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gimmeurtmi · 7 months

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kinktober day five — hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

tags: friends to lovers (kinda), kinktober series, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, nude drawings, fingering, masturbation, use of “pretty”, lmk if i forgot anything!

inspo: uni student hyunjin but make it art

kink: exhibitionism

{ wc: 2522 }

It was a strange thing to be offered, but it was also flattering to be seen as a suitable candidate. The art department had reached out to a number of students to act as models for their sketch class—and you were one of them. It probably helped that your best friend, Hyunjin, was taking that class and you were sure he was the one to mention your name first.

He had asked you a few times to model for him and the only time you said yes was when you found a thrilling show to watch while you modelled; it was easier to stay still with your mind so occupied.

So you said yes.

And only then did the teacher tell you there was a catch.

“Nude?” You all but screamed.

“I know you and Mr. Hwang are close so I can pair you two together—but if you’re more comfortable modelling for a female student that’s fine too. Either way, you won’t be able to participate until you sign the forms.”

You looked at the consent forms in your hand, mulling it over for a few moments still. Modelling for a girl would be more comfortable, but you didn’t know anyone that took Art and being naked in front of a stranger was far more nerve wracking to you.

You called Hyunjin right away. He assured you he’d make sure you’re comfortable and that you didn’t have to agree at all and that he would buy you lunch for a week. He needed a good score on this assignment and he, too, didn’t feel all that comfortable sketching a stranger under those circumstances.

So you signed the forms.

You decided to use your room for the assignment, for privacy reasons and to help you feel more at ease. Nothing could be too scary with your supportive plushies in the same room as you.

Hyunjin walked in with his iced Americano (a second one for you, too) and started setting up his station.

He put all his pens and pencils in order, three huge erasers, two sharpeners, and his giant sketchbook. It was so big you guessed the sketch would end up being life sized.

As he set everything up, you fiddled nervously with the string of your robe. It was just your bathrobe, nothing too special, but the whole situation made your heart race and there was sweat gathering on your forehead.

You weren’t so sure if you could do this after all.

“Hyune,” you start, “does it have to be completely nude?”

He looked up at you from where he was straightening his pencils, eyes boring into you. You swallowed.

“Those are the requirements,” he caught his bottom lip between his teeth before he adds, “do you wanna put on some underwear as a warm-up?”

“Do you need sketches of me in my underwear?” You purse your lips.

“Not really,” he says, bashfully, “but if it’ll be an easier start for you?”

You inhale deeply. Untie your bathrobe. Exhale.

You let the fabric fall off your shoulders, pooling at your feet, before you settle on your bed.

Hyunjin nods at you with a small smile, encouraging.

“You got this,” he tries, putting a fist up in the air in solidarity.

“Can I put on a podcast so I don’t get bored?” You say, conscious to not move your legs too far apart.

“Sure, it’ll probably take me a while,” he chuckles, “I need to do like five.”

“Oh, dear god,” you roll your eyes and Hyunjin laughs at you. The nerves you were feeling have all disappeared already—it actually isn’t too weird being naked in front of him.

He’s your closest friend, has seen you being sick after drinking too much, has seen all your embarrassing childhood photos, has seen you with bed head and delirious from no sleep. He’s seen it all—so it shouldn’t be too weird for him to see your tits, too.

Hyunjin directs your poses, the first one casual as you lay on your back. He’s only sketching your upper body, he says, from the neck to your bellybutton, so he lets you cover up your bottom half with a blanket so you aren’t too cold. The first pose is fun since you don’t have to do anything too strenuous.

Once he flips the page on his sketchbook to a new one he changes your pose. This time your profile is facing him, the leg closer to him bent to hide most of your body. You don’t get the privilege of warmth this time, and your butt starts hurting after ten minutes in this position. But you focus on the podcast that’s still playing in the background instead, trying to be a good model for Hyunjin.

For the third pose he gets up and moves the table to the very edge of your bed. You look at him questioningly as he does so, before you let out a small, “why?”

“It’s just that, well, I need a close up,” he whispered the last part, eyes focused on rearranging his pencils neatly.

“Of….?” You think you know the answer.

“Of you,” he says, pointedly, and so you understand.

You can’t help but think he was going too easy on you until now, that this was the real assignment and he didn’t want to scare you away. And perhaps it worked, because the thought of Hyunjin staring at your pussy with that amount of concentration doesn’t scare you as much as it would’ve twenty minutes ago.

It actually… excites you. You feel a tingle all around your stomach, and your heartbeat feels louder all of a sudden.

It was one thing to just be naked in front of Hyunjin, but having him look right at you, with his face frowned in concentration made your core flutter.

You nod timidly at Hyunjin’s questioning look before he smiles. He sits back down on his chair, grabbing his pencil, and getting to the task at hand.

You feel yourself getting wet at the amount of attention he’s giving your body—even if it’s just with his eyes—and you hope he doesn’t notice it. But you do, and with your legs spread the way he asked them to be, you can even smell your own arousal. You hope he isn’t close enough to notice it as well, but you have a feeling that hope is futile. He can definitely tell.

“I read a lot about this once we were given the assignment,” he starts, focusing solely on his sketchbook as he talks, “and sometimes models feel.. you know. So don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m…” you wanted to defend yourself, because you weren’t even that embarrassed. Just surprisingly turned on. “Okay.”

“It would be more embarrassing for you if you were a guy, guys can’t hide it,” he says, as if to make you feel better.

“I don’t think I can hide anything from you right now,” you scoff at him. Hyunjin giggles in response.

He lets another five minutes or so go by before he takes a look at his drawing. You can’t be too sure because you’ve never seen yourself so close before but it looks like a good sketch. A really good one. You’re flattered at the attention to detail and it doesn’t make you feel shy anymore. You’re almost proud.

“When I was reading,” he coughs, “there was someone who said it’s nicer to sketch those body parts after.. a.. well,”

“You’ve just stared at my vagina for twenty minutes straight, Hyune, surely you can get some words out.”

He looks up at you, eyes round and glossy. His plush bottom lip is slightly red from where he’s been sucking on it as he draws.

“Female genitalia is a beautiful subject to draw after the model has experienced sexual gratification.”

You burst out laughing. “Who talks like that?”

“That’s a direct quote from the article!” He defends.

“So you want me to sexually gratify myself?”

He blushes deeply at that, shaking his hands quickly. “Not if that’s weird! Just if you wanted to. I have enough to probably pass I was just curious if she was right about it and—“

The words die on his tongue when you bring your hand between your legs. Your actions are fuelled by a strange bravery you aren’t familiar with, and the insane amount of arousel that’s coursing through you.

He quickly gets up, turning his eyes away from you.

“Wait, I can leave and you can call me back in when you’re d—“

“—don’t,” you say, running your fingers up and down your wetness, “maybe you can draw the process, too?”

His eyes go wide, so wide he almost looks like a cartoon, before he’s fumbling around to find the chair again. He sits down, quickly grabbing his pencils but they all fall onto the floor in his clumsy urge to get drawing right away.

He recovers them quickly, setting them aside but not at all bothering to arrange them in his neat order like before.

“Yeah, good idea,” he finally says, trying his best to look and draw and breathe at the same time.

He doesn’t have time to draw you teasing yourself before you slip two of your fingers inside you.

The sight is so pretty, so beautiful, and Hyunjin freezes for a moment. He blinks once then twice before he quickly starts putting pencil to paper and sketching out the sight before him.

He knows he won’t be able to do any of it justice but he has to try.

“Can you, move a little less?” He asks after a moment or two.

“I won’t reach sexual gratification if I don’t move,” you explain with a chuckle. If you’re honest, having Hyunjin watching you touch yourself might be enough to get you to cum without much movement at all—but you aren’t sure he should know about all that.

“Yeah, but it’s fucking beautiful and I want to get the details right,” he says.

You exhale lightly at that, trying not to react too much to what he just said. You aren’t sure if he can see you clench around your own fingers or not, but you nod in agreement.

“Pull them out a little bit, just so I can see better,” he directs, so simply, as if he isn’t talking about your fingers deep inside your cunt.

You follow his directions dutifully, as you’ve done all afternoon.

It’s just half of your fingers now, which isn’t much, but you can still feel the stretch. Still, with no friction available to you it makes you needy. So needy.

You want to move your fingers more, you want Hyunjin to watch you do more.

“Hyune,” you say, softly.

“Yeah?” He asks, still concentrating on his task.

“Wanna move now,”

“Just a few final details, okay?” He adds in a whisper, “you’re so beautiful,”

“Hyunjin, please,” you let out, because his compliment isn’t helping your patience at all.

“Would it help if you moved for a bit and then went back to the same pose?” He offers, eyes swimming in sympathy.

“It would, yes,” you nod quickly.

“Go on, then, just for a bit,” he smiles, supportive, before his gaze goes back to his sketch. He takes an eraser, fixing up a few details in an attempt to give you some privacy. But you don’t want that at all.

“Hyunie,” you whine out, and his head snaps up in a second. “It’s no fun if you look away.”

“I, I’m trying not to,” his eyes jump between your face and your exposed pussy, then back to the page. “You should have some privacy.”

“Don’t want it,” you say quickly, fingers moving slowly in and out as he gives you a bit more attention, “want you to see this.”

“I wanna see it too,” he says quietly, “it’s so beautiful.”

“Then look at me,” your fingers move quicker now, your palm resting against your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure, “watch me fuck myself.”

“Fuck,” Hyunjin all but moans, head falling backwards before he quickly zeros in on your cunt.

You let your eyes scan down to his crotch, see the bulge he’s so clearly been trying to hide.

“Come here,” you ask him, patting the space next to you, “want you to really see me.”

Hyunjin almost flips the table over and runs to you, but instead he just trips over one of the legs, letting all the pencils fall again, before he’s climbing onto the bed.

He settles right in front of you, his knee touching your ankle, and lets himself fully gape at the sight in front of him.

“I looked through a lot of portraits you know,” he starts softly, his voice lower than usual, “and I think your pussy is the prettiest one.”

“Maybe it has something to do with the artist,” you smirk at him, mostly to try and hide how much you like him complimenting you.

“Not my sketch,” he’s quick to correct you, “the one here.”

As he says it, he brings his big hand on top of yours, pushing against your hand until your fingers go as deep as they can.

You moan loudly at that, jaw hanging open.

“That’s what you wanted, deep,” he confirmed to himself, looking at your knuckles disappearing into you. “Looks so nice like this, too.”

He grabs your wrist, lifting and pushing your hand in an impossible pace. Your fingers are sore from it after only a few seconds, but Hyunjin’s beautiful face is looking right at you and so you don’t do anything but moan.

“So pretty like this, too,” he says, slightly strained.

You grip his bicep, needing something to ground you as the pleasure starts building and building. It’s much more solid than he lets on, his arms big and strong and his grip on your hand tightening as your whines grow higher and higher until— “I’m gonna…”

“Want me to see it? Should I watch as you cum all over your fingers, pretty?”

And that’s all it takes for it to hit you at full force, your eyes shutting tightly as the pleasure takes over.

Hyunjin giggles at you, small dimples appearing by his cheeks as he averts his gaze away from you. He’s so beautiful even with his head turned away, looking for something.

He quickly finds it and grabs the tissues by your bed to hand you one. You quickly clean off your fingers as you giggle.

“Should you get back to drawing now?” You ask, breathless.

“Yes,” he nods, getting up with a very obvious tent in his pants. He adjusts himself as discreetly as he can, but a sense of pride takes over you knowing you’ve made him hard in the first place.

He gathers the pencils off the floor.

“Next I think I wanna draw your face when you cum, it’s really fucking gorgeous,” he says offhanded as he sketched out the outline of your cunt.

“I’ll have to cum again, no?” You mumble.

“That can be arranged,” he doesn’t even look up.

Your breathe catches in your throat.

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angelltheninth · 1 month

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5 and/or 11 from the recent writing prompt list for gojo, please, if you don't mind? 👀

You know I don't mind writing for my bae Gojo.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, grinding, clothed sex, making out, reunion kiss, flirting

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: Bit of angst here but nothing too bad, mostly smut.

11. Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

Almost a month. That's how long you and Gojo has been apart. You ran through the hall frantically, rushing to open that door and fall into his arms. More like crash against him this time but that didn't matter nearly as much as kissing him.

You pulled each other close, his hands scrambling to lock the door as best as he could with him being so occupied. After a few failed attempts he succeeded, following it up with grabbing your thighs and helping you wrap them around his lower back.

This freed his hands to travel across your body, groping and squeezing your breasts through your clothes, reaching back to your ass and guiding it down to grind against his pulsing bulge.

"Gojo, missed you." You moaned into his mouth, barely getting a word in between your tongues fighting for dominance. "I need you so bad right now."

"I missed you too babe. Felt like I was gonna go crazy without you there." It was a hard decision to split you two for missions but it was made after you got into way too many distractions which resulted in you nearly losing track of the demon. You were a new couple, very much in your horny honeymoon phase. Just so happened that you were also a very strong duo. Taking you off this mission made it take longer. "Shit. I won't last long. I couldn't touch myself for the whole week, my cock's about to fucking explode if I don't get all this cum out."

Gojo rarely complained like this, mostly because you had a very active sex life. Neither of you went neglected, all your needs met. "Come for me then." You grunted against his lips while rolling your hips and grabbing at his belt. Undoing his pants provided him some relief but it wasn't enough, it only made the stickiness between your thighs harder to ignore.

Neither of you had the self control to say quiet about your make out session, moaning and gasping into each other's mouth while Gojo's hips pick up speed, his cock now fully straining in his pants and leaving a dark spot on them.

"'Bout to come. Watch me come for you." Gojo moved you against the wall where you could lean back and enjoy the show he was putting on. His hands pushed your skirt up, smirking at how wet your underwear was. "Close too?"

You didn't trust your words so you nodded quickly, grabbing at the roots of his hair and pulling him close, lips so close but not touching, feeling each other getting closer to your inevitable release. Gojo let out one last strained groan as his cum dirtied his boxers, and moments later your hand as you stroked the last of his cum onto your hand.

He watched as that same hand pushed past your underwear and you rolled your hips against it, spreading the cum around your pussy and clit until your body shook against his. Gojo pulled you close, holding you through your high, "We have to make them let us go on missions again. This will drive me mad, I can't keep edging like this every time."

"I don't know, you get pretty wild when you're on edge." Your sadistic smile caused his cock to twitch again but his face was far from happy. "Oh relax! I'm kidding. I want to go on more missions with you too. But I don't think two new Sorcerer's will change anyone's mind."

That was the sad truth of your current position. After you got more field experience the decision might change. For now at least you'd have to learn to keep your hands to yourselves. It might be good for you to have some time apart if this frantic make out and dry humping session was any indication.

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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Practice

College Yan + Older Neighbor Reader [M + G.N]

Summary: A friend requests a favor from you after a rough night

Warning: Legal age gap, mentions of alcohol and drugs, emotional manipulation, groping

12 missed calls....

"..Hey, Y/n. Just realized you're probably still at work right now....l I just wanted to say thanks for everything. Without you - I don't think I'd be out here tonight.."

"Y/n - hey! Oh... just missed you I guess. I just arrived, and... honestly I'm really nervous. There's more people than I thought there'd be and I don't know anyone. You mind if I call again? Even if you don't answer - it's nice not being alone."

"Y/n... things are going pretty good so far. Someone just came up to me and handed me a cup. I've never drank before, but I have too many regrets already to have another. This goes out to you."

"Are you afraid of dying alone?.... it never crossed my mind until my grandad died a few years back. Nobody liked the guy so he just.... wasted away alone in his house. I don't want that to happen to me. I wish you were here."

"Y/n?.... fuck... please don't listen to that last message. Can you come pick me up? I sent the address to you earlier, but I forgot to tell you. I think I drank too much and I know it's late but... fuck."

"You're coming to pick me up...aren't you? You wouldn't leave me behind like everyone has... I'm so happy I-"

Message Saved.

