#WRITING FOR S**JI?!?!
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'TRYNA GET YOUR BABY MAMA FULL OF THAT DICK !
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jing yuan, blade, luocha x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — n/sfw content, cheating, squirting, dumbification, neglect (from the husband), overstimulation, toxic relationships, dirty talk, petnames, reader is married, cucking, cowgirl, possessiveness (blade), vouyerism, luocha is your family doctor, etc • i never thought id write something like this but here we are lol anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & not proofread
𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
"bounce on me just like that, baby," jing yuan groaned, palming the fat of your ass as you rode him on your husband's couch. "s'big — you're so big, ji," you bit your lip, trying your best to suppress any moans — not wanting your neighbours to suspect anything.
"yeah? even bigger than him?" a sleazy grin adorned jing yuan's lips, your back arched so sinfully as he thrusted up into you. "ngh —!" you threw your head back, clawing his broad shoulders with your pretty nails, that your husband paid for you to get done.
"answer me, sweet girl," he whispered, fondling your bouncing tits before pulling and pinching at your hardened nipples. "d-don't tease!" you swatted at his hand, which only made him pinch harder.
" 'm not teasing, so serious right now baby," his droopy eyes were glinting with mischief — he knew he looked good. you gasped when his hand reached down to flick and rub at your clit, licking his lips at the way you clenched down on his cock.
"gonna cum, pretty?" he captured your lips in a heated kiss before you could even answer him — as if he already knew what you were gonna say. you could practically feel your eyes rolling from the pleasure behind your closed lids, pussy gushing all over his thighs and abdomen — drenching his cock in your juices.
" yesyesyes — 's so big, so much bigger than him —!" you babbled into the messy kiss, back arching even more and pressing your tits against his own chest —
"that's what i thought."
𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
muffled grunts of complaint escaped your husband's gagged mouth, hard cock straining against the rough fabric of his slacks.
"enjoying the view, cheating piece of shit?" blade had you spread eagle on you and your soon-to-be ex husband's shared bed — with you chanting his name like a prayer everytime his cock hit that one spot with unbelievable precision.
"mmph!" your husband growled — veins popping out from his forehead as he tried his best not to hump the air. fuck, you looked borderline delirious getting split open by your co-workers cock; pupils dilated with lust — practically having hearts swimming in your eyes for blade.
"look at 'em, baby — look at how fuckin' hard the bastard is," he forcibly turned your head over to your husband and the man almost didn't recognise you — tongue lolling out with each heavy thrust from blade, sweat dripping down your sinful body.
you didn't even pay attention to the tied-down man — all too focused on the way blade's thick cock rearranged your guts. "see how she turns into a dumb little slut for my dick?" blade spat, cockiness dripping from his words — sharp hipbones digging into the soft skin of your thighs with each slam of his hips.
"who does this pussy belong to?" blade turned your head back to face him, licking the tears that rolled down your heated cheeks. "y-you! all yours — it belongs to you!" you babbled mindlessly, causing a devilish smile to appear on blade's lips —
"oh yeah? and what's my name?"
"bladeee—! oh fu-fuck, bla-de!" you cried out before spraying your juices all over him — some of it even coating his abs.
"good fuckin' girl."
𝐋𝐔𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
"are you sure you wanna do this?" luocha whispered against your lips, his minty breath filling your senses. "please," you begged, rolling your hips on his lap to show your want — no, need for the blonde man.
it's not like your husband was a good man either — always out drinking and partying, while you stayed at home. alone. he brushed you off everytime you asked about the lipstick stains on his collar — saying you were being dramatic, you were sick of it. could he really blame you for wanting luocha? the young, handsome family doctor — who was also a gentleman at heart.
"i've got you," luocha's smooth, velvety voice cut off your train of thought, a gloved hand tilting your chin up before pressing his lips to yours. his other hand found purchase at your hip, before snaking up to wrap itself around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
you couldn't help but moan into the kiss — he was certainly good at this, better than your husband, at least. luocha was elegant but warm — the complete opposite of your husband, who was rough and neglectful. the softness of the kiss had you melting in his touch.
a gasp left your lips when luocha flipped you over, your back now turned to him while you laid on your tummy. "luocha.." you all but whined, pushing your ass back against his rigid cock, earning a soft groan from him. he pushed your sundress up, bunching the thin fabric at your waist — "no panties?" he mused, landing a playful slap on your plush ass. gloved hands found your cunt before you could answer, rubbing your bare folds.
an amused chuckle left the man once he felt how damp you were, "already this wet? hmm.. the mister has been neglecting you quite a bit, hasn't he? worry not, i will take great care of you."
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i’m actually obsessed with the kinks drabble u did, can u pls do it for the maknae line 🙏🏽
i picked yours to be the one to hold the absolute chaos that is abt to unfold. so i hope you were waiting patiently my love coz here it is!
all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)
➩pairing: maknae line x gn!reader
➩genre(s): smut, pwp
➩warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), penetration (not specified what hole, this one is for all the delulu’s out there) , kinks: mask, praise, degradation, oral fixation.
➩wc: 10.3k (10331)
➩author’s note: here it is. the long awaited maknae line. this is the second longest(?) fic i’ve done. but now i can continue working on my seungmin fic that’s a part of the afterglow series. now THAT is something to wait for *lip bite emoji*
➩part(s): previous
jisung | mask | 2.1k (2188) words
“Ji! Can you come here for a second?” You call from the bathroom. Your hands are currently around your back trying to do up the zipper of your costume, but it won’t budge.
Jisung comes running in, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
“What happened? I came as fast as I could!” He asks, scanning you up and down.
You furrow your eyebrows at his dramatics before shaking your head softly. You turn away from him and point to your back.
“Zipper won’t go up. Can you try for me?”
“Oh, yeah sure.”
As Jisung grabs the zip and tugs it a few times, it finally closes. You thank him and step back, assessing yourself in the mirror.
You and Jisung were invited to a halloween party and you decided, obviously, to go in a couple’s costume. It’s your favourite pastime for both of you really. Pretending as if you two are a couple when really you’re just best friends, but the public doesn’t need to know that.
You also told his parents that the two of you were dating as a joke, but he doesn’t know that. You are exceptionally good at keeping up with the whole ‘significant other’ appearances.
“I can’t believe we’re gonna be the best dressed at the party and we haven’t even arrived yet.” Jisung says, flexing in the mirror.
You stifle a laugh as you admire your handiwork. You were in charge of picking the costume and making sure to get the props and makeup correct. You decided that you wanted to go as Ghost and Soap from Call of Duty.
Okay, not exactly a couple’s costume, but you wouldn’t stop pestering Jisung to be Ghost saying that he would look good in a skull mask until he finally caved and agreed.
Now you’re having regrets as he is feeling himself a little too much and he is looking a little too good doing so. You have yet to see him with his full mask and headgear on as he requested for you to give him a black smokey eye.
You use your thumb to wipe some of the excess eyeshadow that rests on the top of his cheek and you give him one playful tap. He thanks you and immediately grabs the rest of his costume.
What a good job you did because he is starting to seriously look too sexy for his own good. You can barely look at him as he assembles his mask and headgear. Then he turns to face you, his arms out wide.
Oh.
Wow.
This is certainly a strange feeling you are experiencing inside of you right now. He looks, to put it plainly, delectable. And you seriously would want nothing more than to take a bite out of him-
“Y/n? Let’s go~” Jisung says, clicking in front of your face.
You shake those inappropriate thoughts from your brain. You are not to think of him that way, absolutely not.
──・──・・✿ ・・──・──
The party most definitely helps to distract from the glory that is Jisung. You have loosened up a little, enjoying the music, people’s costumes and the atmosphere as a whole.
“Y/n! God I’ve been looking everywhere for you. We can’t be a couple’s costume if we’re constantly separated, you know.” Jisung yells over the loud music, frowning.
You look up at him, his beautiful big brown eyes standing out from the white mask. Perhaps convincing him that this would be a good costume was not good for your mental wellbeing after all.
“Yeah…maybe.”
“What do you mean yeah maybe? Just yes.” he grabs ahold of your hand and pulls you close. You can smell his cologne, the one you bought him for his birthday. You take a deep breath. “Come, let’s go upstairs for a bit.” He says starting to lead you towards the staircase.
Your eyes widen and you try to plant your feet on the ground.
“Wait, just us? Like alone? Why?” You stammer.
He just looks at you as if you aren’t thinking straight. He tries to move you again but you don’t budge. You see him roll his eyes before you let out a questionable noise of surprise as he picks you up and carries you up the stairs.
He jiggles the handles of a few doors before finding an unlocked room. Being mindful not to bash your head or your feet, he manoeuvres his way through the doorway and places you gently on the bed. As you settle the unwanted swarm of butterflies in your stomach, Jisung goes over to the door and locks it.
“Why are we up here Ji?” You ask, your hands fiddling with a zip on your costume as you look around the room.
He takes off his helmet to free his hair; his mask shortly follows and he blinks to adjust to the light. Running a hand through the messy locks, he sits down beside you on the bed.
“Just needed a moment away y’know? It was getting a bit much down there. You really had to pick a costume that would draw all the attention to us huh?” He says nudging you with his elbow.
You wince slightly, rubbing the side of your ribs before squinting at him.
“You told me you wanted to be the centre of attention. I should be hearing a thank you, not complaints.” Jisung shakes his head at your words.
“I think it’s this mask, or the combat gear, or both. It’s certainly getting a rile off people.” He says in all seriousness. You miss the way his eyes lingers on you with a pointed look before they cast away to a corner of the room.
“Well of course. A mask automatically makes somebody look way more fuckable.” You say nonchalantly.
He turns to you, a smug smile on his face.
“Are you saying I’m only fuckable with this mask on?” Jisung says in a sultry tone.
You blink, seemingly caught like a deer in headlights. Has his voice always sounded so enticing?
“You and I both know that isn’t the case. But it damn sure helps your case.” Jisung gawks at this. His arm moving behind your waist and settling dangerously close to your ass as he leans in closer to you.
“My case huh?” He tilts his head at you, eyes squinting slightly. “You mean to say you wouldn’t fuck me in all my glory right now?” He questions, his voice nearing a whisper.
“Are you drunk?”
“Off you, yeah.”
You roll your eyes and lightly smack his chest. He grabs your hand gently and tugs your arm, making you involuntarily fall into his chest. You try to move back, but his other arm lowers you down onto the bed, caging you in. He smirks at you.
“Want me to put the mask on?” He removes his grasp on your hand and his fingers dance along your jaw. “That way it doesn’t technically count as me, but Ghost, who gets to have his way with you.” He purrs.
What the fuck is in the air tonight? Is Phil Collins playing somewhere?! You awkwardly chuckle.
“You know we’re only supposed to act like a couple in front of other people right? Nobody is having their way with anybody.” You say more to yourself rather than to him.
You knew it was a lie the minute it came out of your mouth. Now your costume is broken from the sheer force of Jisung and his manly ways of needing to rid you of your clothes.
“Fuck, fuck yes. You’re so fucking tight baby, shit~” Jisung, or rather ‘Ghost’ says as he grinds down into you.
The way he calls you baby makes your heart flutter. It’s not as if he hasn’t before, but those times he wasn’t, well, in you.
You really can’t believe he is inside of you right now. Inside of you whilst he adorns that incredibly sexy skull mask.
His deep grunts and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall over the muffled music from downstairs sends a shot of ecstasy straight into your veins.
“Bet you couldn’t fuckin’ keep it together at the thought of me in this mask huh? I seen the way you were looking at me downstairs darling, fuck, just had to get you all to myself. Couldn’t take much more of your pretty eyes looking at me like that any longer.” Jisung says as he repositions himself onto his knees.
He grabs your waist, your back arching off the bed as he uses you like his personal fleshlight.
The sounds of your moans are sure to make anybody who walks by stop and listen. No doubt blushing profusely whilst needing to quickly flee to give you your privacy.
Your hands reach up, grasping anything they could get a hold of. You manage to grab a buckle from his helmet and you lift your head to look at his mask.
“Ah fuck Y/n. Please don’t look at me like that. You’re squeezin’ so tight around me every time you look at my face. Driving me fuckin’ insane baby.” Jisung says, his fingers digging deeper into your waist as he pounds into you harder.
His grunts turn into that of a whine. His breath no doubt, creating condensation inside of his mask.
You run your fingers over the dips and curves of his mask. His hand trails to your back, lifting your body up so that your chest is flush against him.
Not casting your eyes away from the mask, you begin to grind down into his lap. His hands settle on the curve of your back, his fingers harshly gripping the supple flesh.
“Y/n—”
You just wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder as you start to bounce up and down. Jisung gladly meets you halfway by thrusting up into you at full force.
“Baby I can’t, not when you feel this good. I’m, shit, I’m gonna come Y/n.” Jisung whines, his breath becoming short.
“Me too Ji. I’m about to—”
“Come with me Y/n. Please, please I need you to feel good with me baby.” Jisung says. He releases one of his hands from you and he throws his helmet and mask off.
The sight with him wearing the mask is certainly one to engrave into your brain. But Jisung with his hair messy, eyes full blown with desire; only for you. Sweat dripping down his hairline and his plump lips parted as he releases quick breaths is something you would pay to see over and over again.
His hand makes his way to your chest, pinching and twisting the hardened bud before enveloping it with his mouth.
The sensation of his mouth on your nipple and his relentless fucking up into makes you see stars. You throw your head back, stilling your movements as you come.
If Jisung wasn’t catching feelings already then he did after he heard his name so gorgeously mewled from your lips; sending him over the edge as he pumped his load inside of you.
He shouldn't have, but he did. You simply felt just too good.
As you both come down from your high with heavy pants and small chuckles here and there, you assess the damage done.
Not to your relationship, but rather your clothes.
“So, through your fit of horny rage, did it occur to you that ripping apart my only costume that I brought would leave me topless?” You ask him with a raised eyebrow.
He looks down at your exposed chest, then at the floor where your broken top resides.
“Can’t you put it on and, y’know, just hold it tight whilst we find our way outta here?” He suggests.
You look down at the costume. Sure, some of it may be salvageable, doesn’t mean you want to hold it up to your chest and risk some drunkard bumping into you causing you to release your grip.
You get off the bed and start looking through the chest of drawers. Certainly not appropriate to do in somebody else’s home, but you don’t feel too bad considering their house will be trashed to a point where a large amount of money will need to be invested into replacing and fixing the damages.
Luckily, you find a shirt. You go to put it on but Jisung stops you. He takes the shirt from your hands and he opens it up, gently dressing you. Once he pulls the shirt over your head, he places a totally platonic kiss to your soft lips.
You tilt your head up at him, a silent question that he seems to understand.
“Because I want to take it off you, actually take my time with you when we get back and do it properly. Do it for real.” He says, his voice above a mere whisper.
Grabbing your hand, he leads the two of you out of the party. You can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face.
Who knew that Jisung wearing a mask would lead to this point? Not you, that’s for sure!
felix | praise | 2.2k (2205) words
The clock reads 01:36 am as you make your way to the skate park. The day was filled with sun and blue sky promising you a nice clear night sky covered in a blanket of stars. You climb the ramp and your senses are already filled with Felix.
