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pairing: mingi/fem!reader
genre: childhood best friends to lovers, college au, angst, smut - minors do NOT interact
warnings: no dom/sub dynamic, unrequited love, mutual loss of virginity, mingi has a massive cock, fingering, oral sex (f. recieving)
word count: 10k
a/n: i want to be honest with you guys, this is not a comeback. this is just a little fic that iâve been working on for the past year or so that has brought me a lot of comfort, and i hope that it can do the same for you. iâm not sure if iâll ever be active on this blog like i used to be, but please know that i will always be a writer and i will always read every single comment, reblog, and note that is sent to me. thank you for being my readers. i love you all so so dearly <3
âHey, Mingi,â Yunho asked, staring at his distorted reflection in the back of a flimsy dining hall spoon, âHave you ever eaten a girl out before?â
 âW-What the fuck?â Mingi choked on his homemade sandwich. âWhy would you ask me that?â
 âBecause I want to go down on my girl on our next dateâŠâ he dropped the spoon on his tray, frowning as it clanged. âWeâve already fucked but I think itâll be a nice way to show her I really care, you know? But Iâve never done it before.â
 âWait-â Mingi dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning forward across the table. âYouâve had sex before?âÂ
 âYou havenât?â Yunho grinned.
 âOf course I havenât, asshole! Why didnât you tell me?â
 Yunho shrugged. âGuess I just didnât think it was that important. What timeâs your next class?âÂ
 âIâm done with classes for the day,â Mingi crumbled the tin foil that previously held his sandwich into a ball. âYours is at 2:30, right?âÂ
 The older boy nodded and the two stood up, making their way to the nearest trash can.
 âBesides,â Yunho placed his tray on top of a growing stack of them while Mingi threw away his brown paper bag. âI thought you wouldâve already fucked that girl youâre always with by now. What was her name again?â
 Mingiâs eyes widened as your name slipped past Yunhoâs lips. âSh!â he hissed, looking over his shoulder. âI told you to stop asking about her. She doesnât like me like that.â
 âBut you havenât even tried!â
 âYes, I have!â
 âGiving her a warm Tootsie Roll that had been sitting in your pocket all day does not count as trying.â
 âBut I gave it to her on Valentineâs Day!â Mingi whined. âThat counts for something, right?â
 He reluctantly met Yunhoâs eyes, groaning when he saw his friendâs lips pressed into a thin line and his head shaking.Â
 âYouâve gotta just tell her, dude. Youâre never gonna know if you donât try.âÂ
 He knew Yunho was right. If he ever wanted anything to change, heâd have to talk to you. Otherwise, heâd spend his entire life wondering what wouldâve happened if he wouldâve just had the balls to tell you.Â
 Heâd do it today, he decided, when he met you at your usual spot to walk back to your dorms together. That way, he could just run home if you said you didnât feel the same way! Perfect plan.Â
Mingi wiped his hands on his pants as he walked to your usual meeting spot, attempting to calm himself down and hype himself up at the same time.Â
 He was really going to do it now; he was going to spill his heart out and hope that you somehow ended up in his arms. Heâd start with how heâd loved you since you were kids when you took swim lessons with him at the community pool. You jumped right in the water when he was too afraid to duck his head underneath, and he remembered wanting to be brave like you. He loved you in middle school when you noticed him struggling with his math homework and offered to help. He loved you when you introduced him to Yunho, your friend from the student council who would end up becoming his best friend. And he loved you two years later, when he read your summer reading book aloud to you because staring at the pages made you sleepy.Â
 He loved you last year when you went to prom together, even when you made a point of announcing to the rest of your group that the two of you were âJust really good friends.â
 Oh, well. He loved you when he gave you that Tootsie Roll three months ago, too.
 And he loved you now, when he approached you slowly and timidly, waving his hand to get you to look up from your phone.
 âOh, hi,â you grinned, pulling the earbuds out of your ears.
 âHi,â he smiled.Â
 âHow was⊠how was your day?â You asked the same question you always asked when you saw him, but it sounded different this time. It was like an exhale; Like you were breathing the words instead of speaking them. If he didnât know better, he wouldâve thought you were nervous.Â
 âGood,â he nodded, gripping the straps of his backpack.
 âGood!â You repeated, clasping your hands together. âSoâŠâ
 He braced himself to say it. Iâm in love with you. I have been ever since we were kids. I donât want to be your friend, I want to kiss you.
 But you spoke first, and you said, âI think we should have sex.â
 He thought that he was having a stroke. He thought that you were having a stroke. âW-what did you say?â
 âHear me out,â you waved your hands and closed your eyes. âWeâre the last virgins in our friend group, right? And everyone thinks weâve already fucked, anyway. So we could just do it together and get it over with so that itâs not as big of a deal when we do it with other people!â
 âI donâtâŠâ His face felt like it was on fire. His stomach burned, and his palms were even sweatier than before. Get it over with?
 You sighed. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have dumped that on you so fast. Iâve just been thinking about it for a few weeks now, andâŠâ
 Your voice turned into a murmur in the back of his mind as he analyzed your words. Been thinking about it for weeks now? Thinking aboutâŠ
 âBut you donât have to decide now, okay? I just wanted to see if you would be up for it.â
 He slowly blinked and nodded back like an idiot. âO-okay. Yeah, Iâll think about it.â
 You nudged his shoulder with yours as you stood up to walk home with him, down the streets of the campus that had been home to you for the past nine months. âAnd thereâs no pressure, alright? You can say Iâm gross and you see me like a sister and I wonât be mad,â you laughed.