You didn't need to hear the rest. Teddi was the sweetest guy you've met in recent years. A little rough around the edges, sure, but it's a given with everything he's been through. Once you cracked that shell, he revealed that dorky, loveable self of his who still cried when animals died in movies yet gushed for hours about his fascination with horror media as a whole. You thought you were doing the right thing by trying to get him out of his comfort zone - keep him from turning out like you.

Breathing through your teeth, you toss your phone into the passenger seat as you exit the vehicle. Beer glasses and someone's glasses left out in the field crunch beneath your feet as you cross the lawn up to the house and adjacent door. Poking your head through the crack; a sea of young adults and their peers overcrowd the living space - egging each other into boisterous acts and having the time of their new lives. Realistically you couldn't be a few years older than the older face in the crowd, but this wasn't your click. You walk up to the nearest, unattended person and tap them on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, looking for someone. Thick glasses, nose ring, blue...ish hair? Should've brought my phone out-"

"Oh!! You must be Ted's partner. Y/n - right?."

"We aren't dating. I'm their neighbor."

"My bad - he's just been talking about you all night so I thought - anyway, he's up on the roof. Said he needed the fresh air. Just head upstairs, the ladder to the attic should be right there.

"Alright. Thanks." You push past them and up the stairs - bracing your foot on the ladder rails that creek under your weight as you climb up into the attic. The room is foggy, musty fog filtered out the open door leading to the patio. You reject an offer for its source as politely as you could as you brush by the individuals occupying the space, pulling your shirt over your nose as you step out into the chilly night. Laying on a blanket made of someone else's coat, Teddi sits beneath the stars wearing the jacket you lent him about a week ago. He takes the blunt offered by a peer, breaking off its tip as he pulls it to his lips. You knock on the door frame twice - smoke violent exhausted from his nose and lungs as he turns around to see you.

"Y/n." Teddi staggers to his feet, legs tangled in his makeshift blanket as he trips and stumbles his way towards you. He sports a dopey grin, fixing your jacket to his shoulder. "Hey, we were just talking about you - this is.. uh.." He snapped his fingers. "Fuck."

"Trudy."

"Trudy! Right, haha - they're great, but not as great as you."

"That's great." You wrap an arm around their shoulder, turning them towards the door. "We're leaving."

Teddi slurs out a whine, leaning back - trying to pull you with him. "What? But you just got here. I wanna introduce you to everyone first."

"Maybe later. I need to get you home." Your right hand finds the small of his back, locking around his waist. "Car - now."

His pink face flushes further. "Okay...."

Loading Teddi into the car, his head slumps against the passenger window as you shut the door. The ride home is mostly quiet - his hand glued to your lap no matter how many times you nudge him away. His head rolls over to your shoulder and the alcohol on his breath fans your face as he speaks.

"Do you think somebody will ever love me, Y/n?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I meant someone tonight."

He studies your face. No twinge of jealousy or sadness. You almost looked relieved. He swallows, buring the ache as he continues. "I meant someone and.... I know they're way out of my league. Kind....smart....when they smile it's like the whole room lights up. We hadn't known each other for long, but they've always been there and... I can't imagine life without them now that they're here. Despite our differences I know we are meant for each other."

You ease your foot off the gas. "....Ted. You're a good kid. If I had known a guy like you back when I was your age I would have loved to get to know him."

Teddi sits upright, looking down as he rubs his face. "Quit talking like you're so much older than me..."

"We're here."

Teddi glances outside. Always when he works up the courage to talk to you.. You park outside your house and round the car to help him get to his. Teddi clutches your arm as you face his yard.

"Please don't make me go home tonight, Y/n."

His nails dig into your shirt. "Please."

You sigh. Helping him up the driveway and into your home, you guide Teddi into your bedroom- afraid of what's happen if you give him the couch. Teddi relaxes as you cross the threshold into your living room. The familiarity of your home, just the two of you in this vast space - he wouldn't give it up for anything. The lingering stress melts from his face as you lower him into your bed, resting on the pillow you lay your head on every night. You set his glasses on the dresser and bring him a glass of water - wishing him good night as you turn off the lights. Hovering over the bed, he grabs your wrist as you turn to leave.

"Y/n..... please stay with me tonight."

He brings a hand up to your face, stroking your jaw as he pulls you closer. "Kiss me, Y/n."

".... how much did you drink, Teddi."

"Alot, but - I need you... to help me I mean. I've never kissed anyone before, and I need the practice if I'm ever going to tell them how I feel. You're the only person I can turn to for this. You promised that you would always be there for me."

You knew that would come back to haunt eventually. "Ted, when I said I'd help you with anything, I meant like teaching you how to do your taxes or change a tire. This isn't something we should be doing."

His cheek presses against your neck, fresh tears staining your skin. "We can forget about it in the morning.... They're all I have. You're all I have... Please don't leave me too."

"....show me."

"Huh?"

"How you would confess. Show me."

You sit on the edge of the bed. Teddi props back against the frame, tucking his hair behind one ear and fixing his shirt. He chews on his bottom lip - the moonlight reflecting off your skin basking you in that heavenly shine he always saw. He looks down. "I'm gonna use your name just to make it easier - okay?"

Teddi takes a deep breath. "Y/n - you... you're the most amazing person I've ever met. When I'm with you, it's like opening my eyes for the first time. You're someone I know I can trust through thick and thin... you've always been there for me, and I want to be here for you... forever."

He scoots closer, placing a hand on your lap as he cups your cheek - leaning in til his forehead rests against yours. "I like you...I love you. Please, stay with me."

Teddi slowly closes the distance; fingers restricted round your thigh as his lips fall flush against yours. It feels like a crime - your soft skin beneath his chapped, bitten lips. He presses deeper, engraving every each of you into his memory and being that his mind would allow. His tongue ghosts your lower lip, snaking against your teeth. His hand clasps the base of your neck as he adds his weight to your chest, pulling you up on the bed as he brings your hanging leg up to his side.

"y/n....."

He cards his fingers through at your hair - the taste of whiskey and desperation hot on your tongue as you wince from the abrupt tug at the back of your skull. The depth of your mouth is more indicating than any substance he had all night. His fingers sink into the flesh of your leg, working towards the curve of your ass as a moan vibrates through your teeth centered from throaty whine he makes as they close around his tongue. His lip ram yours as he tilts his head for a better angle with enough force to bruise, and by god he hopes it does. Biting down doesn't stop his tongue from barreling down your throat - ball piercing sucked to the roof of your mouth. He gives pause only when he finally accepts the stars dancing in view are from the lack of oxygen rather the magic of the eve- falling to your chest with a few links and kisses between greedy intakes of air and your scent. He giggles, hiccuping as his arms shoot around your waist.

"My first kiss...... I made sure to tear off the end when I smoked with that girl so I wouldn't lose it even indirectly. Was I your first too? Can you by my first in other ways too?"

You pull from under him as he nips at your shoulder. "You're not into Trudy?"

"Trudy?" The name rolls off his tongue with such disgust and confusion. "Heck no. The person I like is so much more special than her. I'm lucky to even be in their presence. I wanna give them the world. My heart. I love you.... them- so much."

You fall silent as he nuzzles his face against your torso, eyes growing heavy. "It's late, Teddi. Go to bed."

"Will you sleep with me?.... Stay with me until the morning?..."

".....Always."

Teddi cuddles up to your side as you join him in bed - fighting exhaustion to treasure your sleeping face beside him.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere drabble #male yandere #Teddi my oc

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 ☾ 𝔴. 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣

pairing ❦ sorority!Wanda Maximoff x sorority!reader

summary ❦ it's Halloween horror movie night at your sorority and your best friend, Wanda, is more than a bit squeamish; but funnily enough, it's not the movies she's worried about

warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; bottom!Wanda; lap sits because they seem to be a running theme in your requests this year; thigh riding; handsy cuddling; soft kisses because Wanda deserves them; copious pet names; humiliation; not really degradation, but Wanda gets talked down to playfully; clothed sex; public sex, but like.. in secret

words ❦ 3.4k

a/n ❦ yeaaaah this fic is late, but motivation to finish my Kinktober requests has been low so uhhh I hope you like lil baby sorority Wanda, I sure do

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“Hey, guess what?”

Wanda turned her head, searching mirthful eyes for a clue. “What’s up?”

“If you’re a baby then you’re my baby.” Her cheeks bloomed tomato red, Wanda suddenly grateful for the pitch dark room. You couldn’t see the color, but you could feel the heat on your shoulder through your t-shirt as she hid her face in your chest.

“Shut up, don’t say that.”

Wanda only joined the sorority because of you. She was shy and reserved, so opposite of your outgoing nature that when she ran up to you on rush week, declaring her pledge to the same group you’d been planning to your whole freshman year, you were shocked. Pleasantly so; the one downside to Greek Life was the reality of spending less time with your best friend. Wanda didn’t like it either, the idea of a huge group of girls she didn’t know occupying your attention with her nowhere around nearly kept her up at night. So she decided to join alongside you, simple fix.

She’d gotten in with no problem; quiet as Wanda was, she was so easily beloved it’d been easy to win over the council with her addictive laugh and sweet demeanor. Still, it was clear to anyone that saw the two of you together that Wanda only got in to be with you; Wanda being assigned your roommate in the house wasn’t a coincidence. The girl was at your side constantly, had been since she and her brother first transferred to your high school and you’d offered the twins a spot at your lunch table.

You didn’t mind; Wanda was cute, fun, and all around a supportive friend. There wasn’t a dull time to be had with her around, which is why you wanted her to hang out with you now. “It’s just one little movie marathon, Wands. It’s not that bad.”

Wanda was still hovering at the entrance to the expansive living room, lights dim as the other girls found their spots and decided what film to watch first. The Halloween movie night was a long upheld sorority tradition, a fun start to the month of October— too bad Wanda had always been too jumpy for the ones on their lineup. “It’s a horror movie marathon…”

“I don’t want you to be upstairs all by yourself on a Friday night, that’s sad.” Wanda didn’t budge, not even when you grabbed her arms and gave them a playful tug. “Come on, I’ll let you sit with me! And you don’t have to watch anything you don’t want to. I’ve got our favorite blanket?”

“I’ve got our favorite blanket!” Natasha brushed past you both, mocking your encouragement as she carried popcorn in for the group. She was something like friends with Wanda, but nowhere near as patient with her clingy nature, poking fun at it more than anything.

About a month ago, Wanda drunkenly confessed her crush on you to Nat, crying outside on the lawn after you’d taken some other girl to bed; since then, Natasha tried her best to encourage Wanda to come clean. As visible as Wanda’s dependence on you was, your reciprocal love was evident as a neon sign above your head. You’d never reject her, but so far, Nat hadn’t convinced Wanda. Plan B was to antagonize incessantly.

The redhead ruffled Wanda’s hair, poking the tip of her nose before backing away. “I see you’re babysitting again tonight or else I’d ask you to sit with me. Movies can get a little boring without something to do while watching.” Wanda wound her arms around you at her insinuation, holding tight while she glared daggers at the older girl.

“She won’t be bored! I’m right here.” It was no secret you thought Natasha was hot, even joked about sleeping with her a few times, but nothing serious. You only had eyes for Wanda and Natasha, well, she found you attractive, but she would never stomp on Wanda’s feelings so blatantly.

But she saw no harm in teasing you until Wanda decided to spill her secrets. All in good fun. “Possessive, are we? Don’t worry, I won’t take your toys, little one.”

Natasha walked off then, unbothered by Wanda’s prominent scowl and making her rounds to deliver snacks. Wanda wanted to be as mad as she looked and she was, to a point. Her crush wasn’t her only secret. While she hated being picked on, she couldn’t deny the taunts always left a dull ache in her belly that she never quite knew what to do with.

“Hey, don’t let her get to you.” You were already leading Wanda to the couch, settling in against the arm before motioning her to sit next to you. “I don’t care if you get scared, we’ll still have plenty of fun.”

“Yeah…” Wanda couldn’t be upset with your kindness, it was the opposite really. The only thing that changed the aforementioned ache was how much worse it got each time you reassured her. For years, her guilty pleasure had been basking in how good it felt to be doted on by you specifically, often playing up her worries just to get an extra pat on the head or kiss on the cheek.

It’d been annoying, but manageable until other people started calling her out for her behavior, the sick combo of being ever so slightly humiliated and then subsequently coddled by her favorite person never failing to set her off. Whenever you’d notice her blushing or how she folded into you each time she was questioned, you read it as shame and stuck up for her, protective friend that you were. How was she supposed to explain that made it all the worse? Now, in this house surrounded by girls who were always pointing it out, Wanda was growing more and more exasperated.

The lights shut off and Wanda curled up beside you, folding her knees under her and leaning against your shoulder. You were quick to pull the thick blanket over you both, taking care to make sure Wanda was nicely cuddled in before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “This okay?”

“Huh?” Wanda was too preoccupied with Natasha plopping down on the other end of the couch, making stupidly obvious thumbs up motions at her to fully understand what you were saying until you asked again. This time, the hand you’d placed behind her was smoothing out her hair and she had to swallow a gulp before she could respond normally. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Really, don’t worry about me.”

Your eyes followed Wanda’s focus and you spotted Natasha who, upon seeing your curious look, instantly shot a “have fun looking after the baby!” your way. You sent her an indignant finger back before turning your attention on Wanda once more. “Hey, guess what?”

Wanda turned her head, searching mirthful eyes for a clue. “What’s up?”

“Shut up, don’t say that.”

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The first movie was… okay. Wanda only ducked her face under the blanket three times which was a new personal record. Most of her issues stemmed from you honestly, how insistent you’re being in keeping her calm. Each time a jumpscare ran, you looked down, whispering your reassurances and nuzzling your cheek against your forehead. You’d been rubbing circles over her hip for the better part of an hour now and Wanda was dangerously close to losing her composure.

“How’s she holding up?” Natasha stretched herself across the couch until she was inches away from the cozy space you’d created for her and the younger woman huffed, stamping down the urge to push the redhead away. Instead she stayed quiet and let you do the talking; it wouldn’t be the first time. Besides, if she spoke up now, she’d give herself away. Natasha was too sharp to miss it.

“She’s fine, Tasha. Leave her alone.” You rolled your eyes, but your tone was light; Natasha was clearly still just joking. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you take her?”

She instantly shook her head; she couldn’t peel Wanda away from you if she tried. “I’m just surprised the little princess isn’t bundled up on top of you by now is all.” Wanda couldn’t be mad that Natasha was pointing out the obvious; if she wasn’t next to you, she was on you, but you claimed it was never an issue.

Never one to be too outdone, Wanda wiggled her way into your lap, settling down once her legs were on either side of yours. Surprise was clear on your face when Wanda looked your way, but she only grinned and stuck her tongue out at Nat. So much for staying quiet, “Go away, the next movie is starting.”

Natasha backed up, hands in the air as if to admit defeat, but her shit-eating grin never faltered. If she had to shove you two together by being annoying, so be it; unfortunately for Wanda, she was completely unaware of the other ways the taunts affected her.

Surrounding conversations quieted down as the second film choice started to play and Wanda let out a deep breath, figuring she’d survived another wave of torment. Until you bounced her on your lap, “Don’t be so grumpy, Natasha is just messing around.”

“Yeah? Well then you can stop messing around too and don’t jostle me. I was comfortable.” She grumbled, trying to ignore how much she actually liked it. Just enough friction for her to feel it, to hold back a groan.

Your mouth poked out in a pout, hands coming to cup Wanda’s pink cheeks, “Aww, is someone upset? What’s wrong, you’ve been weird all night.”

Wanda shook her head, craning her neck towards the television across the room as the movie’s intro blasted through the speakers, ignoring you in favor of whatever creature was crawling out of the lake. It didn’t last long; the instant that thing attacked, Wanda was cowering, shuddering against your chest.