“Thought you said you were gonna get here before me?” Felix teases not moving from his current position. You scoff lightly and wiggle your way into his arms and under the blanket.
Sure this may be slightly intimate for friends to do, but you know that Felix is a touchy person and you don’t mind all that much. Especially when he is the only one who agrees to stargaze with you at late hours of the night.
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Time passes by and the two of you lay there listening to your playlist and the crickets.
“Lix?”
“Hmm?”
“I finished reading the book that I had been putting off for ages” You say smiling softly. You feel his head turn to look down at you, so you meet his eyes, tilting your head up from his chest.
“Seriously?” You nod. “Wow, I’m so proud of you angel! Did you enjoy it?” He gleams.
Your brain takes a second to process what he has just said. Your face faltering and your hand that laid flat on his chest, now bunching up his shirt.
“Y/n? Did you enjoy it?” Felix asks again, chuckling softly at your fist balling up his shirt. You could only release a small hum in agreement. Felix looks back up to the stars and you miss the cocky smirk that now adorns his face.
“Hm, you’ve made me proud so far. You wanna use your words and tell me what you liked about the book like the good little angel you are?” Felix speaks lowly.
You can’t help but to squeeze your thighs together because of the way he is praising you right now. What has gotten into him? More specifically, what has gotten into you?!
“Uh, I liked how there was a story in the book” You say hurriedly, looking at the stars. Anything but him. Felix lets out a roar of laughter which inevitably snaps you out of your trance.
“Why are you laughing?” You groan, unaware of the nonsensical sentence you had just said.
He just shakes his head and pulls you closer into his embrace. His hand starts to stroke at your side and you are suddenly becoming extremely aware of the proximity between the two of you.
“Oh look, a shooting star!” You lie, pointing up to the sky to try and ease the tension.
However, Felix, much to your dismay, was not looking up at the sky, but rather at you. Looking at you like either the only person in the world, or the tastiest sweet treat he has ever seen.
Does he want to dote on you or eat you? You really can’t decipher which as you study his face.
“Why are you looking at me like that…”
“You’re just so good, so so sweet. I love having you in my life. I’m always so proud of everything you do. Makes me wanna keep you all to myself and not let anyone experience your sweetness.” Felix says, his other hand lifting your chin up to look him in the eyes. Something you are really struggling to do.
You gulp, unsure of the feelings that bubble in the pit on your stomach.
“M’serious. You have the most gorgeous smile doll, so pretty.”
Butterflies? Perhaps butterflies are fluttering in your stomach.
“Especially when I’m the one that makes you smile. I shouldn’t say this, but I think about you all the time. You’re always on my mind, Y/n.” Felix says, his eyes now wondering to the twinkles in the sky.
You can’t breathe. You know he likes to get personal, but not like this. Never like this. Something is different with the way he’s talking to you. It has been ever since the last time you were at the skate park with him and he told you how pretty you looked.
It may have been a slip of the tongue, but you expressed to him that you like when he would praise you.
Now the little shit has found a way to constantly fluster you.
“All good thoughts I hope.” You say breaking the silence that was brewing between the two of you.
“Of course. Could never be anything bad with you angel. Even if I was upset with you, all you have to do is just look at me with those perfect eyes and I’m yours. Can’t ever stay mad at you,” he shakes his head. “Never.”
You sit up, looking down at him with your mouth agape. He turns to look towards you, his arm going under his head to prop it up. He’s clearly been going to the gym recently because his arms are getting toned, and bigger.
The protruding veins on his forearms are enough to make you drool.
“Why would you say all that to me knowing I can’t kiss you for it.” You say, crossing your arms. He chuckles at you.
“Who says you can’t?”
You look around the empty skate park as if the answer was obvious.
“Uh, literally the number one rule in the rulebook of best friends? It’s the same for everyone ever. You kiss and you open up a door of complications.” You say matter-of-factly.
Felix sits up, the blanket falling from his chest and pooling at his waist. He places his hand in the space between your crossed legs as he dips his head slightly under to look at you through his eyelashes.
“Fuck the rulebook. You know you and I don’t follow rules anyways. That’s why we hop the locked gate to the park almost every night.” He states, smirking.
You can’t argue with that. He got you there. Though you aren’t done putting up a fight so you shake your head to disagree with something you clearly agree with him on.
“Well yes, but no. We can’t kiss.”
“I wanna kiss you.” He says looking at your lips.
“I just said we can’t.”
“Let me kiss you Y/n.” He licks his lips, his gaze unwavering.
You hesitate, but stand strong in this battle as you shake your head.
“Lix, strictly prohibited.”
“One teeny tiny kiss can’t hurt.” He says, his voice dropping dangerously low.
Gosh he looks so pretty underneath the moonlight. He literally has a twinkle in his eye. Not to mention his own set of stars that are sprinkled across his nose and under his eyes.
“I…want to, but—”
“But you’re talking too much. Let’s busy your lips shall we? Be my good little angel and kiss me.” He whispers, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.
You aren’t the world’s strongest soldier as you close the distance between you. Your lips entwine with his and fall into a rhythmic pattern almost immediately.
He smiles into the kiss whispering a ‘There you go doll’ making you squeeze those thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.
It’s cold outside, but the heat that your bodies emit are keeping you both warm as your body’s move in tandem. He kneels as you are on all fours, taking him down your throat.
“Y-yes~ So good. Just like that for me, doll. Just like that.” Felix moans as he pushes your head up and down his throbbing length.
Eager to please, you hollow your cheeks, taking him as far down your throat as you can get him. You moan around him and his head falls back as he holds your head down and thrusts into your mouth, making you gag.
“Good fucking angel. Taking me so far down that pretty little throat of yours. Shit, you gonna let me fuck your pretty hole? Please baby, make me happy and let me fuck you slow.”
He releases his hold on you and repositions himself. The blanket is now being used as a barrier between your naked bodies and the cold concrete beneath you.
Risky considering a guard could decide to do their job tonight and parole the park, but they never do. And that is at the farthest part of your brain as you now crawl up Felix’s body. Rubbing yourself up and down his length.
He releases a soft grunt, grabbing your hips forcing you to stop your movement.
“Don’t tease.” He warns as he raises his eyebrow at you giving you a firm smack on your ass.
You giggle, biting your lip as you attempt to move your hips once more before he smacks you harder this time.
“Naughty. Don’t start acting up now doll or else I won’t be so nice hm? Will you be good for me?” He asks lifting your hips slightly as he grabs his dick. He pumps it once before he runs it over your core a couple of times.
Realising he was waiting for your answer, you nod vigorously. He smiles at you before sinking you down on his cock, both of you letting out a long, breathy moan.
“So warm, so tight, fuck you’re choking me darling.” Felix growls, thrusting up into you slowly.
You rest your hands on his chest, meeting his thrusts halfway.
“Oh look at you. You wanna take the lead? Go on then doll. Ride me, but go slow baby yeah?” He lays still, his hands busying themselves with your nipples.
Taking his command, you start to ride him slowly. You close your eyes as you cherish each vein, each ridge of his dick as your walls envelope him.
“You look so pretty on top of me Y/n. Mm, I will never get this image out of my head. You’re made for me.” He pulls you down so that your chest lays on his as he starts to thrust up into you. He simply couldn’t resist the temptation that is you.
“Shit, can’t let you go after this. I’ll be damned if you fuck anybody else. You can’t, you’re mine now. Say it. Open your eyes, doll and tell me you’re mine.” He speaks into your ear before turning your head to face him.
“I’m yours Felix. Always have been.” You say with a soft whimper.
“Ah fuck~ Good. You’re damn right you always have been, my angel.” He starts to speed up, his hand trailing to between your legs to give you that extra stimulation.
“Lix I’m close.” You say, meeting his thrusts again as you whine loudly.
“I know baby, I know. Wanna come for me? Yeah you do. Be my good little angel and come on this cock.”
That was all you needed as you gushed all over him. Your legs quiver as you clench tightly around him.
“That’s it, feel good on my cock doll. You’re squeezin’ me so fucking tight love.” Felix’s voice is shaky as he wraps his arms around your waist and begins to chase his release.
He only lasts a couple more thrusts before he’s moaning your name so beautifully in your ear as he releases inside of you. You feel it, there’s so much as he empties his dick all in your hole.
You look down to where the two of you connect, his hips finally stilling as he breathes heavily. You lift up off of him and the mixture of your climax seeps out and drops back onto his length. Following put, Felix looks down at the mess you’ve both made, smiling smugly.
He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing tightly before he smacks it.
“Clean it up.”
Without a second thought, you move down and settle between his legs. With your ass perched in the air, you don’t waste time as you lick up and down his length. Sucking his balls into your mouth as you collect every last drop of the result of tonight’s escapades.
He has to grab your hair and pull your head up, the feeling of your tongue and soft wet mouth too much for an overstimulated Felix.
“Okay okay, shit, you did such a good job for me. Never expected anything less from my angel. M’so proud of you, c’mere.” He says, opening his arms wide.
You move to lay beside him and he folds the both of you up in the blanket. To the best of his ability anyway.
You both calm down, your senses momentarily heightened. Stroking your arm he litters the side of your head and your forehead with kisses. He then lifts your chin up to face him, planting a deeply soft kiss to your lips.
“I’m so proud of you. My little star,” Another kiss. “You shine brighter than all of the ones in the sky,” Another kiss. “I promise. You’re mine, I’m yours.” His voice, a softly spoken promise.
“I’m yours, you’re mine.” You say, smiling at him.
Felix doesn’t have to play pretend in the little world he has created that consists of you and him as now he gets to finally live in the reality of it. And you, you’re just happy to be a part of this new constellation that’s been written in the stars.
seungmin | degradation | 2.9k (2929) words
“Oh I would. I definitely would. ‘Til my jaw locks, the neighbours know their name, the wallpaper peels off the wall. You would need at least ten big bodied people to try to pry me off of them. I am so serious.” You practically drool.
You were showing Seungmin edits of your current celebrity crushes, having said extremely vulgar things about them and just what you would do for the past thirty minutes.
And no, you do not care if these said crushes may also consist of pixelated characters from games. If a person is attractive, they are attractive. You are not fussy.
Seungmin on the other hand has had to deal with his inbox of all his social media being full of edits that you bombard him with. Safe to say he is sick of it.
“You are disgusting” Seungmin groans.
“Yep. They so could have me in any position”
“Have you no shame?”
“Any day of the week.”
“Y/n, stop.”
“For them I am simply a hole-”
“Jesus fucking christ! Can you for once in your life not act like a fucking slut?” Seungmin questions, raising his voice slightly.
Oh. Oh.
You stop dead in your tracks, gulping loudly. You don’t say another word. Fearful for if you open your mouth, you will plead him to say it again.
“What now you’re silent?” He scoffs and looks over at you, monitoring your face. You still don’t move, not even to scroll through more edits on your phone. The same sound playing over and over. He sees the way you tightly grasp the fabric of your joggers before bringing his eyes back to your face.
“You liked that…didn’t you?” He quizzes, inching closer to you on the sofa. He places one hand on the arm-rest and the other rests near the back of your head; caging you in. When you don’t respond, he gently grabs a hold of your chin with his fingers.
“I asked you a question. Or are you too stupid to rack your brain to think of anything other than being used for your body?” He whispers.
You just came. Well you think you just did. If you didn’t, you are surely on your way.
“…No.” You meekly respond.
He laughs softly, pulling away and moving to his side of the sofa again.
“Oh okay. Was just making sure.” Seungmin says with a shit-eating grin.
You furrow your eyebrows at this, looking at him quizzically.
“What’s that supposed to mean? What do you mean you were just making sure? Making sure of what?” You ramble.
Seungmin just hums, ignoring your array of questions. He busies himself with his phone, completely shutting you out.
That incident happened on Monday, it is now Saturday. Something has shifted between the two of you, at least you think it has.
It is not rare for the two of you to bash heads. It is usually you getting on Seungmin’s nerves and he always cusses you out for it. Except the way he has been doing it since Monday has been…interesting.
It’s like he knows something about you. About the way you react to the way he raises his voice at you. The way he scoffs a laugh at you when you fail again at a level on the video game the two of you play. Or the way he downright disrespects you.
It’s stressing you out to say the least. When he acts cold and distant to you and then immediately blows up on you for even suggesting that he is acting weird.
You decided to give him some space during the week to sort out whatever mood swing he was going through.
You are at his house now for ‘Sleepless Saturday’s’. This was a tradition between the two of you and his other two roommates Jeongin and Chris.
First you all do some gaming, then you all stuff your faces with whatever food you want and now you begin the movie marathon. Luckily for you, it’s your turn to choose what everyone watches this Saturday.
Due to the fact that Seungmin had been off with you all week, you decided that you were going to torture him with choosing a movie franchise that he particularly doesn’t like.
It was only fair considering what he had put you through. You have never been so confusingly horny ever in your entire life.
As the boys come into the room with drinks and snacks you hear a groan from Jeongin and Seungmin. Chris just snickers to himself as he sits down in his designated seat.
“Right, who here pissed you off?” Jeongin says, looking at you before turning to the other guys. “You know this only happens when you piss Y/n off! And I know for damn sure it wasn’t me so you better own up or I will make all of you watch the director’s cut of Lord of the Rings next Saturday.”
At that, all of your eyes go wide as you plead with Jeongin. Chris complaining at how he wasn’t the one to blame and Jeongin confirming that it couldn’t possibly have been him.
All eyes fall to Seungmin who sits there snacking on some popcorn. He looks up to see eyes on him and he throws his hands in the air.
“What are you looking at me for?” Seungmin groans.
“If it wasn’t me or him, that only leaves you, genius.” Jeongin says, shaking his head at Seungmin.
Seungmin’s mouth falls open as he struggles to get words out. He looks from them to you, to which you quickly divert your eyes to the television screen.
“Dude, come on. Whatever you did to Y/n just apologise.” Chris says.
You are trying to hide your smile by taking a sip of your drink. You can always trust Jeongin to up the ante.
“I didn’t do anything!” Seungmin retorts. He keeps trying to catch your eye to have you side with him and convince them that they are just blowing this out of proportion, but you don’t give in so easily.
“You clearly did if we are all watching the Twilight Saga tonight.”
“Alright guys let’s calm down. The longer we argue the longer it takes for me to see some sexy vampires and werewolves on the screen. Sit down, I’m pressing play.” You say, breaking it up.
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The start of the second film has begun and you can feel a pair of eyes on you. Subtly, you stretch and turn your head to confirm the suspicions.
Seungmin stares at you with squinted eyes and you furrow your eyebrows in return. You almost miss it, but he points to the stairs before immediately getting up.
The other boys don’t pay him any mind as they, though they complained, are entranced by the film.
“Innie I’m cold, can I borrow a hoodie?” You ask.
“Yeah, just get one from my room.” He never pries his eyes away from the screen. “You know where. Just don’t—”
“Go in the second drawer yeah I know.” You say rolling your eyes and running up the stairs.
Passing Jeongin’s room, you go straight into Seungmin’s. He sits on the bed with his head in his hands.
“What?” You ask, folding your arms. He immediately stands up, walking past you to close his door. As he does, you get a whiff of his cologne and it smells delectable.
You have barely been in close proximity to him the whole day let alone the whole week, afraid that he will just snap at you.