 Youâre beautiful. I want you to be my girlfriend.
 âIâll think about it,â he repeated.
 âCool,â you nodded. âHowâd that stats test go?â
You felt sick when you tried to go to sleep that night, nauseated with the thought that you mightâve just ruined everything.Â
 You didnât mean for it to come out so fast. You didnât mean to make him embarrassed. You only meant to present the idea to him; a sort of business proposal that would benefit the both of you before you went back home for the summer.
 None of your friends were virgins anymore. Only you and Mingi were left, and youâd known each other the longest, anyway.Â
 You turned in bed to stare at the pictures of the two of you taped to the collage on your wall. He stood next to you in a cheap rental tuxedo at prom, his mouth pulled into a gummy smile and his arm linked with yours. In another picture, he stood three inches away from you at your middle school graduation, a reminder of the awkward phase the two of you went through when you realized that he was a boy and you were a girl.Â
 But there were pictures from before that time, too, like the one of the two of you covered in nasty, artificially-colored green frosting from the cake at Mingiâs Incredible Hulk-themed birthday party in 2005. Or the two of you dressed up as Cosmo and Wanda from Fairly Odd Parents for Halloween in fourth grade.Â
 Your oldest friend. The person whoâd seen you through every phase of your life â even your emo phase in seventh grade â and stuck by you nonetheless.Â
 You thought of his full lips and his broad shoulders, his big hands. He was handsome, there was absolutely no arguing that, but he was also kind and gentle and sweet. He was always the first to notice when something was wrong and the last to believe you when you told him you were fine.Â
 Being his lover would be amazing, but not if it meant you couldnât be his friend anymore. You wouldnât fall unless he asked you to because losing him wasnât an option.
 Youâd tell him tomorrow to forget it. That it was stupid, and you changed your mind.Â
Mingi told Yunho about it at lunch the next day.Â
 âShe talked to me yesterday,â he mumbled, picking the peel off of a clementine.
 âAnd? Whatâd she say?â Yunho leaned forward, anticipating Mingiâs answer.
 âShe wants to fuck me.â
 Yunho let out a laugh of disbelief. âDonât play with me right now.â
 âShe does! She said, and I quote, âI think we should have sex.ââ
 âWell,â Yunho chuffed, âThere you go, buddy! I told you all you had to do was talk to her!â
 Mingi knew he didnât really talk to you. He knew he just listened (well, half-listened, half daydreamed about what losing his virginity to you would be like) while you gabbed on about how it was a win-win situation.
 But Yunho seemed so happy⊠No, proud of him. His validation made Mingi feel good â like this was the right decision.
 âSo, when are you going to do it?â Yunho squeezed a gluttonous amount of ketchup on his dry chicken patty.
 Mingi stared at his Ziploc bag of slightly brown apple slices. âWell⊠I havenât really told her Iâd do it yet.âÂ
 âWhat? Why not?â
 âI just didnât know if it was rightâŠâ
 âThe girl that youâve been in love with since you were a kid wants to give you her virginity and take yours at the same time, and you donât know if itâs right?â
 Mingi smiled. âYeah⊠I know.â
 âTell her today. I bet youâll do it before you go home for the summer if you tell her today.â
 âOkay, yeah.â Mingi nodded, feeling more sure of himself. âIâll tell her today.â
You had headphones in when you waited for Mingi after school, but you werenât listening to any music. There was already too much buzzing around in your head, and music would only overwhelm you even more.
 You chewed on your nailbeds and rehearsed your script in your head. Hey, I was way off base yesterday. That was weird and I shouldnât have put you on the spot like that. Letâs just pretend it never happened and enjoy the summer, okay?
 You saw his sneakers first. They were clean, exactly how they looked when he bought them four months ago.Â
 He was smiling when you looked up.
 âLetâs do it.â
 âWait⊠really?â You tilted your head to the side, trying not to stare at his lips.
 âYeah. You were right, it just makes sense for us to do it together.â His cheeks were pink.
 You slowly nodded, trying to convince yourself that it was a good idea again. âRight. Yeah⊠yeah, it makes sense.â You clapped your hands together. âWell! Itâs settled then! Is Yunho leaving town anytime soon?â
 âI donât⊠I donât think so?âÂ
 You stood up to begin your walk home, and Mingi followed suit.
 âWell,â you sighed. âMy roommates are probably home, but we should be fine if weâre quiet.â
 Mingi stumbled a bit as he walked. âWait, weâre doing this right now? Like, literally right now?â
 âNo!â you turned your head towards him as you spoke, but you didnât look him in the eye. âBut donât you think we should do other stuff first? And like⊠work up to the big thing?â
 âOther stuff?â
 âJust to warm us up. You know, so it wonât be as scary when weâŠâ You pictured Mingi naked and on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed and his pretty lips parted in a moan. You cleared your throat. âYou know.â
 âO-okay,â he nodded. âOkay, yeah.â
 Mingi sat on your bed with his hands tucked underneath his thighs to hide how badly they were shaking. He looked around the room, jealous of your full-size bed. He and Yunho were in a shared room dorm, and his feet always hung off the end of his twin mattress.Â
 Meanwhile, you scrolled through your phone to find a good playlist. You hit shuffle on the first one that suited your taste and a familiar song tumbled out of your cheap Bluetooth speaker.
 âYouâve kissed someone before, right?â You put your phone on your desk and walked to your bed.