“Wands…” Through her fear Wanda registered your hand on the small of her back making small circles that were supposed to be soothing, but currently only left her shivering for a completely different reason. When she whined, you took it as further distress and you’d had enough. “You’re having a bad time, I’m taking you upstairs.”

“No!” She gripped your shirt before you could move her away and this time when you looked her way, Wanda was close enough to really take in her flushed cheeks and nervous lip biting. “I’m fine, quit worrying!”

You were worried about her; when you all went to college, Pietro made you swear you’d look after his twin and you’d rolled your eyes because everyone knew there wasn’t a day that’d gone by where you weren’t taking care of your friend. You chose her over anything, always, even if tonight that was a movie night you’d been looking forward to for months.

“I won’t make fun of you for leaving, not seriously.” You nuzzled your face into the top of Wanda’s head before brushing your lips against her temple to hopefully calm her as you felt her fingers skirt over your hips. The actions made her the opposite of calm, but as her shuffling increased, so did your affection. It was a vicious cycle and Wanda was quickly falling behind.

“It’s not what you think.” If you knew the true source of her discomfort, she’d never be able to look you in the eye again. After you allowed her a few long breaths, you pulled her closer, missing how her legs tightened around yours as her clothed center met the top of your thigh. This was certainly how Wanda was going to die, she was sure of it.

“Then what is it? I only want to help, sweetheart.” You wouldn’t if you could see inside my head right now. She didn’t want to lie to you, not ever. Wanda wished you were more intuitive, really; as often as you’re together, you apparently never actually noticed her behavior. It was cute at first, having her little crush, but it was comforting.. the coddling… fuck, she couldn’t last another second. Not without you knowing how it made her feel. This wasn’t where she wanted to tell you, but you’d start to make a scene soon otherwise.

“You and Natasha, mostly you…” Wanda wasn’t looking at you, if she could, she’d surely lose her nerve. She changed a small movement of her hips, rolling them over your leg and hoping you could feel the ever building heat between her legs. You did. And as soon as you did, your concerned frown curled into pure mischief.

You let her fidget for a while, taking a cursory scan of the room before cupping Wanda’s face in your hands. No one was watching, even Natasha was giving all of her attention to the movie; there was no way you could pass this opportunity up. “What’d we do, hm, are you that annoyed with us? All you’ve done is complain about us bugging you all night.”

“That’s not- I’m not annoyed,” She’d hoped that much was clear by now, what with how she’d been rubbing herself on you like a horny teenager for the past few minutes. You weren’t stupid, maybe you’d only just caught on, but you were more than experienced enough to not have to ask what Wanda’s problem was.

“So you’ve been lying? What are you then?” Wanda didn’t say a word, face scrunched as she fought to get out of your grasp. You let her go and for a second, Wanda thought she was free. But then you were grabbing her hips, guiding her into your own pace, slow and deep, and Wanda gasped audibly.

It might’ve been better if you did just laugh and take her off your lap; she was terrible at keeping quiet. “Well it’s.. mostly it’s when you’re nice to me.”

“When am I ever not nice to-” Your brow furrowed, thinking over your behavior until that last piece clicked, your lips falling open in a shocked ‘O.’ Of course Wanda would be into that, of all things. Your heart swelled, now reliving every time she’d wiggled around happily when you’d tucked her into bed, smothered her in kisses, called her the loveliest of names; she was so precious, it hurt. “My darling girl gets off on being babied, is that it?”

It’d be stupid to deny it when her arousal was so obvious now, her underwear soaked and quickly giving way to the thin material of her shorts. You bounced your leg like you had earlier when her response didn’t come immediately and Wanda nearly drew blood biting the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t see anyone else in the room and she didn’t want to; your egotistical demeanor was more than she could take on already. “If you’d stopped like I asked, I’d be fine-”

“Not a chance! We’d be right here and you’d be so upset if I didn’t bring your favorite blanket or made you sit upright next to me. You hate when I’m not giving you my full attention.” Wanda so badly wanted to shout how untrue that was— but she’d be too loud and severely wrong.

You ducked down, peppering her face with kisses, innocent looking enough that anyone would think you’re just comforting your jumpy friend— only you knew Wanda was shaking not from fear, but lust. “Wish you’d told me sooner, I would’ve taken care of you, sweet pea.”

Wanda wanted to hear those words for so long, but actually experiencing them, whispered low in her ear was more than she could ever fantasize. “Then do it..” She grabbed your hand, tugging it further under the blanket between the two of you until you could feel the light cotton on her waist, “ Please? I’ll be good.”

“Yeah? You wanna be my good girl?” She nodded painfully fast, but you didn’t go where she’d hoped, hand skirting around to her backside, gripping her ass. The new angle was as perfect as she could get on a couch in a room full of your sorority sisters; her thighs parted further, neglected clit hitting the top of your leg as you steadily led her along.

Wanda left kisses along your exposed neck, clumsy and messy in her desperation. She longed to push you down, force your leg right where she needed, beg you to sink your fingers where she was currently clenching around nothing… For obvious reasons, she couldn’t — not here — and it made her so frustrated she could cry. “I know, I know, but you have to keep quiet.”

Much easier said than done; Wanda buried her face in the crook of your neck, muffling the moans she couldn’t force herself to contain any longer. The movie might as well have been yards away, the audio just a dull noise behind her as she worked to find her release on your lap.

You’d known Wanda for years, she wasn’t an open book, but you knew her better than she did. Her grip on your waist tightened, her hips stuttering as she lost focus, “Are you gonna cum?”

You felt more than heard her yes, a low hum of a whimper against your skin. “Go on, I wanna see you cum for me.”

A stray giggle from across the room reminded Wanda of her surroundings, suddenly tense in a bid to hide how close she was to falling apart. “B-But… everyone’s here…”

“Oh, shy little thing.. no one will know, I won’t tell.” True, no one was looking at you, too engrossed in the action on screen or their own side conversations. You’d never dream of saying anything about this anyways; you were never one to brag, especially at Wanda’s expense. “Our little secret, pinky promise.”

It only took a few seconds for Wanda to let go, shaking against you as she sank her teeth into your collarbone. When she settled she realized how uncomfortable she was, too warm under the blanket, but unwilling to look more vulnerable than she already did curled up in your lap. You kept her close, shushing her as Wanda pulled herself together. She could feel her release pooled where she sat, embarrassment creeping up in her chest the longer she had that wet reminder. “Now I’m all sticky…”

“And whose fault is that?” She hated that you pulled her away, even if it was just to give her a cautious once over. You didn’t seem to mind that Wanda ruined one of your favorite pairs of lounge pants, but that didn’t make her feel any better. Your face softened as you took in her awkward squirming and nervous eyes, for as much as you teased her, Wanda really was a delicate little thing. “What’s wrong, baby doll?”

“I don’t want to watch scary movies anymore…” Wanda didn’t regret it, not at all, but where she’d let it happen was possibly the most risky thing she’d done her entire life and while she seemingly hadn’t been caught, she was mortified as the mess she’d made.

“Want me to take you upstairs?” Gentle thumbs smoothed over Wanda’s cheeks, feeling their lingering heat under your fingertips. Your favorite movie was up next, but you wouldn’t enjoy it with Wanda so unsettled and it wasn’t in your nature to send anyone off after sex, especially Wanda. Never her. “I’ll get you all cleaned up, then we can sit in bed and watch whatever you want, does that sound better?”

She agreed instantly of course, the offer of having you all to herself once more too good to pass up. Wanda was being selfish, she knew it, but she’d always been this way when it came to you. This time when you held her to your chest it was so you could stand, securing her legs around your midsection, arms under her for support.

The movie was at its climax, making it easy to slip away without anyone noticing, well, mostly everyone. As you rounded the back of the couch Natasha caught your attention. Wanda didn’t notice, her face firmly attached to your shoulder to avoid accidentally making eye contact with anyone who might’ve caught her being quite literally carried away, but you felt your friend swat at your thigh when you walked past.

You only looked down for a moment, not wanting to worry the girl in your arms, but the split second you locked eyes was enough to catch Natasha’s satisfied grin. “Fucking finally, I was getting tired of bothering Wanda every day.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff au #sorority!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fic #maximotts #motts writes.

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even the stars do not compare to you - abby anderson × f!reader

summary; you and abby are both fools. fools who have loved each other while thinking the other incapable of reciprocating. fools whose feelings are finally out in the open.

word count; 1.8k

warnings; momentarily sad abby

note; abby anderson brain rot. she is my precious baby girl, and I'll give her the whole world if she'll let me

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Owen had been Abby's first, well her only, everything. But truthfully, he'd never been her first choice. He was what was left when she realized she couldn't have what she wanted.

And don't mistake that for her not having love for Owen. She does. She loved him once. It was a true love of sorts. And he has cemented his place in her heart, albeit small. There wasn't much room for him to take up, not when you occupied the rest of it. You occupy it still.

You have seeped into her, mind , body, and soul. She is infected by you. It seems the more she tries to stop it, the further you spread. You've claimed her, soiled her, left her unattainable to those around her. And you don't even know it.

That's the fucked up part, gods be good, she's yours and you don't even know it. She has to satiate her desire for you with mere friendship. She feels like a dog on the streets begging for scraps, for any measly form of sustenance. But if you need her to beg, she will.

Clearly, you need her to beg. It's been almost two weeks since she's seen you. You were fine last she saw, but it feels like you're avoiding her.

Volunteering at any open tasks, never on patrol with her. She doesn't understand. For years now, the two of you have been attached at the hip. Going so far as to switch shifts just so you can patrol together, but now, all of a sudden. She doesn't get it.

She did something she not particularly proud of, she's already established she'll beg ... it just has to be in person. She can't write down these thoughts to get your attention, she'll seem ... weak. So instead she asked Manny to find you, to tell you she's looking for you and it's an emergency.

There's no emergency, no that's a lie. The lack of your presence is an emergency, and you're the only solution.

"Abby." The sound of your voice startles her out of her thoughts. You didn't knock. You never do. Abby doesn't mind. She actually enjoys that you walk into her space like you own it. Because you do, not that you know that. At the very least, it makes her happy that you know she'd never deny you her space.

"Manny said you were looking for me, something serious." Concern laced your voice but you'd still yet to walk up to Abby the way you normally would, keeping your distance. Standing at the base of the stairs as she looked up you.

Her braid was loose at the end, starting to fall apart, she'd just finished pulling the band out when you interrupted her. She looks pretty with her hair down, at least you think so. But she hardly ever has it down, it's a vulnerable thing for her. And how she's hates being vulnerable.

"Yea." She stands, rubbing a sheepish hand over the back of her neck, "I've been trying to catch you for over a week now." She's walking towards you, and you want her to come closer. Want to feel the warmth that radiates off of her, want the scent of pine waft around you. But you take a step back.

A look of hurt passes over Abby's face, stopping in her tracks. "Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" Her thumb nails flicks against her forefinger, picking at the skin around her nail. An anxious habit.

"No." Your voice is small. You're not sure what else to say, how to voice what you've been feeling, if you even should. You had decided against it, decided just to distance yourself as much as possible, but now, being confronted like this, your decision wavers.

People underestimate Abby. Yes, she's big, but she's also fast, faster than you. She up the last few remaining steps, inches away from you, fingers locked around your wrist, all before you have time to say another word.

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not."

"Liar." You are a liar, you've always been a liar, at least when it came to Abby. The truth was a weight you chose to bear alone, you say choose but really your fear had forced the decision. Fear of losing her should you come clean.

"Abby." You try and pry her hand away, but her grip holds firm, just enough to keep you near her, but not enough to hurt you. Never enough to hurt you, Abby would never hurt you. You let out an exasperated sigh, giving up, letting your hands fall at your sides.

"Sometimes... people grow ... apart." She says nothing, a beat of silence before you continue, "It's a part of life. People get older, they change, friendships don't always last forever." Her brow is furrowed, she nawing at the inside of her lip. The two of you ... grow apart ... it's not possible.

"You were fine last time I saw you. How long have you been feeling like this?" Her hair had fallen loose in her rush up the stairs, falling in waves around her face. Damn every God, she looks so beautiful with her hair down.

"A while. I didn't know how to tell you." Abby looks you over, you're lying. She's known you for as long as she can remember, she's loved you for as long as she could remember. She knows you, do you not know that? She knows when you're lying.

"Tell me the truth."

"I am-"

"The truth. Now." She's angry, like she has any right to be angry at you. This is her fault. Your resolve is shattered, how dare she be mad, how fucking dare she. This is her fucking fault.

"You wanna know the problem, Abigail?" You sneer at her. "You're the problem. You. I cannot stand being around you. I can't stand seeing your face everyday, hearing your voice, smelling you in the air. For fucks sake that stupid scent of that stupid fucking soap clings to everything and I hate it. You are the problem."

She finally lets you go. She's on the verge of tears, but the tense tick of her jaw tells you she's not going to let them fall. "Alright... if that's how you feel." The guilt settles, deep in the pit of your stomach, you feel nauseous.

"Abs..." Your voice trails off.

"Just go."

"Abby." You reach out for her hand but she pulls it away.

"Go."

"I can't. I can't because you're right, I'm a liar." And a coward, damn the universe for making you, damn it for making her. She says nothing, only stares at you her anger is palpable, no, not anger, hurt, her hurt. Liar, coward, you add monster to the list.

"That wasn't true ... I don't know why I said it like that."

"It sure felt true."

"Abby..."

"How else could you have possibly meant it?"

Liar, coward, monster, idiot. Your list of personal descriptors is ever growing.

"I do hate those things." Abby huffs, looking away from you. "But not because I hate you ... Abby, even the stars do not compare to you. I have never see so beautiful a person nor I have I been enamored with anyone other than you."

"Do you know what it's like? To be in love with someone for so long and you can't say or do anything about it? To watch as they get with some ignorant douche who doesn't treat them the way they deserve?"

"To be in love with someone who only sees you as a friend? To be the shoulder they cry on about their shitty partner?" You shake you head, running a hand through your hair. You catch Abby's eyes, she's staring at you with this look of utter shock.

"I don't know when the years just became one too many, but they did and I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't get over you if I'm always around you."

Your name slips from her lips, like a mortal who has just come across their deity in the flesh. Oh she must be dreaming, then she's laughing.

It's your turn to be hurt, to cross your arms over your chest defensively. Watching as she giggles like a mad woman before wiping away a stray tear. "Pinch me, I want proof I'm awake."

"Abigail."

"Yes?" She smiling at you, big doe eyes watching you. Fuck you're so hopelessly in love with her, what made you think you had the self control to stay away from her.

"I'm not joking ... I'm in love with you."

She pulls your arms free just to take one of your hands in her own, running a callused thumb over your knuckles.

"Do you remember, when we were sixteen and we'd snuck out to watch the stars?" You nod.

"Do you remember asking me what I dream about? Asking me if you think the stars would grant our wishes if we told them?"

"You told me you dreamed of freedom and that the stars were just gas in space, not genies. And that they weren't even that pretty." Abby let's out a breathy laugh.

"I've never dreamed of freedom, I dreamed of you. And the stars are just gas, I'd come to realize that by then. If the stars could grant wishes they would have answered mine."

"I used to tell them my secrets, but they never made them come true."

"What...what did you tell them?"

"That I was in love with a girl, a girl so beautiful she took my breath away every time I saw her. I told them that I wanted to be hers, I wanted her to love me the way I loved her."

"When we were sixteen I hated the stars for ignoring my prayers. But it seems I was wrong, they had been listening all along. Though I maintain they really aren't that pretty, not in comparison to you."

Abby leaned in, her lips ghosting over yours, asking permission, you closed the gap. Wrapping your arms around her neck.

It was soft, sweeter than any kiss either of you had before. All gentle caresses and light wandering fingers trailing exposed skin.

Abby pulled you to her bed, pushing you down in between pecks. She hovered over you, "If i wake up and this was all a dream, I'm gonna be so fucking mad." Her lips are back on yours before softly trailing down your neck.