“What the fuck Y/n?” He says in a hushed tone, careful not to be too loud.
“What do you mean?”
“Why have you been acting so weird? You’ve been so on edge around me today and then you chose Twilight as the film’s for us to watch. I.N’s right, you only do that when you’re pissed off. Did I do something?” Seungmin says, genuinely worried.
You fiddle with your fingers, trying to voice your feelings.
“You’ve been acting so strange since Monday…”
“This again? Jesus Y/n what about Monday?” Seungmin says, now frustrated.
You scoff and turn around. Trying to open the door to his room. It opens slightly before it gets slammed shut, his hand right by your head.
“Y/n. You do not walk away from me when I’m trying to have a conversation with you. Especially when I don’t know what I’ve done.” Seungmin says quietly behind you.
“Seungmin, this couldn't wait until tomorrow?”
He drops his head and you can feel his breath tickle the back of your neck.
“You’re killing me Y/n. Using my full name? Please just tell me. Tell me what I did.” He whispers against your ear.
Your chest rises and falls heavily at the lack of distance between the two of you. You take a deep breath.
“You were mean to me.”
He turns your body around so that you are facing him, his hands never break contact from holding you, his thumb stroking your arms softly.
“Was I? What did I say?”
“You said that I was a slut.”
Seungmin stares at you before he breaks out into a smile. He covers his mouth and recomposes himself.
“No I never. I said that you act like a slut. And was I wrong? No again. But you liked it didn’t you, sweetheart?”
Your mouth falls open. How has he flipped this back on you?
“Don’t tempt me with your open mouth Y/n. You know I’d love to shut you up in a way I know you would like.” He caresses your cheek with his hand.
“F-fuck you Seungmin.” You stammer, embarrassed. He just laughs at you, his bottom lip sticking out slightly as he tilts his head at you.
“No you want me to? I bet you do. Wanna open those legs for me like the filthy little whore you are huh? Want me to fuck you like you crave? Like the needy little cumslut you are?” Seungmin says, his voice now in a low timbre.
You hope the boys are so entranced that they can’t hear you become a moaning mess for your best friend upstairs.
It doesn’t help how he’s been calling you his dirty little plaything ever since he shoved his cock down your throat. Then pumped his fingers in and out of you as he sucked, licked and went to town on you with that dangerously long (and skilled) tongue of his.
Now you find yourself with your legs draped over his shoulders as he shows no mercy with his hips as he thrusts in and out of you at full speed.
“Yeah, take it slut. You’re not good for anything other than opening up those legs of yours. You just let anyone fuck you like this?” He lands a hard slap to your ass making you moan. “Huh? I asked you a question, you better fucking answer it.” He growls.
“N-no. Never.” You mewl, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
You hear him laugh at you. The fucker is laughing at you as he takes you to pound town.
“Never knew my best friend was so needy for cock. Yeah your fingers and your toys with your little fantasies of your crushes don’t do shit. You needed, no, wanted to feel like my own little sex doll didn’t you?” He says chuckling.
He slows down, putting both of your ankles on his right shoulder as he presses your legs into your chest and grinds down, hitting you so unbelievably deep. That delicious spot inside getting stroked time and time again as he rolls his hips into you.
The sweat off his forehead drips just below your eye, mixing with the tears that make their descent down the side of your cheek, wetting the side of your head.
He is enjoying the way you react, the way you clench around him tightly every single time he degrades you. Caught up in the heat of it all, he licks a stripe of your tears, humming at the salty taste.
Your mouth, open and panting for air, gets intruded by his tongue licking along your own before enclosing his mouth around yours, swallowing your moans.
This is all so filthy. So vulgar. So good.
The kiss is wet, sloppy and a mix of both of you breathing into each other’s mouths. He pulls away with your bottom lip between his teeth. He bit so hard he very nearly drew blood. The pain just mixes with the pleasure as you whine at the sensation to which he licks and soothes the bite marks that he’s created.
He dips his head down, kissing, sucking and blowing cool air on your neck before speaking low in your ear.
“You’re such a dirty hole. My own personal—fuck, tight little hole for me to fill up. Aren’t you? Shit~”
“Min I can’t. Too much.” You say as your hands travel down his back, your nails scraping so hard it breaks the skin.
“Yes you can. You can take it Y/n, come on. It’s what you were made for. You were made to be used, you can fucking take it.”
“Minnie m’gonna fucking come.” You cry out.
He shakes his head.
“No the fuck you’re not you dumb little hole. Ngh, you’re gonna make me come first. I’m first, then you can. Mkay?” Seungmin says, his voice betraying the authoritative demeanour he adopted as it cracks slightly; turning into a desperate whine.
You try to be good for him, holding the coil that threatens to burst any minute now.
“Fuck I’m coming. Shit Y/n, I’m coming.” He says, his hands roughly gripping the pillow beside your head as he unloads into you.
“Please, please, please!” You whine, rocking your hips to chase your own release.
Knowing you’re about to snap, he moves one of his hands between your thighs, stimulating you at your core whilst trying his hardest to fuck you through your orgasm.
You swear you’ve never come this hard. Let alone this much. Your legs are uncontrollably shaking. You milk him dry and he makes sure you ride out your high for as long as possible before he collapses half on you, half on the bed.
You try to catch your breath, but it is proving difficult.
“Y/n take a deep breath for me sweetheart.” Seungmin says, catching his own breath as he strokes your forehead as places gentle kisses to your eyelids and cheeks.
You take three deep breaths and are able to regulate your breathing to soft pants now.
He pulls out of you, moaning at the loss of warmth, but also at the mess that spills out of you. He moves down the bed, cleaning you up. Eagerly lapping up the result of both of your climaxes.
You don’t think you can take anymore of the overstimulation and you weakly push his head away to which he laughs that sexy laugh of his again.
“Okay okay, m’sorry you just taste too good.” He crawls back up the bed and lays beside you, holding you in his arms.
He doesn’t even think he has gone as intense as he did just then and he doesn’t think you have either.
He makes sure to just hold you, swaying you lightly as he kisses you on the side of your head. He looks at his bedside table saying an internal thanks as he sees his water bottle is full.
He takes it and holds it to your mouth.
“Y/n I need you to drink this for me okay. Open your mouth darling. There we go, slowly, not too fast.” Seungmin soothes as he helps you drink.
Once you’ve had at least a quarter he stops for a bit. Telling you just how good you were for him and that he’s so proud of you. He rubs between your thighs, not even to get you going again, just to soothe the ache.
“I’m not letting you have sex with anybody like that other than me.” He says and you both laugh. Though he is completely serious. After that you simply cannot even think about any of your celebrity crushes because you just know he has ruined you for them. Even if they were just a fantasy.
After, and only after you had finished the bottle of water, were you allowed to let him clean you up properly. When you got the strength to get up, you tried to make yourself look like you weren’t just fucked into oblivion as you hobble down the stairs with Seungmin.
That was your, amongst many, mistake.
Jeongin and Chris look appalled. You see Chris shaking his head whilst Jeongin jumps up from his seat, actually looking like he could hurt the both of you.
“What, and I can not stress this enough, the FUCK!” Jeongin yells.
“No way you were clapping cheeks when we had to sit here and watch two whole Twilight movies. No way.” Chris mumbles to himself.
“What do you mean?” Seungmin says shrugging and acting confused.
You think you actually saw the string of sanity that was holding Jeongin together snap as he lunges for Seungmin. Whilst Chris on the other hand shakes his head at you like a disappointed mother.
Through Seungmin’s screams and Chris’ ‘Mate yous are nasty’, it’s safe to say that you and Seungmin deserve to sit through the director’s cut of Lord of the Rings at least three times to make up for tonight!
jeongin | oral fixation | 3k (3009) words
You stretch, releasing a small yawn from beside Jeongin before placing the knuckle of your finger between your teeth as you concentrate on scrolling through your laptop.
Jeongin was texting on his phone, humming a simple tune. However, the sound of a wrapper unfolding and being squished up into a ball caught his attention.
He watches as you place the lollipop between your lips. This is the third one today.
One of the boys in the group chat sent a video of what they’re currently doing. Jeongin knows that you think all of his friends are attractive. Which he likes to pretend doesn’t bother him, but deep down it makes his right eye twitch a little bit.
Yet being the good friend he is, he turns the phone and shows you, lightly nudging your arm with his elbow.
You watch as Minho lifts a spoon to his lips, his tongue darting out to catch the contents dripping from the spoon before he puts it in his mouth and moans.
“How does he make eating soup look so fucking hot.” You say with your lollipop tucked away in the side of your cheek.
“He doesn’t. He’s just being annoying.” Jeongin says distastefully.
You lean over him, grabbing the white stick of your sweet treat between your fingers as you press play on the video again.
Jeongin watches you as you become strangely enraptured by the video. When Minho catches the liquid with his tongue, he sees you watching intently, the lollipop slowly making itself comfortable back in its designated place.
As the video ends for the third time, you are now quiet as you occupy your mind with something Jeongin knows not.
The way you so seamlessly move back into your previous state of shopping on your laptop made Jeongin squint his eyes.
It always did make him wonder why you would always adorn a sweet suckle between your lips. Always a lollipop, a hard candy or just an ice cream. Anything that could keep your mouth busy, you made sure to have.
But it was only with him you did it. He never questioned it until now, when things started to click into place.
“Innie are you even listening to me?” You say waving your hand in front of his face. He blinks a couple of times, taking account of the sweet treat in your hand.
“What?”
“I said what pair of shoes should I get? I have loads of black, barely any white and little to no coloured ones. What are we feeling?” You say turning your laptop to face him.
He looks at the choices of shoes you have presented in front of him. He never has been good with masking the expressions on his face; this time it shows one of disgust.
You catch the expression quickly and you groan.
“You hate them all. You know what, forget this. I’m just gonna continue to wear the shoes I already have.” You say placing the lollipop in your mouth and turning the laptop back to your eyes only.
Curiosity bested Jeongin as he looked at you with questioning eyes.
“Why do you always have something in your mouth?”
You look at him with a raised eyebrow, taking the lollipop out of your mouth.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, for the past month, every time we hang out, you’re always eating.”
He realised he hadn’t quite worded that correctly as you squint at him. Though before you could press further he held his hands out, quick with an explanation.
“No, not like that. I mean you always have a sweet or an ice cream. Why?”
You shrug, scrolling through a new clothing website you found.
“I dunno, soothing I guess.”
“I can’t imagine it’s good for your teeth.” Jeongin says as he grabs the remote to the television.
“We’re all gonna die anyways, what does it matter if it’s not good for my teeth.” He rolls his eyes at your logic, though he continues to browse through Youtube.
“Just because we’re all gonna die, doesn't mean you have to speed up the process.”
You huff out a laugh, shaking your head.
“I don’t think I’m going to die anytime soon from a few cavities Innie.”
He turns to look at you, momentarily peering over at your laptop screen.
“I don’t know, I just feel like you should find other alternatives. You have good teeth, I’d hate to see them all withered away by the time we’re like forty.”
You turn to him and purposefully crunch down on your lollipop.
“May I ask what made you decide to hone in on my habits? ‘Cause it seems you care very much for the health of my molars.” You taunt.
“I…I don’t know. Was just curious I guess, whatever. What do you wanna watch?”
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Strange. From that day onwards , every single time you would hang out with Jeongin, he would notice that your mouth didn’t occupy a sweet treat.
Perhaps he had gotten used to seeing your pretty lips moulded around something. Perhaps his mind would replace the sweet treat you were sucking for his dick.
Gosh, no! He can not be thinking about you that way. Yet…the thought sends blood rushing straight to the core of his being. Not ideal with the warmth that the jacuzzi is providing and the sight of you in your bathing suit no less than a metre away.
“You didn’t have a lollipop today.” He states as he plays with the bubbles that rise to the surface of the water.
“I had a dream that I got really bad cavities and my teeth fell out. I’m not joking, it scared me so bad that I vowed to stop eating hard candies.” You exclaim.
Jeongin bursts out laughing but you look at him with a deadpan face.
“What was the joke? Because I fear I’m missing out.” You say crossing your arms and raising your eyebrow.
At this, Jeongin stops laughing and rolls his eyes.
“Oh come on, how do you expect me not to laugh at that?” He snickers.
“It was a nightmare! I swear if I lose any teeth, I am going to gnaw on you with my gums until I make you bleed.” You say slinking further down into the jacuzzi.
You’re brought out of your slump when Jeongin decides to playfully splash water at you. You get him back by splashing water directly in his face. His mouth was open from laughter and now he is choking on the water that he accidentally swallowed.
He tries not to make a scene, but how could anybody possibly not when they are choking. Clutching the side of the jacuzzi he heaves and coughs.
He feels the water move beside him and soon a hand patting him on his back quickly follows.
“Alright tough guy, calm down.” You say patting and rubbing his back in small circles.
This seemed to have helped him as now he turns back around and submerges himself in the water. But before his head went under, he could hear your giggles.
Mischievousness graces Jeongin as he decides to grab your ankle under the water making you scream and grab ahold of his hair.
He winces in pain as you pull him up and immediately start scolding him.
Something about how if he does it again you will roundhouse kick him in the neck? He isn’t too sure as the water was still pouring out of his ears.
“What’s got you so cranky as of late? You're having withdrawals from your sweet treats, huh?” Jeongin asks as he sits back down in the jacuzzi next to you.
“No! Yes… I don’t know, I just feel so restless. Having something to suck just calmed my thoughts as weird as it sounds.” You voice frustratedly.
Jeongin listens as you unload about how this weird obsession over needing something in your mouth has made it hard for you to focus if you don’t have something occupying your mouth.
He says a silent prayer of forgiveness for what he is about to do.
“You can always suck my fingers.”
You look at him as if he just called you a hideous, vile creature. At least that’s the same look you gave him when he said that you were like ‘if cream cheese was a person.’
“You’re serious aren’t you?” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
“It’s just me. I mean there are other things to suck.” You raise your eyebrow. “I’m joking.” He wasn’t joking.
“But I can’t just suck your dry finger.”
“It’s not dry, see?” He holds up his hands as water cascades down his arm, “Perfectly wet, as all hands should be. Ignore that last part. I don't know what that meant.”
You chuckle softly at his nervousness.
“I am not sucking hot tub water off of your finger Innie. Come, follow me.” You say as you get out, grabbing your towel.
He follows quickly like a duckling following its mother as you lead him to the kitchen. You open it and get out a jar of honey. Turning to Jeongin with what you hold like a trophy, you stand there beaming and he can’t help but to swoon internally at how cute you are.
“What about the tooth nightmare?” Jeongin quips.
Your smile falls and you pout.
Oh how he wants to kiss the pout off of your plump lips.
“A little honey won’t hurt, like I said, I’m not sucking hot tub water off of your finger.”
He watches as you dance around the kitchen, grabbing a teaspoon and taking a seat beside him on the island.
As you scoop the teaspoon into the honey, he hears you mutter something along the lines of ‘I can’t believe I am doing this.’
You hold the spoon up to his mouth.
“Have a little taste first, see if it’s nice.”
He squints playfully at you before his tongue pokes out of his mouth to taste the sweet substance.
In the corner of his eye, he watches as your eyes bore into his lips. Being a tease, he licks them, just so he can witness that wonderful reaction in which you hitch your breath and then pretend you weren’t staring directly at his mouth.
