randomly sitting down with my google doc open and suddenly i finished writing... this in one day. gotta say that, when you do write for yourself, it is much easier to write and it's been quite some time since i'm actually happy with what i put out. but also just to put it out there, this fic is actually finished somewhere before february ended but i decided to post it for my birthday because i did start writing it with the thoughts 'i miss wonwoo' and 'i kinda wanna post smth on my bday' so. enjoy. i'm happy to say i'm content with how this one turns to be. here's to turning 25 lol

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You hear the door open, signalling Wonwoo’s arrival, and when you feel his presence nearby, you don’t even look up from your phone when you say, “No.”

Wonwoo smiles in amusement, irking an eyebrow as he settles next to you. “I haven’t said anything though?”

“You’re gonna ask me out again.” You roll your eyes, already used to his antics. You don’t even pretend to care about his mock heartache anymore when he clutches his chest.

You’re not sure what Jeon Wonwoo has in his mind, but he’s been asking you out on dates everytime he sees you since last month. Problem is, you see him a lot. A little hard not to with the friends with benefits situation that has been going on between you and him for the last six months.

Even right now, you’re in his place. You’ve been here since almost half an hour ago, entertaining yourself as you wait for Wonwoo to get home because he’s out when you called, and when he said you’re allowed to use the access he’s given you some time ago, you decided to barge into his place like it’s your own.

You’re practically here more often than in your own dorm, anyway.

It almost feels like a second home to you.

But you don’t want to think too much about it. Not about the fact that you have access to Wonwoo’s place. Not about the fact that you’re basically exclusive. Not about the fact that you talk to him practically everyday.

Nope.

“You don’t even pretend to consider it anymore.” He sighs, and you hate that you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. You’ve been telling him to cut it out, but it surely doesn’t look like he has any plans of listening to you. “Here, I got this for you.”

Now that catches your attention, and you actually jump a little on the sofa before you take the small package, take Wonwoo’s face in your arms, and kiss him square in the lips as a thank you.

“You won’t go on a date with me but will kiss me over some cookies. Nice,” he grumbles, though the grin blooming into his face when you pull away betrays him.

Clutching the cookie into your chest like it’s the most precious thing in the world, you regard him with stars in your eyes. “Where did you even find this? I’ve been looking for this forever and I couldn’t find it! I don’t even know the name of the shop that sells this?”

“I’m just capable like that.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, telling you he was out with a friend and the packaging looked familiar so he got it just in case. You’ve been telling him about that craving of yours, a chocolate rum cookie that some random classmate offered some time ago–one that is so good but you don’t know the brand, only remember the flavour and the packaging.

And you can’t even ask that classmate again because she was an exchange student that you’ve only spoken for a total of two times in your life, and she has returned to her country.

You don't even know her name.

“You have to tell me where you got this.” The packaging just has to be so empty; a very simple but elegant design that doesn’t state the shop’s name whatsoever.

“Mmm. Perhaps if you say yes I’ll bring you there.”

“No.”

“Hard pass then.” He chuckles and messes your hair. “Eat. I’ll buy you some more if you’re a good girl.”

The innuendo is not purposeful on his part, and it’s two seconds later that he realizes what he’s just said and he cringes so hard that you laugh, because as much as it’s physical between the two of you, Wonwoo absolutely abhors that particular… moniker. It’s always been an on-going joke between you two, and you laugh some more when his frown deepens, launching yourself into his lap and peppering kisses on his jaw.

“You want me to be one?”

“Shut up.” He grunts, though his arms wrap around your waist anyway and he bends his neck to give you more access.

“I can be if you want to, you know?” You whisper against his ear, not missing the way his hold tightens around you. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the only thing separating you and him is the clothes you’re wearing.

“Shut up.” He repeats and kisses you some more. When it gets almost hard to breath, he doesn’t forget to get the cookie out of your grasp and carefully places it on the coffee table before hauling you up and carrying you into his room, your squeal and laughter echoes throughout his empty apartment.

You don’t get to eat your chocolate rum cookie until later that evening, already showered and dressed in Wonwoo’s oversized hoodie as you cuddle into his chest with a movie playing in front of you.

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You don’t know what’s taking Wonwoo so long, but he’s already fifteen minutes late without any text messages so you decide you’ll just get some drink first and let loose. He’s probably going to be pissed because he’s never liked it when you go to a bar by yourself (something about men looking at what’s his, whatever that means) but whatever, it’s his fault for being late and you’re currently not relaxed enough to wait for him by yourself in a place full of people.

The whiskey burns your throat in a pleasant way, though now that you think about it, you shouldn’t have drunk everything in one go when you still have moments to spare as you wait for Wonwoo. But, then again, you can always just order more.

You’ve never been to this bar before, but after hearing how good the vibe is from a friend, you decided to go to check it out. Clubs have never really been your style–people are way too drunk and the music is too loud.

Your friend is absolutely correct when she said you would fit right with this particular bar; there are just enough people for it to be crowded but not really crowded that you get dizzy. Plus, the music is up to your taste and you find yourself nodding to whatever’s playing in the background as you scan through the sea of people while you lean on the wooden bar.

You were just about to order again when someone joins you by the bar, a tall, handsome man that doesn’t look sleazy at first glance. And he’s offering to buy you a drink. You subtly try to check him out; this guy is definitely taller and bigger than Wonwoo, though he doesn’t look harmful and he doesn’t look like he’s hunting for prey. His smile when he offers to pay for your drink looks… honest, if anything. The guy doesn’t even look flirty. Perhaps he thinks you’re interesting and are in need of some company.

The side of your lips lift in an amused smile, Wonwoo will be pissed as fuck if he finds out, but do you care? No you don’t. You’re not going to turn down free drinks from a handsome stranger that doesn’t look dangerous.

“So how come you’re by yourself?” He bends to your height, not too close that it makes you uncomfortable, and just enough for you to hear him over the music. “I’m Mingyu, by the way.”

Hmm. Handsome and with manners.

“Why do you want to know?” You answer with a teasing smile, sipping on your cocktail. Mingyu laughs when you say you’re not telling him his name, if only because he hasn’t earned it yet, and you’re pleasantly surprised when he says it’s understandable and he’s glad you know how to play your cards. “What about you, why are you by yourself?”

“Eh. I just feel like drinking tonight and you seem to be someone who doesn’t mind talking to strangers.”

“Ouch. Is that how I look like? Easy?” You pretend to be offended, and it’s almost cute how Mingyu laughs yet again and rephrases his words. If this was you six months ago, you’d definitely flirt with him and eat up everything that comes out of his mouth, perhaps you’d even end up going back with him. The guy is handsome and you can actually hold conversations with him, which is already a very big difference compared to a lot of guys that have tried talking you up in places like this.

But alas. Your eyes twinkle as you catch the figure of the man who’s the exact reason why you’re not flirting with Mingyu making his way towards you, why you don’t feel the excitement that used to rush through your blood at times like this, and why ‘handsome’ is the only thing you think of Mingyu even though he seems much more than that.

You don’t care enough to think about Mingyu in different aspects.

The way Wonwoo immediately grabs your waist is almost funny, and you have to actually bite your lip and clutch the cocktail glass between your fingers to stop yourself from grinning. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Your boyfriend?” Mingyu asks goodnaturedly–almost concerned, even–making sure he’s not some random guy who’s grabbing you without consent.

“Yes.” Wonwoo almost growls, and you have to plant your palm on his chest to calm him down, telling him Mingyu is harmless even though your ears are heating up from his word. You’d need to get back to that boyfriend thing later.

Mingyu sends you a look, and you’re absolutely, thoroughly would’ve swooned if you’re… uh… single (you are) and you’re not seeing… anyone (huh?). But you send him a smile, an actual smile this time, and you nod before you tell him it’s nice meeting him.

Wonwoo refuses to look at the interaction, but you can tell that he’s more relaxed than he was seconds ago and his grip on your waist is now replaced with his thumb caressing you through the material of your dress.

Would it hurt to push his button one more time?

“Hey.” You call to Mingyu once again when he’s about to leave, making both guys turn to you in confusion–Wonwoo more so in betrayal–and when you tell him you’d love to see him again someday and finally tell him your name with a wink, Mingyu gets exactly what you’re playing at. Another laugh bubbles out of his throat and he returns the gesture with a ‘have fun!’ before making his way out of your sight.

“What the fuck was that?”

It’s not often that Wonwoo curses, and you know you’ve pushed just enough of his buttons for him to react this way. If anything, though, adoration fills your chest and you have to physically hold yourself back from squeezing his cheeks.

“What? You were late and he accompanied me. Nice guy, right?” You try to play innocent, placing your glass on the bar and turning in his arm to face him. He looks especially nice today, with his hair styled a little and a denim jacket that you haven’t seen him worn before. You can feel your heartbeat picking up the longer you stare at him, and you don’t register what’s coming out of his mouth because you’re lost in your head.

Your eyes fall to his lips, and it’s when he clicks his tongue that you finally look back at him, eyes meeting his in mock innocence.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?”

You shake your head to confirm his suspicion. The guy can't even get mad at you even if he wants to.

“So.” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow in question, urging you to continue. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Wonwoo opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t give him room to talk more because you already dive into his lips, your palms on his shoulders and his arms wrap around you once again–probably muscle memory at this point. There’s no rush in this kiss though, you really just feel like kissing him and you do exactly that. Wonwoo doesn’t seem to mind either, because his lips chase yours when you’re about to pull away.

“Won I–”

“Hmm?”

“I need to–”

“Mmm.”

“Need to–”

“To what?” He finally pulls away, annoyed that you keep on trying to pull away. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, you can tell that he’s a little flushed too and there’s something about it that makes your heartbeat speed up once again. Were you two just… kissing in a public space for no reason at all?