 âYes,â he nodded.Â
 You narrowed your eyes at him. âWho?â
 He squirmed, adjusting his hands under his thighs. âMy lab partner in ninth grade. She felt me up under the bleachers.â I was thinking about you the whole time, his internal monologue chimed in, the words never making it past his lips.
 âGross,â you laughed, sitting on your bed. âJust let me lead, okay? Try to mirror what I do.â
 You reached up to hold his jaw, and his entire body stiffened.
 âHey.â You waved your hand in front of his face. âDonât be nervous, Ming. Itâs just me. We donât have to do this if you donât want tââ
 âI want to!â He interrupted. âPlease. I really want to. Iâm just nervous.â
 You rested both your hands on his shoulders. âItâs just me,â you repeated. âThe same me that Iâve always been.â
 Yeah, he thought, thatâs the problem.
 âJust follow my lead.â You gave him an encouraging smile, which he weakly returned. âItâll be fun, okay?â
 Mingi nodded, closed his eyes, and held his breath. A few seconds later, he felt your lips against his, and they were even softer than he imagined. He was sure that his were chapped, and he regretted not wearing lip balm more often like his mom always told him to.
 âSee? That wasnât so bad, was it?â
 He opened his eyes at the sound of your voice and gave you a tiny shake of his head.
 âDo you want another one?â You smiled.Â
 âYes, please,â he whispered.
 You kissed him again, a little bit longer this time. Your lips naturally slotted with his, and butterflies filled his tummy when you rested your hand on his thigh.
 And then your lips parted. He wasnât sure what to do other than follow your lead like youâd told him to, so he let his lips part, as well.
 His breath caught in his throat when your hand slid down to his neck. He barely had time to recover before you slipped your tongue in his mouth, playful and teasing and light.Â
 âO-oh,â he breathed, a shiver running through his body.
 âHow was that?âÂ
 âGood. I liked⊠I liked the part when you used your tongue.â
 âShut up,â you laughed. âYou wanna⊠keep going?â
 âYes,â he nodded.
 And that was how Mingi had his first makeout session with his childhood best friend. He tried to keep his whimpers to a minimum, but it was hard to when your kisses progressively got more heated. Your tongue in his mouth was unlike anything heâd ever felt before, and he blushed at your giggle when he tried to mirror your movements.
 âSuch a fast learner, Ming.â
 âT-thanksâŠâ
 âYou know you can touch me, right? You donât have to sit on your hands.â
 He looked down, completely unaware that his hands were still tucked underneath his thighs. They were both numb now, and they tingled when he pulled them up. He flexed and relaxed them to get his blood flowing again.
 âIâve neverâŠâ he whispered, âIâm sorry. I donât- I donât know where to touch.â
 You gave him a smile laced with what might have been pity and took his big hand in yours, moving it to rest on your hip.
 âWhat about the other one?â He whispered, even quieter than before.
 And then you were lifting his other hand and placing it on your cheek. His breath caught in his throat again.
 Itâs strange to truly look at someone whose face has always been a constant in your life. You looked different, but also the same. People change, but they donât.Â
 Mingi was sure of one thing: your face was the most beautiful heâd ever seen. He liked it ten years ago, and he liked it now.
 He kissed you first the next time. And since heâd gotten a little more confident, he let his lips part and used his tongue first, too. He kept his hands where youâd placed them and you kept yours around his neck. You kissed and kissed and kissed, and for now, that was enough.
It didnât stay enough for long. You and Mingi practically ran to your dorm after school every day, barely taking time to breathe before attaching your mouths together once your door was shut. Your obsession with Mingiâs lips had only grown since you started spending most of your free time kissing them.
 His hands were nice, too. Theyâd gotten a little bit more curious since that day, sometimes giving your hip a gentle squeeze or moving up to your waist while he kissed you. Any noise youâd make would immediately be met with a âsorryâ â a constant reminder that no matter how attractive the boy you were making out with was, he was still just the same old Mingi.
 And the little reactions heâd make were precious. Heâd gasp when you touched his thighs, heâd hum when you stroked his neck, heâd whimper when you took his plump bottom lip between your teeth. The more you worked him up, the luckier you felt to have been the only person to have ever seen him like this.Â
 You wondered how that could be while you sucked his lips. Plenty of girls had crushed on Mingi over the years. You knew because theyâd always ask you if you were his girlfriend before they tried to confess to him. No matter how many times you told them you werenât, he never ended up dating any of them.
 You detached from his lips with a smack. âMingi?â
 âMm?â He blinked, eyes slightly glazed over and lips swollen from kisses.
 âWhy havenât you had a girlfriend before?â
 His eyes widened for a split second, and he tried to cover it up by blinking a few times. âUh⊠just never met the right person, I guess.â
 âBut girls have been throwing themselves at you for years⊠You didnât ever want to try anything with them?â
 âGuess I just wanted to wait for someone that I reallyâŠâ he swallowed. âTrust.â
 That made sense. The thought of doing all of these things with a stranger was horrifying, but you felt safe with Mingi. You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth.
  âI trust you too, Ming. Wanna try something new?â
 âO-okay, yeah.â
 You tapped his shoulder twice. âLay down.â
 Like a puppy whoâd just been given a command, he lowered himself against your pillows, swinging his legs up so he was laying on the bed. You swung a leg over his hips to straddle them, and his eyes immediately widened.Â
 Youâd never really taken time to admire how pretty Mingi was. His chest, which was more toned than youâd realized, was swelling and deflating as he attempted to stabilize his breathing. His Adamâs apple dipped as he swallowed, and youâd be stupid to not notice the way his thick thighs tensed and relaxed underneath his black jeans.Â
 And then you leaned down, hovering over him to study his face. You ran your thumb over his sharp jaw as you took in his other features; The same darkness in his eyes that wasnât mysterious, but warm and inviting. The straight line of his nose, the pointed tip of it. The birthmark under his eye, the one on his cheek, the acne scars that dotted his cheeks like stars. Those fucking lips.