“Sweet as ever,” He swipes his index finger across the spoon and holds his finger up and makes a come hither motion. “Come taste for yourself.”
You place the spoon on the island before leaning forwards to try and capture his finger.
He moves his hand towards him, making you nearly fall off the stool. He chuckles deeply, his hand going to your thigh to steady you.
“Come on, I said come and taste for yourself.” He teases.
You sit back, your eyes momentarily looking at his smirk before it falls back to his finger. The honey glistens in the light, a trail making its descent down his finger as if it’s racing away to save its life.
You grab his wrist, taking him by surprise, but he tsks at you.
Ignoring his disapproval at your impatience, you slowly lick the trail of honey that was trying to escape. Your tongue ascends to the tip before your lips enclose around his finger.
You close your eyes, relishing in the dulcet taste as you suck all of it off.
The sight of you, his best friend, sat here in your bathing suit: damp, is making his head go berserk. He is trying to fight the violent urge to moan out loud at this sudden turn of events.
What causes his swimming trunks to tighten is the moan you release around his finger at the taste. You had to have done that on purpose you little tease.
Once sated, you release his finger with a pop. Looking up at him with a wide smile and a bat of your eyelashes, he swears he’s being hypnotised.
This act alone has made an indelible impact on the relationship between the two of you. It would be a waste if he didn’t take this opportunity whilst it is still arising.
And it certainly was an opportunity he would be an idiot to miss. Which is why it explains the way you two are situated on the sofa. Jeongin is sitting upright as your head rests on his thighs. Except your soft lips have moulded around his dick so nicely.
You are cockwarming him. His suggestion considering he just couldn’t ignore the hard on he got from the way you sucked his finger earlier.
Every now and then your cheeks would hollow or your tongue would swirl around the head or you would just take it upon yourself to bob your head up and down.
“Y/n, being coy only gets you so far. You know what you’re doing, moving your tongue like that, shit. I thought you just wanted your mouth full hm?” He brings a hand down and starts to stroke the side of your head.
You look up at him with those eyes and he can’t take it anymore. Not when you look as good and cute as you do right now.
His hand that was stroking your head, grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to tug and pull your head on and off his dick.
Happily obliging, you start to pump him with your hand, twisting around the length. Your other hand focuses on playing with his balls, making him release a low moan.
“Know you wanted this, huh baby? Yeah you did. You just wanted to have my fat cock on your tongue. Isn’t that right?” He says as his head lulls back.
The film becomes a forgotten task as you drool and take him further down your throat.
He pulls you off of him and you let out a small whine.
“What? Don’t whine. Do you already miss me in your pretty mouth?” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to come down your throat. Be good and let me fuck you right and I’ll let you suck my thumb yeah?” He says panting.
You nod.
“Need your words baby.”
“Yes, please fuck me Innie. Please let me have your thumb in my mouth, please.” You beg.
He smiles and positions you so that you lay on your back. He lowers himself, kissing down the valley of your chest and down your stomach. His lips are soft as he kisses, licks and even sucks the skin down to your core.
“It would be awfully rude of me to not taste how sweet you are before fucking you. You’d like that wouldn’t you? My mouth, my breath, my tongue.” He purrs.
As he places open mouthed kisses around your core, you try to shut your legs but he opens them wider. His arms propped in a way where you can’t close them.
Without warning, his mouth is on you. Wet, sloppy and warm as he devours you in your most sacred place of your body.
“Just like that, Innie. Your fucking mouth, oh my~” You moan as your hands travel down to his hair, tugging on his roots.
His tongue dances around your hole before entering it. The sensational feeling makes your back arch off of the sofa.
He listened to your body, watched how it reacted to certain things he did. What sounds you made when he swirled his tongue.
It wasn’t long before you came undone on him. That didn’t even seem to be what Jeongin had wanted to do most desperately, but he just had to taste you.
You take a deep breath as he slips in. He goes slow at first, letting your body accommodate his size before he starts to lose his composure and fuck into you like a wild rabbit.
Your moans are a symphony of pleasure and he loves nothing more than to listen to the sounds he is causing you to make.
“Open your mouth pretty.”
You do as you're told. He places his thumb in his mouth, wetting the pad before smearing some of it on your lips and shoving it into your awaiting mouth.
You immediately start to suck on his thumb. His fingers rest on the side of your neck as his other hand resides on your hip.
“You feel so good I don’t know if I can hold out. Look at you sucking my thumb like it’s my cock.” He says, his voice shaking.
He continues to pump inside of you and you clench around him. He groans out and takes his thumb out your mouth and squeezes your cheeks together.
“Squeeze me again darling and I’ll come.” Before you can speak, he closes the distance between the two of you and swallows your moans.
Your tongues are certainly getting to know each other as you suck on it before you clench again making his hips falter and soon enough, filling you up.
You follow suit not long after, reaching your high as you moan out his name and wrap your arms and legs around him. Trapping him as his arms give way and he falls on top of you.
His head falls into the space between your head and your shoulder as he places soft kisses along your neck and collarbone.
The hum of the television playing the movie the two of you paid no attention to plays as you both caught your breath and enjoy the silence between you.
“You like mouths or something?” Jeongin breaks the silence.
“Something like that. I like yours. Been dreaming of your lips on me since forever.” You say, your hands stroking down the crease in between his shoulder blades.
“So fucking hot.” He lifts his head up and places a long, tender kiss to your lips. His hand caresses your side as he smiles down at you.
“We need to restart the movie, don’t worry, I think I have some ice cream that we can eat.”
Since his suspicions were confirmed, Jeongin is sure to have a lot more fun with you!
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Need more yuuji smut!!
So hear me out-
bestfriend!yuuji finding your depressed ass in the park while it's raining and you're soaked. So he takes you home and take care of you and puts you to sleep in jis clothes.
Then wakes you up by eating you out and then .. you know.. the rest of the stuff
Holy shit am I in my angst era? 😭 Yuji is 100% my comfort character, so this was very nice to write. He's so boyfriend oml I love him so much<3 I don't even care if this does well or not. I really needed this, tysm for the idea!!<3
⚠️ If you or anyone you know struggles with their mental health or has thoughts like these, please look up your local s*uic*de prevention hotlines. Everybody deserves to get help, and everyone deserves to live. It might not always be as easy as in my little story, but please look after yourselves, I love you all so much and thank you all for all of the love and support🫶🏻 As someone who's been struggling with their mental health ever since their early teens I can say that I definitely can't speak for everyone on this matter, but maybe some will find comfort and familiarity in this
TW: angst, s*icid*l ideation, mentions of declining mental health, hurt and comfort, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, body worship, nipple play, body appreciation, mating press, confession, a lot of crying, this is so dear to my heart, supportive!bff!yuji
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Everything has been fucked lately. Your job sucks, school isn't going great, your social life is almost nonexistent, your family is a mess and you just want some peace and calm. You've been home constantly, but you just can't stand it anymore, which is exactly why you went outside for some fresh air. And as if the universe was giving you the middle finger as well, it started raining. But you just couldn't be bothered anymore. Life sucks and your mental health is declining. So you don't even flinch at the rain hitting your lowered head. You don't care that your clothes are soaked at this point. You just sit there and take it. You've been sitting here for what feels like hours. There has been multiple nosy on lookers that passed by mumbling. Some of them showed concern, but some of them were threw disgusted looks at you and assumed you're some kind of junkie that's loitering around in their peaceful park. You couldn't care less, nobody was actually brave enough to approach you anyway, so you let them talk.
It's getting cold, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're soaked and it's getting dark, but you feel like you have nowhere to go. You're starting to feel numb, your hands and feet are cold and you almost can't feel them anymore. This is actually quite nice, you're neither sad nor mad, you feel empty, but it's not uncomfortable like it usually is. You feel calm, you're not worried. You think that freezing to d*ath might actually be a good way to go. It would be like falling asleep without having to ever wake up again. For the first time in weeks you felt yourself smile. You've made up your mind, nobody will miss you anyway so why bother. But as you were about to lie down, you heard a familiar voice screaming your name.
"What the hell-", you thought to yourself as you sat back up and looked around. You didn't have to wait long before seeing a familiar figure run towards you.
"Y/N!!! Where are-? Oh my god there you are. I looked everywhere for you. What are you doing?", he reached out to grab your shoulders, only for you to flinch away.
"Yuji, what are you doing here?"
"Well, you weren't picking up my calls and I got worried." When you didn't give him an answer, he continued, "Are you alright? Whoa you're soaked and my god you're ice cold c'mon let's get you home. I don't want you to get sick.", he grabbed your hand, trying to get you off that bench. But you didn't budge.
"Y/N? What's wrong c'mon let's go-"
"No, I'm fine, really. Just leave me be."
"What are you even saying? How could I? You are in no condition to be left alone. It's freezing and you're soaked c'mon let's go home-"
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMN IT!", you screamed and felt tears leave your eyes. Shit. When you reached up to wipe away at your eyes, Yuji stopped you and wiped your tears with his sleeve instead.
"Y/N I don't know what's going on, but please let me help.", he knelt down, squeezing your trembling hands and giving you a warm smile.
"Why do you care so much?", that came out way too wobbly for your liking.
"Why do I care? Y/N, you're my best friend of course I care. How could I not? Look at you."
You were at a loss of words, so he continued. "Is it okay if I touch you more?" Nod. As soon as you gave him the okay he pulled you into a tight hug. It took you a bit to relax, but you eventually gave in and let your emotions run wild. You were shaking, crying loudly in his embrace. All the built-up tension of the past weeks came flooding out, but he was there to catch you. He held you close as you let go. He didn't say a word until you calmed down a bit.
He pulled away to take a look at your puffy face. "Let's go over to mine, hm? What do you say?"
"Fuck it.", you thought as you nodded and got up.
"Want me to carry you?"
"No, that's embarassing. I can walk alright.", you huffed.
"Don't worry, it's late. Nobody will see."
"Okay."
After he wrapped you up in his jacket, you got on his back and let him carry you to his apartment. He's so warm and smells really good. You subconsciously nuzzled your face closer to him. Falling asleep like this would be way nicer than alone. You thought of that as you closed your eyes and hugged him tighter.
Luckily, he only lived a couple blocks away from the park. He was gentle when he set you down as soon as you arrived.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it.", there it was again, his sweet smile. "You should go take a bath before you get sick. I'll lend you some of my clothes." Nod.
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You felt like a new human being after the warm bath. His clothes were also warm and smelled like him. It was oddly comforting. Has he always smelled this good? Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.
"Oh wow, you look better already.", he grinned.
"Yeah", you cracked a smile back at him, "I do feel a lot better. Thanks a lot."
"Of course! Now, what do you want to eat, you must be starving? How long were you out there anyway?"
"All day actually...", you confessed.
His shocked expression made you giggle as he pushed you into his kitchen.
After a good meal he said you could go sleep in his bed. He'd sleep on the couch tonight. But you stopped him. "I don't want to be alone. Can you sleep with me tonight."
"Sure, I thought you needed some space and didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Can we cuddle too?"
"We can do whatever you need."
That's how you found yourself back in his arms for the nth time today. The atmosphere was calm, as you were exchanging occasional remarks while watching something. You don't know what overcame you, but you just felt so safe and taken care of that you leaned in for a kiss. However, you quickly pulled away when you felt him stiffen up and not kiss you back.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm so stupid. You probably hated that. Shit, please don't hate me-"
"No, please calm down, it's alright. It's not that I don't like this. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"You're in a very fragile state right now. I don't want you to do something you might regret."
"But I'm sure, I really want this-"
"Sleep it over. Just one night and if you still feel like it tomorrow I'm down. I'm here for you. We can cuddle all you want, though. I just don't want to take advantage of you."
You shot him your biggest pity pout and when that didn't work you gave in. "Alright, alright, I guessss.", you huffed and fell into his embrace. Both of you didn't talk much after that, there was a bit of tension, but you didn't act on it. When you finally drifted off to sleep it was enveloped in his warmth and smell.
You haven't slept this well in a long time. And you definitely haven't been woken up this nicely in a long time, either.
After such a good night's sleep you didn't expect to wake up to your best friend between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy.
"Hi, good morning", he rasped, morning voice heavy. "You just looked so cute wiggling around in my arms and when I checked you were already so wet down there. Sorry, I couldn't resist.", he said while softly kissing up your thigh.
"It's alright, let me wake up first, though ah-", you couldn't finish your sentence, because your head snapped back with a moan, as he dove back between your legs.
"Sorry, but I need this just as bad as you do. You taste so good. God, I've been missing out on this this whole time? Just lay back and let me take care of you."
You couldn't say no. Not that you were able to say anything at all with his skillful tongue and fingers working your cunt open. He made you a whimpering and sensitive mess in a matter of a few seconds.
"Shit, how are you so good?", you let out a drawn-out moan, but didn't get an answer from him. His actions spoke instead of him, as he had you cumming on his tongue soon after. Once he licked you clean he slotted his body between your legs and kissed you nice and deep.
"Mmh", you moaned against his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.
"Tastes good, right?", he grinned.
"Shut up", you playfully hit his chest, grinnig right back at him.
"Alright, my turn.", you smiled, trying to get him to lie down only to be pushed back, as he got on top of you again.
"Nope."
"Hey! Not fair, I wanna taste you, too.", you pouted at him.
"Maybe next time. Today's all about you, I don't want you to lift a single finger. As I said, lay back and let me take care of you."
That was an offer you definitely couldn't refuse. So you gave him a nod and waited for his next move. His next move was a very welcome one, as he finally rid him himself of his shirt. You always knew he was well built from years in the gym and other sports. But seeing him like that up close made you gush. His front was mouth watering, and his arms were to die for. He was huge. You would've rubbed your legs together to ease your pain if he wasn't keeping your legs open with his body between them. You didn't even notice you were staring until he spoke up.
"You're practically drooling."
"Fuck, sorry.", you shrieked looking away.
"Don't sweat it. Oogle me all you want, I dig it.", he smiled, pulling your face back in his direction.
"Can I touch you?"
"What kind of question is that? Go for it!"
His skin's so soft, but the ripples of his abs and chest are brick hard. He let you explore his body before grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle kiss.
"My turn.", he whispered against your fingers before pulling your shirt up and exposing your tits. Your nipples were already hard from all of the stimulation earlier.
"Fuck, they're so pretty.", he whispered, grabbing one in each hand and giving them a hard squeeze.
"Shit.", you moaned, back arching off the bed and pussy rubbing against his hard cock. To make matters worse, he leaned down, licking a thick stripe up your neck and pinching your aching nipples between his fingers.
"Off. Now.", he demanded, already helping you pull the shirt over your head. You were finally fully exposed and he ate it right up. He leaned back down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and massaging your other breast. He made sure to pay equal attention to both. It felt really good, but you were getting impatient, already grinding against his hard crotch.
"Yuuji~~", you moaned at a particularly hard suck. "Don't tease. Pleasee, I need you.", you whined.
"Shit, sorry I got distracted. Wait here, I'm gonna go get the condoms."
Before he could leave you, you stopped him.
"No, wait, please don't. I want to feel you.", you said, already digging your nails in his arms at the mere thought of doing it raw.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive.", you smiled reassuringly.