Her kisses are cool and open mouthed on your warm skin. She kisses her way down to your chest before letting her weight slowly settle on you. She rests her head, using your breasts as a pillow. "Promise I won't wake up by myself."

"I Promise." You wrap one arm around her, tracing random patterns on her clothed shoulders and back, the other falls into her hair running gentle fingers through her dirty blonde tresses. With in no time she's fallen asleep, feeling safer and more loved in your arms then she ever did in Owen's.

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby the last of us #˗ˏˋ꒰ 𖹭 my work 𖹭 ꒱ˎˊ˗

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COD THOTS???

Sis, König and Ghost have been occupying my mind for weeks. The number of tiktoks I’ve seen with the “big boy” audio? Countless. I’m in love. I’m down bad.

Listen, these big gruff scary men are CUDDLERS. It’s canon.

Like, König will wrap himself around your leg and put his head in your lap. You run your fingers through his hair? He’s dead asleep.

Ghost? He has you on top of him like a weighted blanket. He does not let go. Good luck getting out of bed, he decides when cuddle time is done.

God yes.

I feel like Ghost is less of a cuddler. He's very closed off emotionally and it takes a massive amount of effort and time to get to the point where he's comfortable enough to cuddle. Simon has to learn just how to be touched again in a way that doesn't involve fighting for his life or being bandaged or any of that. When he does settle, he settles hard, and only ever in private. Casually stroking his thumb against your nape, tucking his head over yours, the whole thing. He'd never let the others see, he's far too guarded for that. He loves when you sleep with him, and he'll never say it out loud, but you chase the nightmares away, just laying and snoozing on his broad, scarred chest. He still wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, but when he sees the outline of you tucked over him the darkness, he knows everything is fine.

König, however, is clingy. He gets to be the second you start allowing him to be. We're talking hooking his fingers into your belt loops during briefings, hand on the small of your back while you're all loading up, touching his head to yours before the ramp on the plane goes down, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug after the gunfire ends, the whole thing. He's like a clingy tomcat who wants to hog your attention. It's a bit possessive at times, but he's always so nervous about you leaving him or getting hurt he can't help it. When you two cuddle he melts. It's utter bliss for him. He could spend the rest of his life with his head in your lap, with you cuddling into his chest, all of it. Gets sooooo sleepy too. Constantly muttering endearments and drowsy little rambles that have you smiling into him. It's the only way you can get him to let go is to lull him to sleep and then disengage. Even then he's not a heavy sleeper, he'll drag you back into his arms even if you squeal and mutter "Going somewhere, Liebling?"

#König #könig headcanons #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #könig x reader #asks #drabbles

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eeunoia · 2 months

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ENHYPEN Series

sinag — psh.

chapter four

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: a contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: hello, sinag’s back in the game. i hope you will enjoy this chapter and give me feedbacks. ily and thank you for reading my works. stay safe.

You heaved a sigh right after you went inside your hotel room. Plopping down at your bed, your eyes settled at the beautiful ceiling above you. Despite the strained you feel on your back and feet from running errands today, you couldn’t help but to smile a little. This trip sure is giving you so much to learn. It is kind of tough, yes but the experiences and knowledge is surely worth it.

“This is a dream.” you mumbled before squealing afterwards. Thankfully the room is soundproof so you don’t have to worry about your neighbor thinking you’ve lost your mind or something.

A knock from your door made your head raised from resting at the soft mattress. Brows furrowing in confusion as to who could it be. As far as you remember, you didn’t ask for room service and didn’t even ordered food yet.

It took you a while to force yourself up from your very comfortable bed before you trudges towards the door, looking at the peephole. Your brows creased even more at the sight of a perfectly brushed up hair that firstly greets you the moment you took a peak. Even if the man is looking down, you can tell who it was.

“Mr. Kang?” a little bit of confusion lingers through your tone after you opened the door for your boss.

His face brightens at the sight of you. He smiles and raised his hand. A bouquet of flowers rests over his other hand and even before you can ask him what’s it for, he already shoved it towards you.

“W-What are you doing here, Sir?” you flash him a small smile, trying hard not to sound so rude.

He pursed his lips, “Well, I had a meeting just across town so I figured I should give you a visit to check on you.”

You nodded your head, “Thank you so much, Sir. I appreciate it.” you sincerely says. At some point, you felt kind of bad for almost thinking badly of him.

He seemed happy at what he heard. “Uhm,” he chuckles. “Aren’t you letting me in?”

Your eyes grew a bit big before opening the door wider for him. Blood came rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment because it was so rude of you for not letting him inside earlier.

His eyes roamed around the beautiful suite that you’re staying at for a whole week now. Feeling a little conscious, your eyes looked around as well. As if trying to find what he’s searching for.

“Uh..”

Mr. Kang looks at your way and smiles. “How are you liking your accomodation so far?”

You flashed him a smile. “It’s amazing! I’m loving it so much. Thank you Sir.”

A satisfied smile occupies his lips and he seems genuinely happy to see you enjoying your trip, tho, he must admit that you do look a little exhausted.

“Look, Aelia.” he starts and cleared his throat. You pursed your lips and fidgets with your fingers, waiting for his next words.

“I’m really sorry for how I reacted the last time we saw each other. I know, I was unfair to you. I should’ve asked first if you have a boyfriend or not.”

Now, he looked so sincere about his apology. You don’t have a rock hard heart and so instantly, you forgave him.

“Its fine, Mr. Kang. I think I’m at fault too for being too ignorant of your feelings.”

The two of you fell into an awkward silence. Maybe it was the fact that you mentioned his feelings or was it really meant to be this way. For a moment there his eyes looked cold, but then he pull up a smile.

“So! How was the seminars? Are you learning a lot?” he diverted the topic, probably realizing that it was awkward already.

Hearing about the seminars made you leap out of excitement. You’ve learned a lot already and couldn’t wait to talk about it with somebody. Your boyfriend is not up for it since he doesn’t really pick up his phone. He’s probably still upset about you leaving so you just let him be.

“Oh yes! The seminars are great and you can learn a lot from the speakers. A lot of people are very friendly too! They are all nice.” his eyes never left you while he listens attentively.

“Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity.” your words are so sincere that it snapped Mr. Kang back from his thoughts.

You admit that aside from the seminars, he also gave you tasks and errands to do. There are days that it was tough to do all of them, but at least you’d get to attend seminars and be in another country. It’s like a vacation trip, but with a lot of stressful errands. It was all expense paid tho.

He slowly walks closer and his arm extends towards you, hand gently caress your arm. “You’re welcome. I know you have potential so I really want to send you here.”

Your eyes drops at his hand that kept on caressing your arm. It sends shivers on your spine and you quickly felt uncomfortable about his sudden physical contact. With a fake smile, you tried to move away from his touch that made his smile fell.

“I t-think you should go, Sir. I really had a long day and I want to rest.”

Even with the nicest way of declining, you noticed how his mood turned foul and his stares remained. You walk slowly towards the door to help him find his way out when he grabbed you at the wrist and yank you back towards him.

“I am trying to be nice to you.” his tone was completely different from how it was moments ago. His jaw clenched and eyes dark.

You winced in pain and tried to free yourself from his hold. Mr. Kang has no plans of letting you go as he tighten his grip even more. The wrist he was holding starts to hurt and squint your eyes lightly before grabbing his hand, trying to detached it.

“Let m-me go, Sir!” you screamed and even pull your arm, but it just hurts even more as he kept on yanking you back to him.

“I don’t even know why you have to embarrass me that way!” his jaw clenches, “You should’ve just broken up with that loser boyfriend of yours and be with me! I am better than him for sure and you,” he grabbed you by the chin and forcely make you face him.

“You belong to me! You should be with me! I like you very much, Aelia. I will spoil you with material things, secure a good future with you. Anything!” he exclaims like a total psycho and even leans in to kiss you on your lips.

You screamed and tried to push his face off of you. Tears pooled and stream down your face right away. Heart thumped crazily at the situation you’re currently in. All you can think of is to get away from him and not see him anymore again. You silently prayed and your plea for help were all muffled down due to the harrassment.

When his disgusting lips moves towards your chin then trails down to your neck, you cries and screamed for help. It was useless because the room at soundproof, but that didn’t stop you from yelling and calling out for help. You kicked and tried to free yourself from him, but you are physically unable to even unclasp his hold to you.

“P-Please,” you mumble, slowly losing all the strength you have.

“Don’t worry baby, you will enjoy this.” the smile on his face makes you want to throw up.

He lets go of your wrist and pulled your blouse open, causing some of the buttons to fly off. You finally found the chance to break free so you kicked him on the balls and he was down on the floor because of pain. You quickly went back on your feet and kicked him continuously.

“Ack! Bitch!” he screamed.

With tear strained face, you grabbed your personal bag and didn’t even bother to go get your luggage. All the files you need to go back to the country are here so this is all you need.

“I-If you walk out on that door, you won’t be able to have a-any opportunities like this!” he warned you while still on the floor, holding his aching balls.

You raised your chin and harshly wiped off the tears on your cheeks, “I’m quitting my job.” you said and turned your heels, walking away from that place.

“Here let me help you with that.” a hand reaches over some of your bags and you saw Lucie. She has her hair tied in a messy bun as she tries to carry it.

Due to the unexpected events that are happening to your life, you just lost all your will to live. After the incident with you parent’s house, you went to go see your boyfriend. He was surprised to see you back early and when you try to tell him about what your boss did to you, he snapped just by hearing his name.

“You were with your boss?! I knew it! You told me you are going alone?” he didn’t even let you finish your sentence.

The two of you ended up breaking up because he claimed you ‘cheated’ on him. Totally baffled and broken from all of these, you just didn’t care. You completely lost it and felt so exhausted about everything.

The apartment you used to stay at was too expensive and if you continued living there, you knew it will cost a big portion of your savings. You decided to leave and try to go search for a smaller place. That’s why it brought you in this situation.

“T-Thank you.” your voice crack that caught Lucie’s attention.

Her eyes softens and flashes with worry as she caress your back. You could not believe that the emotion you’ve been searching from the people you thought that cares for you, was being given by a mere stranger. You met her just a day ago when you’re trying to search up for a new place to stay.

She says that her former roommate left and she needed a bed spacer. She seems very nice and the place that was posted on the platform looked pretty decent for its cheap price. Yes, its much smaller from the previous apartment you have but this is better. For now, you have to just endure this until you found another job.

“You must be so tired. You need to rest.” and she opens the room just across from you.

With slow and weak steps, you entered the dark room. She opens the light and she roamed her eyes.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” she shugs her shoulder feeling kind of awkward as this is just the second time you two met.

You nodded your head and smiles, “Thanks, L-Lucie. I’ll give you the payment tomorrow.”

She nods with a small smile. “Yeah, sure. Don’t worry about it. Have some rest, okay?”

She did left you alone right after. The silence just felt so suffocating for you. The new surroundings and the fact that you are jobless and alone in life suddenly sinks in. It felt so terrible. Like as if a bus just hits you and ran over you over and over again. Your heart felt heavy and swollen from too much painful emotions. Your eyes couldn’t produce more tears due to crying too much.

You curled over your new bed and stares at nothing. A lot of questions forms inside your mind, trying to recall any very bad things you did for you to deserve this.

“Why is this happening to me?” you mumbles to yourself and shut your eyes tightly.

The cold night seems even colder because of the recent misfortunes that occured your life. It was honestly heartbreaking for you that it makes you wonder what did you do wrong? Have you hurt somebody that bad from your past life? Why are they making you suffer in this lifetime.

Your night ended with you trying to get a hold of your life. Silently praying for things to start going your way.

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The Room of Reconciliation

Ominis x MC

Summary - Tensions had been high between the Slytherin Trio shortly after the Undercroft Catastrophe.

Warnings - Angst into Comfort, Evelyn mom mentioned right at the beginning (Fluff if you’re sick of it but I’m continuing to add my boi into every square inch of that game (someone mentioned this to me ages ago I’m so sorry I lost who it was))

Word Count - 2928

She’d overreacted. She knew that.

Crying because a boy had shouted at her. Grow Up, Evelyn.

Make your mother proud.

Of course, that was the reason she was in such a foul mood that day in the first place. And why she was so easily brought to tears.

The day Ominis had shouted at her for entering the Undercroft was her mother’s birthday. A sensitive day that had started off terribly in it own right.

She’d fell up the stairs leading out of the Common Room. Missed Breakfast. Gotten into trouble because of Garreth, again. And spent most of her day without her wand after forgetting it in her bedside table. Getting used to carrying the thing around hadn’t quite become second nature yet.

So when Sebastian approached her in the late afternoon, a cheeky smile and a twinkle in his eye, she didn’t think twice to follow him. And when he mentioned, repeatedly, that it was Ominis’ place, something Ominis had shown him…it hadn’t occurred to her to refuse, and perhaps ask Ominis for his permission beforehand.

She simply followed.

And she had a blast.

Sebastian was right, there was something about that spell that was addictive. Cathartic.

It wasn’t until Ominis’ sharp authoritative tone cut through her reverie that she snapped. And the whole day just became too much.

And she hadn’t spoken to him since.

It had been a week.

Pretty impressive considering they shared a Common Room, multiple classes and a best friend.

It wasn’t like she actively ignored him. More that she felt an intense guilt every time she looked at him. Everytime his milky eyes settled over her, she just saw…betrayal.

Especially with Professor Weasley showing her the Room of Requirement the very next day. She didn’t even need the Undercroft. She hadn’t used it once. Whether that made her presence there in the first place any better she didn’t know.

But spending no time in the Undercroft, hours holed away in Room of Requirement and daily task and chores occupying any time available after that, Evelyn had become…lonely.

Sebastian had become a little…manic. Shortly after the Undercroft incident, Sebastian invited Evelyn to visit his family. Whether it was to cheer Anne up by meeting someone new, or cheer Evelyn up by taking her mind off Ominis, she wasn’t sure.

Either way it hadn’t worked.

Sebastian’s home life just made her feel…empty. The confrontation with Solomon had left her both angry and yet incredibly sad. Anne was stuck amongst this in immense pain. Sebastian felt helpless and Solomon was clearly an unfit guardian for two teenagers he neither wanted nor seemingly cared about.

She couldn’t exactly blame Sebastian for his behaviour. But she had to admit, the far off unfocused gaze and sudden downturn of his lips was jarring. Just the week before, he asked her to learn unsanctioned spells and blast braziers until they were both rosy cheeked and giggling.

Now she could barely get a chuckle out of him.

In the space of a week, she’d lost her closest friends in this new mysterious world. If she didn’t have Imelda and her constant abrasive form of affection, Evelyn very well may have lost it. As it stood she just became a husk, trudging from class to class, trail to trail, chore to chore. Barely taking in her environment as she did.

Which explains how she come crashing into Ominis after leaving the Charms Classroom.

Because he had become the same.

His wand even alerted him to the presence coming from the classroom. It notified him of their trajectory all the way until it came fumbling into him.

He just ignored it.

Because he didn’t care.

Anne was gone, he was losing Sebastian and he’d pushed Evelyn away. He, too, was a husk.

“Watch where you’re-” Ominis snapped, his wand falling to the floor with a clatter. His instant aggression and plastered on sneer faltered when he heard the tiny exhale forced from her chest and the unmistakable scent of Roses. “…Evelyn”

“…Ominis…” she breathed. A moment of stunned silence fell over them before she blinked herself back to reality. His wand rolled towards her, bumping against her shoe as she knelt to retrieve it.

Surely it was the least she could do.

She extended her hands towards him, his wand still blinking somehow as Ominis reached to take it back.

“Thank you…” he said softly, his eyes holding a deep sadness behind them and she wondered why. But, as he so aptly pointed out, they weren’t friends, so she didn’t have the right to ask what was wrong

“You’re Welcome…” She replied sheepishly with an equally pained expression.