 Mingi was really fucking cute. Had he always been?
 You kissed him again, smiling when a little whimper escaped his lips.Â
 âCute,â you mumbled, unaware that the word had left your mouth until it was too late.
 Or maybe it was a good thing that you said it. Mingiâs response was enough to make you think that, at least. He moaned again, louder this time, as he pushed his hips forward against yours.Â
 Mingi always got hard during your makeout sessions, but you always pretended not to notice to spare him from any embarrassment. However, pretending not to notice was incredibly difficult with his bulge grinding against your heat.
 He moaned at the stimulation, but quickly interrupted himself. âOoh-sorry! Iâm so sorry, that wasnât on purpoââ
 You clapped a hand over his mouth. âI told you we have to be quiet.â
 He nodded, eyes wide as your hand stayed pressed to his mouth. You slid it down to rest on his chest when you whispered in his ear. âDonât be sorry. Thatâs what I wanted to try.â
 You pushed and pulled your hips against his erection again in one experimental thrust, grinning when his eyes screwed shut and his lips pressed together. You cupped his face to guide his lips to yours again.
 It was as uncoordinated as two virgins could be. Though your lips easily moved together from a week of practice, neither of your hips were skilled enough to set any sort of rhythm. You just desperately grabbed at each other, groping and humping and kissing like your lives depended on it.Â
 Soon, you could feel your soaking panties uncomfortably sticking to your core. The fabric gave you the tiniest bit of stimulation, dragging against your clit and ever-so-slightly teasing you. And the boy underneath you was driving you insane, with his messy kisses and his tiny groans.Â
 You didnât know what the end goal was, but you knew that it felt better when you grinded your hips faster, so thatâs what you did.Â
 âAh-â You silenced Mingiâs moan by pressing your mouth to his again, sighing as he hummed against your lips.
 And then he whimpered your name. Heâd said your name a thousand times before, but heâd never said it like this. Like it was a cry for help, a desperate plea for something. The sound fueled the fire of your desperation as you continued moving your hips, hoping to God that heâd say it again.
 And he did. You attached your lips to his neck and he whined your name once more, followed by a tiny breath of, âO-oh, godâŠâ
 His little sounds were getting better and better. Your name slipped past his lips between breathy whimpers and choked hums, and you kept licking and sucking his neck while you grinded your clothed, soaking pussy against his painfully hard, just as clothed dick.
 Finally, you took pity on the poor thing. His moans were getting increasingly desperate, and you could tell that he was doing everything in his power to keep them quiet. You hovered your lips directly over his ear.
 âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
 âA-ah-mph!â He squeezed his eyes shut as he writhed on the bed, pressing his hand to his mouth to keep his pathetic noises in. His whole body was shaking when you sat up.
 A wet patch on the crotch of his jeans made the dark fabric even darker, and a horrified expression washed over his face as your eyes immediately landed on it. If he wouldâve looked between your legs, he wouldâve noticed that your shorts were just as soaked, but he didnât. He only saw your dumbfounded expression as you tried to figure out what you were supposed to say. All that came out was, âD-did you justâŠ?â
 You just made a boy cum. From kissing. This had to have been the best day of your life.Â
 âIâm sorry,â he breathed, pushing you off of him. He immediately stood up, locating his jacket on your desk and holding it in front of his pants as he slid his bag over his shoulder. âIâm⊠Iâm sorry.â He looked down the whole time, never letting his eyes meet yours as he slipped his way out of your bedroom door.Â
 âMingi!â you called two seconds too late. âYouâre not going toââÂ
 You sighed, letting your voice get quiet. âHelp me?â
 He didnât come back, leaving you with soaking panties and an unsatiated pulsing between your legs that wasnât going anywhere anytime soon.Â
You texted him the next morning.
 Itâs not a big deal, Ming. Do you want to come over?
 He didnât respond. You went the whole weekend without hearing from him, and even when you waited for him at your usual spot on Monday, he didnât show. You sent him another text.Â
 Stop being stupid. I miss you.
 He didnât respond to that, either. By Tuesday, you were so anxious to see him that you waited outside his lecture hall after his morning class, scanning the crowd of faces for him. He wasnât difficult to find; his tall frame easily distinguished him from the rest of the crowd, even with his shoulders slouched. He made eye contact with you and immediately put his head down, walking faster.Â
 âMingi!â You yelled, weaving through the crowd to follow him.Â
 His pace quickened, his long legs carrying him out of the brick building and through the grassy common area, skillfully dodging flying frisbees and strategically-hung Enos.Â
 âMingi! ThisâŠâ you panted. âThis isnât fair! Your legs are longer than mine!â
 He flinched with each call of his name, but he didnât turn around. He didnât slow down. You picked up your pace to a jog, huffing as you tried to catch up to him. âMINGI! Stop fucking ignoring me!â
 After quickening your steps to a borderline sprint, you finally got close enough to grab the handle of his backpack, yanking him backwards and causing both of you to collapse on the lawn in the process.Â
 âOwâŠâ he whined, rubbing his butt and attempting to brush grass off of it.