"Fuck, alright. Got it.", he swore and rid himself of his boxers.
Once again you were staring. He was bigger than you thought. You definitely couldn't wait any longer. You needed him inside of you immediately.
He didn't make you wait long before he started to slowly bottom out. Your moans grew embarassingly louder with each inch that filled you up.
"Shit, you're so tight. Please loosen up, you're gonna kill me."
"Sorry, it just feels so good.", you mewled back arching and pressing your soft tits against his hard chest. "Kiss me, please~~" He immediately obliged, crashing his mouth against yours. It was so raw and messy when your tongues kept mashing together, but it just felt so right.
"I'm gonna start moving now. I'm gonna fuck you so good."
You nodded and pleaded. Your wish was his command, so he finally picked up his pace. And god, was he good with his hips. With each thrust and shift of your legs, he kept hitting you deeper and deeper until you practically saw stars. It's so cliché, but you felt like you were in heaven.
Your nails kept grazing his broad back and shoulders, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you held back. As if he had read your mind, he leaned down and whispered against your ear.
"Do it. Mark me up, it doesn't hurt. Please don't hold back."
So you didn't hold back anymore. You let your emotions run wild, exploring his body with your hands. Shyness long forgotten, as you left long red streaks all over his back, occasionally pulling him down for a kiss.
The world stood still. You never noticed before, but he has always been there for you. He was the only person that you ever felt loved by. How had you never noticed. Even if you two never said it out loud before, you loved each other. It had to be love. You felt overwhealmed as his fingers slipped between your bodies and started rubbing thick circles in your sensitive clit. Your breath hitched as the words you kept secret for far too long came tumbling out.
"I love you, Yuji. I love you so much, thank you for always taking care of me. I only have you in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. Please never leave me, I need you."
If he was taken aback by your words, he didn't show it. He just pressed his lips against yours and kept rubbing and moving his hips until you came undone. And as you were moaning and arching your back, he finally answered.
"I love you, too. So, so much. I always have. I promise I will never leave. No matter what happens, I got you. Forever.", that's when the dams broke down and tears were spilling from your eyes. You just hugged him close and thanked him.
Not long after, he was reaching his limit as well. So he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pounded away until he filled you up to the brim. All the while he was kissing your tears away and saying how good you were for him and how well you did.
When his hips finally came to a halt, he gently put your legs down and kissed you again. He was gentle when he pulled out and you winced as you felt his cum drip out of you and onto his sheets.
Immediately after, he pulled you close, hugging you like he was about to lose you and you were able to calm down a bit. But the bad thoughts came back as you whispered against his skin.
"Today was so stressful and you must've been worried sick. What if I have another breakdown. I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to stress you out. I don't want to break your heart if anything happens to me."
"Y/N, look at me.", he begged, hands on your cheeks.
You finally looked back up at him, tears stinging your eyes.
"You're not a burden.", he whispered, giving your forehead a gentle kiss. "I will protect you forever. For as long as I live, I will always be here to catch you. No matter what happens. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to endure everything silently and on your own. I promise, things will get better. I will be here each step of the way. I love you so much, so please don't leave me."
You wanted to believe him, you wanted to get better. Maybe you finally could with his help. It's a big gamble, but you're gonna bet all of your cards on this relationship. After a long pause, you gave him a silent nod and burried your face in his chest, all while he was gently patting and kissing your head.
Life and everyone else might be shit, but at least you got him now. He was worth living for.
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If you read this far, thank you so much<3 I hope I can make some lighter and happier content soon, but I'm on a roll right now *sigh* Please stay healthy and look after yourselves, mwah
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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman || Park Chan-Young x f!Reader
summary: Yeong-Su breaks a window at the stadium, and Chan-Young takes the blame for it, resulting in severe consequences. Fortunately, you're here to pick up the pieces afterwards.
word count: 3.1k
warnings & tags: spoilers for season 2 of sweet home, violence, injuries, soldiers being assholes, coarse language, making out, the pronoun "she" is used in reference to the reader
A/N: couldn't find gifs for chan-young so I made this one, but I'm by no means a gif maker, so, yeah. Also, I don't know anything about baseball, so please pretend this makes sense if you know better. I'm not sure which team Chan-Young was supposed to be on, so I picked the Doosan Bears because Sweet Home takes place in Seoul. Finally, it's my first time writing for him, so I hope you'll enjoy my take on this character!
It’s another day at the stadium, which means it’s another day of boredom.
Oh, there are things to do around here, sure. If you don’t mind being ordered around by soldiers who stand behind you with a scowl on their face and remind you that the only reason you’re even there is because of their good will, you’ll find a job to do. Cleaning a corner of the stadium, probably, in hopes that someone will be able to live there — as if there were enough mattresses — or doing the inventory, again, while looking the other way when rations mysteriously go missing and everyone knows who’s doing the taking.
Thing is, you’ve never been one to grovel. In fact, back in the Before days, you were the one giving the orders. Youngest assistant coach for the Doosan bears, the Seoul baseball team, you were in line to become the youngest coach in the history of the country. And, yeah, you weren’t completely in charge, but you were trusted. You had responsibilities. People knew to take you seriously.
You’ve had ideas for how to run this place more efficiently, to avoid making the civilians feel like they’re second-rate citizens, but it’s been made clear to you that you weren’t welcome to make suggestions. So you haven’t bothered, lately, but you also won’t play in that stupid game, where people get to change the rules without telling you.
It means that you do a lot of aimless walking around in the stadium. Chief Ji implicitly lets you roam around, a testament to the fact that you knew each other well back in the days, when you used to bring her coffee before big games, but you mostly try to make yourself useful in the way soldiers haven’t bothered accounting for.
A lot of that means keeping an eye on kids that are left to themselves otherwise. Their parents are busy, and it’s not like there’s much to do for them, here, so you try to keep them entertained. Unfortunately, you’re no teacher, meaning that it’s a lot of physical activities, wherever you find enough place. Other days, people who are teachers take over for you. That is the case today, meaning you’d have the day ‘off’, if it weren’t for Yeong-Su not showing up for class.
You don’t personally think he should have to attend class. You know how mean the other kids can be to him, and though the teachers don’t do much in the name of keeping the peace, you don’t let that fly when you’re in charge. Which is probably why the kid never misses your classes, a small pride that you keep well tucked in your heart.
Still, the teachers insist that you make sure he’s okay, so you agree to go try and find him. He knows the stadium well, meaning it will be no easy task.
You end up finding him throwing a ball against a wall. It looks like he’s practicing his aim, you think when you notice that he’s drawn a square on it. You’re about to approach him, maybe give him a few pointers, when a particularly hard throw has the ball bouncing too high and it crashes through a window, finishing outside of the stadium.
You freeze. Monsters don’t approach the stadium much — it’s been months since there’s been a case of that happening.
But the mere thought of there being something open here still has your heart pounding with fear. It’s only a few seconds before you compose yourself, but that’s long enough for someone to come running. You rush towards Yeong-Su, prepared to fiercely defend him if you need to.
It’s Chan-Young, and you relax, even if your heart is now pounding for a whole other reason.
“What happened here?” he asks.
He may have been running with his whole equipment, but he shows no sign of being out of breath.
“I’m sorry,” Yeong-Su mumbles. He’s hard to handle, especially these days, but he clearly respects Chan-Young a lot. “I didn’t mean to— I was just practicing and—"
Oh gosh, you realize, kid was practicing pitching, and it’s not lost on you that that’s the position Chan-Young mainly played as.
“…and now I’ve lost my ball,” Yeong-Su sniffs.
He’s trying to hold back tears, and it tears a little piece of your heart away. You know that Yeong-Su had found a ball autographed by Chan-Young, know that it’s one of his most prized possessions. It’s no surprise that Yeong-Su can’t stand the thought of losing anything more than what he already has.
Chan-Young glances at you, still standing a few steps behind Yeong-Su.
“He didn’t mean to,” you say. “I’ll help you fix the window.” Eun-Yu probably won’t mind giving you a hand, too.
Chan-Young nods, and you watch as he puts a knee to the floor, so he’s at eye-level with Yeong-Su. If he was any other soldier, you’d be more cautious, but you know him. Worked with him, when he was on your team, lost him when he enlisted, and now you’re in this strange limbo, where he doesn’t seem to know how to interact with you, even though there is this obvious familiarity between the two of you, every time you do speak.
“You need to be more careful,” he tells Yeong-Su, putting on his Serious voice. “If a monster heard that and came in, it could be very dangerous for everyone. And if you’re in front of the window when it happens, it would attack you first. So don’t let that happen again, okay?”
Then he gives Yeong-Su a small, comforting smile.
“If you want to practice again, come ask me next time, okay?” He glances up at you, and there’s such softness in his eyes when he does. “Or ask the coach. She knows her stuff.”
You’d never become coach, not officially, but his use of the word makes your heart swell.
“Okay,” Yeong-Su mumbles, staring down at his feet.
For a moment, it looks like everything will resolve itself just like that, and you’re already putting a hand on Yeong-Su’s shoulders to pull him away with you, when you hear the familiar stomping of military boots coming towards you.
Chan-Young’s expression changes immediately.
“Go,” he orders.
“But…”
He spins around to grab your shoulders, lowering himself to look straight into your eyes.
“Go,” he repeats. “Please.”
There’s such urgency in his voice that you can’t deny him, even if you’re not sure what is going on exactly. You grab Yeong-Su’s hand and pull him with you until you’re both behind a corner, just in time. You keep an eye on the scene, confused. The soldiers behave like assholes, you know that, but surely—
“What happened here?” the Sergeant bellows in Chan-Young’s face. “You’re lucky it was us, who were standing outside the window, and not something else! You better have an explanation, soldier.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Chan-Young says, shoulders straight, from what you can see. “I was just practicing and—”
Before you can wonder why he’d lie, the punch catches him in the stomach, and he doubles over in pain. You catch yourself before you can gasp out loud, and instinctively cover Yeong-Su’s mouth, which is probably a smart move, because he starts thrashing to run towards Chan-Young. You don’t blame him, but you also absolutely cannot let him do that, not right now.
“Yeong-Su,” you whisper, mimicking Chan-Young’s attitude with you just a minute ago. “You need to go back to Ms. Cha. Okay?”
“But they’re…”
You wince, because they’re still berating Chan-Young, and one of them has just given him a hard kick to the ribs. All the more reason for you to intervene.
“I’ll take care of it, I promise, but I can’t do that if you’re here. So go back to her, and I’ll come see you when everything is okay again, alright?”
He sniffs, rubs his eyes to hide the tears, then turns around and runs. At least he’s got a good survival instinct, you think, even if it hurts to remember where it comes from. The second you’re sure he’s not coming back, it’s your turn to run, but towards the soldiers this time, with a confidence that you now worry is wholly unwarranted.
“Hey, don’t you think that’s enough?” you interject, maneuvering so you can get between them and Chan-Young.
There’s a scoff and they roll their eyes. One of them puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes, but you barely take a step back. You’re used to men trying to intimidate you.
“I thought we’d made it clear that your opinions weren’t welcome,” Seo-Jin snaps at you, getting too close to your face for comfort — like that would make you budge.
“Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you beat up someone because he broke a fucking window, when if you’d gotten to work, that hole would be closed by now,” you reply on the same tone.
He opens his mouth to yell at you once more, a vein bulging on his forehead, when Chan-Young comes to stand in front of you. He’s barely just gotten on his feet, has one hand pressed against his rib cage, and still, he’s already coming to stop you from taking any risk. You want to scream at him and hug him all at the same time.
“Please, sir, she doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
Neither does he!
“That’s enough, Seo-Jin,” sergeant Kim finally intervenes, and the man immediately takes a step back. “Don’t let it happen again,” he tells Chan-Young. “And fix the hole,” he tells you, as an afterthought, before leaving and taking his team with him.
Your blood is boiling. He might try to be the voice of reason now, but you saw him doing nothing while his men got blood on their hands so he wouldn’t have to.
You don’t have time to think about it, though, because next to you, Chan-Young has slowly let himself slide to the floor.
“Are you okay?” you ask, panicked, while he grimaces and leans against the wall.
“I’m fine,” he says, an obvious lie. “You shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You took responsibility for something you had nothing to do with, but I’m the one who shouldn’t have said anything?”
He sighs, shakes his head.
“I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” he says. He looks at you with warm eyes, and you feel your breath catching in your throat.
There’s something about Chan-Young, there always has been. You always have to remind yourself that he’s nice to everyone, because he’s such a kind person. Even that didn’t stop you from falling for him — and it’s the second time that it happens, damn him.
“I’ll go get medical supplies,” you say, pushing yourself to your feet. “Stay here.”
“There’s no need to—”
“Please, do you want to die from an infection after surviving all these monsters? Stay. Here.”
You ignore any further protests as you rush to get the supplies.
It doesn’t take you long. Chief Ji provides you with what you need without questions, and apologizes for not being able to give you painkillers — they’re reserved for emergencies, she explains. You know the other supplies are, too, but you understand her reasoning, and just thank her with a quick nod and a promise to help out for the next few shifts outside the stadium, if she needs it.
When you come back, Chan-Young’s moved to sit on one of the boxes that are always laying around in here, and you grab another one to sit across from him.
“Open your jacket,” you say as you take the disinfectant.
“I— I don’t think that’s necessary—”
“C’mon, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” you say with an eyeroll, because the guys on the team weren’t exactly shy about taking their shirt off in front of you and he should remember that.
He clears his throat and glances away, and you notice his ears turning red.
“Um, right. Yeah. Just a second.”
Under the jacket, he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt, and he lifts it up so you can see for yourself.
And it’s not looking good. The area is red and swollen already, and you worry it will be worse soon. Unfortunately, there’s not much you can do about that, so you disinfect the scratches caused by the boots, and gesture for him to put it back down. You’d normally advise to put something cold on it, to calm the swelling, but that’s not really an option here, not when the little electricity you have is mostly used to keep the lights on.
“Try not to move around too much, okay?”
“I’ll try my best,” he says with a brief laugh. It’s a silly recommendation, and you both know it, but you still felt the need to say something.
“Now give me your hand, I’ll see what I can do.”
He does, and you carefully turn it to check the palm. You’re not sure if he hurt himself when he fell earlier, or if it’s just that there’s constantly manual work to be done and it’s hard not to injure your hand. Either way, you start cleaning it and disinfecting it as well.
“Do you think they would have been as hard on a kid?” you ask.
“No!” he protests immediately, maybe a tad too strongly. “They’re humans. I’m sure they wouldn’t have—” He interrupts himself, and you suspect that he knows they still could have hit him, a thought that makes your stomach turn. “But… Yeong-Su’s had a hard enough life as it is. People here are not… kind to him.”
“I’m not blaming you, especially after that,” you sigh, “I just— You do realize that it’s not your responsibility, right? I’d have helped the kid, and it could have ended better than…”
You gesture vaguely at him, and he closes his eyes for a second. He closes his fingers over yours where you’re holding his hand, rubs his thumb over your skin, which sends a wave of heat through your body. It only lasts a moment, though, before he catches himself and lets go.
“I’m— I was in charge, when his sister— I was supposed to be helping them. And I failed him.”