“Need to breathe, baby.” You finish your sentence, suddenly shy now that you’re looking at each other. You dive into his neck before he catches your embarrassment though, and he simply chuckles before he takes a sip of your drink, whatever annoyance in his chest from looking at you and Mingyu, whoever that guy is, disappears just like that.

God, it’s not funny how whipped he is for you.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

“Not a chance.” You beam, though you reject him with a kiss on his cheek and you tell him to finish your drink because you don’t feel like being here anymore. You won’t let him ponder too long on your rejection though, your fingers caressing his neck and your lips finding his ear. “Actually, let’s go back to your place. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.”

Wonwoo shudders a little at that, still not used to the way you’d get vocal about what you want when you’re tipsy. That’s your code of saying you want to have rough sex all night–or however he would have you, really.

So Wonwoo finishes your drink in one go and grabs your hand to pull you out of the bar, missing the way you exchange grins with Mingyu as you accidentally catch his eyes before you exit the place.

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“You know you’ll spend less money if you just tell me where to buy these cookies?” You pout, still trying to get it out of him.

He doesn’t relent though, simply shrugs and places your hot chocolate on the table. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

“But whyyyy.” You whine, crossing your legs to face him on the sofa.

“I told you I’d bring you there if you go on a date with me.”

You stare at him, mind wandering to how easy it is for him to say this over and over again. You still don’t know why he’s suddenly so adamant about that, and while you actually do feel butterflies in your whole body everytime he does it, sometimes you wonder if he’s just messing with you.

Does he really mean it?

But if he does, wouldn’t he eventually be done with you because you keep on rejecting him?

But if you say yes and he’s actually just joking–what does that make you?

What if you try it out and it… messes things up?

You’re happy with whatever you have with him now, and you trust each other enough to know you are exclusive. Is there really any need to put a label between you two?

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, snapping you out of your daze.

“Huh. Yeah, sorry. You were saying?”

You see the way Wonwoo presses his lips together and you can tell the gears are turning in his head. But he beats you to it before you can ask, and your heart breaks a little at how soft he sounds.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What? No!” You sit straight, taken aback from the sudden turn of the conversation. “What makes you say that?”

Wonwoo sighs and repeats his words. But he faces you this time and, for the first time since he asked you the question he’s been asking you the past few months, it’s obvious how unsure he is, as if he’s suddenly questioning himself on what he’s been doing.

“Am I making you uncomfortable by asking you out on a date?”

“Oh… Wonwoo…” You take his hand, your desire to comfort him bigger than anything. You don’t like seeing him like this, and as much as your own thoughts have been haunting you, you suppose you do need to talk about it one way or another. “No, you’re not. But… Can I ask you something?”

He doesn’t answer, but you take the way he squeezes your hand as a ‘yes’.

“Why?”

He doesn’t seem to get your question, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean why?”

“Why do you suddenly want to date me?”

It’s almost comical the way he blinks slowly, then repeatedly, like he doesn’t get why you’d ask that. He thinks carefully before he says his next words though, and he mentally winces at what he’s about to say but there’s really no other way to say it.

“We’ve been… sleeping together for, like, six months.” He starts, and his face contorts like the words personally offend him. But the more you listen to him talk about all the things you’ve been doing the past few months, how you’re basically a couple without the title, the more you feel both warm and afraid about however this talk is going to end.

You don’t realize you’ve been holding his hand tighter, but he doesn’t say anything and you realize how protective you actually feel of Wonwoo because it doesn’t sit well with you that he seems to consider himself so small.

“It’s not… sudden. I’ve just finally gathered enough courage to ask you.”

“I’m afraid.” You throw it out there the moment you open your mouth, not sure how to tell him except to just go straight to the point.

“Of what?”

“Falling in love.” You cast your eyes down to where your hand and his are joined. “Of being attached to you.”

For a moment, the air around you seems to tense ten-fold that you’re sure you can cut through it with a knife. But when Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, you brace yourself for more honesty and continue.

“I’m… already attached to you more than I thought I could be with anyone. And it scares me sometimes. What if you leave me? I think I’d be able to cope better if you decide to end things with our current… relationship than an actual one. It scares me.”

You feel his hand letting go of yours, and you panic that he’s finally had enough, but he cups your face in his palms to calm you down, and as much as you’re anxious, you can feel yourself calming under his gaze.

“If you want me to be honest, I think I already like you more than whatever you probably feel for me.” He smiles so softly you almost cry. And when you’re about to refute his words, he gently places his finger on your lips to keep you silent. “And no, that’s not something I want to debate with you. I’m fine with liking you more. I want to like you more than you like me. Will you let me do that?”

You open your mouth to say something–anything, but nothing comes out except for your tears so you simply nod and fall into his embrace. Your tears dry up almost immediately after that, but you sniffle a little as his words echo in your mind. Wonwoo probably doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because you’ve liked him for as long as you can remember. Probably not long after you started your deal with him.

He doesn’t know how you melt every time he takes care of you. How you’d try to stay awake longer after he falls asleep after another night of passionate sex, his arm over your body and your back against his chest, just so you can pretend it’s real between you two. How you’d remind yourself that it’s not real when you wake up in his place even though you’d still drag yourself out to make breakfast for him, willing your heart to calm down when he wakes up moments later, hugging you from behind even though you tell him to move away.

You probably already love him more than he can imagine.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” You ask once you’ve calmed down, getting out of his embrace to look into his eyes.

“Nothing. Why?” He tilts his head, a little confused at the sudden change of topic.

“Let’s go on a date?” You ask shyly, though your eyes immediately cast downwards again once you realized you can’t handle looking him in the eye as you ask him this. But that’s why you missed the way his face blooms into a grin, missed the way his eyes suddenly twinkle brighter than every single star in the universe combined. “I think you promised to tell me where you buy those cookies if I go on a date with you.”

He laughs at that and throws his arms around you, so tight that it hurts a little. But you don’t say anything, happy that you’re here in his arms and a little giddy now that everything’s out of your chest.

Wonwoo pulls away and cups your face once again, then searches for something in your face before he closes his eyes and gives you the softest kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life. A promise. One that says he’s not going to leave and he’s going to try his best to remove every single doubt you have in your mind.

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A/N 2: and for my birthday wish, hopefully i'll get to see you even once in this lifetime.

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I’m not done with you yet….darling~

Alastor x Reader -Part 2- (NSFW)(MDNI)!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, blood kink, bondage, slight S&M, Dom/Sub, rough rutting, mate marking, leash play/ownership, slight degradation, praise kink, body worship, ass worship, cock worship, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial

Other Tags: Fluff, Angst

Note: Reader will receive aftercare

Hello there all you wayward sinners! This is your host Alastor tuning in! And welcoming you to Part 2 of this scandalous fic! Enjoy my darlings~❤️

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

Charlie’s tour was very detailed and informative. She is really proud of her work she has done here and it shows in her presentations. She would show me every nook and cranny in this hotel; explaining everything that went into making it become a reality. She especially was excited about the rooms and how every single room was designed for extreme comfort. She wanted every guest here to feel like they’re in heaven while on the path to heaven. Her enthusiasm was definitely contagious as I couldn’t help but feel excited about staying here. She finally stopped in front of a door almost near the end of the corridor. She takes out a key and unlocks the door; opening it to show what’s inside. “This is now your new room (Y/N)! I really hope it’s to your liking.” She does tiny hops in place; excited about your opinion on how the room looked. It was very spacious with a huge luxurious bed; draped in shear black curtains that are attached to the roof being held by the bed posts. The wooden frame was a burgundy brown; details resembling as of something that came out of royal Victorian era. The bedspread’s design was simple black silk sheets paired with black silk pillowcases to match. A Victorian like dresser placed against the wall near the door, and on the other side of the room was a pretty big Victorian like wardrobe as well. Adjacent to the wardrobe was another door that lead to the bathroom. The bathroom itself had a more modern look to it compared to the bedroom. Marble topped sink with the cabinet underneath was black along with the faucet and handles. A big mirror right above the sink showing the reflection of the black towel rack attached to the wall. A small black medicine cabinet was just right above the toilet. Then the shower itself is a walk-in with grey tiles and jet black, square like shower set. There was even a little bench built into the wall.

“Alrighty! That’s the end of the tour! I really hope you enjoy your stay here. And…sorry about earlier? I honestly have no idea why Alastor was messing with you specifically. He’s literally unpredictable. So if you feel like you’re in any danger…just let me know ok?” Charlie then gives me a reassuring pat on the back; giving a smile that in hopes will give some clarity. “Of course. I will let you know right away if I do feel uncomfortable in anyway.” She smiles wide; feeling relief that didn’t drive me off out of the hotel. “Well I’ll let you get settled in. Do let me or Vaggie know if you need anything else ok?” I give a thumbs up and a simple got it as she took her leave; closing the door behind her. I sigh heavily; finally I can relax after that experience today. Especially with Alastor. I don’t know what he meant by the things he said, but it definitely had predatory intent behind it. I need to stay away from him as much as possible; just in case he decides to make me his next meal. But there’s this little voice in the back of my head telling me to figure out why. Why would I risk getting eaten just to find out why he acted in a manner?! I really must have a death wish!! For now I need some sleep. I’ll be able to think more clearly about what I want to do after a good nights rest. But I gotta shower first before anything else. I proceed to the bathroom once again; sliding the glass door open and turning on the water; feeling the temp making sure it’s the perfect before stepping in. Happy with the heat of the water, I start to strip starting with my top; raising it over my head and onto the floor. Then I start to unbutton my jean shorts eventually sliding them down to the floor as well. As I was about to unclasp my bra, I felt this sudden chill up my spine. It almost felt like something was watching me, which made me unconsciously cross my arms over my chest; feeling rather exposed. I turn around to look into the bedroom, but there was no one there. Maybe I’m still paranoid about what happened today. Alastor maybe be unpredictable, but he’s still a gentleman. I shut the door to the bathroom hoping that was the reason of the paranoia. I’ve gotten completely nude as I walk in to the shower; sighing as the warm water hits my skin. I definitely needed this.