An awkward, heart-achingly long silence stretched before them as she stared at the ground. His feet were a much safer location to stare than the piercing judgemental wells of his eyes. Neither made any move to leave, though neither said anything either. Both of them choosing to wallow in this sickening pit of longing and despair.

No sense in attempting to hide away from the negativity. It only bled into their everyday life, both becoming a shell of their former selves. Though many hadn’t seen this side of Evelyn, the cold hard faced figure. They’d only seen her chipper almost gleeful persona as she flitted around. And why wouldn’t she be happy? She’d discovered magic and all the wonders that that held. She’d made friends she didn’t even know existed a few months ago.

And yet…

With this bump in the road, everything she had pushed deep down came bubbling to the surface like one of Garreth’s failed concoctions.

Mr Osrics death, Ranrok, Rookwood, Goblin Rebellions, Annes Curse…

Now she wears them on her sleeve, a near constant frown etched into her features.

Though Ominis’ was a regular occurrence. Whether it was Sebastian winding him up or his family making themselves known, he’d earned a reputation for being stoic and unfeeling.

In actuality, Ominis felt things probably more than most. He was just better at hiding it.

They both were…

The sounds of Evelyn running and crying from him had eaten away at him over the last week. And he found himself now in an uncomfortable position of admitting fault and asking for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry” They said in unison, causing them both to laugh softly and the tension to shatter into a thousand glorious little pieces.

“Please…allow me to go first” Ominis said with a gentle smile and hands raised in surrender. He mulled the words over in his mind before he spoke. “…You shouldn’t have to apologise. At all. It was Sebastian I was angry at and you, unfortunately, just happened to be in my line of sight…” he chuckled softly, almost to himself “…so to speak”

“But…”

“No. I shan’t hear it. I said-” a deep regretful sigh left his chest “…I said some, frankly, horrible things to you. And my pride got in the way of apologising”

His posture was always bad. But there was something about the slouch of his shoulders, the hunch of his back, that looked like he was trying to shrink away from everything. Like he was readying for her to reject him entirely.

“Still though…That place was special to you and now it’s…less so. Because of me…” the mournful tone of her voice was immediately recognisable to Ominis.

Though he wasn’t certain of what she looked like, he had a rough idea from what Sebastian had told him and what was silhouetted from his wand. He could imagine her upturned brows, the sad tug of her lips. Then he remembered her little sobs as she ran from the Undercroft and he could almost see the tears breaching her lashes.

“Nonsense…” he whispered, tormented by his own mental image of her “…it’s not any less special because you know of it. In fact…”

Careful, now

“I was planning on showing you the Undercroft myself. I was simply…frustrated Sebastian got there before me” the lopsided way he smiled was endearing and she found herself smiling dreamily up at him, despite his inability to actually see it.

“Really?”

“Yes. I wanted to show you because you’re my friend, not just Sebastians” As he took back the words he cut her so deeply with before, he felt the sting of them on his tongue.

“I must say…that is a relief to hear. I was afraid I’d…never mind. I’m just sorry any of this happened” she said quickly, hoping to get the words out before he cut her off, explaining that she needn’t apologise.

“I’m sorry I spoke to you in the manner I did. It was rude and childish. And I certainly should’ve have threatened you with expulsion…” Ominis shook his head as though he was retroactively disappointed in his own actions.

“No, it’s fine. I understand where you were coming from. I’m-“

“If you apologise again I will speak to Professor Black about having you removed from the premises…” his lopsided smile morphed to a smirk, pulled wide across his cheeks. He chuckled when he heard her close her mouth, the distinct little huff she exhaled from her nose clear to him as she pouted.

She often did this. A little quirk he’d known many people do when they showed dissatisfaction but hers was…unique. The huff sounded almost like a laugh, a humourless and pouty thing that bought endless joy when he teased her.

“How about you stop apologising and we try to move on? If you would like to, of course” He offered a hand outstretched to her. He wasn’t even really sure why. Just that a part of him wanted to feel her again, and this was the most natural way he could think of.

That’s when her cool fingertips grazed across his palm and shook his hand in the daintiest of hand shakes he had ever experienced.

Difficult to imagine this was the same girl who had effortlessly defended Hogsmeade against a troll. And a myriad of other pointless and dangerous tasks appointed to her.

“I’d like that…” her gentle pleasing tone sang out from below him.

The moment she agreed, his whole demeanour shifted. He stood a little straighter, shoulders more square and yet somehow he looked more…relaxed.

“I’d like that too” he said more relived than she thought he would be.

“I do have a way to make it up to you though” she offered as her finger slipped from his grasp, moving over to weave her fingers amongst his. She tugged on his hand but he remained stationary. His fingers did indeed weave with hers but he stood steadfast as a curious smile tugged at his lips.

“You don’t have to make anything up to me” he borderline whispered. His voice was always soft but this was new. Gentle in a way he’d never shown previously.

“Please? It would make me feel better besides…it offers you an avenue away from Sebastian”

Upon hearing those words Ominis’ brow raised with boyish curiosity.

He loved Sebastian, he really did…

But

The near constant questioning of his families knick knacks, hidden knowledge and…gods he wished he’d never mentioned that damned Scriptorium. Just the mere utterance of Salazar Slytherin had Sebastian foaming at the mouth and every single conversation thereafter had been consumed by it. No longer did they indulge in casual chatter. No more quidditch theories. No more fiction recommendations. No more Sebastian.

And with sharing a dorm, the Undercroft and most classes…Ominis had been left with little peace.

“Oh? I suppose I can hear you out…” Ominis asked with just the slightest edge of guilt. “…How were you planning on making this up to me?”

Evelyn grinned upon seeing the usual teasing smirk pull across his lips.

“It’s easier if I show you…” she said tugging on his arm playfully once again, only this time…he relented, taking a few steps forward with a roll of his eyes.

“Lead the way…”

Thankfully, they stumbled into each other not far from their destination. Though she did have to convince him she wasn’t leading him to his death and planned on pushing him off the Astrology Tower. He laughed softly at her faux outrage, offering her arm to guide him up the few stairs leading towards that infamous ogre tapestry.

They stood for a moment in awkward silence.

Not because it was awkward between them, but because the door to the Room of Requirement did not show itself. She worried for a moment that the sentient room knew she was trying to show someone and it refused or that perhaps their needs were different and it didn’t know how to differentiate between the two.

“It’s here…” she muttered desperately, releasing his arm and beginning to pace up and down the little empty hallway.

The sounds of a rather lively Astrology class rang down the wooden staircase ahead of them and Ominis shook his head with a small laugh.

He had a near exact copy of Hogwarts’ complicated and winding hallways in his mind. There was nothing here. Just an old dusty tapestry and the Astrology Tower.

The smell of musk and the distant sounds of that rambunctious class of third years was evidence of that. Until…

A slight rubble and crackle of stone turned his attention toward the blank wall ahead of them. He placed his hand against the stone, cautiously. The grinding of stone against stone didn’t sound the safest and yet it moved harmlessly under his palm, twisting and transfiguring to a warm wood and cool metal.

Of course

“You found the Room of Requirement?” Ominis grinned, turning his head towards the buzzing and ecstatic Evelyn behind him.

“Found is a strong word…” she said, the joy in her voice unmistakeable “…Professor Weasley instructed me to look here and it presented itself to me”

She took his hand, the one not pressed curiously to the wall and gently guided him inside the Room.

Ominis felt a strange shift in the atmosphere as he stepped past the threshold. Neither out in the open, nor indoors. The air felt…artificial. Stagnant. Generated in some way. Not entirely unpleasant.

A welcoming warmth wrapped around him as Evelyn brought him into a larger room. Not huge. Roughly the same size as the dorms but all for her. For them.

She bought him around the Room, narrating along as she did.

“There’s a fireplace and settees. Bookcases. This here leads to where I’ve been practising spells and potions and…well…everything. But this…”

She gently turned him and guided him to another room. Smaller and cooler.

“…I left this for you.”

Ominis stepped away from her and into ‘His’ room. His wand alerted him to the snug way the walls tapered in around them, the narrow walkway around a huge plush bed that took up almost the entire room.

He had been struggling to sleep…

“I found it shortly after Sebastian showed me the Undercroft. I felt so guilty, I’ve been coming here instead. Only I know about it…in this form at least”

“It’s perfect…” Ominis finally spoke, running his hand along the bed runner with a gentle smile and a voice filled with gratitude and relief.

He fought everything inside him telling him to pull her into a warm embrace. They didn’t have that kind of relationship, as much as he wanted to. As much as he craved her touch. He settled for something little, reaching out to her arm, squeezing affectionately before letting his fingers drop to hers. And she reciprocated, her own lazily linking with his.

“We can share this space…” she whispered “…we could arrange it so we have our own time to ourselves. Maybe putting a tie on the door handle if we don’t want to be disturbed…” she laughed softly, earning a playful rise of Ominis’ brows.

“…I’d like that. Thank you”

“It’s okay…” she shrugged, Ominis’ fingers tightening somewhat as her arm accidentally pulled her from his grasp “…I took away your safe haven, it’s only fair I replace it”

Ominis sighed sharply, turning and holding Evelyn by her cheeks.

“You did not take away anything…” he said with a strange authority, like how a father might scold a child when they aren’t listening “…I acted like a brute. You did nothing wrong”

He felt her lean into his hand slightly and her cheek puff out as she smiled sheepishly.

And…

Was that a mole he could feel beneath his palm?

He could…see her!

He dropped his hands from her face, blinking rapidly to rid images of her from his head.

If he dwelled on them for too long he would want to see her completely. And he told himself not to get that close to too many people.

Gods, he hated himself for making that rule!

Oh, actually, I don’t need to know what anyone looks like. If I’ve known them for two years then they are worthy of my time but before that…no.

Stupid angsty little child…

“I’ll leave you to it then…” Evelyn chirped before she turned to leave his domain.

She didn’t get far before his cold hand wrapped around her wrist.

“Before you go…I wanted to say…” he paused momentarily, his lips parted as the words got stuck in his throat. His hesitation turned to nerves as he felt her turn to him completely. Her full attention, on him “…Evelyn, with everything going on; Sebastian, our disagreement, you disappearing to Merlin’s knows where…I just wanted to say I missed you”

A beat of silence hung in the air as Evelyn smiled and stopped herself from jumping into his arms.

“I missed you too…”

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seakicker · 2 years

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JUJU PLS HELP ITS MY FERTILE WEEK AND MY BODY IS HORNY BUT MY MIND DOESN'T COLLABORATE???!!

I REALLLLLY WANT SOME POSSESSIVE DILUC BREEDING SCENARIO AND I JUST CAN´T. Does it ever happen to you??? Like your body is horny but you can't think of anything or viceversa???

Fuckkkk I want to think about Diluc's big breeding balls but I CAN'T COME UP WITH ANYTHING. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN NOW

EJFLKEJFNLWJFKVNWLKDF

PLS HELP-

afab + gn reader (no she/her etc), yandere themes, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, and biting below!

possessive breeding, a cornerstone of breeding kink content... the end-all, be-all act of marking someone as your own is putting your child in them, if you want my opinion. what's a greater indication of "hey, i belong to someone" than a round pregnant belly that couldn't possibly go ignored by anyone who gets the bright idea of looking you up and down like you're a piece of meat? they were probably expecting to snatch you up and take you home for themselves before they noticed you round, swollen tummy— assuming they were stupid enough to fail to notice something so... prominent. something so delightfully apparent and obvious.

well, anyone who even thinks of hitting on something that belongs to diluc is obviously short a couple braincells.

diluc has a lot on his mind at any given time— he often finds himself scheduling trips away from the manor to meet with some new customer or client in a place far, far away from mondstadt, he's expected to be at angel's share at least a night or two a week to personally oversee matters like maintenance or just to serve drinks, that troublesome brother of his who can't seem to keep his hands off of you whenever he drops by (uninvited and unannounced, of course), that whole darknight hero schtick diluc tried to keep a secret from you before you caught him sneaking back in one night... the list goes on and on and on. just as natural as his long list of worries and responsibilities is, however, is the thing occupying the number-one slot in that said list— you, obviously. there's nothing diluc would ever dream of prioritizing above or worrying about more than you, damned be anyone who tries to wedge something in that first place spot on his behalf.

one matter that's bothered diluc since you two first married a few months ago is how he can still manage to have an eye on you when he's not physically present— such as when he's off meeting with some client a few nights away from home as aforementioned. sure, his maids and other staff know that their utmost importance while he's away is not to watch over the manor, rather it's to watch over you. ensure that you don't wander too far away from home alone (if at all, especially if the weather isn't looking all that great), meet your every need no matter what you ask of them, accompany you on any errands you insist on running yourself (these errands are typically diluc-related, they've come to learn), and keep tabs on anything you do that seems... suspicious. it's not that diluc doesn't trust you to not betray him, no, he trusts you just as any husband trusts their spouse— inherently and wholly— it's more that... he doesn't trust you to be able to find your way out of a grim situation. that he doesn't think you'd be able to protect yourself in instances where he'd have no issue protecting you, perhaps. he just worries like that.

one other thought that plagues his late-evening nightmares is how he can continue to advertise the fact that you're not on the dating market even when he's not around. diluc likes to believe that he isn't prone to emotions as petty and juvenile as jealousy or possession, and he genuinely believes himself to be above such things, but the way his jaw clenches and his eyebrows furrow angrily whenever kaeya dramatically slings an arm around your shoulder in a way that's surely his idea of making a show of things says otherwise. diluc likes to believe that he's not the type to get angry over someone so much as looking you up and down, but the way his grip on your hand tightens to the point where you have to shyly ask him to let up a little when a stranger's eyes linger a second too long on you suggests otherwise.

he doesn't believe himself to be jealous, so neither do you— you're not going to accuse your husband of something so baseless and impossible to prove.

while the normal person may figure the ring on your finger to more than fulfill the role of advertising you as spoken for, diluc doesn't really see that as "enough," per se, especially when the months begin to get colder and you opt for gloves more often. he's not sure when, where, why, and how he got the idea to totally claim you as his, but he's certainly not complaining— isn't that what you are? isn't being "his" what you are? he had never thought much about having children in the past due to his busy lifestyle and slight aversion towards the idea of being a father, but he has to admit... there's something delightful about the idea of starting a family with you, the only person he could ever, ever imagine himself doing so with, and ensuring that anyone who so much as glances at you knows you're his is a great bonus.

perhaps it's the other way around— maybe showing off that you're his is the main goal and the family is the added bonus. who's to say?

diluc doesn't get rough with you very often in bed, instead he usually opts for smooth, deep presses of his cock into you rather than quick, animalistic thrusts befitting a beast more than a human being. that's how you know something must be on his mind when he's pounding into you like a starved animal in heat, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs to the point where you can't even ask if something's wrong because he's being so much... harsher than usual. his eyes almost seem darker than usual, pupils dull and unfocused as his strong, calloused hands keep your knees pinned a little too firmly to either side of your chest. you can't even manage a broken gasp of his name like this, desperate whines and cries the only noises to leave your lips despite how hard you try to say something more coherent. every thrust seems to reach deeper and deeper and feel quicker and quicker the longer he goes at it, his nails digging into your nails almost as ferociously as his teeth do into your neck. each frantic yelp you let out at the press of his teeth against your skin only drives him to mark you up more and more and more until your entire neck's covered in a gorgeous collar of bruises and indents; your thighs aren't faring much better, the soft skin littered in tiny crescent-shaped marks and little fingertip-sized bruises.

diluc says nothing as he continues to pound into you, another disparity from how he usually is during sex. typically, he'll offer you gentle praises and whispers of encouragement as he sinks himself into you, wiping your hair from your face and kissing along your soft jawline as he eases into you. that gentle, kind, caring diluc is nowhere to be found tonight as he ruts into you so roughly you fear for your ability to walk tomorrow— you only hear the occasional grunt of "mine" amidst the humiliatingly lewd sounds of his hips slapping against yours.

mine, a dark voice in the back of diluc's mind seems to sharply whisper. absolutely, undeniably, and wholly mine, and i'll prove that to you tonight once and for all. there’ll no longer be a single doubt, both in your mind and mine, related to the fact that you belong to me.