“What?” Ms. Cha told you that story, in hushed whispers, to explain why Yeong-Su was such a complicated child these days. It had been clear that there was nothing Chan-Young could have done. “You can’t blame yourself for someone turning into a monster and going on a rampage.”
“It happened on my watch,” he insists. “If I’d been more careful— If I hadn’t left the bus—”
You stop yourself to look at him straight in the eye. He’s close, but you don’t feel uncomfortable, not with him.
“That could have happened to anyone. You couldn’t have planned for it.” He exhales, long and slow.
“Thank you for saying that,” he says, but you can tell that your words haven’t sunk in. It breaks your heart, and yet you have no idea what more you can say. After all, you weren’t there. It makes sense that he wouldn’t believe you.
“You still shouldn’t put yourself in the line of danger to—” to what, anyway? Expiate his sins? What does he have to prove? Does he have a death wish or something? “You shouldn’t put yourself in danger when you don’t have to.”
“Better me than Yeong-Su,” he insists. “He’s just a kid, and he has his mom — well, Ms. Cha. And he has you.” You set the disinfectant back down, hands almost trembling as you realize where he’s going with this. “Better me than him,” he just concludes sadly.
“Park Chan-Young,” you say, “you don’t seriously think that, right?”
He doesn’t meet your eyes when he replies.
“He has a family here. I— don’t really have anyone—”
You’re not sure what goes through your head when you put your hand on his cheek and kiss him. If you had to rationalize it — which you’re not really in any position to do when it happens — you’d say that you just wanted to prove him how wrong he was. Truth is, though, that you also couldn’t bear the idea that you were letting him believe that when it was so entirely untrue.
His lips are warm against yours, and you think you feel him leaning into you, but you pull away too soon to know.
“There,” you say as you gather your things. “Now you know you do have someone, so don’t put yourself in danger unnecessarily, alright?”
Then you’re on your feet, hell-bent on fleeing the scene.
Of course, Chan-Young catches up with you in an instant. He grabs your wrist, and pulls you back against him. His eyes are wide as he searches yours.
“Did you mean that?” he asks, his voice catching in his throat.
“Mean what?” Your heart is pounding in your chest. You’re… not sure where he is going with this.
“It wasn’t pity, right? You— I have you?”
The words almost send a shiver down your spine.
“Of course you do. I don’t exactly go around kissing people—”
Next thing you know, his hands are cupping your face and his mouth is on yours. He kisses you feverishly, like he desperately needs you to prove your words to him. You kiss back without hesitation, wrapping your arms around his neck. It isn’t long before your back hits the wall and you let out a brief groan.
“Sorry,” he says, pulling away from you to check on you. “Are you—”
You don’t let him finish, pulling him back down against you. His hands move down to your waist, one of them slipping under your t-shirt to feel your bare skin. He’s kissing you slower now, more sensual, and he abandons your mouth to kiss down your jaw, then your neck, before he comes back to your lips.
“I shouldn’t—” he mumbles against you. “I’m not supposed to—”
“Everyone’s doing it,” you reply, but it doesn’t surprise you when he tears himself away from you. He’s a sight to behold, flushed and out of breath — and is it odd that you enjoy seeing him panting from kissing you when you know he can run for hours without struggling? He’s always been one to stick to the rules closely. It says a lot that he broke one right now, but you won’t push him any further, not until he’s ready.
You take a step back towards him, take his hand in yours, and press your lips to his cheek for one last, soft kiss.
“Don’t forget now,” you say. “You have me. Don’t risk your life without thinking.”
He doesn’t kiss you again, but he leans in to press his forehead against yours, squeezing your hand in his.
“I have you,” he repeats, as if to convince himself. “I have you.”
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Could I get hcs for a gn survivor that’s horrendously touch-starved, whenever they’re being carried to a hook, they completely relax in the killer’s grip and lean into them, because they’re brain just goes w a r m human contact fuck yeah- and they can’t help it sdvh
If you could include Frank from The Legion because..he’s my favourite, I find him hot- but aside from that, any killers you want to write hcs for! :D
EEEEE KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR BC FRANK <3333
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𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 .
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killers x gender neutral reader
—killer(s) included;; frank morrison, ji-woon hak, kazan yamaoka, & caleb quinn WOOOOOO DEATHSLINGER PROPAGANDA
‼️tws;; none i could catch but if there is anything lmk!!!‼️
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𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓
.｡❅* you were being tossed up onto his shoulder to be brought to the nearest rusty hook like the last, you had yet to even be put on one so of course some kind of struggle or fight was expected.
.｡❅* but you weren’t moving, barley even a scream or kick from you. he couldn’t feel any kind of struggle, but he can feel you practically melting into him.
.｡❅* he did not.. understand.. you’ve gotta be broken or something.
.｡❅* he’d stopped in his tracks completely, wiggling you a bit with the arm that held you up to see if you’d respond with maybe an elbow to the side of his head, but you just sat there. completely still. you were just enveloped in his touch. sitting still and very peacefully.
.｡❅* Frank didn’t exactly know how to react or how to feel.. it’s wonderful having someone feel so comfortable being this close to him, but he was also expecting the usual response he got from others.
.｡❅* he’ll just stand there for a minute, letting you hang out for a while longer. he’ll feel guilty if he just tossed you onto a hook afterwards so he gently places you on the ground and leaves you there for one of your teammates to pick you up.
.｡❅* if you do it again in more trials with him he’s slowly going to start ignoring his initial objectives and just carry you around the map with him.
.｡❅* again he won’t admit he likes feeling this kind of contact with you, he’ll swear up and down that it’s just because he feels powerful when someone’s on his shoulder for long periods of time like some kind of prize catch.
.｡❅* regardless of whatever lame excuses he pulls to justify holding you so you, he makes it a mandatory task whenever he spots you in a trial, aswell as the occasional jingle of your body when you’re hoisted up just to see if you’ll ever retaliate.
.｡❅* you never do. he digs that.
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𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗
.｡❅* like Frank, he’s expecting you to fight him to get out of his grasp like your life depended on it— which it does.
.｡❅* maybe if he hits someone on your team with you on him you’ll do something? maybe even beg for him to spare everyone else & to just kill you?
.｡❅* wrong. you’re still just sitting there.
.｡❅* Ji-Woon doesn’t mind to say the least, attention is attention & you’re practically melted into his shoulder just pleased to have this much contact with another person. it’s a win-win for the two of you.
.｡❅* The Trickster is very.. tricky to say the least, he loves having you pressed up on him when he’s picked you up after a chase, but at the same time he still internally wants you to fight back. bite him at least.
.｡❅* he will still throw you onto a hook after a minute or two of you being up with him. he’s still got others to get rid of.
.｡❅* then again he doesn’t want to do too much to make you avoid him, he still wants to feel you lean into his hands when he hold your face up or when he’s holding you sturdy on his shoulder. it’s actually very nice when he’s making some kind of physical contact with you.
.｡❅* he’ll be annoying you whenever he’s caught you though, he’s aware that you’re not gonna do anything to get away but instead revel in this brief moment of physical contact with him of all people.
.｡❅* ❝ Should I hold you in a more comfortable position this time 여보 ? just for now until i unfortunately have to put you away. ❞
.｡❅* like i said — he’s annoying.
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𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎
.｡❅* he will not notice this at all until after maybe the 7th trial with you. he’s a ruthless and feared killer, but you never seemed to care when he would carry you to your inevitable fate.
.｡❅* you had decompressed entirely on him multiple times, and Kazan was pissed to say the least.
.｡❅* the ‘Oni Yamaoka’ was known far and wide for his brutality across the country, even tearing apart the very lord that spat the foul nickname at him and his family’s name. he was less than eligible for you to feel comfortable enough to mould around.
.｡❅* he had full intentions to harm you to get a point across, but Jake was quick to get you away from The Oni with his flashlight.
.｡❅* Kazan was even more angry, because now he had to get you back so he could jam it into your head that he is not to be taken so lightly. he looked for every opportunity to get you slung over his shoulders again but fumbled every time he got you where you were wanted.
.｡❅* but every time you wound up in his grasp, you’d lay there enveloped in his touch. the idea of being brought to a hook or even the basement was irrelevant in the moment. it felt amazing basically sitting in the palm of his hand.
.｡❅* it makes him angrier whenever you do this, he’s so comfortable being feared by every living being that surrounded him & he was not adjusting well to the idea of you not groveling in that same fear like the other survivors.
.｡❅* you occasionally entertained him by pretending to be scared when he had caught up with you, which also made him angry. he didn’t ACTUALLY want you to feel that way, he just wanted you to know how the other survivors perceived him. he’s contradicting himself trying to ignore the fact he really does enjoy you being close to him.
.｡❅* he’ll actively start refraining from picking you up unless he needs to, which despite this he will still constantly pick you up. you get the impression he actually enjoys the skin to skin contact much more than what he wants you to believe.
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𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗
.｡❅* he’s oblivious to it all at first, he doesn’t get why you always seemingly chose to turn into mush when he makes contact with you.
.｡❅* but he’s very pleased by this to say the least, even taking the courtesy to find a secluded space to sit down with you peacefully. he’ll carry you over to an exit when they open up.
.｡❅* you’re aware of the damage he can cause, not just to others but to you specifically. he was dangerous just like the next killer you’d have to go up against.
.｡❅* but that felt so irrelevant when your abdomen made contact with the harsh material of his coat for the first time. your worries and fears faded in an instant. even with all his jagged edges, his touch managed felt like pure velvet.
.｡❅* Caleb could sit down in one of the secret rooms of the saloon with you forever if The Entity allowed him to, you’re obviously enjoying the time spent on him; he doesn’t want to yank that peace away from you so suddenly.
.｡❅* he ups it a notch, placing a hand on the nape of your neck — being met with another deep exhale from you. he didn’t think it was possible to witness a person genuinely melt until now.
.｡❅* he’s also melting against your touch, you buried your head into his chest and he wanted to keep you on that spot. he hasn’t felt this close to another person in a long time.
.｡❅* The Deathslinger could be gentle if he wanted to, always doing his best to limit as much movement when you’re up high on his shoulders as to not disturb you, even though you didn’t particularly mind him moving around.
.｡❅* if he see’s another open opportunity outside of a trial, he will offer to let you sit on his shoulders again. you seemed very peaceful the last time, so why not experience it again without the time limit?
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please i beg of you give me more frank reqs he’s so fun to write for
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How about the trickster, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head when they s/o is injured because of someone else thank youuuu
Heyooooo!! I greatly apologize for how long this took. Life has been crazy for me lately. Anyways, I hope you like this!!
Authors note: honestly was thinking about the scene from TWD where Glenn dies when I was writing the Trickster's part cause I saw it recently and I got sad lol
Warnings: mentions of blood but nothing graphic/ explicitly written
Trickster:
Ji-Woon may be a sadistic man, but he firmly stands by “no one can hurt them but me,” motto. So when you guys are in a trial together, he is living la vida loca. He loves the chase and he always leaves you for last and until you’re the last person, he tends to tease you with either a harsh smack to your ass or a small knick to your exposed skin with a throwing knife, it just depends on how he’s feeling at the moment.
Today, he’s feeling a little flirty and has been giving you the usual butt smack, but also the occasional grope. The shock on your face afterwards is absolutely priceless and now he’s thinking of making this a normal greeting to you in the trials you share. It definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by the other survivors in the trial. Especially since they all hate being in trials with you two. You usually get special treatment and the flirting can be an eye sore after a while. You get it, you really do, but some of them are taking it out on you and you don’t particularly think it's fair considering how often you help them in all the trials. Ji-Woon was chasing after Ashley when he noticed you ahead of them. Ashley also noticed you in the distance and immediately sped up to where you were. Neither Ji-Woon or you expected what had happened next. Ashley grabbed you and roughly turned you both around and threw you into Ji-Woon who was already swinging his bat and ended up with you getting knocked out. While Ji-Woon was worried about you being unconscious, he put you up against a locker and ran after Ashley. It took no time to get the guy and stab him just enough to keep him alive. Ji-Woon dragged him by his hair over to where he left you.
You groaned as you woke up, feeling blood dripping down your face and a raging headache. You were trying to clear the black spots from your vision when you heard a voice singing nearby as it slowly got closer. Your vision finally starts getting clearer when you see the flashy yellow leather jacket come into view. “Ahh, my sweet angel, you woke up just in time for the show,” Ji-Woon smirked down at you. He set his bat up against the locker next to you as he dropped Ashley next to you and kneeled down next to you. “T-The show?” you asked. Ji-Woon looked down at you with a small frown, noticing the clear pain you’re in. It’s different when it's intentional, but this time it wasn't and he was going to take out the anger on Ashley while you watch. “Jagi… this is for you darling,” Ji-Woon said before giving a cheeky wink and started to beat Ashley.
By the time Ji-Woon finished, you were feeling sick from watching. The screams gave you a headache and there was blood falling from your face that wasn’t yours. You knew it wasn’t going to be too fun to deal with Ashley once you got back to the survivors camp, but it's also known that they shouldn’t try to do silly tricks with Ji-Woon as the recipient. Lots of you tried to see what the limits were with the killers and Ji-Woon was not one to mess with. Especially when it comes to you. You were off limits and everyone knew that. Or so you thought. You were still lost in thought staring at the bloody heap that once looked human when you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and you looked into the eyes of your feral man. “Did you enjoy yourself baby? Did you hear those screams? They were great, but not as pleasing to the ears as yours,” he sighed as he walked to a more secluded area. “Uh, it was quite the show Ji,” you quietly said as he sat you down on a short wall where you were eye level with him.
He looked deeply into your eyes as he put his hands on the sides of your head and gently moved it to where he can see the damage to your head. He smacked his teeth in annoyance at the clear gash on the top of your scalp. He kissed your forehead as he went to grab a med pack he saw on the way over. Once he’s back, he quickly makes work on wrapping your head and giving small apologies when you hissed at the pain. “Ta-dah! You are healed!” he said doing jazz hands with a flashy smile on his face. You let out a snort at that. “Yeah with a swing like yours, I’m lucky to still have my head.” His smile didn’t fall as his left eye twitched at your comment. He, however, softened his smile as he rested his hands on your thighs. “You know I would never hurt you that bad. I know I can be a dick, but I do love you, jagiya,” he said as he leaned in to brush a surprisingly soft, sweet kiss to your lips. He pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against yours. You let out a small giggle before blurting out, “if only you were nice like this all the time.” Ji-Woon immediately pulled back, looked you dead in the eyes, and turned around to walk away, “good luck getting to see that side again!” “W-Wait! What? You can tease, but I can’t? Hey! I said wait!!” you hopped off the wall and ran up to him and jumped onto his back and wrapped your limbs around him causing you both to laugh as he just continued walking with you attached to him.
Wraith:
Philip could sense you the moment you stepped foot into his realm. You could say he has “Y/N senses”. Knowing you’re here, he transported to where you were at the edge of his realm. He was excited as the past few days, he hasn’t been able to see you because of the trials making it impossible to have time together. Either he was in a trial when you weren’t or you were in a trial when he wasn’t. He just missed you and couldn’t wait to gather you in his arms. However, when he transported to you, he was not expecting to see you in clear discomfort. He knows every now and then that the survivors can be hurt for a little while after a trial before they get properly healed, but he’s never seen you in this much pain before.