I finish with my shower, stepping back into the room with a towel on my head and around my body. I proceeded to the dresser and open it to find that Charlie did indeed cater to every detail. The dresser is packed full of clothes to wear, and they all look to be my size too. I pull out a white crop top and black sleep shorts along with a pair of black panties. I finish drying and proceed getting dressed for sleep. As I get under the covers, placing my head on the pillows, I couldn’t help how fast sleep took me.

The next morning I sat up in bed; yawning and stretching my back out hearing it crack a couple of times. I slept pretty peacefully last night; I must of been tired. I slowly get out of bed and walk towards the dresser again. I go through everything pulling out a black spaghetti strap tank top and a black cropped hoodie. I pair them with some black distressed jean shorts; looking at myself in the mirror. Cute! Heading out the room, closing the door behind me, I walk down the corridor yawning again as I make my way all the way to the dinning room where everyone was eating breakfast. I look around there was no sign of Alastor anywhere; which is good cause I don’t to stress out first thing in the morning. As I walk towards the table sitting down, Charlie perks up at me “Good morning (Y/N)! Did you sleep well? Sorry we missed you at dinner last night, but I’d figured you need some rest.” I smile as I put together my plate of what’s on the table such as eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, and a couple of biscuits. I was starving since not having dinner yesterday. “Thank you! I really need that sleep. I was completely drained after yesterday.” Angel snickers at my comment, then leaning his cheek against his hand while his arm is propped on the table. “Oh I bet you were~” Vaggie then punches him in the shoulder causing him to hold and rub the spot she hit with an ouch. “Angel! Not ok!” she says as crossing her arms. “Whaaat?~ I’m just kidding around jeez!” Angel then goes back to his breakfast with Vaggie apologizing for his behavior. “It’s ok Vaggie! It was funny.” I reassured her as Angel gave me a smirk “I think we gonna get along just fine~” he gives me a playful wink as I giggle. Angel was really funny, and just honestly good company to be around as well.

After breakfast everyone went their separate ways again cause the group activities won’t start until tonight before dinner like yesterday. But this time Angel and Cherri pulled me to the side “Heya toots! Since group won’t start until tonight how’s about a day out with us? Cherri and me are planning to go shopping and hit up a few clubs if ya interested~” I was actually excited that they would invite me out. This wasn’t so bad of a decision after all if I get to hang with these two. “Sure! I love to!” Angel and Cherri then wrap them arms around my shoulders; leading me out the door “That’s awesome! We’re gonna get fucked up tonight!” Angels adds as Cherri pumps her fist in the air “Let’s go fuckheads!! Tonight is gonna be wild!!”

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

Sitting on the balcony, quietly sipping my morning coffee; I overhear voices down below as I glance down to see what’s going on. To my surprise I see (Y/N) with the two delinquents leading her out of the hotel. Why in hell would she want to be around them? They think fun is to defile yourself in expense cause someone paid them to do it, or indulge in narcotics. I watch as they walk down the path and for a brief moment, (Y/N) looked back and we both locked eyes; knowing we can’t pretend that we didn’t see each other. As we locked eyes, her face turns red again and she quickly turns her head back around; trying to walk away faster. I didn’t even have to say anything this time and she still got flustered. I chuckle softly, thinking that was rather….cute how easily flustered she got. I faceplam myself “What am I thinking?” I really need to stop this. For some god awful reason, this season has gotten out of hand; it’s making me think things that’s not like me. I really need to be careful now. Just even catching a glance at her will set these wretched thoughts running through my mind. Maybe hosting a little podcast will clear my head. Yes that’s what I need! Gotta keep my mind on other topics instead of her should do the trick.

A few hours goes by, as of now it’s 8pm; almost time for group again. Today went pretty smoothly with another great podcast in the books if I do say so myself. As I sit in my tower, sipping on the freshly brewed chamomile tea; I hear voices again outside. It must be them coming back after a day filled with who knows what. I set my cup down; standing up to walks towards the window only to see of course; all three are coming back to the hotel….DRUNK! Obviously Charlie is not gonna be happy about this. But, I need to stay out of this for the sake of my sanity. If I honestly have any left by tonight.

I can hear distant yelling downstairs as I continue to finish my tea, whilst I read my book. I’d figured things would go south; guessing group is canceled for tonight. Honestly, that is definitely for the best. I really can’t risk anymore thoughts invading my mi-. My thoughts were cut off by a knock on the door. It might be Charlie wanting to inform me of the cancellation of group tonight. Setting my cup down again, I make my way towards the door; opening it expecting Charlie only to end up being (Y/N). Oh no….(Y/N) is at my door! Well isn’t this lovely! I really don’t need this right now! Yet here she is at my door….“Why hello darling! To what do I owe this….pleasant visit from you?” (Y/N) then makes her way into my radio tower “I need to talk to you…sir” she says slurring her words a bit. She’s definitely drunk and now she wants to talk to me? This is very undignified like, having a drunk woman in my presence when I should be pushing back out so she can go to her room. “Whatever is it my dear, can it wait until tomorrow when you’re…fully aware of what you’re doing?” She takes a seat in my chair, crossing her legs doing so “Not really. I won’t remember nor will I have the courage to even talk to you if I did.” Aha! So she wanted to get this way just to talk to me? Ugh! this is off to a great start. Just let her vent whatever she wanted to say and get her out as quickly as possible. “Well as long as you make it quick my dear. I do have some errands to run before calling it a night.” She chuckles while propping her arm on the arm rest and resting her cheek in her palm. “I think your “errands” can wait…..Mr. Radio Demon.” Oh~ this almost sounded like a threat. Does she dare to challenge me? No has ever challenged me and got out of it alive. She must have some sort of goal to reach; better not make it so easy for her to obtain of course. “Oh can they my dear?….you know for your second day here you’re….not really leaning towards the path of redemption.” She lets out a hardy laugh “And by the way you greeted me yesterday, you didn’t sound like you were on the path to redemption either.” I in turn give a hardy laugh back.

“That’s because I’m not here for redemption. I’m only here to be the hotel’s manager as I watch the scum of hell try to climb up to the hill of betterment; only to watch them fail spectacularly.” (Y/N) then gets up from the chair and slowly sashays towards me. “So you must be getting a kick out of what I did tonight then?” She stops just mere inches from me. She gives me this sinister smirk “What is she planning?” I thought to myself as I prepare my next words “Honestly, yes I am. I had a feeling you were gonna be entertaining. Turns out I was right as always~” She pokes at my chest “You know you think you’re hot shit Alastor, but I can see right through your bullshit.” I chuckle darkly; she really does have a death wish. I remove her finger from my chest softly tossing it aside “If you value your soul darling….then you won’t touch me like that…Ever…Again.” She ha’s as if to mock me further “I knew it! You do want to eat me! I had a feeling you were a cannibal!”

What?! Is that what she thought? Oh how…..interesting~ I can run with this. She’s not wrong though, I do have cannibalistic tendencies. Unfortunately I haven’t really done that in a while now, but I’ll let her think that I do. “Eat you, you say? Well I must admit that you do look rather…..” I lean down to her ear to whisper as I run my hand from her shoulder down her arm “Delectable~” she shuddered under my touch as I hear her gulp when I started inhaling her scent. Fuck!!! Bad idea!!!Why did I intake her scent?!?! This damn season is getting worse and worse the more I stay around her!!! I need to stop this now!!!! I back away from her; folding my hand behind my back “But I will never do such a thing! So don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” She looks at me wide eyed as if she’s still in awe of what just happened. Her face had a deep shade of red as her breaths were still a little shaky. My my~ I could get used to seeing this side of her~ That’s it!!!! I need to kick her out NOW!!!! I use my cane to usher her out of my radio tower and finally out the door “I did appreciate you stopping by my dear! But unfortunately I do have to bid you good night.” She turns around to face me “Ah yes….I think I do need to lie down now….sorry for disturbing you, have a good night Alastor.” She then turns back and makes her way down the corridor to her room, which is not far from mine “And to you as well my dear!” I quickly the my studio door again and lean back against it; sliding down to the floor as I run my fingers through my hair almost gripping my scalp.

SERIOUSLY?!?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!

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What would be the task force 141 (+ konigs) reactions to seeing Crash all fancy for the first time? Like they have to dress up for an undercover mission and everyone sees crash in a dress/suit and all pretty

Little Black Dress (mini fic + headcanons)

Pairings: Task Force 141 x fem!Reader (Platonic), König x fem!Reader

Note: Callsign 'Crash', no use of (Y/N)

a/n: hello hello! oh boy, it's been a minute since i posted. i do apologize for that, life got hella busy. also, i passed 500 followers! will make another post about it soon but if you're reading this, feel free to send a request or even questions. i like talking to you all :) anyways, should be posting a couple more fics this week, so look out for that. thank you so much for reading my work and feel free to leave any feedback!

edit: original title, Dress Up

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The mission was easy, quick in and out. Just getting some important intel from a target’s laptop in a high security event, what could go wrong? A lot of things can and with Soap calling it an “easy mission” basically jinxed it. He immediately looks away as both you and Ghost simultaneously whip your head around to glare at him.

“It’s a charity gala and there will be high profile people there, so the security will be tight,” Laswell says as she pulls out the layout of the venue. The Hofburg, which houses the Sisi Museum that you took a tour of two days before. König was with you, posing as a couple. But given the nature of the mission, he and some members of the team are staying behind as backup. Laswell looks at Ghost before turning to you. You don’t show it but you feel your stomach drop a bit.

“Crash, Gaz and Price will enter the party as guests. Given her computer skills and being the fastest in the group, Crash will be the one gathering the information,” Laswell watches your shoulders drop before continuing, “Gaz and Price, you’re in charge of protecting her.”