"and you'll take it all," he eventually mutters, finally saying something more than the same M word he's been repeating all night. "and you'll bear my child, won't you? be good and take it; that's the only thing i'll ask of you tonight."

ah, there he is— the encouraging diluc you know and love.

#hopefully this fulfills your needs!#cw breeding #cw pregnancy #diluc smut #diluc x reader #juju bakery #diluc ragnivindr x reader #tw yandere #afab reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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fleurlia · 4 months

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pairing; seunghan x idol reader

genre; angst, kinda fluff, lovers to exes

note; i hope you guys like this! riize has been really on my mind lately, and it was fun writing about them. i think i'll continue if you enjoy it;

your biggest dream was to debut as an idol. it always had been.

and when you finally made at the age seventeen and after some time of relentless work and effort, you could hear the words "congratulations, you did it" and then make your debut alongside your four closest friends. you felt complete, nothing in the world could take away what you now had.

although you were not paid enough for the hours of effort and the amount you did and all the other thousands of negative points, you never felt so happy in your short life and that was enough for you. the sensation of stepping onto the stage once more always rekindled a sense of fulfillment, filling a void you didn't even realize existed.

the first year was magical, creating a bond with your new four best friends who had essentially become an integral part of your family, revived something within you. the amount of trips, especially for someone who had never left the city, the absurd love that you received from the fans. all the experiences that you might remember for the rest of your life had been in that first year as the main vocalist of your group.

you never experienced emptiness like before; everything was consistently whole and fulfilling. even the various roles and positions you held within the group occupied a significant space within you.

until the day you laid your eyes on hong seunghan.

it was obvious that you would fall for him, who wouldn't?

it was like blinking, natural and predictable. you remembered the feeling of simply looking at him and thinking "it's him", nothing like love at first sight or that you were destined to be together – although seunghan sometimes swore to you that you had been made molded for each other. the feeling of falling in love with him was like sleeping and waking up, you didn't notice or remember how you slept but as soon as you opened your eyes in the morning you knew you had slept. you knew you loved seunghan.

your relationship lasted two years. you would remember these years fondly for the rest of your existence.

from his contagious laughter and humor to his sweet voice singing for you to rest in his arms as you both slept. your relationship was filled with love, passion and missing each other, you spent some time in the united states promoting your group and seunghan was preparing for riize's debut since the first months of dating. you more than anyone else hoped for the day he would be on stage with all eyes on him.

the void that was once filled only by stages and fans now also welcomed you with open arms every day as you returned home.

everything started to go wrong just before the group's debut. pictures of seunghan with an old girlfriend began to be uploaded on the internet a few weeks before the official debut day. you knew him, you would recognize his laugh amid thousands, knew exactly what displeased him and even the way he sneezed, so it was obvious that you knew about it and it was never something to bother you because when you two met you were almost adults.

that was the first ugly fight you had, you had never seen him so upset and nervous before that day. you had a stable career, SM had given a preview of your debut as an actress that year and would officially debut you in your fourth year with the group in a drama as the protagonist, you were extremely popular in the eyes of everyone and seunghan was not, he was far from it and would need to try hard to fix the situation, even though it was not a mistake.

you should have broken up, you and him knew that, but it didn't happen. you still don't know how but after practically begging your manager and him compassionately trying to resolve it, your relationship was 'forgotten' and the concern was turned to how to fix the situation.

and then seunghan finally debuted, it was one of the happiest days for both of you and despite all the confusion, the eyes really turned to him. now both shared that feeling of affection to the stage and fans, and at the end of the day returned to each other's arms.

everything seemed fine, but you knew it wasn't deep down, it seemed like a countdown to something neither of you could avoid. around him, he never seemed worried and nervous, always maintaining his sweet smile and calmly passionate eyes for you, but sometimes you could see how he drifted into a worried expression. it was a matter of two months until you broke up.

you didn't see that coming, you never would have.

you had been called to one of those meetings by your manager, it was nothing new. there was always an alignment or agenda adjustments meeting. you left the practice room as if nothing could happen, innocently even smiled at some people on the way. when you opened the door to the meeting room, you could see seunghan and his manager sitting on the other side of your manager's table.

the same boy you woke up that same morning. in his arms.

you can't remember what was said, what was agreed or arranged, but you broke up there, on that silly tuesday, in such a simple and cruel way. two years of your life were erased there in that small room of that big building. seunghan didn't look you in the eyes once or spoke. both of you spent all those minutes in pure silence. while you couldn't take your eyes off the transparent table and then him, he just sat there with no emotions in his face or eyes, it was as if you didn't know him at all. in the end when both of yours managers discussed about the risky relationship and how you and him couldn't keep it for the sake of both careers, he stood up with his manager from the room and then disappeared behind the door.

after that day, you never saw him again.

his hiatus was announced the next day and despite seeing the other members of his group and even interacting with them, you never heard his name or voice again. you didn't return to the apartment that once belonged to both of you until his things disappeared from there and you could move, and even if you had tried to contact him in moments of pure anger at how he could give up on you so easily, he never answered you, and you understood him. you could understand why he had given up, maybe in his place, you would do the same.

a month passed, all the awards and events came, Christmas and New Year also passed, all of them being the first time in two years that you did it without your boyfriend. he was nowhere to be found. the hearts of everyone around you forgot about it, but yours never did. despite all of that, the emptiness you felt was not even filled by fans, projects, or stages, and it continued to haunt you for a while.

until the day you laid your eyes on hong seunghan again, in the winter of the first month of the new year announcing his return to riize.

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jmojellybae · 2 years

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3rd Period

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!reader

Word count: 5,030

Summary: You and your girlfriend, Robin, haven't been able to see each other for a while. You come up with a plan to see her during your 3rd period classes, hoping maybe, you can steal a quick moment with her.

(You can read a follow up part here )

CW: 18+ Fluff and SMUT. Mature language. Making out. Pet names. Reader wears a skirt. Semi-Public Sex. Thigh Riding. Rough fingering (reader receiving). Finger sucking. Mentions of height difference. Light period typical homophobia. All characters involved are 18+

A/N: First smut fic. Feedback is much appreciated, as I plan to write more! Thanks for taking the time to read. Much love. Side note. Razzles is an old school popular hard candy that turns to gum.

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You couldn’t sit still.

You mindlessly tapped your pencil on your desk, occasionally looking up at the clock that hung at the front of Mr. William’s classroom.

“God, hurry up.” You thought to yourself.

The clock read 1:19, almost mocking you.

You and Robin talked before school and created a plan to see each other during 3rd period. You would both ask to be excused so the two of you could meet in the girls restroom by Mrs. Click’s classroom. You didn’t get to see one another very much this whole week, so the anticipation of finally getting your hands on your girlfriend was making you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

The two of you have been secretly dating for 5 months. The only person aware of your relationship is Robin’s best friend Steve Harrington. You’ve never been happier, but it’s extremely difficult trying to spend time together. Robin having band practice almost every day after school and working on the weekends doesn’t help. So yea, having to make stupid plans like this in between classes just for the two of you to see one another is frustrating, but it’ll do.

“1:30…1:30…” you repeated in your head like a chant, trying to shift space and time to be under your control. You sighed quietly to yourself and turned your attention to the assignment in front of you, answering a few multiple choice questions, but god you just didn’t give a fuck about causes and effects of warfare and the conflicts between communism and democracy. Normally, you would pay attention in your history class, but right now, thinking about Robin’s mouth on yours was overpowering every other thought in your mind.

You shiver as your mind gets away from you. You dared to peek at the clock again.

1:28!

Your hand shoots up a little too fast, making a few students turn their head to stare, but it gets the attention of Mr. Williams and that’s all you really care about.

“Yes?” He says in a monotone voice.

You immediately tone down the excitement in your face. You contort to make yourself look uneasy, like you really REALLY have to go. Hopefully it’s convincing.

“Uh yes, may I please go to the restroom?” You try to sound miserable. Please please please.

Mr. Williams looks up at the clock. “Can it wait? Class is over in 25 minutes.”

No it definitely cannot wait. You think to yourself.

“It’s an emergency Mr. Williams.”

He scratches his balding head and grunts before saying, “Fine, but be quick. I need this assignment done today.”

“Thank you.” You say too quickly and almost trip trying to get out your desk. You bolt across the classroom not caring about the weird stares you were getting.

You’re in the hallway now, power walking your way to the restrooms you agreed to meet at. It was a little far from Mr. William’s classroom, but it was in an odd part of the school and rarely did anyone actually come to use them. So all in all, it's the perfect place to get some goddamn privacy.

You enter the bathrooms calmly. Surveying to see if anyone was occupying any of the stalls.

Empty. Thank god. But no Robin yet.

You catch your breath for a second and walk up to a mirror to gussy up quickly. You fix your hair, and wipe off some eyeliner that was starting to smudge under your eyes. You step back, and smooth out your pastel blue skirt. Robin loves it when you wear skirts. ‘You have amazing legs’ you remember her saying the first time you wore one around her and ever since then, you try and wear a nice one every chance you get.

Satisfied at your appearance, you smile at your reflection but suddenly the door swings open and slams against the wall. You nearly jump out of your shoes.

Robin practically tumbles through the door, breathing hard and looking disheveled.

“Robin! Jesus.” You put your hand over your heart to keep it from beating out of your chest. “You scared the fuck out of me!”

She finally notices you and regains her composer, sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck.

“S-Sorry!” She croaks. “Mr. Hauser was like, not letting me go before asking a bajillion questions asking if everything was alright. You know how he gets, especially with me. When he finally let me go I was running and I got stopped by a teacher asking why I was running and I accidentally said I really have to piss which almost got me in trouble and-and I just kept running-” She’s frazzled, her eyes going in every direction.

“Robin!” You almost shout. She immediately shuts up and closes her mouth with a click. She’s breathing hard through her nose from her ramble and exertion. You confidently walk up to her, slow and enticing. You definitely don’t miss when her eyes travel down to your legs. She visibly gulps. You’re close now, and you can feel the heat radiating from her body. She stares down at you with calmer eyes, completely entranced by your alluring demeanor.

“Hi.” She says with her signature raspy voice. “I missed you.” Her voice slightly cracks on the last word. God how you become weak in the knees every time this happens. You stare up at her. You have to crane your neck up slightly to reach her eyes and you love that she has to do the opposite with you.

“You saw me this morning, dummy.” You say affectionately. You reach up and grip the nape of her neck, twirling her small hairs through your fingers.“Now PLEASE shut up and kiss me.”

It doesn’t take much convincing on your part. Robin pulls you into a bruising kiss. Your teeth clash a little before you readjust, and then it’s all perfect synchronization from there.

Robin is an amazing kisser. Sure, she can come off a little too eager, and her awkwardness definitely comes through, but to you, it makes it perfect. It encompasses Robin flawlessly. She grabs onto your waist and you throw your arms over her neck. You both know you on borrowed time, and your kisses become frenzied. It feels like forever since the last time you two were able to do this, and god you feel all that pent up frustration start to explode throughout your body.

Robin groans against your lips, and pushes you away a bit. “Can we get in the stall.” She blurts out. It comes out more as a demand than a question, because she’s already nudging you backwards. “You know, just in case.” She adds. A slight hint of worry hanging on her words.

You nod, but Robin is forcing you back before you can even move your feet. Her mouth is on yours again, still kissing you as you stumble backwards. Her lanky arms keep you steady. Your back hits a stall door with a thud pushing it open. Robin reaches back and fumbles with the latch before finally getting it to lock, her lips never leaving yours.

You can’t help but giggle at the predicament. You break the kiss and laugh breathlessly. “Wow this is so romantic!”

Robin gasps in faux shock, a hand going over her heart. “You mean to tell me the sight of crude graffiti and overly fluorescent lighting doesn’t get you in the mood?”

You both break out into a laughing fit for a few seconds. I mean you have to admit, it is strange, but if you get to steal moments like this with Robin, how ever quick, you are not going to complain. Robin’s laughter subsides, and she gently cups your face, her thumb tenderly caressing your cheek. Your breath hitches when you stare into her deep blue eyes. Her face suddenly became serious.

“I’ll make it up to you soon, pretty girl.” She says. The pet name makes your thighs squeeze together involuntarily. “I promise to take you somewhere nice soon.”

You blush so deep it spreads down to your neck. You suddenly feel shy. Robin has a way of doing that. For someone that trips over her words a lot, she never fails at making you swoon. She adores being romantic with you.

You can’t help but smile. “I know you will.” You turn your head slightly to give a quick kiss to her palm.

She smiles back, all dopey and cute. She bends down and plants a quick kiss to your nose, then one to your cheek, and then finally sets her sights on your neck. Robin is relentless. She administers an onslaught of open mouth kisses and licks to your skin. You lull your head backwards when her tongue swipes over a particular spot.

“Robin…” a pathetic whimper escapes your lips before you even have a chance to repress it. Encouraged by the noises you were making, Robin gently tugs on the collar of your blouse, exposing a little bit more skin for her to service. Sucking a fresh bruise just below your collarbone.

“I love it when you say my name like that.” She says against your skin. Her voice so gravely and thick with desire it almost makes your knees buckle.

You twitch when you feel Robin’s ice cold fingertips snake their way just under the hem of your blouse, ghosting over the tiniest patch of skin.

It’s just not enough. You want more, so much more, but you still have enough sense to left in you to remember where the both of you are and there’s no way you can stay in this stall for very much longe-

“Let me touch you.” Robin says suddenly. She brings her head up and rests her forehead against yours. She’s breathing a little hard and her face is twisting a bit, like she’s desperately trying to maintain control of herself. Her pupils are blown so wide that you can feel yourself being pulled into them.

Fuck.

“Robin-” you start to say, her fingers on your waist squeeze you a little tighter at the mention of her name. “We… I-” The both of you are already stretching your given time and you curse the whole world. “Damnit.”

Robin makes a noise bordering on a whine. “I just- I haven’t touched you in so long I’m like, going a little crazy.” A humorless laugh escapes her at the confession. “I want- I need to make my girl feel good.”

A wave of pure, lustful hunger crashes over you at her words. She’s right, it has been a while. It’s been weeks since you were able to do anything with your girlfriend that wasn’t making out or some groping here and there, and your body was clearly reminding you. You shift your thighs slightly and feel the mess that formed inside your panties. Oh you are ruined.

You look Robin in the eyes and see that she’s waiting for your answer, ready to cool off and stop if you say no. You contemplate for a second more.

“Can you be quick?” You ask mischievously, a glint of a challenge behind your eyes. Screw class and Mr. William’s assignment. You need this to happen.

Robin’s eyes light up at your response. “Yea!” Her voice cracks with too much excitement. “I mean…” Realizing how embarrassing that sounded, she clears her throat and puts on her best smoldering look. You hold back a laugh at the attempt. “Ahem. Yes babe, I can be quick. You know I can.” And she fucking winks.

You playfully start swatting Robin’s shoulders over and over again because she’s right, but she didn’t have to say it. She snorts at your lighthearted hits and sees an opportunity. Swiftly and with more grace than what’s usual for Robin, she catches both your wrist simultaneously and pins you to the side of the stall, your arms planted firmly on either side of your head. You decide to test her grip and are rewarded with Robin’s hands squeezing a little tighter around your wrists. An eyebrow raises and a look of warning flickers across her face.

You bite your lip at your girlfriend’s looming presence. Robin inches closer to you until her entire body presses firmly against yours. She kicks at your feet to widen your stance just a little and roughly plants her knee under your skirt and between your legs. You yelp at the sudden contact. You try to break away from Robin’s grip again but she’s got you pinned pretty good.

“Robin…” You sigh her name.