 âYouâŠâ you breathed. âYou fucking suck. Why arenât you talking to me?â
 âW-What do you want me to say? What the hell am I supposed to say after humiliating myself like that?â
 âI told you it wasnât a big deal, stupid! I wanted to make you feel good!â
 His ears burned as he looked at you with wide eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and shock painting his face.Â
 âAnd you⊠you didnât even stay and help me. I was more turned on than Iâve ever been in my life, and you just got up and left! Right after I helped you finish! Who the fuck does that?â
 âIâŠâ he breathed, trying not to pass out. He made you more turned on than youâd ever been in your life? âI didnât think you wanted me toâŠâ
 âYou didnât think I wanted to feel good, too?â
 âNo!â he stammered, âNo, I just⊠I didnât think, I mean, I thought you would think I was gross.â
 You sighed, rubbing your temples. âMingi, the entire point of having sex is to feel good. I didnât think you were gross, I was jealous of you.â
 And see, that was where he fundamentally disagreed with you. As far as Mingi was concerned, the entire point of having sex was to be intimate with someone you love. Feeling good was just a bonus.Â
 He loved you so fucking much. Knowing that you didnât feel the same way about him made his chest physically ache, but he knew that you needed him, and that was more than he could have hoped for. If you didnât love him, at least you could love the way he made you feel.Â
 âIâll make it up to you next time,â he assured you. âI promise Iâm gonna make you feel good.â
 Your smile reappeared, and he felt like heâd been hit by a train.
 âYeah,â you laughed, punching his shoulder. âYou better. Wanna try that new boba place?â
The boba was mid, but it was nice to just be in Mingiâs presence again. He crumpled his straw wrapper as he told you about his weekend, how his momâs birthday was coming up, and how things were getting more serious between Yunho and his girlfriend.Â
 You liked the sound of his voice. You remembered when it used to crack all the time in middle school, but it had since balanced out into a smooth baritone, cascading your ears in warmth.Â
 âAre you listening to me?â
 âWhat? Yes.âÂ
 âNo, youâre not,â he scoffed. âYouâve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes.âÂ
 âYeah, because you have foam on them.â
 He immediately wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his ears flushing a bright red as he mumbled a disingenuous âfuck you.â
 The foam was only a scapegoat. You both knew how much you loved his lips.Â
 âSpeaking of fuck youâŠâ You shifted in your metal chair. âWhen⊠when are we going to⊠you knowâŠâ
 âWhat?â
 âYou knowâŠâ You looked to the side, your eyes widening.Â
 His heartrate doubled. âOh. Um⊠I donât know. Was there⊠did you have a specific time in mind?â
 âSorry, didnât realize I needed to make an appointment,â you laughed. âI donât know. I just⊠I want to. Soon.â
 He remembered your words. Get it over with.Â
 âOkay,â he nodded. âWe can. Soon.â
 You picked up his hand that was resting on the table to play with his fingers, pinching them between your smaller ones while you chewed on a ball of sweet tapioca.Â
 He swallowed and watched you, his eyes glazing over. I love you, I love you, I love you.
 Your stomach dropped a bit when you met his starry eyes. You didnât know why.
Two days later and you had Mingi underneath you again, his hands gripping your waist while you sucked on those perfect lips.Â
 âGonna make you feel good this timeâŠâ he whispered, trying to catch his breath between your feverish kisses. âPromise.â
 You just rested your hand on the back of his neck and sighed.
 âCan I⊠Is it okay if I take your shirt off?â He asked, his face a deep shade of red.Â
 âYeah,â you breathed. âItâs okay.â
 But he didnât move, so you tugged on the hem of your shirt and lifted it off yourself. His breath caught in his throat when he saw your half-naked torso, covered by nothing but a slightly too tight purple bra that you got on clearance a few years ago.
 He shakily brushed a fingertip over the little bow in the center of it.
 Your face felt so hot you were sure water would boil if someone rested a pot on your cheek.
 âCan you⊠take your shirt off, too? This feels weird.â You covered your torso with your arms.
 âO-oh, yeah,â he nodded. âIâm sorry. Yeah.â
 You scooted back so that he could sit up, his trembling hands lifting his shirt over his head.
 His chest was flushed red. That was the first thing you noticed. And his belly was lean, but also soft and smooth, puffing and deflating with his shallow breath.Â
 You rested a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. He just watched you.
 âWeâre not kids anymoreâŠâ you whispered. There was a sad tone to your words, almost as if you were grieving.
 âNo,â Mingi shook his head, his voice barely audible. âWeâre not.â
 It was a beautifully horrifying realization. The kid you used to make mud soup with was a man now, and he was touching you like youâd never been touched before.
 You kissed him then. To comfort him, to comfort yourself, to be closer to the person who already knew you better than anyone in the universe.
 You unclasped your bra and just let it loosely rest on top of your chest.
 âHey,â Mingi whispered, âJust me, remember?â
 Right. Just Mingi.Â
 You tossed your bra to the side, instinctively covering your boobs with your hands.
 âPleaseâŠâ Mingi placed his hands over yours. âI want to see you.â
 He sighed when you removed your hands, just as slowly.
 âPrettyâŠâ he mumbled. âIs it okay if I touch you?â
 You nodded and he ran his hands over the lines on your sides where your bra had been digging into your skin. You cursed yourself for not buying a new one before this. Maybe heâd like one of those silk push-up bras you always saw your friends wearing, or perhaps one of those flimsy lace bralettes that you saw in the windows at Victoriaâs Secret last week.