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You weren’t happy, they could tell that much. Price was worried that you were gone for a couple hours without telling anyone where you were going except that “I’m going shopping.” Soap and Gaz were trying to give him a peace of mind. Since they grew up with sisters, they knew you needed some alone time. Ghost wasn’t too worried though and if he really wanted to, he could look up your location on his since you shared it to him and vice versa.

You got back at a good time, Price was starting to get antsy. They heard your distinct knocks but Soap calls out anyways, “You got a key card!” “My hands are full, open the door!”

Gaz, ever the gentleman, opens the door for you. They watch you stumble in, carrying a couple large bags from high end designer stores. “I hope that didn’t come out of our budget,” he comments.

“I have my own money, thank you very much!” You huffed. “Can you be a dear and open my room door?”

Gaz does so and also reminds you that everyone will meet up an hour before the event.

“I’ll be done before that,” you give him a smile.

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You finished with ten minutes to spare. Walking out of the room and noticing how empty it was, you assumed that everyone was downstairs by now. Before leaving you give yourself one last look, seeing if you need to touch up on anything.

The woman in front of you was someone you thought you’d never see again. The bun was simple and elegant, same with your makeup. The dress, which was a black spaghetti strap with a tulle skirt, the hem stopping just above your ankles. And the black pumps topped the outfit off. You couldn’t help but think about your mom.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your dress, interrupting your train of thought. Pulling it out, it was a message from Gaz, Ready when you are. Grabbing the lace gloves and shawl from the table, you leave the room and quickly make your way to the elevator.

Price:

He was looking at the bar, having half a mind to get a drink before hearing the elevator door ding

He looks over and watches a beautiful young lady walk out, the black dress moving as she does. It wasn’t until she was walking towards them that he realized that it was Crash.

Price takes a look at you and suddenly remembers how young you are and how in another world, this would be the life you’d live. Having fun and going to parties, not risking your life everyday

He was staring yet he hadn't said a word, which made you worried. “Are you okay, Price?” You ask. Silently, he takes your hands into his and looks into your eyes, before saying, “You look absolutely lovely.”

Maybe it was because you were stressed out or the fact that your own father never complimented you, but you began to tear up.

“Aw, Crash. Please don’t cry, I wasn’t being mean kiddo.” He gives you his handkerchief and watches you carefully dab away the tears so as to not ruin your makeup. “You did nothing wrong. I’m not used to someone telling me that,” You tell him as you hand his handkerchief back. He almost didn’t hear it with how quiet you were, mumbling, “My dad never says anything nice about me.”

Price had to fight the urge to give you a big dad hug and ruffle your hair

He remembers a phone call he had with his brother. He was telling Price that he cried as he watched his daughter walk down the stairs, all dressed up for a school dance and how happy she looked.

He can’t help but feel the same way

Gaz:

His eyes widen with shock as he mumbles “Damn girl.” He waits after your and Price’s interaction before talking to you, “Looking good there, mate.”

You let out a small laugh before telling him ‘thank you’. “You clean up nicely yourself, Kyle.”

He’d ask about the outfit, which pieces are from what brand and how much money you spent. You don’t give him a clear answer for that last one, stating “It’d make Price cry.”

For a moment, Gaz forgets about the mission. He thinks of the memories he had with his friends, showing off their outfits before heading to the clubs

It was basically the same, just for a fancier occasion.

Looking at you reminded him of his older female cousins. After they went off to college and into their respective careers, when he’d visit, they always looked so put together. There was an air of confidence around them.

Low key wanted to take pictures and post them on social media but they both know that’s a horrible idea and could compromise the mission

When you first met each other, he did find you adorable, with your short stature and now, with you all dolled up, he thought you were really pretty

Kind of sees you as a younger sibling but he finally understands why a lot of new recruits and König have a crush on you

After the mission, he’d probably plan an evening of going to the opera so both of you have an excuse to get all fancy

Soap:

He grew up with two older sisters. At around eight years old, they would sometimes let him hang out and keep them company whenever they’d get ready. He’d help pick out their outfits and watch in awe whenever they did their hair and makeup.

At the end, they would ask him how they looked and with no hesitation he’d respond “Bonnie!”

“Very good lad. Always say that to a girl when they take the time to get pretty,” they would say to him.

And that’s what he did when he saw you walking over to them.

He’s the type of hugger to pick up the person they’re hugging

He basically tackles you, lifting you up and rambling “You’re so beautiful!” as he swings you around

Begged him to put you down since you didn’t want to mess up your outfit. “Of course, Bonnie! My bad.”

Gushes over you like a grandma and since you’re not really used to compliments, you put your hands over your face

“Aw, don’t be shy now lassie!” He tells you as he pries your hands off.

Soap is just really happy and supportive

He kind of shares the same sentiment with Price, with how young you are, it feels like you should be living a different, less dangerous life.

Again, all the members of 141 see you as family. Soap missed out on watching his younger siblings grow up and important milestones as well.

So seeing you like this, it made him happy.

Ghost:

Honestly, getting all dressed up doesn’t really mean a lot to him. He’s not a fan of big events nor does he want to be around people that are strict about social etiquette

He’ll put on some nice pants, a button up and some dress shoes for a night out but that’s more so for the 141 than himself.

Has done these undercover missions before. He tries to get it done as quickly as possible though

Was thankful that he wasn’t picked for this one. Did feel a little bad for you, given your discomfort of undercover missions and knowing the fact that these kind of events remind you of your family

But seeing your reactions with the other members of the 141 and seeing you smile, he knew you were going to be okay

He doesn’t say much to you, instead he gives you a look down and a nod of approval. That was good enough for you.

You’ve talked about your family to him before. About your mom, how beautiful she was and that she used to model before becoming a diplomat. He’s seen a picture of her once, making a note of how similar you are. And with how you look, it was almost a spitting image.

When they entered the vehicle, Ghost was all business from then on. Same with all of you, taking one last check to make sure your coms were working and hidden

Soap and Ghost drop you off at a parking garage, the KorTac team already waiting. Before you, Price and Gaz, Ghost calls out to you. You make your way over, slightly leaning down to hear him from the cracked window.

“You’re pretty, Crash,” he tells you, watching your mouth drop and eyes widen with surprise. There was a beat of silence before he continued. “Pretty fuckin’ annoying." “Piss off, LT.” You roll your eyes as you flip him off. “Not very ladylike, Crash.”

Konig:

He wasn’t there for the grand lobby reveal but he did catch a glimpse of you at the parking garage where Soap and Ghost dropped you off.

His teammates next to him heard him hitch his breath. He just stared at you and if it weren’t for his sniper veil, they would have seen his jaw dropped

Your eyes met his and you looked at each other for a moment before giving him a small wave from your gloved hand and a sweet smile. He watched you take Gaz’s arm, wishing it was him taking you to the gala instead, and walked out along with Price.

It was the first time he saw your hair up, not a strand out of place. And while the shawl covers the top half of the dress, he liked how fluffy the skirt looked and how it flows with each step.

You looked like the female leads in the 1950’s movies he’d watch with his grandmother.

He doesn’t see you again until later in the night. You got the intel but somehow got separated from Gaz and Price. Thankfully, that museum date stakeout you two went on, you managed to leave some gear on the roof as a backup plan.

He was in a van with Soap and Ghost when Price informed them that you weren’t with them anymore. He felt some relief when you spoke on coms, telling everyone that you got the USB with no issues. But it was short lived when you suddenly yell, “Bring the van now!”

König was ready to jump out of the moving vehicle, but thankfully the van stopped just in time. Without a second to waste, he hauls ass to your direction

He knows that rope was secure, however he forgot to take into account that it can still be cut. He saw movement from above but his main goal was to get to you first

Hearing your scream made his stomach drop and yet, he was at the right place and at the right time.

Arms ready, he feels you hit them, letting out a small ‘oof’ as you do. Quickly, he pulls you close, as not to let you go.

While your hair was a mess from the running and falling, some strands fell but framed your face nicely. He didn’t notice then, however upon a closer inspection, your makeup was subtle yet it enhances your features.

König couldn’t help but think of the paintings he saw days before. Portraits of royals, queens and princesses of his homeland. It was as if Winterhalter painted you himself.

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written-in-flowers · 8 months

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Lightweights: San x Fem!Reader

Pairing: San x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff/ AU: sugar baby, contracted girlfriend

Word Count: 8k

Summary: San insisted you both drink during your night out, claiming to be the best drinker in ATEEZ. A few shots in, soju isn't the only thing on your minds.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Tags: polyamory, polycule, sugar baby au, established relationship, drunk sex, elevator sex, car sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m. and f. giving/receiving), anal toys, anal sex, vaginal sex, rimming, anal fingering, sex toys, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, spanking, dirty talk, mingi being a menace and seonghwa just wants to sleep, san is a simp for real lol

Previously on Idol Companion

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Turtleneck or V-neck? You mused over this question in front of the mirror. You knew you’d wear the black denim skirt and tights, and ankle length boots to hide from the cold, but you couldn’t decide on a top. The white turtleneck would look nice with your black coat, and covers your chest from the cold, but the V-neck had a pretty rhinestone design on the sleeves. You stood putting each top over your front to get a sense of how it would look. You always wanted to look your best on dates with the members, since putting yourself together made them happy. San wanted to go somewhere casual, so you didn’t have to completely dress up, but you still wanted to look nice.

“I like the turtleneck, personally,” a deep voice said from your bedroom door.

Yeosang stood leaning against the doorframe, wearing an oversized sweater and baggy sweatpants.

“You think so?”

“It’ll keep you warm,” he said. “The temperature is supposed to drop as it gets later, and San will want to stay out late with you.”

“Hm, good point. Turtleneck, it is.”

You put the v-neck aside, and pulled the sweater over your head, making sure not to wipe it on your makeup. Yeosang came up to you, and you felt him tuck the sweater into your skirt in the back. You always had trouble tucking in shirts in the back. He smoothed out the sweater, fixing the skirt for you. Then he kissed your cheek.