“Shit. I can feel you through my jeans.” Robin is still amazed every time she can make your body react this way. She becomes so smugly proud of herself it drives you insane but at the same time, you’ve become addicted to the confidence you scarcely see from her.“Were you like this all throughout class? My poor girl.”

You do not want to admit that you were indeed this wet throughout class so instead, you slowly grind your hips back and forth in response and are met with delicious harsh friction against your cunt. Robin watches with her mouth agape at your feeble attempt to pleasure yourself against her thigh. The way your skirt shifts with your movements has her mesmerized.

“God you are so incredibly hot.”

“I thought I said to be be quick Buckley.” You glower. Normally you would be so down to play along with Robin’s game but right now you just need to be fucked quickly and roughly. “Thought you wanted to touch me hmm?”

“I dunno…” the taller girl leans in close and swipes her tongue over your bottom lip. You part your lips expecting more but it never comes. “Kinda like watching you squirm right now.”

“Robin-!” You damn near scream, fortunately, Robin shuts you up quickly. She kisses you so forcefully that your head almost bounces against the side of the stall where you’re pinned. You would be surprised if your lips didn’t end up bruised at this point. Your girlfriend’s knee presses further up against you and you moan obscenely loud.

“Gotta be quiet babe” Robin’s voice is breathy and hoarse. You know she’s just as turned on as you because her voice gets extra scratchy and low when you have her all worked up. “We don’t want the whole school to hear you now do we?” You want to give her a snarky reply, but before you know it, she’s back on your mouth again, nibbling at your bottom lip as a silent request for you to open up to her. You are pliant from her touch, obediently parting your lips just enough for her tongue to snake it’s way through.

Robin's tongue expertly dances with yours. She tastes sweet, like always. You revel in the slight flavoring of raspberry you know is from the Razzles she regularly carries in her pockets. The velvety swipes of her tongue send a tingling sensation from the pit of your stomach down to your sopping core.

You roll your hips against her thigh with purpose now. It’s a little uncomfortable but the rough feeling of fabric on fabric shifting against you is sending sharp waves of pleasure straight to your clit. You hear Robin curse under her breath, the heat building between the two is suffocating. Feeling generous, Robin finally lets go of your wrists and your hands fly straight to the belt on her jeans.

She moves your hands away tenderly. “Mm, don’t worry about me, pretty girl.” Robin murmurs against your lips. You’re about to protest but you watch as she looks around the cramped space and stares at the toilet in the stall. You can see the wheels turning in her head.

“What are you doing?” You ask curiously.

“Here.”

Robin pushes away from you and lifts her leg up to slam the toilet seat down with her tip of her shoe, the noise bouncing off the walls.

“Put your foot up here.” She demands.

An understanding dawns on you. You do as she says. You lift your leg and plant your foot on the seat, your knee bending at an angle. With your leg raised, your skirt rides up and recedes down your upper thigh, revealing the soft plushness of your upper and inner skin. Robin takes a second to admire you. Well, scratch that, she’s straight up gawking. Your hair that you tried to fix earlier is now tousled and your lips are red and puffy. You’re staring up at her through you eyelashes. You look a damn mess, but Robin doesn’t think so.

“Robin, if you don’t do something soon I might just cry.” You announce exasperated. You’re only half joking, but you are getting impatient. Not to mention every nerve in your body is on fire and you’ve been clenching around nothing for the past few minutes. Robin shakes out of her stupor and remembers she has a beautiful girl in front of her to please. You watch her swiftly take off the numerous rings on her right hand and clumsily shoves them in the back pocket of her jeans.

“No, don't do that!” She sounds almost panicked.

You can’t help but purse your lips attempting to suppress a laugh, but the amusement in you dies when Robin’s hand maneuvers under your skirt, cupping your center harshly. You hiss at the abrupt roughness. More shock than pain.

“Fuck.” You growl through gritted teeth. Your new angle has you spread just enough for Robin to hastily find your clit through your underwear. She starts rubbing quick, tight circles over the fabric. Your lower abdomen is clenching and you know you are already embarrassingly close to cumming.

“I…need more. Please Robin.” You groan. You screw your eyes shut to concentrate on your girlfriend’s movements, trying to chase the pleasure she’s meticulously giving you.

“I know babe. I’ve got you.” Robin pulls your panties aside and dips her fingers into your folds. Your head falls back when she slowly moves up and down your slit, generously coating her fingers in your arousal.

Robin is very pleased with how soaked you are, and you just know you’re not gonna hear the end of it later.

“God babe, do you hear how wet you are?” She says with a shit eating grin.

You can hear it. The entire bathroom is filled with obscene wet noises from your cunt being played with by Robin’s long fingers. You open your eyes and look at Robin. Her eyes are half lidded and her mouth hangs slightly open. She looks intoxicated, high off of just touching you and making you feel this way.

“Don’t take your eyes off me.” Robin commands. You nod your head submissively and adjust your stance to be more comfortable, securely grounding your elevated leg.

Satisfied that you’ve been reduced to a whiney wreck, Robin presses the tips of her fingers against your entrance. You wince at the welcomed intrusion but as instructed, your eyes never leave hers. She watches your eyes flutter rapidly when two digits start to penetrate you.

A throaty, guttural sound jumps out of you as Robin’s fingers stretch you. It burned just a bit, but the pain only ignited the fire that’s been building inside you.

“Oh, fuck.” Your voice was high pitched. You hear Robin hum contently as you took the full length of her fingers. The unique angle of your body had her buried so deep inside you that your legs almost give out when you feel the base of her knuckles press against you.

“You take me so well pretty girl.” She says. The tone in Robin’s voice has your heart skipping. Or maybe it’s because she’s dragging her fingers slowly out of you to the first knuckle, and with the same unhurried pace, sliding back in. Your hands grab her fistfuls of her sweater in a desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“Robin, please-”

You hear the bathroom door slam open.

Robin’s eyes go impossibly wide and a full on panic sets in. In a millisecond, her free hand comes to cover your mouth. You both stand still as statues. Not daring to move.

You hear a delicate set of heels tap against the tile just outside the stall. This is the exact worst case scenario you wanted to avoid. You and Robin’s feet aren’t exactly hidden from view, and Robin still has her fingers inside your cunt. You’re horrified at the situation you’re in, but Robin looks like she wants to laugh. You scowl at her even though half your face is covered because how the hell can she find this amusing right now!

You hear a sniffle come from outside the stall.

“Stupid Brad. Idiot.” An annoyed voice speaks out. A couple of paper towels can be heard being ripped up.

The distress dissipates from you and is replaced by anger. You’re angry that your girlfriend is being a little shit, and you’re angry that you’re being denied an orgasm because of stupid, idiot, Brad.

You hear the sink turn on, and Robin visibly relaxes. Her hand leaves your mouth and you feel her fingers start to pull out of you. You don’t give her the chance. You chase her fingers with your hips and her eyes shoot up at you in surprise. You bite your lip as your hips grind against Robin’s hand. The look on her face says it all. She simply shakes her head and mouths “So…Bad.” Robin let’s you fuck your self on her fingers as she looks down at the shadow that’s peeking from underneath the stall, ready to do god knows what if the both of you are somehow spotted.

The sink turns off, and you stop your movements. With one final huff, the anonymous girl stomps away and leaves the bathroom. You and Robin still don’t move for a few seconds until the both of you are sure she wasn’t coming back.

When the coast is clear Robin slips her fingers out of you and presses into your body. You already miss the fullness.

“You are a menace!” She shakily laughs.

“Me? You!” You bite back.

“Doesn’t matter!” She kisses your swollen lips, the adrenaline still coursing through her. “You still wanna do this?” She says a little more seriously.

“Robin if I don’t leave here without being thoroughly fucked by you I don’t think I could forgive you for getting us into this situation in the first place!” You bark a response.

“Ok. Ok.” She takes a deep breath and repositions herself. “I’m gonna be fast. Tell me if it’s too much okay?”

You don’t think you’ll be able to stop her even if you wanted to, but you appreciate the sentiment.

“I will. Just…please Robin I just need you.”

Without any more wasted seconds, Robin’s dives under your skirt once again and roughly thrusts two fingers inside you. You don’t even try to hide the moan that escapes you this time.

“Hold onto me if you need to.” She says against your ear. Robin puts her left hand on your elevated thigh to brace herself, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. The cold rings on her left hand give you goosebumps against your burning skin.

The fingers inside you curl just slightly, and Robin starts pumping relentlessly. It’s a brutal pace, she wasn’t kidding, and all the air is sucked out of you at once. It’s the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. You immediately throw your hands around your girlfriend’s neck, burying your face into her shoulder. The bathroom is filled with lewd noises. Your squelching pussy and breathy high moans have Robin bucking her hips into nothing.

“Pretty girl…so good.” Robin slurs.

You’re helpless as Robin continues her merciless pounding. You can feel slick start to run down your thighs and your entire body feels like pins and needles. The heel of Robin’s palm hits your clit just right after every thrust and it’s so much so fast. Your hips move on their own trying to match Robin thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cry out. Followed by a slew of incoherent babbling. Your eyes are brimming with tears because it feels so damn good. Robin switches her focus to now rub a particular swollen spot inside you, using her thumb to circle your clit. Your vision becomes hazy at the overwhelming sensation. You can feel the white hot coil inside your abdomen begin to break and tear its way out of you. Your walls start to tighten around Robin’s fingers.

“Robin, I’m so close.” You didn’t realize Robin is basically keeping you upright all on her own. You’ve leaned so far forward your back isn’t against the wall anymore.

“I wanna see you.” Robin’s voice is hoarse and broken. She gently pushes you off of her and presses you back against the stall. She gazes at you adoringly. Your face is flushed, and your eye makeup is smudged. You want to look away, feeling self conscious, but Robin grabs your chin and turns you back to her.

“You are a dream.” She says tenderly.

Robin increases the tempo in her movements. Your breathing has sped up and your eyes furrowed in concentration. Your hands sporadically cling to every part of Robin’s front.

“Babe, I’m gonna, fu-!” You begin to cry out but are fortunately cut off by Robin’s mouth. She’s swallowing your rapturous moans as you cum around her fingers. Robin fucks you through your intense orgasm and you can feel more arousal flow out if you. Robin groans down your throat at the feeling of your cum coating her hand. Your climax is intense and you feel it everywhere. Your thighs quiver and your inner walls clench erratically, threatening to never let go of Robin’s fingers. You whine into your girlfriend’s mouth and reach down to grip her wrist, a plea for her to stop the strokes on your overstimulated clit.

She complies and gives you a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth before sliding out her fingers. You watch through squinted eyes as Robin raises her slick coated fingers to her mouth and sucks your arousal clean off of them. Your mind goes hazy once again at the sight.

“You’re insatiable.” You chuckle darkly.

“I could say the same about you baby. Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

The worry in her voice is cute. You shake your head no and smile contently. You feel a slight buzz throughout your body as it is still recovering from the aftershocks.

“No babe, that was incredible. Thank you.”

Robin ducks her head and grins a little bashfully. Oh now she’s shy? She helps you with her elevated leg. You wobble a little bit once your foot makes contact with the floor, but Robin holds out her arms to keep you steady.

“Holy fuck.” You choke out. Suddenly light headed.

“I’ve got you. Here, let’s get cleaned up.”

Robin leads you out of the stall, and the two of you spend a very quick minute cleaning yourselves up. You’re fairing far worse than Robin. You try to fix your messy hair and wipe off your running makeup. There’s honestly no point trying to save it. Robin, bless her heart, is trying to help you smooth out your skirt and blouse but she’s honestly making everything worse. She holds up her hands in mock surrender when you pat her hands away. You’re jealous when her version of tidying up is washing her hands and running a hand through her hair. She puts her rings back on her fingers and digs through the front pocket of her jeans and pulls out a wrinkled bag of Razzles. She grabs two and stuffs them in her mouth.

“ Y’want one?” She asks. You turn to her and almost get whiplash from the complete 180 change in her attitude from just a moment ago.

Only Robin could fuck you senseless and then offer you a piece of candy right after.

You roll your eyes but say yes anyway. Robin picks a Razzle from the bag and holds it between her fingers. You pluck it from her grip with your mouth and she grimaces.

“Ew.” She says disgusted.

“Oh PLEASE. You’ve got to be kidding!”

You’re both laughing and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. This day went better than expected, you think.

After finally getting refreshed, Robin kisses you sweetly on the lips.

“I owe you next time, yea?” You smile against her.

She laughs and brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You never owe me anything pretty girl.”

You do not want to go back to class. You know the both of you were gone way too long and are unfortunately going to have to explain why. You let out a puff of air.

“Try and see me before you go to band practice?” You ask hopeful.

Robin nods enthusiastically. “Of course love.” She pokes your side and sticks her tongue out. God you wish you could carry her around everywhere.

You turn to leave the bathroom, Robin right on your heels. As you step out from the threshold, Robin smacks your ass hard. You jump and yelp. You try to grab Robin but she dodges away from your reach and is cackling maniacally running down the hallway. Unfortunately for her, she almost trips and her bag of Razzles fall out of her pocket. Raspberry candies spill all over the floor, bouncing and sliding in every direction.

Robin stares at the bag of Razzles that lay on the floor with no expression on her face. You can’t help but point and laugh.

You cup your hands and shout. “That’s what you get Buckley!”

She flips you off before walking away with an exaggerated slouch.

You chuckle again and turn the other direction to hustle back to class.

You get back to class severely late. It’s no surprise that you don’t finish Mr. William’s assignment and epically bomb it. Mr. Williams talks to you after class, explaining something about making up the assignment. You’re honestly not sure.

All you can think about it is getting Robin another bag of Razzles before she goes to band practice.

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dvrk-moon · 3 months

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POPULATION 300 - JAKE SIM

TEASER 1

synopsis : it was some bullshit that jake had to stay in a city barely on the map called elmbridge rather than going to italy with his best friend. being forced to spend a whole summer there, all jake expected to be there was old people, not a girl who hasn’t left his mind since that one night at the gas station.

word count : .9k

genre : summer love, jake x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of suicide

playlist : tba

expected release date : next month lol

i. SUMMER TRIP TO NOWHERE

There were two things that Jake hated most in the world. Heights, and going away from home.

When Jake was five, before going on a trip to an amusement park with his mother, he was fine with heights.

But when his mom and him had reached the top of the mock Eiffel tower during their day out, and Jake had managed to watch someone’s last moments on the tower as they decided to take their own life, it was a different story.

The header: “24 Year Old Man Takes His Life After Plummet From Mock Eiffel Tower at Ark Island Amusement Park”. Forever engraved in Jake’s mind, he swore to himself to never intentionally put himself in a situation where he would be so high in the air that anything remotely similar could happen to him, someone he loved, or even a stranger.

On the other hand, the idea of going away from home just irked Jake in such uncomfortable ways that he grew to resent it. The resentment eventually turned into hatred.

So, when it was revealed to him that he’d have to spend his whole summer in some nameless town in the middle of the U.S. with his aunt rather than spend his summer in Italy with his parents and best friend, Sunghoon, naturally he declined. In what right mind would anyone choose an unknown town over Italy?

Clearly his aunt would.

No matter how much he tried to persuade his parents out of it, no matter how much he attempted to convince his aunt that taking him and his younger cousin, Huiyeon, on this trip was a bad idea, and no matter how much he struggled to make Sunghoon talk to his parents about taking him to Italy anyways — because they clearly loved Jake enough to at least try and do so — instead of ‘Middle-of-Nowhere-Ville’, all his trials ended fruitlessly.

Because two weeks after receiving the proposal of the trip, here Jake was, sitting in the passenger seat of his aunt’s half-working 1998 Ford Escort, trying to drown out Billy Joel by using his hand-me-down cassette player from his dad.