 âYouâre beautiful,â he whispered, and the insecurity in your stomach almost vanished completely. Almost.Â
 He leaned forward, cupping one of your tits in his huge hand and gently kissing the other. You gasped when you felt his wet tongue drag across your nipple, and he looked up at you for reassurance while you laced your fingers through his hair.Â
 âDoes that feel good?â
 âYes,â you breathed. âY-yeah, that feels goodâŠ.â
 He gently latched his mouth to your nipple, sucking and then running his soft tongue over the flesh to soothe it. You didnât mean to, but you arched your back, and his free hand found a place in the dip of your waist.
 You subconsciously tugged on his hair as he sucked your other nipple. He worshipped your tits, kissing, sucking, and licking them while you quietly moaned, grinding against his erection. You wanted to let him continue all night, but soon, the pulsing between your thighs started to become unbearable.Â
 âMing⊠need you to fuck me,â you whispered. âPlease.â
 He pulled back a bit, his plump lips glossy and his adamâs apple dipping as he swallowed.
 âOkay.â
 He didnât move and you didnât, either. You just looked at each other, breathing heavy though youâd hardly done anything yet.
 â... Nobodyâs ever seen me naked before,â he said under his breath.
 You shook your head. âMe neither.â
 He kissed you again, but it was really just so that you wouldnât watch him while he took his pants off. And you werenât sure what you were doing, you werenât sure why, but once both of your pants were off, you reached a hand down and felt him through the thin fabric of his boxers.
 He took in a sharp inhale.Â
 âIâm sorry,â you said, âIs this okay?â
 And then you felt a large hand between your thighs, softly rubbing you through your panties.
 It felt so much different from when you did it to yourself. More pleasurable, sure, but also more vulnerable. More intense.
 Neither of you knew what to say. You felt how hard he was against your hand. He felt the little wet patch soaking through your panties. You both needed this desperately, and yet for a few moments, nobody moved.Â
 âY-you can take them off of me.â Your voice was barely above a whisper and it cracked in the middle, but you were proud of yourself for getting the words out.Â
 His hands shook when he slid them down your thighs. Before he could stare for too long, you slid your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down.Â
 You werenât sure if he was big or not. Youâd never seen a penis in real life before, only in porn, and he looked about the same size as what youâd seen in porn. Did that mean he was big?
 He looked down, and you realized you were staring. âSorry,â you stammered, forcing yourself to look him in the eye again.Â
 âN-no, itâs okay. Is it⊠I mean, do you like it?â
 Your face broke into a smile. Mingi, Mingi, Mingi. âYes, itâs lovely, Ming. Stop stressing.â
 You reached for a condom on your nightstand, closely inspecting the foil packet for instructions.Â
 âI think I can do it,â he mumbled, gently taking the condom out of your hand.
 âYou know how to?â
 âI think so.â
 After a few minutes of him fumbling with the latex, his lips were on yours again and you could feel his dick resting on your thigh.Â
 âAre you ready?â He pulled back for a moment to look you in the eye.
 âM-mhm,â you nodded.
 He kissed your cheek and held his dick in his hand, aligning himself. A painful stretching sensation flooded your lower half as his thick tip poked at your entrance.Â
 He inhaled shakily. âC-can I⊠can I push it in now?â
 You nodded. âI⊠think so? Y-yeah⊠go aheadâŠâ
 He pushed his hips forward, and the sensation intensified when you felt his tip enter you with a pop. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything youâd ever felt before. A horrid stretch, almost like a burn, splitting you open in the worst way. Tears pricked into your eyes.
 âOW! Ow, ow, ow, stop, stop, stop!â You pushed his broad shoulders away, whimpering when he frantically pulled out. That hurt, too.
 âO-oh my god, are you okay? What did I- D-did I do something wrong?â
 You looked down at his dick, which was still fully hard. He was big, you supposed. Really big. With his cock resting on your stomach, it went all the way up to your belly button. You felt stupid for thinking you could take him without any prep.
 And you also felt embarrassed. This wasnât how your first time was supposed to go. This didnât happen in porn. You were supposed to be screaming his name, he was supposed to be groaning yours and pounding you into the mattress. You were supposed to be making him feel good, and he was supposed to be doing the same for you. A lump formed in your throat and you attempted to blink the tears out of your eyes, which probably just made them more teary.Â
 âNo,â you breathed. âI think⊠I donât think Iâm wet enough.â
 He frowned. âDid we not kiss for long enough?â
 âNo, no, we did.â Guilt crept into your chest. You knew this wasnât how he pictured his first time going, either.Â
 His frown intensified as a pained look washed over his face. âAre you not⊠is it because youâre not attracted to me?â
 âStop it, Mingi. Itâs not for any reason. You didnât do anything wrong. Letâs just⊠we can get lube from the store and try again tomorrow, okay? I can jerk you off to help you finish if you want.â
 His heart ached. He didnât want you to âhelp him finish.â He wanted to make love to you, soft and tender and slow. He wanted to hold your face and kiss your forehead and tell you how much you meant to him.
 But his dick was painfully hard, and there arenât many times that the love of your life offers to help you finish even though they donât feel the same way about you, so he said, âYes, please.â
 You wrapped your fingers around his erection, biting your cheek to stop yourself from crying. He bit his lip to do the same.
Mingi couldnât make eye contact with the cashier when he bought lube from the drug store the next day. His hands shook as he put his card into the reader, and they kept shaking while he entered his pin number. The machine dinged and he yanked his card out, snatching the plastic bag from the cashier before they had time to offer him a receipt. His face burned the entire walk to your dorm and didnât stop burning once he got there.