You look up at Philip with a wobbly smile and tears in your eyes. You limped towards him when a sharp pain shot up your leg making you gasp. Philip’s arm shot straight out to grab you as you nearly fell forward. Philip pulled you into him and you sighed feeling his warmth surrounding you and wrapped your arms around his torso. He grunted at you to get you to look up at him. You can see how worried he is through his expression. “Oh Philip. It was such a tiring trial and I missed you so much.” He missed you so much and he knew that he wanted to just take care of you until you’re healed and spend his time spoiling you with his affection. He leaned down to you and rubbed his nose against yours sweetly before picking you up and transporting into the wreck yard building with the sound of his bell.
Once inside, he put you down onto the makeshift bed you guys had put together a while ago. He leaned down to look at your blood-soaked wrapped up ankle. He carefully reached down and knew who the culprit was immediately. The bite marks of a bear trap are obvious and deep. He let out a small sigh as he grabbed some rags that were lying around to replace the tattered and soaked through gauze. He knew there wasn’t much for him to do to help and you knew that as well. It was just a waiting game at this point. “I’m sure you could’ve guessed it was a trial with Evan,” you were brought to this ‘world’ with your old childhood friend, the one that everyone knows as The Trapper. “Evan wrapped me up after the trial when I started heading here,” you pause, “he’s still looking out for me after all these years.. I hate that he still sees me as that clumsy little kid he met so long ago.” You let out a small laugh thinking about all the times he had taken care of your scraped knees and twisted ankles. Philip and Evan had a small, non-verbal agreement to always have an eye out for you. They both understand your importance to each other and Philip is happy that you have someone else that takes care of you out of genuine love for you.
You can already feel your ankle heal as the pain is finally subsiding and you can tell the wounds are closing up. You let out a groan of relief because now you can move it freely without wincing in pain. Philip was pleased knowing that you were feeling better and laid down in front of you on the bed and wrapped himself around you. His arms brought you closer to him as he breathed in your scent. You moved your head back a bit so that Philip could look you in the eyes. He loved the softness of your eyes when you were relaxed and in his arms. The past few days of not seeing each other made you both crave each other’s presence to the max and now that you are both in the present and wrapped in each other’s arms, you both couldn’t be happier. You both rubbed your noses together and then rested your foreheads together as you both breath in the moment.
Doctor:
Herman is definitely the best one to take care of an injured significant other. I know he specializes in psychology, but I feel like he knows basic first aid and has the facility to take care of these things. Especially considering his dear significant other is a survivor, they tend to get hurt quite often. However, he knows he can’t control what the other killers do when it comes to their trials, but he knows he can scare the other survivors to keep their hands to themselves.
When you finally got out of the trial you were in, he didn’t expect you to look so shell-shocked as you walked up to his desk. Herman stood up and slowly walked up to you and put his hands on your arms. “Are you ok my love?” he asked, trying to meet your far off gaze. You couldn’t even respond as you just shook at the thoughts of dealing with that damned creepy clown. He got you just as you were about to run out the gate. Being mori’d by that bastard makes you sick. Taking your pinky makes you want to throw up knowing he’s possibly sucking on it again. Herman’s eyes ran over your body in worry trying to see if there was anything physically wrong and noticed your wrapped up hand. He gently grabbed it and unwrapped the gauze. As he was finishing unwrapping he saw that your pinky was gone and put all the pieces together. He knew of your fear of the clown. For some reason, you’ve been able to avoid trials with him since you and Herman have been together, so it's the first time he’s seen you like this.
With a small sigh Herman brought you over to his desk and touched his nose against your cheek before going to grab some pain numbing ointment that he remembered having and some fresh gauze. Herman grabbed your chin and lifted your head up so he could look you in the eyes as he said, “I’m sorry that you had to deal with that creature of a clown.” You teared up a little thinking about the genuine fear you have when dealing with that guy. Herman rubbed his thumbs against your cheeks and placed his forehead against yours before he pulled away to take care of your hand.
After finishing the rewrap and putting his supplies away he sat down at the chair of his desk in front of you and patted his lap. You got off the top of the desk and eased your way across his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He moved one hand to rest on your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it in small circles. “Thank you Herman,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head on his shoulder. “Anything for you darling.”
Pyramid Head:
Pyramid Head is definitely one of the killers here that no one messed. Killers and survivors alike. However, you’re an exception. You’re his lover and everyone is cautious of that. All but a few killers know not to cross a line when it comes to you since they don’t want to deal with the wrath of Pyramid Head.
Today was a slow day for you and you thought maybe you would be lucky and not have a trial for a whole day. Unfortunately, as soon as you finished that thought, the fog consumed you and brought you to Haddonfield map. Probably one of the least scary maps in your opinion. Not yet knowing who the killer was always made you a little nervous, so you started working out your nerves by working on the generators. Sadly, you’re still on edge so you get startled by Vittorio coming up behind you, thus messing up the wiring and the generator combusting. “Vitto! You scared me,” you said, almost embarrassed. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said genuinely. You both quickly started repairing it as you guys heard a scream far in the distance so you know the killer isn’t too close yet.
You couldn’t shake the feeling that no one went to help the person that got hooked so you left Vitto to finish up this generator as you made your way towards the person you can hear still struggling. Thank goodness you found the med pack on the way there and it looks like you made it just in time to save Steve. You got him off the hook and started making quick work on healing him, “hey kiddo, sorry I didn’t get here that fast-” “It’s ok, you got me. That’s all that matters,” he said. You’ve always had a soft spot for the younger ones here as it must be so hard being in a place like this, plus they were pretty nice kids so you took on the older sibling role for them.
Finally finishing with healing Steve, you guys got up and you were about to guide him to a generator to work on when you felt your heart rate increase. You both made eye contact and ran off in a random direction together just trying to escape the vicinity. You could hear and feel the heavy footsteps of the killer and immediately knew it was your monster man. That doesn’t change the fact that he would still do his job and hook you. Steve was just ahead of you when you pointed out the palette making him go in that direction with you still right behind him and Pyramid Head trudging behind you. However, you don’t think Steve knew that you were in close proximity because he dropped the palette on top of you. You groaned in pain and Pyra did not have the best reaction to you getting hurt by someone else. He nearly roared in rage when he broke the palette that was on top of you. Steve didn’t even get the chance to apologize before you told him to run.
Pyra leaned down to lift you up enough to sit you against the wall. You had blood dripping down from a small cut on your forehead. Pyramid Head was about to go after Steve when you grabbed his free arm and started rambling out, “wait! H-He didn’t mean to hurt me, big guy. It was an accident, he would never do that on purpose.” Pyra could hear the honesty in your tone and he rested his hand against your cheek and brushed his thumb against your cheekbone. “It’s ok bub. Give me a minute and you can hook me, ok?” He let out a little groan as his tongue poked out the open corner of the pyramid and caressed your other cheek. You both knew the deal when in a trial together and he always hooked you just to get you out of the trial faster. Not many survivors make it out when he’s the killer and he doesn’t want you to go through the stress of these trials. Although, for now, he’s going to bask in this small moment with you.
Anyways lmk what y’all think!! Requests are closed! You can put in a request but anything after 3/15 is going to take a little while
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🔎 — the 007 files
James Bond—or rather, the public was more aware that his code name, agent 007, has been working behind the scenes for decades now. imagine this: what if the agent 007 that you have come to know of was actually more than just one person? what if the famous group The Boyz were all agent 007 working under M16. buckle up as you access M16's top secret operative files, aka the most famous missions these individual agents have succeeded in.
A/N: why hello my fellow readers! i present to you a tbz x 007 cross-over collab series!! i've had this idea for a while now and thanks to @sungbeam who gave me the genius idea of hosting an open collab (and co-planning with me) for this!! i'm so so excited and i really hope this doesn't flop lmao 😭 so yes, please feel free to join the fun! 😉
🔎 STARRING: the boyz x f!reader/oc // g.n!reader/oc
🔎 GENRE: crime, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive, smut (only for 18+ writers!!), assorted pairings (more to be added)
🔎 WARNINGS: will be stated in each respective files!
RULES & REGULATIONS:
↬ choose a tbz member & a bond film to start off! you may write the story loosely based on the storyline of the film/a certain scene(s) inspired by the film itself! or alternatively, write it based on the themed song for the specific film you have chosen! (eg: sangyeon - the spy who loved me)
↬ slots will be first come first served! in total there will be 11 slots for 11 members
↬ only tbz member x reader / tbz member x oc!! no tbz member x member for this
↬ as mentioned above, writers will have the option to choose to either write a female/gender neutral reader/oc!
↬ minimum wc would be 1k, and there's no maximum so feel free to write as much as you'd like! pls include a "read more" feature after your summaries/genre/warnings/word count/a.n.
↬ you are allowed to write any genre you like! pls make sure you're over 18+ if you wish to include smut in your work.
↬ no sensitive topics will be allowed (eg: su*c*de, r*pe, r*cism, etc.)
↬ i will be making a discord gc for easier access, updates, and even brainstorming with one another! it will also help me loads with any announcements i will be making. joining in would be highly encouraged (though if you choose not to that's totally fine by me, just keep me regularly updated in my dms!)
↬ the project will officially kick start off on December 1st 2023, and you will have till March 31st 2024 to complete your work! if ever you wish to drop out / need a bit more time to publish your work pls do let me know!!
↬ fill out this google form to secure your place in this collab :) (key: shaken not stirred)
↬ lastly, reblog this post, @ me in your fics & use the hashtag 🔎 — the 007 files in your works!!
FILES:
Lee Sangyeon — The Spy Who Loved Me @winterchimez
Jacob Bae — The World Is Not Enough @snowflakewhispers
Kim Younghoon — Goldfinger @daisyvisions
Lee Hyunjae — Skyfall @kkinou
Lee Juyeon — For Your Eyes Only @juyeonszn
Kevin Moon
Choi Chanhee — No Time To Die @maessseongs
Ji Changmin — Casino Royale @sungbeam
Ju Haknyeon
Kim Sunwoo — On Her Majesty's Secret Service @kimsohn
Eric Sohn — From Russia With Love @cloverdaisies
#🔎 — the 007 files#kpop collab#the boyz#tbz#the boyz x reader#tbz x reader#the boyz collab#tbz collab#the boyz crime#the boyz angst#the boyz fluff#the boyz suggestive#the boyz smut#the boyz x 007 au#tbz x 007 au#james bond 007#james bond au#007 au
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could you possibly write an nct dream headcanon where they like when their s/o gives them back scratches? tyyy
i love this 😭😵💫
mark ⇢ we all mark is a moaner and he definitely a moaner when your nails are hitting the perfect spot on his back,, like he’s had this itch all day and when you see him you hug him and scratch the exact spot and he’s groaning in your ear i think he would get soft and just snuggle into you like it relaxes him completely
renjun ⇢ renjun would love the closeness and simplicity of you scratching his back he could be doing the most mundane thing but you come over and rub his back scratching along his spine and he just relaxes instantly maybe he had a long day or someone (hyuck) annoyed him and all of it melts away when you’re there
jeno ⇢ jeno probably gives top tier scratches fr but he also loves them he’s the type to turn to absolute putty in your hands when you’re scratching his back maybe going up to the nape of his neck and into his hair he would just melt like ice cream he feels so calm and safe with you
hyuck ⇢ he is also a moaner and whiner imo i think he’s super sensitive and would shiver whenever you graze your nails over any part of him i could see him getting hard lol you breath near him and he’s stiff but i think he’s whining into your neck and grinding against your thigh when you scratch his back
jaemin ⇢ he would love any subtle touch from you especially he just wants to be near you so when you scratch his back he’s falling in love all over again like it’s just another reason you are so perfect for him he would lean into your hand and pout when you pulled away
chenle ⇢ this man is pro back scratching he wants you to scratch his back but he lovessss scratching yours, i think chenle isn’t a physical touch love language person but this is his exception i see him coming home late and your asleep laying on your side and he slips in bed and scratches your back or you’ve had an argument and you aren’t talking this would be his white flag scratching your back or you scratching his j
jisung ⇢ ji gives the vibe that he would hate it at first like you make him nervous and it tickles and he just shys away but i think over time he would almost beg for your nails like maybe you stop because you notice his reaction but months later he’s like hey will u maybe scratch my back 🫣 now it makes him feel warm and fuzzy and in love he just likes to know you are there
#nct dream blurbs#nct dream headcanons#nct dream soft hours#mark lee headcanons#renjun headcanon#jeno headcanons#haechan headcannons#jaemin headcanons#chenle headcanon#jisung headcanons#nct blurbs#nct dream drabbles
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Hi, I hope you're well! I was wondering if you could write one where reader picks up Ghostface, Leon, Trickster, and Jake with ease and just kinda walks around with them. Bonus if reader is small and doesn't look like the type to be able to carry them. Thank you!!
Hello. I absolutely can. I already did one of these for Ghostface. So I'll be leaving him out. Please enjoy.
With a reader who can pick them up easily: Leon, Jake, Trickster
Leon S. Kennedy
No, no you can't.
He's not saying that to belittled you.
He's saying that because he knows he's pretty heavy.
Not that he's fat, it's that he's a lot of muscle.
All those years training has given him quite nice muscles.
And, muscle does way more than fat.
So it's pretty certain he'll be fairly heavy.
But when you pick him up with ease.
Holy shit!
Like, wow.
He was not expecting that from someone so small.
Not that that's a bad thing.
He's actually glad you're strong.
That way, if he isn't around, you could protect yourself.
Which would leave him less worried having you go to trials by yourself.
He knows he won't always be around to protect you in the realm considering how dangerous it is.
Of course, it's very easy to lose muscle mass.
So expect to be training with him, often.
And, no, you won't be getting out of it.
Hey, it's just because he loves you and wants to see the best out of you..
Jake Park
Oh?
That's cool.
You can help him sneak into high windows.
He doesn't really have an opinion on that.
Besides, he knows he isn't the largest or tallest one in the realm.
Even amongst the survivors he's pretty small.
He'll blame that on his dad.
It probably has nothing to do with his dad.
He just really doesn't like his dad and wants to blame him for something.
But if you can pick him up, hey that's pretty cool.
Again, he isn't super impressed.
But you are strong, and that is useful in the realm.
He isn't expecting you to fight off killers.
But it could come in use for some of the weaker Killers like Ghostface and Trickster.
Actually, if you could pick up and throw Ghostface that would be super helpful.
And he'd be able to claim his significant other is super strong.
Which is kind of a plus.
And, he'd never admit it, but he finds that kind of hot.
Trickster
You?
Pick him up?
Very cute.
You're just a dainty little thing, you couldn't pick him up.
It's not so much belittling you, it's more teasing.
To think that you could pick him up, how adorable.
Until you actually pick him up with ease.
Ji-Woon is in shock.
This must be some trick.
No way someone like you could pick someone his size up.
Now, you know he's not the heaviest killer around.
He's actually probably one of the lightest.
But, still!
He won't admit it, but he finds it a little endearing.
To think you could pick him up and steal him from somewhere if you want his attention is rather cute.
He may act annoyed when you do it.
But he actually loves it..