“Beautiful,” he said. You slipped your arms into the long coat he held behind you. “I’m almost jealous of San,” he admitted, “You look so gorgeous. I don’t think he’s going to eat anything; he’ll be too busy looking at you.”

“Oh hush,” you giggled, fixing the coat on your shoulders. “I doubt that.”

“I don’t,” he put his arms around you through the coat, and said, “Will you be coming home or going to his place?”

A few months ago, the members decided to move into larger dorms. Since they couldn’t find one that could house all nine of you, the group split into three separate apartments. Hongjoong lived with Jongho and Wooyoung, and Seonghwa went with Mingi and San. You moved in with Yunho and Yesang, considering their apartment was closer to the dance studio where you volunteered and to your agency building. Also, it guaranteed peace and privacy from your boyfriends. The room you stood in now was significantly larger than the one back in the old dorm. You had space to move around and more storage space. You still saw the other members, and sometimes stayed over with them, but you usually came home after dates.

“We might go to his place,” you said, hands on his chest to play with the strings of his shirt. “It’s been a while since he’s had me to himself. He usually brings Wooyoung to our outings. Plus, he’ll be drinking and we know how he gets when he’s drunk around me.”

“Very inappropriate and touchy,” he added. “I think it was a good idea you weren’t in the drinking episode of Wanteez. It would’ve turned into a YNteez episode very quickly.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t go,” you told him. “Some of our members have trouble keeping their hands to themselves when they drink.”

“I don’t.”

“I know you don’t.”

“You don’t have to drink with San, you know that. He’d never pressure you to drink.” He said, “I don’t think you should anyways. We have a busy schedule tomorrow, and you have your dance classes after that. You’ll be hungover and…sore.”

He held back a laugh at the last word, and you lightly smacked his shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” you insisted. “I can handle myself pretty well, don’t you think so?”

“If you don’t drink more than four glasses.”

He snickered while you poked his stomach. Right as he peeled away from you, the front door bell sounded through the apartment. Grabbing your phone and purse, you and Yeosang left your room for the wide living room area. San stood near the doorway with Yunho, and you took a moment to admire him. Black hair neatly parted and combed, he wore a white shirt tucked into denim jeans, with a tan coat over his broad shoulders. You couldn’t keep your eyes from noticing his small waist, and the wide shoulders. He and Yunho had been laughing when he noticed you coming over to him. His eyes swept over you and he smiled.

“Ah, look at you,” he pecked your lips, and said, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you grinned.

“Ready to go?”

“Very ready,” you replied, putting your purse over your shoulder.

You kissed both Yeosang and Yunho goodnight and left with San. A cab awaited the both of you outside, so thankfully you didn't suffer out in the breezy air too long. Good thing you decided on tights for your legs. In the cab, San slipped his fingers between yours and held your hand gently. The small gesture still made your heart flutter years later, and you rested your head on his shoulder as you talked about your day. The Seoul streets flew by you, a city of lights and sounds that didn't penetrate the tinted cab windows. You realized how long it's been since you'd gone out with San alone.

"Wooyoung didn't want to come?" You asked, curious about your missing partner in crime.

"He already has plans with the others," he told you. Sliding his arm over your shoulders, he pulled you closer, "Besides, he knew that I wanted to be alone with you. I can't remember the last time it was the two of us."

"We'd gone rock climbing," you told him, "And then had lunch back at your place."

"Right," he chuckled, "I remember now. You'd been so scared to get to the top."

"It was really high," you defended.

"You were wearing a harness. You wouldn't have fallen!"

"It was still really high up."

He laughed as you smacked his chest, which only amused him more. Pecking your lips, you both talked all the way to the restaurant which was located in Hongdae. People packed the place on a Friday night, taking up large tables and ordering a range of dishes for the portable grills. You and San took a table in the corner where you ordered several side dishes, and slabs of marinated meat to cook on the grill. San also ordered a bottle of soju.

"Should you really drink, San?" You asked, taking off your coat with a grin.

"Why not?"

"Because you're a total lightweight," you replied. "You can't get through three drinks before your neck and cheeks turn red."

"Psh," he dismissed, "I'm the best drinker in Ateez. You'll see."

He isn't. When your meal and bottle arrived, you requested water as well, knowing he'll need it. You told him he did not have to prove anything to you; you personally didn’t enjoy drinking anymore after doing it so many times for partners. Yet, he insisted. Eating from the main dish and various side dishes, you both ate and drank plenty while you talked. You noticed him pouring a bit more in his glass than he should, which prompted you to speak up.

“Sannie-ah,” you said, eating some of the soup you’d both ordered, “That’s your fourth one. Any more and I’ll have to call someone to pick you up off the floor.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, his cheeks already tinged pink, “I can handle it.”

“No, you can’t,” you laughed.

You watched him down the shot, and you snatched the bottle from him. There wasn’t much left, so you poured it into your own glass to drink. You bit back the strong taste in your mouth, wincing as it burned down your throat. There. That should help. San frowned for a second, but then his expression changed when he saw the time on his phone. You must've been here longer than you realized, since time often flew by with your boyfriends. A smirk twitched the corner of his mouth, and he took up the empty seat beside you in the booth. His arm going over the back of the bench, you noticed his lean frame underneath the plain white shirt. The cuff off the short sleeve stretched slightly on his muscled biceps, and you couldn’t help noticing his waistline from the tucked in shirt. They all knew how much you liked the simple looks, the clean ones that accentuated their features and silhouettes.

Damn them.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” he said in a low voice, pushing hair from your face.

“Multiple times in multiple ways,” you grinned, seeing the flirtation in his eyes. "Once at my place, once on the way here, and another time you said it after your first drink. But, you can tell me a few more times if you want."

He laughed, and leaned into you, "I'd prefer to show you, actually."

You could smell the alcohol on his breath, but you didn’t mind it as he planted his lips on yours. San toned down the public displays of affection usually, but when you added alcohol into the mix, he was all over you. The flowing drinks made it easier to lose yourself in his warmth. It helped you care less about the people around you as you kissed. He pecked your lips a few more times, then you spoke.

“It’s late,” you murmured, feeling your head swim from the drinks in front of you. You reached for water, hoping to all the gods that it helped. “We should get going before they kick us out.”

“Let’s get a cab,” he said, kissing down to your neck. You glanced around the restaurant to see the sparse crowd not noticing you two. “I don’t think I could walk straight if I stood up,” he laughed, and you knew he wasn’t lying.

“Alright, I’ll call the cab,” you replied. San’s apartment isn’t very far, so it won’t be an expensive ride. You’d gotten out your phone to search for a ride when you felt a hand touch your thigh. “San-ah,” you giggled, pushing his hand from the hem of your skirt, “What are you doing?”

“Showing you how pretty I think you are,” he murmured. His fingers felt up the side of your thigh, and he grunted, “Did you have to wear tights tonight?”

“It’s cold outside.”

The weather had gotten chillier by nightfall, and you knew you'd feel it once you went outside. Clearly, your tights threw a wrench into whatever after-dinner plans San had for you. Yet, this new layer of clothing did not stop him from feeling up the side of you. Thankfully, you both sat in a booth by the wall instead of in the middle of the restaurant. As much as you enjoyed his warm hands and lips on your skin, this isn’t the place to start anything, especially with so many people around.

“San,” you lifted his face from your neck to make him look at you, “I’m calling a cab. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“But I thought you liked it when I touched you in public,” he teased, emphasizing it with a gentle squeeze close to your ass. “I’ve done it when we’re sitting in vans together with the other members or when we’re in a dressing room.”

“That’s different,” you said, using an app to get a cab ride from the restaurant to your apartment. “The other members are there, and we’re usually separated by a curtain or something.”

He grunted, “Fine.” He gave up and kissed you one final time, “Call the cab. I want to go home anyways.”

"Already ahead of you, love."

He stayed quiet, studying you as you called a cab. When you finished ordering a ride, San spoke again.

"I think I'm in danger," he said, eyes on you lovingly.

"How so?" You asked, anticipating another suggestive answer.

"Because I'm in love with you," he replied, moving close to you and kissing you again. "And that's unfair."

"How so?"

"Because being in love with you is like nothing I've felt before," he insisted. "I don't think I can see myself really loving anyone else. I look at other people and…they don't hit me the way you do. Yeah, they're pretty and all that, but they don't spark anything inside me."

"San-ah, I'm sure that's not true," you replied gently. "You'll find some other person you don't have to share with anyone, and they'll make you happier than I ever could."

You didn't want to tell a sensitive, drunk San that you constantly thought of the day your contract ends. It will likely be once the members start enlisting or disband to start solo careers. Of course, you can continue seeing them even after this, but it won't be the same. Perhaps you're simply greedy. Perhaps you don't want to have to jump between all of them. Or perhaps you have fallen so deep and so hard that the thought of being parted breaks your heart. You didn't want to tell him that you feared living without him, or any of the other members; that your world will stop turning and your heart will be so broken it'll never heal. Every relationship you had ended, whether painfully or amicably. You didn't want yours with the boys to end. Never. Ever.

"No, I won't," he said. "Even if I did meet another woman someday, I wouldn't love her the way I love you. I'd never do that to you. You're so special to me," he pecked your lips. "To all of us…but mostly me…even if you're Hongjoong biased."

You laughed at the last part and kissed him again. "I'm a group stan. I told you that," you laughed, nuzzling his nose.

"Eh," he said unconvinced, "The fact that you let him cum inside you tells me differently."

"That was one time," you exclaimed, laughing at his smirk.

Then, that dark lust came to his eyes, "Maybe tonight I can cum in you too? I love thinking about my cum dripping from that tight ass to your pussy-"

"-San!" You gasped at the lewd statement, but didn’t stop him from leaning into your neck.

"I love doing anal with you-" he murmured against your skin as he kissed you.

"-San-" they knew what dirty talk did to you, and it was working now.