 His breath caught in his throat when you opened the door. âI got theâŠâ he held the plastic bag up. âI got the stuff.â
 You laughed and stepped back to let him inside. âYou make it sound like weâre about to do drugs.â
 Yeah, something like that.
 Mingi didnât say anything when you sat him on your bed and straddled his hips. He whimpered a little bit when you pressed your lips to his, and you assumed that it was just because he was horny.Â
 You held the side of his neck and worked your tongue against his, rolling your hips forward to grind against his growing bulge. He whimpered again, and you moved your face down to suck on his neck.Â
 âI think you need to finger me first,â you whispered in his ear.
 âW-what?â He blinked up at you for a moment, his eyes wide and starry before he shyly looked away. âIâve never⊠I mean⊠I donât know how to do that.â
 âIt canât be that hard, right? You just take your fingers and, like⊠put them in me.â
 âI think itâs a little more complicated than that.â
 âWell⊠Iâll just tell you what feels good, okay? I do it to myself all the time.â
 His eyes snapped up again as he imagined you touching yourself. Heâd thought about it before, late at night when he was jerking off, but hearing you say it out loud made him feel dizzy. Flames erupted across his cheeks again, and his body tensed.
 Your face burned with the realization of your confession. âStop picturing it.â
 âS-sorry.â
 âI just need your fingers first, okay? I canât⊠I canât take your dick without some prep first.â
 It was like you wanted him to cum in his pants again. He nodded and reached for the plastic bag, fishing out the lube and taking it out of its little purple box.Â
 âIâm sorry about yesterday, by the way.â His voice was quiet.
 âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. Thatâs why weâre doing this together, you know? Because we feel safe around each other.â
 He nodded.
 âBut for the recordâŠâ You lowered your head, still embarrassed about how yesterday went. âIâm sorry, too.â
 âThereâs nothing to be sorry about.â He smiled.
 You kissed him, and you were so glad that you were kissing him.Â
 âIâm really going to need you to walk me through this because I have absolutely no idea what Iâm doing.â His cheeks were a splotchy red.Â
 You laughed. âI promise it sounds scarier than it actually is.â You pulled your shirt over your head, embarrassed again when you realized you were wearing the same purple bra that you wore yesterday.
 âShit,â you breathed. âI meant to wear something nicer for you today. Sorry.â
 For me? Mingi thought. For me?Â
 But he said, âI like this one. Itâs cute.â And he touched the little bow again.
 âThanks.â You climbed off of his lap to take your shorts off. âLift your arms.â
 He obeyed, and you lifted his shirt over his head. It didnât need to be off yet, you supposed, but youâd been dreaming about Mingiâs lean abdomen all day and you didnât want to wait another second to have it under your fingertips again.Â
 You laid down on the bed and slid your panties off, but didnât spread your legs yet. You felt vulnerable again, especially considering that Mingi still had his pants on.Â
 âC-can youââ you started.
 âYeah,â Mingi nodded, already unbuttoning his pants. When they were off, he sat back down and gently brushed his fingertips over your thigh.Â
 âOkay,â he breathed. âTell me what to do.â
 âJust⊠just kiss me for a second.â The truth was, you werenât even really sure how to give him instructions, and you wanted to buy yourself some time. You usually just felt around until something felt good, and you werenât sure how to explain that to him.
 He kissed you. You decided that even if he was always too big for you, even if you couldnât ever take his full length, youâd probably be just as happy kissing him and jerking him off like you did last night.
 You felt his hand on your inner thigh and you liked the feeling.Â
 âOkay, soâŠâ you inhaled deeply. âJust start with one. And you can just kinda⊠feel around? Iâll tell you what feels good.â
 âOkay,â he nodded, taking a deep breath, too. âOkay.â
 He dripped some of the lube onto his fingers, rubbing it with his thumb in an attempt to warm it up. Your body tensed as you felt his finger slide between your folds, shaking slightly as he rubbed you up and down.
 He seemed to stop breathing for a moment. His eyes just raked over your body, all wide and starry while he clumsily touched you.Â
 âYouâre gorgeous,â he breathed. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
 âM-Mingi, Ah-â You let out a tiny yelp when his fingertip brushed your clit.
 âDid I hurt you?â He immediately stopped, taking his fingers away.Â
 âN-no, that felt good⊠really goodâŠâ You nodded.Â
 He tried to find the spot again, clumsily drawing circles around it.
 âS-so good. Yeah, r-right there,â you sighed.
 His fingertip slipped a little too far to the left.Â
 âN-no, back where it was.â
 After a few seconds of âHere?â and âNo, here,â back and forth, he found the spot again and gently traced it.Â
 Your eyes rolled back and closed as your body twitched, trying to get used to the sensation of being touched by another person.Â
 Then his fingers slid further down, but it was intentional this time.Â
 Mingi looked you in the eye and didnât say anything as he gently circled his fingertip around your opening, coating it in lube and spreading your arousal at the same time.Â
 You didnât say anything, either. You couldnât if you tried. But he understood your tiny nod and the look of desperation in your eyes, so he gently pushed his finger inside.Â
 His long, thick finger went deeper than your own ever had, but it didnât hurt. âO-ohh,â you breathed, shivering.
 Mingi was at a loss for words. Your pussy was hugging his finger so tight and you felt so warm and the tiny noises that you were making were about to send him over the edge. âFuckâŠâ he sharply inhaled through his teeth, staring up at the ceiling for a minute so that he didnât cum untouched.
 âM-Mingi,â you breathed, âGo like this.â And then you held a finger up and curved it inward, and he immediately obeyed.