Seated behind him was assorted bags that each person inside the car had chosen as essentials to bring, Huiyeon: some old dolls she’d bought with her mom at an antique store during a trip to a small town in Oregon, her quilt since birth, dress up clothes, and of course clothes suited for a seven year old such as herself; Jake: about 20 different flannels, about 20 different cassettes, an ugly doll that he originally was going to leave at home, but since his mom considered it ‘necessary’, he packed it in his suitcase to appease her, and his polaroid; and his aunt, Seulyi: clothes you could typically find any 31 year old wearing, a picture book, a couple cassettes she had found for Jake, and some jewelry.

There were also more bags in the trunk, loaded with clothes. Due to the trunk space being so unexpectedly small, each person only got to pack two bags of clothes. The remaining things that needed to be packed were left in the bags in the backseat row, or left at home, due to lack of room.

A newly awakened Huiyeon interrupted the comfortable silence — aside from the Billy Joel songs from the radio — in the car.

“Are we there yet?” she yawned, stretching herself over as far as she could in the row without touching the bags that occupied the spot next to hers. One hand rubbed her left eye while the other one was shaken. “My whole body feels fuzzy.”

“Like TV static?” Jake questioned. He figured she was trying to wake her body up from falling asleep.

“Yeah. I feel fuzzy.” She responded, yawning a second time.

“We’re almost there,” Seulyi reassured from the drivers seat. Huiyeon and her met eyes from the rear view mirror, “give it about 20 more minutes, Hui.”

As Seulyi focused her attention back on the road, Jake took this time to fully take off his headset and pause his cassette.

“Hey, Aunt Seulyi?”

Seulyi hummed a half response.

“What’s the name of this town again? I forgot to look it up when I still had my phone…” Jake semi laughed. His phone was probably on his dresser at his house, or maybe in his parents room. Two days before the trip, they’d confiscated it in hopes that ‘he’d learn to keep away from it for a while’ and ‘he’d actually have to connect with people his age in real life’. Apparently, according to both them and Seulyi, the service there was horrible anyways.

What a load of bullshit. If Jake had to guess, the town would most likely be filled with old people, not anyone his age he could connect with.

“The town is called Elmbridge. The population is only around three hundred people, so it’s more than likely you’ll see the same people more than once while you’re down there.” Seulyi informed. “That means don’t pull anything dumb, Jake.”

Seulyi glanced in his direction, not in a way to berate him, but more in a warning way. Jake half assed a laugh as he turned out to face the window to watch trees as the car flew on the highway.

“Also, just to let you both know, we’re about forty five minutes away from actual human civilization,” she joked, “so this experience will be something interesting for us all.”

a/n : ive been formulating this story since 2020 LMFAO originally i wrote it with nct’s renjun in mind but i felt bad for emu having a sad ending for jake so here is his redemption arc

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mandu-17 · 1 year

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Under your spell | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Ah okay! I was thinking maybe Yoohyeon needs reader after a long day of work so reader finds a way to relieve her then the rest is up to you! Also take your time on the Siyeon fic and on my request also, no rush ❤️

Warnings: G!P Yoohyeon, unprotected sex, scratching, choking, cursing

Genre: Smut

Wordcount: ~ 1,713

A/N: kinda obssesed with this tbh

Twenty three, twenty four, twenty five. And over.

Yoohyeon let out a big breath, another series of back extensions done. She used her quick break in between series to walk around the small gym. Her legs were grateful for that. The burning feeling was spreading through her back muscles, as well as her hamstrings. Yoohyeon’s whole body was covered with sweat, but the thought of having only two more series to do put her in a better mood. Working out always was one of her favorite hobbies, the endorphins it delivered made everything look brighter. Especially, with Yoohyeon’s high level of stamina - it was a great way to spend her energy.

Although, that one cloudy afternoon when the weather outside certainly was not encouraging to do anything, Yoohyeon was distracted. Trapped in the company building, her body wanted to exercise, but her mind was occupied by something far more enjoyable. Another marvelous way to use her energy.

All she could think of was you.

Starting with your addictive lips - she could spend long hours kissing them. Your expressive eyes - telling her exactly what you need or how good she is making you feel. The way they’d darken with lust had Yoohyeon feeling hot every time. Your slim legs spreading open just for her or how beautifully your back arched during your climax. Everything about you was captivating her whole attention. Even the simple thought of your soft skin on hers resulted in her breathing faster. For some reason, since the moment she woke up that day, she just felt so... horny.

Hands resting on her hips, Yoohyeon licked her lips, before pressing them together. She could feel an amused smile forming on them already.

What were you doing to her? She thought, shaking her head.

Determined, she decided to focus on these last two series. The sooner she’ll finish, the sooner she’d actually see you in person. This had her motivated. After affirmatively nodding to herself, Yoohyeon was ready to continue her work out.

When stretching was also done, she headed for a shower. On her way, your girlfriend was wondering what you were doing in that moment. Her lockscreen, displaying a picture of Pie and you sleeping together which she took few weeks ago, told her it was half past six, meaning you were off work. Probably at home already, unless you stopped for grocery shopping.

You sure were a perfect wife material, Yoohyeon realized after you began to leave in the fridge plastic containers of food prepared for her to eat at work or while travelling. You always made sure to leave a sticky note on top of them, your messages were short, but sweet and often playful. You shared a similar sense of humor.

Few minutes later, after an extremely quick shower, Yoohyeon was drying her hair with a blow dryer. Her fingers impatiently traced through the strands of her hair. As she was observing them, she couldn’t help but to picture them in a completely different location. Around your neck maybe or buried deep inside- Honestly, she wished she was able to teleport to your apartment already. The thought of crossing half of the city during rush hour made her blood boil. That day, Yoohyeon noticed, she was truly practising her patience.

“See you tomorrow, Yoohyeon!” One of the company’s gym trainers exclaimed when she was about to leave the building.

“Ah, yes. Bye!” Hurriedly, she turned around in order to wave back at him. Her smile was only partly forced. Yoohyeon liked that guy, she really did.

She decided to blame her unusually unkind behaviour on you.

Yes, it was all your fault.

Hundreds of red lights, curse words and dirty thoughts later, Yoohyeon finally made it. With a lopsided grin, she recognized the smell of one of her favorite dishes coming directly from the kitchen. Oh, how she loved coming home to you.

Tired of waiting, she entered the room to find you above the stove, seasoning some vegetables on a pan. You still were unaware of her arrival, because of the radio you were listening to so loudly. Even now, when dressed in more loose, comfortable clothes around the house, you were driving her crazy. And she hadn’t even touched you yet.

Yoohyeon turned the radio down a little, before taking big steps towards you and trapping you in her arms.

“Woah, hey there, tiger.” You giggled, not even getting the chance to properly turn your head to see who turned the radio down. Yooh was very fast. And very straightforward.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Her lips were already longingly kissing the column of your neck, as she began to sway your bodies side to side. Yoohyeon let her eyes close, happiness embracing her just like she embraced you.

“Did someone miss me?” You asked, amused with her antics. Remaining focused on cooking wasn’t so effortless anymore.

“I was thinking about you all day.” Yoohyeon admitted with a small pout against your neck. There was nothing that could refrain her from getting excited at the close touch of your body.

“Oh, poor Yootony. You’re gonna be the death of me.” You joked, but truth be told - you were positively surprised. You had no problem with Yoohyeon getting back and acting like this everyday.

Turning around in her arms, you got the chance to see how dark her eyes had become. You felt so small in front of Yoohyeon like this. She was undressing you piece by piece with her intense gaze.

“And what am I supposed to say?” Your girlfriend complained playfully, her strong hands pressed you against the kitchen island.

You gasped at the sudden move, although the sound of it was swallowed by Yoohyeon’s eager lips. Not wasting time, she let her tongue inside your mouth, at the same instant, she made you sit on top of the counter. You wrapped both your arms and legs around her form, you knew how much Yoohyeon liked it when you initiated physical contact.

Your girlfriend’s mouth travelled down your body, she quickly took your oversized shirt off, so she had more area to explore freely. She smirked, realizing you weren’t wearing a bra. You hummed when Yoohyeon kissed the valley between your breasts.

The dinner you were preparing - long forgotten.

A sudden moan escaped you the moment Yooh bit your nipple. You shuddered, your hips rocked into hers and that’s when you felt it. Firstly, you took off her shirt. The sight of her firm muscles was something that always got you going. Then, your hand flew to her pants, palming the bulge that formed there. She was extremely hard.

Yoohyeon groaned in relief once you pushed her pants down to her ankles and freed her member. Very impressive she was - huge and veiny, probably the biggest cock you’ve had.

Weakly, you moaned her name as a sign that you were more than ready. Yoohyeon got rid of your shorts, her mouth watered at the sight of your glistening folds. She aligned herself at your entrance, met your eyes and pushed in causing both of you to moan loudly. Nothing could compare to the bliss you felt with her inside you. You were at her mercy, as Yoohyeon’s thrusts were fast and deep. She waited long enough to finally take you however she wanted - she was going to treasure your body as much as possible.

You loved every second of it. The way she was so confident in her desires and how she was able to meet all of your needs at the same time. It was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Shit, baby. You’re so tight.” Yoohyeon praised you, feeling your walls clench around her desperately.

You admired her abs working intently, her face twisted in pure pleasure, especially that little crinkle between her eyebrows and how her lips were forming a perfect ‘o’ shape. Just looking at her was enough to make you cum, you were certain.

“Yoohyeon, fuck.” You cried out when she slapped your thighs suddenly and brought you even closer.

She silenced you with a harsh kiss, not wanting anyone else to hear your moans. You were only hers.

Your nails were digging into the skin of her nape, your other hand created a path of red scratches down her back. Your chests rubbed together with every thrust of Yoohyeon’s hips. You held onto her almost like a koala, your legs were tightly wrapped around her waist with your toes curling at the pleasure. Yoohyeon cursed, it became harder to move her body because of your suffocating hold. She couldn’t stop nonetheless.

She found a phenomenal solution though. Yoohyeon closed her fingers around your neck and laid you down, further on the kitchen counter, while gently squeezing your throat. Your girlfriend was always very careful with you, even after you affirmed her for the hundredth time that you liked it when she choked you a little. It only added to the intense sensation Yoohyeon was giving you.

“I can feel you clenching around my dick.” She panted, addicted to the view of your naked form spread out in front of her. Shivers ran down your spine at Yoohyeon’s lustful voice, your thighs began to tremble. “You’re dripping all over me, baby girl. Just let it go.”

And so you did. You let yourself fall apart under your lover. The way your whole body shook and your back arched felt incredibly uncomfortable because of the hard surface you were laying on, however it couldn’t stop you from moaning uncontrollably and getting lost in the pleasure. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you harshly gripped Yoohyeon’s wrist with both hands.

Your girlfriend cried out when your walls tightened around her, massaging her member perfectly. These were the moments when Yoohyeon was the happiest about you being on pills because there truly was nothing more magical than cumming in your wet, warm pussy. She filled you with her creamy seed, her cock pulsed deep inside you before it slowly returned to its’ more relaxed state.

“Yoohyeon…” You mumbled weakly when aftershocks stopped, your breathing still uneven. There was even a path of your mixed juices dripping down your thigh. “The pan.”

“Shit.”

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mafiasliege · 19 days

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I dare you to let me go

(This is part 1 of my Jameson x Avery/angst fanfiction. I love Avery and Jameson but there's little to no angst fics of them so I'm writing this. Also, like I said, I'm an Avery defender but I'm tired of reading all the fics out there where it's all Jamie in the wrong. So anyway I'm done ranting, enjoy reading!)

JAMESON

Jameson was greeted with a cool breeze as he stepped outside the elevator into the foyer of the top floor of the building. It'd been quite some time since Avery started her own foundation named after her mother, but she didn't get a building for it until a while ago, which explained the unnatural shine of the place that only new things had. Like putting on a brand new fake smile.

Like right now.

Once upon a time, Avery had made Jameson forget what fake-smiling felt like. Every smile was real.

But that was a long time ago. Now it was only a fading memory he wanted and, at the same time, didn't, want to forget. He clutched the take-out bag tighter, as if they'd slip out of his hand due to how lost in thought he was.

You're fine. You're totally fine.

He didn't snap out of it until he got to Avery's office and knocked lightly. It was always very quiet on the top floor. Only the directors, Grayson, and Avery were allowed up here, the floors down below had the same loud chatter any other business building had. Avery's introverted side was one of the few things that stayed consistent over the years.

"Come in!" Avery yelled. Jameson stepped inside and saw her- face hidden behind the laptop screen, desk clad in papers, and empty coffee mugs- and sat on the chair infront of her. He plunked down the take-out bag from Avery's favourite restaurant.

"Oh thank you, Jameson. You didn't have to come all the way here though, you could've just sent it here with someone" she said, with what seemed like genuine gratefulness.

"I could've, but that would've marked the 12th meal this week that you hadn't had at home."

He said and smiled. He smiled now like he used to when he met Avery for the first time. Not that she noticed. How could she with all that work hogging her mind?

"I know, and I'm sorry. I've been too occupied. Turns out there's a whole pile of public proposals we hadn't received. Now I have to-" she carried on ranting while opening the take-out box. Jameson just listened to her fondly while eating too. He loved this side of her.

And yet.

And yet he felt so far away from her, like there was this massive, sprawling distance between them. When had it become like this?

Stop. Stop thinking about it. You're fine.

After they were done eating, Jameson pulled out a card and kept it on her desk.

"I brought this for someone turning 22 tomorrow. Have you seen her?" He said in a playful tone.

"I might have." Just as she was about to pick it up, Avery got a call and had to go to the floor below. She gave him a perfunctory kiss and ran left.

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"This has to be the most romantic rooftop dinner plan ever," said Lyra. Although the newest addition to the Hawthorne family, Grayson's girlfriend Lyra Kane had grown on them all a lot in the last few years. He wouldn't admit it, but he really liked being family friends frenemies with her. She was infuriating, in a good way, just like Grayson. Perhaps that's why they got together in the first place.

The rooftop; complete with glowing fairy lights, roses everywhere, Avery's favourite cuisine, and wine, of course; was missing one thing- one person. His riddle for her had been fairly simple, too simple for her. She should've been out of work and here by now.

She'll come.

"You got her palm fruit?" Lyra asked, slightly weirded out, "nice. After eating the palm fruit, maybe she'll let you palm her-"

"Stop right there" Jameson held up a finger and gave her a look.

"Alright. No palm fruit puns for you. See you tomorrow. Have fun!" she drawled dramatically as she climbed down the ladder back into the house.

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12:18.

It was 12:18 am. 18 minutes past midnight and over four hours past the time Avery was supposed to come.

Maybe she's stuck in traffic, he thought as he drowned the rest of his wine. After everything was ready, he started drinking a little to pass the time. He was used to waiting for Avery by now. The unopened wine bottle was a great vintage, Avery liked it a lot. He had brought it up there unopened, now it was almost empty.

"Hey," came a low, sweet voice. Avery's voice would've sounded sweeter in that moment. Unfortunately, though, it wasn't her.

"Avery texted. She had to fly to New York. She can't come back in time. I'm sorry."

She isn't coming.

The realisation hit him like a kick in the gut. Jameson sighed. "You're leaving something out, Lyra, and I'm way too drunk and way too tired to guess what it is. Spill."

"She told me she's going to make it up to you."

Ah, well.

She may as well have told him pigs can fly.

That's how much of a lie it was. Just another formality. How many times had she said it before?

"Why'd you get Avery palm fruit anyway?" She asked, trying to change the subject.

"She loved it on our last trip to Indonesia"

"Four years ago" she said, no, whispered it, "that was over four years ago. You know, when you actually spent time together."

She stared at him silently while he was searching for an answer. She wasn't wrong. Everyone knew that recently his relationship with avery had been… dry, Lyra just had the guts to say it, unlike his brothers.

"I'm fine. We're totally fine." He finally said, got up and started climbing down the ladder.

"Okay. Sure. Keep lying to yourself. But tell me this, how many times have you had your heart broken over the last five years?"

Jameson swallowed.

"I don't know."

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