"-Your ass is so tight and soft," he continued, hunger slipping into his tone. "The only thing I love more is your wet, sensitive pussy."

"San, maybe we should wait until we get home, yeah?" you said, gripping onto his shirt sleeve to keep yourself still. His arm flexed under your touch, and you gripped him. That alone made your thighs squeeze together, even with his hands starting to roam them again.

When your phone pinged to notify you that the cab arrived, you guided San outside and let him get into the cab first. Unlike most, the cab driver didn't put the inside light on. This meant San's hands could wander your body freely. You tried not meeting the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror as San pulled your legs over his lap. A hint of embarrassment came when you realized he might be watching, and did not want to confirm it. San captured your lips into another kiss, deeper than the last, with his tongue slipping over yours. The taste of the copious amounts of soju fueled this new kiss; you felt yourself becoming intoxicated all over again. Heat rose to your neck and to cheeks as he palmed your chest. The touch of your tongues caused a soft moan that encouraged San further.

“Love you so damn much,” he muttered between kisses. He slipped a hand beneath your skirt, gripping the top of your thigh and massaging a thumb there. “I can’t wait until we’re alone.”

“Sannie-ah…” you nervously looked over to the driver, and noticed the white earbuds he wore. Is that safe? You were sure it wasn’t, but he must be used to couples in his backseat.

“You sound so cute when you say my name like that,” he groped your inner thigh close to your sex. “Keep saying it like that.”

He tugged down the collar of your turtleneck to plant kisses there. The hand on your thighs went up to your chest, cupping your breast underneath your jacket. You whined his name again, and he gave a low growl. Nearly sitting in his lap, you felt a familiar bulge press to the backs of your thighs and couldn’t resist pushing against it. The slight touch of his fingers brushing your pussy brought out another gasp. The very tips of his fingers rolled around the top of your sex; they purposefully kept their pressure light, almost ghostly in how they traced your slit. You couldn’t help continuing to grind into his groin; the low groans he let out enticed you further. You wanted him badly. With the influence of soju and San’s hard body, your hesitation broke down piece by piece.

“You just wait until I can get these off you,” San said in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth for a soft tug. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re absolutely cock drunk from it,” he continued rubbing your pussy and watching you struggle to keep yourself together. “You won’t be able to string a coherent sentence together when I’m done with you.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you sighed, pecking down his neck. “You know me well enough to make it happen.”

He smirked, “Indeed, I do.” He pinched your chin so you looked at him, “I love you, YN. So much. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. I’d never trade you for anything in the world.”

This small declaration of love confused you, but you chalked it up to his drunkenness taking over. He kissed you one more time, tongue sliding on your lower lip before he spoke again.

“You mean a lot to us,” he whispered, dipping his fingers further down to cup your entire sex, “And to me. When I met you, I never thought…never thought you’d want me.”

“You’re kidding,” you laughed, eyes falling closed at his touches. You started kissing along his jawline, going down to his neck. Inhaling the cologne clinging to his clothes and skin, you became nearly drunk off it alone. “How could I not want The Choi San?” you giggled between kisses, “Sex Appeal of Ateez?”

He snickered at your words. “No, I’m not. You're beautiful, and older and more mature than me. You suit Hongjoong-hyung or Seonghwa-hyung better,” he said. “So, when you kissed me on our date,” he stopped touching you, “It was the happiest moment in my life. I couldn’t believe that not only did I debut as an idol, but I had this gorgeous woman telling me she wanted me to touch her.” In the half light of the city outside, you saw him observing your features, “You do remember that day, right?”

“I do,” you grinned, going back to kissing and grinding on him as the taxi went through the streets. “You were so cute. I never thought you’d be the shy type.”

“I was around you. I think we all were. Going on dates as a group was fine until I was actually alone with you,” he went back to circling your pussy, “And having to pretend I didn’t notice what you were wearing.”

You smirked to yourself, “You mean that crop top and shorts?”

“That one,” he groaned pathetically, “I didn’t want you to think I was a pervert, so I tried not looking but…oh my god, Noona…” he exhaled deeply, “You looked so good. You always do. You could be wearing anything, and I get weak.” He pressed his thumb to your clit, and you thought you might lose control right then. “I remember wanting to rip it all off you, and fuck you right there in the tent.”

“And I remember noticing,” you nipped at the base of his throat, which made him hiss sharply, “Noticing how you kept your eyes on mine? How you opened doors for me just to watch me walk through them? I kept hoping you’d at least kiss me.”

“Well, now you don’t have to hope,” he sneered, pecking your lips, “Because all I do is kiss you.”

Your first date alone with San. You remembered it fondly: a nice picnic date near the Han River, where you went bike riding and sat in the park. You smiled in your next kiss. You recalled him renting a tent for the park, where you both bought snacks and sat in the shade. You talked for ages while he played music from his phone. It’d been a sweet day with a younger, slimmer San who hadn’t grown so much yet. You kissed him deeply as you thought about it. You’d thought he’d at least kiss you, but San hardly touched you. Perhaps he had first date nerves, since then the following date, he kissed you on the beach underneath a blanket of stars.

Thankfully, the cab reached your street before anything was taken out. San, too preoccupied with keeping his hands on your body, hadn’t noticed the cab stopping. Your cheeks burning hotly, you took money from your purse to pay the cab driver, then slid off San’s lap. He nearly chased you to the building’s front doors, crashing into you from behind while you pressed the elevator button. The only person within viewing distance was the building’s security guard, who appeared far too focused on the screens at his desk.

“Did you have to wear so many clothes?” San asked, already untucking your shirt before the doors even opened. “Are you trying to torture me?”

“It’s cold outside,” you pouted, kissing his lips. “Did you want me to freeze just so you can see my tits?”

“I would’ve kept them warm,” he smiled, the words making both of you laugh.

His arms went around you the moment the elevator doors opened. Wrapped in San’s arms all the senses hit you at once. His soft hands roamed from front to your backside, a gentle squeeze making you jump and giggle into the kiss. His cologne, not as strong as before, mingled with his natural scents and the alcohol on his breath. You could taste his drinks on your tongue, as well as him tasting your own. You felt yourself becoming intoxicated by him as he pushed you against the elevator wall. A rush of adrenaline went through you realizing at any point during this ride, someone may stop the elevator to get in. You thought of someone walking in as San’s lips fell to your neck, kissing and sucking softly and his hands grabbing your ass. Your pussy throbbed imagining it. They’d be surprised to see San lifting one leg to his waist and standing between your thighs. This position encouraged you to brush into his groin, where you felt a small hardness beginning to form. His moans tickled your neck, and you couldn’t help giggling as your eyes fell shut.

“You feel so damn good,” he groaned, the elevator getting closer and closer to your floor.

“You do too.”

You smirked and ran your hand down your front of his shirt to his crotch. There, you cupped the bulge pressing to your sex and heard him moan. Gently, you caressed his length as it grew harder and harder. The rough fabric of his jeans kept you from really feeling him, and your mouth watered thinking of what’s underneath them. San’s breathing became heavier when he felt you unbuckle his belt with one hand, and he slipped his hands underneath your skirt. Your skin prickled at the cold fingers brushing your warm cheeks, kneading them delicately. It added a new sensation to your arousal, along with sticking your own hand between jeans and boxers. San pushed up to your hand when you did this. His cock twitched at your chilled hand, causing him to moan into your mouth in the next kiss.

“I want it,” you whimpered between kisses, still rubbing him from base to tip and back. “Please, Sannie-ah, let me have it. I want it so badly, please?”

“I’ll give it to you right here, if you want,” he chuckled. He turned you around suddenly, pinning you flat to the wall as he lifted the back of your skirt. He hummed approval when he saw the lace and satin lavender bottoms through your see through tights. Unfortunately, they kept a smooth barrier between you and him.

“Hm, it seems we both had the same idea.”

“I like to wear something pretty when one of you takes me out,” you admitted, pushing into his bulge again. “It makes me feel sexy.”

“You could wear the cheapest underwear money can get,” he said, giving your ass a sharp smack so you yelped, “And you’d still look so fucking sexy."

You trembled once he sunk to the floor. A slight pinch to the seam of your tights was followed by a loud rip.

"San!" You laughed in surprise, a soft whine suddenly cutting you off.

"I love your ass, you know that?" He asked, tearing them further so a large hole gave him access to you. "I fuck you from behind just to watch it bounce on me."

You gasped when he cupped both cheeks to spread them. This only made your panties go further in, so your buttocks stuck out. You should've worn a thong, you thought idly. San is one of the few members who takes every possible chance to grope, pinch, or smack your ass. Him palming and rubbing you there caused your sex to throb inside your panties. It clenched and unclenched to grab onto something, anything, that'll bring you pleasure. San knew this, and wasted no time in sliding his hand between your thighs. Kissing trails up your ass, he kept one hand massaging your pussy. A soft whine left your lips when he pushed your panties aside to slide his fingers over the soaked folds. The very nub of your clit feels sensitive, hard and stiff to the fingers pressing on it. You couldn’t help squirming in front of San, who took the chance to slide two fingers inside you. The both of you groaned in unison: you from the smooth fingers filling you, and San from feeling your tight walls pull him in. He gradually started with a few pumps, and you arched your back to stick your ass in his face.

“Isn’t that what you really want?” you whimpered, “My ass?”

“Absolutely.”

You squealed when he shoved his tongue right to your hole. Sticky and wet, it slid around the rim slowly as he fingered you. The sounds the two sensations brought became soft breaths in the steel box. Flustered, embarrassed whines that blushed at the man eating your ass.

“Should’ve made you wear a plug,” his voice was muffled by the cheeks on his face. He used his free hand to pull one aside and gently traced the rim again, “Your ass always looks so pretty with that little gem plug you have.”

He means the heart-shaped plug he kept in his room. He’d bought it specifically for you to use with him. Many, many pictures on his phone feature that same plug stuck between your ass cheeks. He kept his fingers probing you at the same delicate pace as his tongue, and you thought you might finish right there.