#dbd imagines#dbd ask blog#dbd x reader#dbd killer#dbd survivor#dbd trickster#dbd jake park#dbd leon s kennedy
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post smoke sesh in need of han jisunggggggg
thinking about how ji would love to get high with his s/o. I just imagine him loving how much more intensified the pleasure you give him is, and how much more intensified the pleasure he gives YOU is…. ughhh slow messy intense high sex with ji I think I’m gonna #explode
Me seeing this at the absolute perfect timing because I may or may not have started writing about stoned Hanji today 👀
PLEASE it would absolutely change your life, the way he’d be extra attentive to your pleasure and every little touch or kiss would be so intensified… he’d like it messy too, letting himself go completely with you while you’re both a little fucked out from the pleasure and the weed. Lots of sloppy tongue kissing and his fingers prodding desperately into your sopping pussy, almost cums his fucking pants when you palm him over his clothes and begs you to suck his dick. But everything is patient and pleasant and it would just go on for hours. Would definitely become a planned thing between the two of you, taking days off just to smoke and fuck allllll day long. Followed by bags of greasy takeout food and movies in bed. Please I need him you guys. Please. 😵💫
#ask#stray kids#skz#skz smut#stray kids hard hours#skz scenarios#han jisung smut#han jisung#han jisung hard thoughts#stray kids hard thoughts
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Easter Egg Hunt
requested?: no
pairing(s): husband!choi seungcheol x wife!reader, daughter!choi ji-a x mother!reader, daughter!choi ji-a x father!choi seuncheol, daughter!choi chin-sun x mother!reader daughter!choi chin-sun x father!choi seungcheol
genre: fluff
warning(s): nothing, just fluff
summary: 𝘯/𝘢
word count: 388
a/n: i promise i will get the chishiya request done, i just thought i would write something to do with the holiday. happy easter everyone! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah!
you and cheol had two daughters, ji-a and chin-sun. they were both twins, and even though it was hard for the both of you, you both managed.
at the moment, it was easter. you were outside with the twins, and they were doing an easter egg hunt.
"chin-sun, you have to find the purple wrapped eggs, and ji-a, you have to find the pink ones" your husband spoke. the two girls in front of you were ecstatic.
"you both have 17 each to find" you add.
not long later, they were both practically running around the back yard of your house, looking for the eggs while you and cheol stood there, watching the both of them.
whenever they found an egg, they would squeal, and even though you had assigned them colours so they wouldn't get mixed up, they were just finding any random colour, but they were doing it together.
"at least they aren't fighting" cheol whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around you from the back.
"mommy! daddy!" the two girls yelled as they both ran up to you, showing you both their baskets. they were both full.
"me and ji-a found them all!" the younger girl spoke.
"and we didn't fight at all momma!" ji-a spoke up.
"well done girls, lets go and eat them hm, and watch a movie all together" you said. the two girls took your hands as you walked in together.
a few minutes later, you were all sat on the sofa, chin-sun was cuddled up to cheol, whereas ji-a was cuddled up to you. cheol had his arm wrapped around you, and the two girls were asleep.
cheol looked at you, and you looked at him. he enjoyed these days, where he had all of his favourite girls cuddled up to him, he smiled at you, then leaned in for a kiss, careful not to wake the two girls up.
he let your lips go with a small popping sound.
"i love you" he whispers "and i love our girls" he adds.
"i love you all too" you whisper back.
he smiles before taking your lips in another tender kiss. you heard noises of disgust come from below, you both pulled away and laughed as you saw your daughters' disgusted faces.
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Could I mayhaps request
Deathslinger, doctor and maybe trickster or Ghostface (ur choice) with maybe a ex survivor S/O
Like the S/O was a survivor, but something happened, and they got turned to a killer?
If its too difficult to write or smth then you don't have to! Ily ur HCs and everything u write it's freaking awsome srsly! Ty if you do write this <33
You actually have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you like my writing 😭🥺 here you go anon <3
Caleb Quin
Caleb first saw you when you were a survivor. He didn't see any outstanding features from you that was particularly special
I honestly doubt he cares weather you're a killer or survivor, as long as you don't get in his way
When you became a killer, he was relieved you were out the way. You were very troublesome to deal with if I'm being honest here
Herman Carter
Sad he's not allowed to experiment on you anymore
When you were a survivor, he'd sometimes experiment with you, to see how your body will react to shock therapy
Once he saw how you reacted, he'd reluctantly let you go due to the Entity's request (this happened outside trials)
When you became a killer, he was a little impressed and decided he wanted to compete with you to see who can kill the most
Danny Johnson
Whaaaaat?
Bro how did you become a killer? What'd you do? Sabotage your whole team?
He's impressed with how you managed to do this and how you managed to become a killer
Somewhere in that brain of his, he thinks that you think of yourself as "top shit" but meanwhile you're not LOL
Ji-Woon Hak
Do you think you're better than him? Because he's obviously better....
His egotistic self wants to compete with you, much like Doctor
He's surprised that you're suddenly a killer... You were honestly better off as a survivor.. Or so he thinks at least
The "competition" will be once sided. You honestly don't care LOL
#dbd x reader#dead by daylight x reader#dbd#dead by daylight#danny johnson x reader#ghostface x reader#caleb quinn x reader#herman carter x reader#ji woon hak x reader
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Killer ( dbd legion( frank, joey)trickster, ghostie,wraith) reactions to when they try to catch their favorite surv (s / o) as he/she jumps through the window, palette, but their pants / skirt remain in their hand. He / she runs away, but they see their pink panties with bunny pattern: 3.
a/n: sorry I didn’t write for wraith:,) I really don’t know what to write for him.
Frank Morrison(The Legion)
Oh…oh. At first he does a double take, he can’t believe that actually happened. He’s been here for so long that nothing like this has ever happened, but then again… he isn’t complaining, seeing those cute bunny print panties you have on was definitely another bonus. Once you realize why your legs suddenly feel cold you look over at Frank, you could already tell he has a smug grin underneath his mask by the way he’s leaning against the wall. You try to convince him to give back your clothings, but you could hear his tongue click. “How about you do something for me first and then I’ll give you them back?”
Joey(The Legion)
Actually freaks out because he didn’t mean do it. He SWEARS, it just happened! He catches a glimpse of those cute bunny pattern panties too, he ends up turning around so quick and mumbling an apology. He’s glad that he has a mask covering his face or else you probably would’ve seen that small smirk he did. “Uhm, can I have my pants back now?” You asked, the part of you wanted to hide in the locker and the other part of you just wanted your pants back before the others came looking for you. Joey was going to hand you your pants back until he pulled it back quickly, making you glare at him. “How about you convince me to?” When you asked him how he already had an idea on his mind “get on your knees and beg for them back unless you want your friends to see you like this.”
Ji-Woon Hak (The Trickster)
His weapon is probably the reason why you’re going to end up flashing him, he might accidentally snag it on your skirt while trying to hit you when you vault the window. He’s honestly amused even lets out a small chuckle when you don’t realize that your panties are showing, he vaults the window before giving you a cocky grin. “Aren’t you missing something? 여보.” You squint your eyes at him before looking down and realizing that you’re giving him a whole show of your panties. “Give.Them.Back.” You said holding your hand out as you looked away from him, he moves his head to the side like if he’s debating on giving you mercy or not. Knowing him though you knew it wouldn’t be easy, “how about you give me a little show and then I’ll probably give them back to you?”
GhostFace(Danny Johnson)
He does it on purpose, if he notices the chases with you are lasting a little too long he’ll do everything to stop you. Even if that meant pull back on your skirt he knew the skirt you were wearing was frail, but he didn’t expect it to be THAT frail. So when he heard a sharp rip he wasn’t surprised that his face was near your panties when you vaulted the window, you let out a shriek before glaring at him. You shout at him saying that he shouldn’t do that, but he doesn’t care. Oh if only you could see that wide grin he had on his face while he held your skirt in his hand, “Danny please! I don’t want the others to see me like this…” “then you better give me something in return babe, or else you’ll end up flashing everyone.” He wouldn’t allow that though, he’ll mori everyone before he allows anyone to see you in your panties.
#dbd headcanons#dbd joey#dbd the legion#dbd frank#frank morrison x you#frank morrison x reader#frank morrison#dbd joey x you#dbd joey x reader#dbd ghostface x reader#dbd ghostface#danny johnson x reader#danny johnson#danny johnson x you#Danny Johnson headcanon#the trickster x reader#dbd trickster x reader#dbd trickster#dbd fanfic#dbd the legion x reader
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Okay I need someone to write a Lixsung threesome because I feel like this dynamic would be so interesting.
With a Minsung threesome Ji would obviously lean into his sub tendencies and let Lee Know take charge, but with Lix I think he'd convince himself he can be a dom whereas actually you and Lix would bring him to his knees (literally).
Imagine you've got him pressed between your bodies, you in front and Felix behind, and you're bouncing on his cock while Felix fucks his ass and he's so overstimulated but fucking elated and screaming at the same time.
-😺
the way i want to write this bc i so agree
i think with jilix jisung would get wayyy too cocky and i also strongly believe lix can be such a good dom if he wants to be SO i think jisung would be knocked for SIX like FHSFDG felix would SHOCK HIM
and the mental image of fucking jisung while felix fucks him....... GDOD. that's s fcukgin hot
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hey! so i love what you write and it's been a while since i last was on tumblr, so i like reading and seeing what you write and stuff. anyways, i was wondering that if you're still taking requests, if maybe you could write an overstimulation + toys story or headcannon for sanji where he's on the receiving end? i don't know if you already have a story like this since i'm pretty new but that's something i pretty much thought would be a little interesting?? i don't know
A/N: hello. I been meaning to do some actual in depth of overstim/subby Sanji. Okie dokie! Thank you :) enjoy!
“Sanji & Toys” (Sub!Sanji x Fem Reader) NSFW
Black Fem Reader in Mind
CW: Toys, Sanji is wearing a Vibrating C/ck Ring, Sanji has a small Mommy kink because im weird dont cringe too hard, Riding, Teasing, Needy!Sanji, Dom!Reader, Overstim, Reader Doesn’t C/m
Sanji’s such a good boy, he literally is so good at taking whatever you give him
Sanji doesn’t mind the idea of being used by you. He is a firm believer of being your little sex toy no matter how embarrassing it may feel on his end
Which is how he landed here:
Hands handcuffed above his head, naked, lower abdomen a mess from already cumming twice, and you rubbing your thumb against his slit causing his cock to uncontrollably twitch when you apply harder pressure on it.
“You haven’t…you haven’t came yet…”
His voice was strained, and eyes were shut tightly trying to regulate his breathing, but it kept being knocked feeling the intense vibrations on his lower shafts and balls.
“Your moans are so pretty…” You hummed, and admired the work you’ve done on him as if he were an art piece. Which he pretty much was with how beautiful he looked, chest rising, your finger dragging slowly down his damp chest that was the same pink tint as his neck and cheeks. You never seen him so flustered. Your voice was greedy, hungry for what more can the little ring can do to Sanji with you on it.
“P-please..please, my love, use me. Use me to cum i know you can….”
“I know you want to please…”
It was killing Sanji inside that he couldn’t touch you, rub you, lick you, anything. He knew better than to agree so quickly of being so useless under you, but if only he knew how much you were soaking up this image of him to utilize later when you’re alone and you can’t have your way with him he probably would have agreed sooner.
Sanji’s thigh twitched beside you feeling your hands roam his sweaty body, there wasn’t an area on him that wasn’t already sucked or kissed on. Your eyes never left his, not as he was cumming or as you played with his cock being tortured by the vibrating ring around it.
“You’re so pretty, Ji…”
Your body weight now lifted over him, he looked down at the mess of your cunt practically drooling over his blushing length, sucking his bottom lip subtly. All he needed to do was thrust upwards slightly and his sensitive tip can poke inside your goopy walls, but he was a good boy and didn’t move a muscle.
“Please…please fuck me, Y/N…please please please please pleas—“ His whines transitioned into a beautiful melody of moans and whines as your pussy clenches down on him slowly, you breathe out an airy laugh almost relaxing on top of him getting used to him inside you. Once you settled you rose the settings on the toy to it’s highest vibration. The loud buzz was muffled in between both your bodies as the room was now filled with your slutty noises
“S—so! So good you feel so good!” Sanji praised, you felt not only his pulse on his cock but the vibration of it all as well erupt inside you while you rocked back and fourth.
Your blonde cook eyes rolled behind his head, mouth agape giving you the opportunity to wrap your tongue around his with your hand on his throat. He kept singing his beautiful hums of moans in your mouth spreading his legs further apart to feel more of you bouncing on his dick, the spit line between you both now broke when your rose back up to look down on him.
It felt like ecstasy and Sanji couldn’t take it anymore.
“San!”
“Need it, Y/N i need it!”
His hips matched your pace, the room began to spin with his sweaty hip snapping up into your cunt for more friction. Between the vibrator inside you and his messy thrust making your body bounce on top of him you were sure you were—-
“Fuck! Fuck!—“ Being too caught up in his own pussy drunk mind, you hear metal break and hit the wooden floor the bed was already banging against, he broke off the handcuffs to sit himself up.
“‘M sorry mommy i need you!”
You barely even heard his cry before he latched your lips back unto his, he regained control, letting your body to relax into his as he kept pumping himself full of you.
Moaning in each other hot sloppy mouths you threw your arms on his shoulder to hold on tightly with your legs around his waist trying so hard to hold on, your love drunk cook moved his mouth to your neck sucking, whimpering into it feeling the knot in his belly turn and twist,
“‘M—!”
It was probably one of the hardest orgasms Sanji has ever experienced in his life, he threw his head back on the hard headboard, mouth opened, chest rising and falling so harshly. All you could see was his sweaty neck and some of his damp hair on his lips trying to regulate his sense of mind and breathing.
You look down at the cum filled mess coating your thighs and his pelvis, the vibrator long broken from the constant jumping on it, so you slowly get up to pull out, but Sanji immediately squeezes your hips.
“Please…don’t move.” Was all he could strain out to say, adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “…you still…didn’t cum yet…”
“It’s okay, Ji… it was all about you today.”
The sentiment was sweet, but you and Sanji both knew from how quickly he pushed you on your back. You were blessed to now see both of his eyes, small drips of sweat hitting your forehead while his eyes pierced into yours. His aura was now shifted just that quick seeing how unmarked your body now was.
“How about…” He turned his head to his left to reach for the black bag of toys and pulled out a new one, he fiddles with it and pulled out a little dildo you bought for yourself since Sanji once suggested to watch you use it one time, “We play with this now.”
You hiss feeling the cold plastic swirl against your clit, prodding to slip inside your stretched sopping hole. Sanji’s eyes were dark staring at your body so willingly suck the toy inside you, he felt himself get riled up again.
It was your turn to be played with now.
#one piece#TimikosSanji#one piece headcanons#black reader#one piece x female reader#sanji#one piece smut#sanjionepiece#sanji imagine#sanji x black reader#sanji x reader#one piece x black!reader#black foot sanji#female reader#x female reader#one piece scenario#sanji smut
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“I love you. When did I start to love you so much?” - Sohma Kyo, “Fruits Basket” (mang.: Takaya Natsuki)
🍭 This SFW collab event is open for writers and artists of all ages (no need to follow me).
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