However, this pleasure ended once the elevator doors opened to your floor.

San guided you out of the elevator and into the hallway. Being nearly one in the morning, neither of you ran into anyone as you kissed and fondled each other to the front door. You could feel cold air going up your skirt, which added to the fires in your stomach. Seonghwa and Mingi should be sleeping right now, so you wouldn’t be disturbing anyone when San unlocked the door behind you to let you in. The entry light left on, you saw San clearly as he quickly removed his coat, and then yours. In your alcoholic haze, you both struggled to remove your shoes as you walked into the apartment. Nothing slow or gentle as your hunger for each other grew throughout the place. Walking past Seonghwa’s room, you entered San’s with a swift close of the door.

“San!” you squeaked when he nearly tossed you onto his bed.

“Shh,” he muttered, pulling your sweater off to see your bra underneath. “Mingi’s next door. We wouldn’t want to wake him up, would we?”

Your jaw dropped when he removed his own shirt, showing off the chiseled, defined body he worked hard to maintain. You ran your hands over his stomach and chest, taking in soft, relaxed muscles against your fingertips before going to his loose belt. You settled yourself on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer. Standing in front of you, San hastily pulled down his pants and boxers, and you didn't hesitate to reach for him.

You didn't need tons of light to see San's length. Casted in shadows from his angle, you still saw the thick shaft and spongy head of his cock. You stroked him a few times before he straddled your lap, putting his dick within inches of you. You ran your tongue up the underside vein, which you imagined pumping blood further and making him harder. San helped you unclasp your bra right away, the lacy fabric falling away while you kissed his tip. He groaned seeing your breasts exposed, and you took the chance to lick over his member again. You continued doing it to hear the erotic moans falling from San’s lips. You could tell he forced himself to stay still as you wet him with your tongue. San always did his best to keep things comfortable for you, sometimes at the expense of his own arousal. Unlike Hongjoong, he had difficulty holding himself back. The smooth skin tightened further the longer you flicked and teased him; you gave gentle sucks underneath the head where it is most sensitive. You'd been about to take the tip in your mouth before San leaned back and sat on the bed.

"Come here," he said, indicating you should come to him, which you did.

You laid down across the bed where he sat against the pillows, and hovered over his flushed length. Sinking your mouth onto his tip, you tasted the throbbing veins against your tongue and beads of precum leaking from him. A hand around his base, you moved as far down as your throat allowed and moaned around it. San did his best to keep down his groaning, panting and whining as you sucked him lightly. You loved how he sounded; it stroked your ego knowing you could do this to him. You pulled him from your mouth, saliva on your chin, as you stroked him with both hands; one rolling over his head while the other stroked his shaft. The twinges of pain mixed with pleasure turned San into a mewling mess, his grip on the sheets tightening as your hands worked him easily. In the half light, you could see his length glistening as your hand coated him in his own precum. It stuck to your hand, and you couldn’t help smearing it over his sensitive balls. When you started sucking his tip and moving your hand in a twisting motion, the needy whimpers became music to your ears.

You jumped suddenly when he pulled your skirt up over your torn tights. Long fingers slid up and down the crack of your ass, occasionally dipping further to your pussy, through your underwear. You couldn't help raising your hips to get more of San’s hand, but he kept it so light you thought you might go insane. Soft fingers then pushed the panties to the side, and pressed into the bundle of wetness between your folds. He spread it around with his fingers, occasionally brushing over your clit and entrance each time he circles it. You kept milking him with your hand and mouth just to hear him mutter and grit his teeth in every burst of pleasure. The combination of your mouth and your sex turned San desperate for more relief, having him pushing into you while he kept you still by the hair. His fingers took the same careful pace, eventually sliding two inside to fill you.

“How’s that?” he asked breathily. “Is this okay, angel?”

“Yes,” you panted, pushing back into his fingers. “Go faster. Please?”

“Faster, huh?” he smirked, “Like this?”

Suddenly, those two fingers pumped in and out quickly. They prodded deep inside you, curling and wiggling the tip each time they went in. Thankfully, you kept yourself muffled with his dick so neither of you woke anyone up. San occasionally stopped to withdraw his fingers and gently rolled them around before plunging back inside. They all knew how much you liked the teasing motion, and now used it whenever possible. In return, you knew San loved your ass, so you occasionally shook it for him to slip out and give it a light smack.

“Again,” you muttered, slowly jerking him as you whimpered. “Again…do it harder…”

So he did. San started switching between swatting your ass to swatting your cunt. Each hit sparked arousal inside you that fueled your own need. Your cheeks felt tender and hot by the time you lifted your head from his lap to capture his lips. San never pulled away from your kisses. Never.

"I want to ride it," you said, playing with his head with one hand. "Please, Sannie-ah?"

"You don't need my permission, baby." He lifted you until you knelt upwards, and said, "Here, let’s make you more comfortable first.”

Laying you on your back, San shed off the last bits of clothing you wore. It reminded you briefly of the orgy again, and you reached out to undress him too. You worried for a moment that your collective sighs and moans might’ve disturbed Mingi or Seonghwa, but when nobody came to the door, you didn’t worry about it too much. Once you were both fully naked, San sat up with you in his lap. He fished for the condom in his bedside drawer while you planted kisses up and down his neck, eager for more of him.

It took you only a minute to unwrap and roll on the condom for him. You immediately rubbed the tip on your throbbing sex before sinking onto it. San and you both held back the moans of relief in the quiet room, but you weren’t sure how long that would last. Not with the way San’s cock filled you completely, and the way it stretched you enough for you to feel him there. Hands braced on his muscular shoulders, you bounced carefully on San as you both lost yourself in drink and lust. The light smacking of skin on skin sounded in the room, adding more noise to your moaning, and you went faster. San’s hands once again went behind your back to your ass, and held onto it while you rode him.

“You really love my ass, don’t you?” you chuckled, bending down to kiss him as you whirled your hips around.

“I do,” he groaned in the kiss, licking at your bottom lip. “Ever since I saw that picture of you,” he said, “The one of you half-dressed on the bed and-and you could see your ass in those lace panties.” He tugged on the lip softly, then whispered, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and all the things I wanted to do to you.”

You remembered your portfolio photos. Every agency required Companions to have headshots or photos of themselves in their portfolios to send to interested clients. Sungmi, your agent, told you that having a few risque photos never hurt anyone. Most Companions chose beach photos, but you thought bedroom shots might appear more intimate. You wore a satin robe in most of them, only giving hints to the lingerie underneath. One such photo depicted you lying on your stomach, the curves of your body perfectly visible in the angle, and the robe only a few inches over your bottom. Thinking about it now, you realized you haven’t seen that photo since KQ returned the booklet back to you.

“Like fuck me after a night drinking?” you sneered, going between grinding and riding him fully to see his eyes roll back. “Like this?”

“Ye-yes,” he breathed, smacking your ass again. “But, you’re usually facing away from me…”

You knew then what he wanted, and you’d give it to him. Sliding off him for a few moments, you turned your back to him and let him slide back into you. In this new position, your toes curled and you gripped his knees tightly. You certainly felt him now, and your jaw clenched tight to keep the volume down. San put his hands on your waist to guide you at the steady pace he wanted, despite how torturous it’d be for you both. It became difficult to keep your voice down in the sleeping dorm the moment things picked up, and the heat burned too hot to simmer down. The moans you’d give became small squeals held back by your pursed lips, every stroke getting you closer to nearly losing yourself.

"Don't be quiet," San said, gripping your waist and pushing up into you rapidly. "I want them to hear you. Let them know how good I'm making you feel."

"But Sannie…" you looked over your shoulder, pouting at him and slowing your pace to gentle rocking, "What if we wake them up?"

"Good," he smirked, slapping your ass again. "They wake me up when they fuck you in their rooms." He went back to forcing himself into you, skin slapping skin in the process. When you started letting your moans go, he went faster, "That's it. Just like that. Let them hear you, baby."

"San, San," you huffed out his name, leaning forward and bouncing on him steadily, "San, that feels so good. Please, don't stop."

"Oh yeah? This feels good, baby?" He started kneading and palming your ass, and occasionally swiping his thumb over your hole. "What about that? That too?"

"Mhm," you nodded.

"I didn't hear you, angel. You need to speak up a bit."

"Yes!" You whimpered, rutting against him when your thighs started burning. "Yes, it does."

You're sure at least Mingi could hear you by now. San's bed knocked into the wall behind you each time you bounced, and nothing held you back from saying his name. When San reached your g-spot in the right angle, you started rubbing your clit on your own for an extra dose of pleasure. He didn't stop you like most members might. He pulled your back to his chest, knees drawing up to lift your legs into the air, and locked you against him. This new position arched your back and squeezed your eyes closed. San put one hand around your throat, neither squeezing or restricting you, and the other on your clit.

"Say my name," he grunted, thrusting as deep as he could, "Say my name, baby."

"San," you breathed, unable to fathom the amount of pleasure coursing inside you, "Sannie-ah, San…"

"Keep going. Say it while you cum on my cock."

And you did. In a few more strokes right into your core, you came. You held on tightly to the arms wrapped around you, fingers pressing into his muscles, as your orgasm rolled through you. You huffed, panted and whined out his name as you knew he liked, reminding him who was making you feel this amazing. Even when your clit started pinching from sensitivity, San kept going.

"Sannie-ah," you whimpered to him, "That feels so good, please don't stop."

"I-I won't, baby," he assured you, kissing your neck.

As you came down from your high, a voice broke the momentary silence.

'-Say my name, say my name, say my naaaame-'

The familiar track came muffled from the room next to San’s, and you couldn't help laughing at it. Mingi must not be asleep after all. It took San a minute to recognize the song, and he suddenly burst into a laugh. He slipped out of you and you rolled to face him.

"That bastard," he laughed, the song continuing into the chorus.

You shook your head as you laughed with him. "I think we woke him up."

"Well, he better find earplugs," he started repositioning himself so his head was near your sex, "Because I'm far from done with you."

He brought one thigh onto his head and buried his face into your sopping sex. You saw his dick, no longer in a condom, leaking in front of you and reached for it. San kept one knee up so you could take him even further into your mouth. The combination of him rolling his tongue on your sensitive sex, and his dick touching the back of your throat brought on another wave of arousal. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning around his tip each time it sunk into your mouth, nor could you help grinding into his face for more of his tongue. Mingi continued playing the song, and no doubt laughed about his own joke. You managed to block it out when San flicked his tongue between your clit and your entrance, brushing on the former until you firmly sucked him off.

"You want me to put your plug in, babe?" He asked, pecking kisses on your thigh.

"Please."

"Roll over for me."

You rolled onto your stomach and lifted your ass into the air as San rifled around in a box under the bed. Since the move from the dorm, the members split up the toys everyone used in the gray box. Yunho had his own collection, but not all the members were as enthusiastic as him. San found the heart-shaped gem in his own box, and brought it onto the bed. After making sure you were comfortable on a stack of pillows, San took up the lube from the bed and used the silver plug to rub it over you. You rocked back and forth whenever he pushed the very tip inside, muttering about how much you needed him there. This only caused him to pull away, or lightly tap it between your cheeks. He kissed up your back to your shoulder, then pressed his lips to your ear as he pushed it into your ass. You gave a breathy whimper when it fully entered you, and you thought you might cum from just him brushing on you alone.

"That feels good, huh?" He asked smugly. He started pushing and pulling the toy, and you wriggled your hips. "Answer me."

"It does," you muttered. "It really does, Sannie." You grinded into his cock, feeling it up on the slick folds, "But don't you want to fill up both my holes?"

"Oh, how could I forget?" He cooed, grabbing a new condom. "We wouldn't want to leave you empty, would we?"

You heard him unwrap the packet, and waited until you jumped, feeling him slide inside. On the other side of the wall, you heard Mingi replay the song a second time. You buried your face in the pillow, your amusement mingling with the pleasure inside you. San pumped into you a few times before he noticed.

"Are you laughing?" He asked, laughing with you.

"I'm sorry," you giggled. "It's funny."

"Is this funny too?" He rested over you, and began slamming himself into you quickly as the bed began knocking into the wall. "Hm, is it?"

"No, Sannie," you cried, biting back more laughter. "No, it's not."

"I don't know," he buried his face into your shoulder to stifle his chuckles, "It sounds like you think it is."

'Say my name, say my name, say my naaame.'

Both of you couldn't control your laughter. "But don't stop," you rolled your hips into his, "Please, Sannie-ah?"

"I won't, baby. Don't worry."

Suddenly, the music stopped. San continued pumping into you, and you easily went back to the rhythm before another song came on.

'Hey, don't stop all night long! So you and I can't stop!'

"Is he purposefully skipping through them?" San said, keeping himself buried inside you.

"I think so," you panted, putting his arms around you so he fully rested on top of you. Your bodies connected together, the anal plug being tapped by his pubic bone, you turned your head to his ear, "But don't pay attention to him. Focus on me…me and my tight pussy…"

"I am, baby," he kissed your cheek softly, "I definitely am." His hands slipped between you and the plush pillows underneath, giving them a soft squeeze. "You looked so hot in that video," he grunted, going back to his rough pace, sending shocks of pain and pleasure through you, "I couldn't stop looking at you... I would've fucked you right there, if you'd asked."

Yes, the 'Don't Stop' music video. You often made cameos in your boyfriends' music videos, playing as small side characters that add to the overall lore of their universe. Usually, you played some kind of helpful character that doubled as a love interest. In 'Don't Stop', you were a friendly pawn shop owner who helped the members get a deed to their pirate ship. You'd worn a tank top under a cropped jacket…

And shorts. Very small, very tight shorts that you had glued down so they did not ride up.

"Bet it was my ass you kept looking at, huh?" You hadn't been in the same scene as San, but he watched the footage later. "You love watching my ass any chance you get." You clenched your walls around him, gaining a low groan from him. "My round, tight ass that you love spanking?"

"Yes, baby," he said, pushing the plug like a button, "Yes, it was. I couldn't help it."

You muffled your moans with the pillow as he started going faster. Dissatisfied with this, San grabbed your hair and yanked your head up so you had no choice but to add your moans to the sounds in the apartment. The knocking headboard went into competition with Mingi’s stereo, and yours and San's groans soon joined in. Your fingers dug into the satin pillows underneath you, unable to contain the orgasm both his cock and the toy teased into the open. San pounded you quickly, grunting and growling as he came closer to his own climax. Both of you became so lost in your own pleasures that you didn't hear a door opening somewhere outside. All of a sudden Mingi’s stereo turned off, and hushed voices began arguing before Mingi’s door closed again.

"San-ah!" Seonghwa pounded on the bedroom door, "Finish her off and go to sleep! We have work in the morning!"

"Fuck, he's right," San gritted, keeping the same pace.

He wasn't wrong. You had dance classes to give in the afternoon, and you liked to be well rested before handling a group of toddlers.

“Sannie-ah,” you squeaked, kneeling up and putting his hands on your chest, “I want you to cum. I like hearing you cum.”

“I’m going to, baby,” he said, bottoming up into you and still playing with your anal plug, “I’m so fucking close. Your pussy feels so…so…fuck-ah!”

Both of you came quickly. You supposed the constant interruptions and the pressure had each of you bursting immediately. Shakily, you gradually climbed down from your high and collapsed onto his bed. Sweat beaded your forehead, and you could feel the exhaustion in your muscles. The plug inside you became uncomfortable once your body settled down, but you felt too tired to remove it. Luckily, San didn't mind doing it for you. You remained still in his arms while he gingerly pulled it from you, planting gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks. You sighed in relief when it came out, still feeling it there but you knew the sensation would go away.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling the covers over you to keep away the chill.

"About what?"

"Not going longer," he said, bringing you closer to him. "I don't like doing it too quickly."

"Sannie-ah," you laughed, resting beside him, "We felt each other up in the cab on the way here. You ripped my perfectly good tights and fingered me and ate my ass in an elevator. You brought me home; I gave you a blowjob, I rode you, we 69-ed, and you fucked me from behind with a plug in my ass. How on earth is that not enough?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. He kissed you again, "I like fucking you until you can't think straight. I don't want to leave you unsatisfied."

"Not every time has to be porn quality, San," you assured him. "I'm more than satisfied, trust me." You kissed him again, then found energy to slip from the bed. "Besides, we have things to do tomorrow."

He sighed, "You're right."

You pecked his lips, then grabbed a duvet from nearby to wrap around yourself. "I'm gonna wash up, then I'll come back."

"Fine," he said, settling into a comfortable position and shutting his eyes.

Leaving San in his room, you went across the hall to the bathroom. In the white tiled room, you found the small toiletry bag you kept in each apartment and began removing your smudged makeup. So much for waterproof mascara. When you finished, and started tying up your hair, someone knocked. You assumed it'd be San, so you said:

"Come in."

It wasn't San. Mingi opened the door a crack to see you standing naked in front of the glass shower door, waiting on the water to warm up. His eyes swept over you, putting every inch of you to memory before walking to the toilet. You could see the hint of sleepiness in his eyes and immediately felt guilty.

"I'm sorry we woke you," you told him. "I tried being quiet, but San…"

"It's okay," he mumbled. He tugged down the front of his pants right as you stepped into the shower. "I don't blame you."

"I still feel bad about it," you closed your eyes as the gentle fall of water soothed your warm skin. "We had a bit too much to drink, and he always gets touchy with me when he drinks."

Mingi finished with the toilet and turned to wash his hands. "I'm not upset with you, angel. I like listening to you get absolutely wrecked by someone else. Just not at two in the morning."

"I'm sorry," you repeated, grabbing a small body wash bottle. "To be fair, you did blast music that completely threw us off."

"I thought it might speed things up."

"Did it have to be that song, though?" You smiled, the lyrics playing in your head once again.

"I thought it'd be funny."

"Well, your plan worked because I barely concentrated."

You saw him turn around and lean on the sink. "Did you cum?"

You shook your head, recognizing the lustful drawl in his voice. "I did. Twice."

You heard the door behind you open, and Mingi scanned over your nude form again. "Good," he said, eyes on your breasts, "I wouldn't have minded helping you get there if he hadn't."

"Go to bed, Mingi," you sneered, sliding the door closed once more. "You need to sleep."

"I'm right next door," he replied, walking away, "If you want a third one."

"Goodnight, Mingi-ah."

"I wouldn't mind-"

"-Goodnight, Mingi," you said more firmly, keeping the amusement out of your voice.

"Night."

You shook your head and laughed, then finished washing up. Pulling the duvet over your body again, you peeked into a bedroom down the hall. Seonghwa laid on his back in his bed, about to put on his fluffy headphones before he saw you opening the door. He smirked at you.

"Is it my turn?" He joked, smiling at you.

"No," you stuck out your tongue at him, "I came to say 'goodnight'. I'm sorry if we woke you up."

"I have another way you can say goodnight to me." He sat up, "You two woke me up from such a good sleep. I don't know if it'll be easy for me to get back into it now. I think I might need a special sleeping method to help me, you know, clear my head."

"Try some soothing sounds," you said. "Goodnight, Seonghwa."

"Night, love."

You left his room and went back to San, who'd fallen asleep waiting on you. Kissing his shoulder, you slithered back into the bed and wrapped your arms around him from behind. He gave a grumbled sound of content, putting his arm over yours and you snuggled closer. Basking in his warm touch, you drifted off to sleep before you even realized. You should have known a night out drinking with San would end this way.

Your boyfriends have a hard time keeping their hands to themselves.

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