 Your back arched to a borderline uncomfortable degree as you let out a pathetic little noise, and Mingi seriously was on the edge of an orgasm already.
 âI-is that a sensitive spot?â
 âDo it again,â you commanded. âMingi, do that again.â
 He did, and then he did it a few more times, pumping his finger and setting a rhythm. You were probably being a little too squirmy, but you couldnât help it. Nothing had ever felt like this before.Â
 âFuck,â you breathed. âAdd another one.â
 Mingi meant to ask âAre you sure?â but his head was so fuzzy with arousal that he just obeyed, pushing his middle finger in next to his pointer finger.
 âS-shit,â you gasped, sitting up and holding his wrist. âHold on a secâ fuck.â
 âAre you okay?â
 âIt feels good,â you nodded. âJust forgot how thick these are.â
 He understood. He could almost feel you stretching out, and he suddenly felt horribly guilty for not offering to do this before he attempted to put his dick inside of you yesterday.
 âYouâre doing amazing,â he encouraged you, nodding slightly. âJ-just let me know when you want more, okay?â
 âC-can youâŠâ You blushed, too shy to complete your sentence.Â
 He knit his eyebrows at you, giving you an encouraging nod. He felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, and he tried not to groan.
 âWhat do you need, baby?â He soothed, âJust tell me what you need and Iâll give it to you.â
 Your face burned. Mingi had never been more attractive to you, with his lips swollen and his cheeks flaming and his fingers deep inside of you. He was gently thrusting his fingers, massaging your g-spot, tracing your opening, and stretching you out all in a fluid motion.
 âC-can you play with my clit again while you do that?â You whispered.Â
 He nodded immediately, smiling and circling his thumb around your pebbled clit.Â
 âO-ohhâŠâ you moaned, burying your face in his neck. âOh my godâŠâ
 He swallowed roughly. âG-goodâŠâ He encouraged as he felt you slowly relax around his fingers.
 Your back arched, tiny little whimpers escaping you as Mingi made love to you with his hand.Â
 And he was barely holding it together. He could feel the tip of his dick sticking to his boxers, precum smearing against the fabric and providing his cockhead with the tiniest bit of friction every time he moved his hips.Â
 âDo you want one more? Or are you good with two?â His voice was hoarse.Â
 âI d-onâtââ You inhaled sharply, eyes closing as you felt the tiny spark of an orgasm in your core. âD-donât think I can take a thirdâŠâ
 Mingi nodded, and then he kissed your forehead. He wanted to speak, but he was putting all of his effort into keeping up a steady rhythm with his hand and not coming in his pants while your tensed thigh rubbed his dick.Â
 And then it was silent for a few moments, except for the quiet squelching coming from between your legs every few seconds.Â
 âI think Iâm gonna cum.â You whispered, keeping your eyes closed. Focusing on that feeling, chasing it.
 Mingi swallowed, his breath catching. âMm.â He hummed. He couldnât think of anything else to say.Â
 Your breath caught in your throat, the rest of it escaping in a choked whimper. âF-fasterâŠâ You breathed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. âPlease.â
 He nodded, quickening his movements. You leaned up, catching his lips in a messy kiss as you got closer and closer.
 You were quieter than you thought youâd be. As your orgasm approached, you hardly made any noise at all, save for a few little gasps.Â
 Your mouth dropped open and you pressed your forehead to your loverâs, letting out one single moan as your orgasm clenched down on his fingers. It ran through your body in waves, your muscles tensing and releasing rhythmically.
 âMy godâŠâ Mingi groaned, continuing his movements. âG-Good job, baby.â
 You squeaked, gently pushing his hand away as you neared overstimulation. His brows furrowed as he worried that heâd hurt you, but you immediately eased his anxiety by holding the back of his neck and pressing your lips to his again.
 âFelt so goodâŠâ You mumbled through kisses. âT-think Iâm ready nowâŠâ
 His heart fluttered as he felt your hand between his legs, stroking his sensitive thighs. And then he looked at you in a way that a boy had never looked at you before, with big, dark, sparkling, pleading eyes. Like he needed you.
 So gently, like you were afraid heâd break, you slipped his dick out of his blue plaid boxers. He was so hard, so sticky and pulsing that you were sure he must have been in pain. âThank you for making me feel good,â you whispered. âI know it must have been hard to waitâŠâ
 He shook his head, closing his eyes. âDonât thank me.â He let out a tiny noise as you stroked him once. âI loved it,â he breathed. âI loved doing that for you.â
 You smiled, kissing him again. âTake these off,â you pleaded, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.Â
 Mingi pushed them down, kicking them off the bed at his feet. And then he was fully naked, hovering above you, also fully naked. It should have been scary, but youâd never felt more safe. You reached your arms behind him, stroking his back before sliding your hands down to teasingly squeeze his ass.
 He let out a choked noise and you laughed. âSorry, Iâve always wanted to do that. You have a really nice ass.â
 He shook his head, laughing and kissing you again.
 âYouâre really beautiful, Mingi.â You whispered, feeling another pang in your core as he groaned at the praise.Â
 He reached a hand up, squeezing your breast as he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you. His heavy cock rested on your belly, clear precum sticking to your soft skin.Â
 You reached for the condom on the nightstand, carefully ripping it open. His eyes didnât leave your face as you gently rolled it onto him, your small hand wrapping around his girth. You slid his tip between your folds, then coated it in even more lube. You knew it might still hurt a little bit, but you felt much more prepared for it this time.Â
 âThe second it starts to hurt,â he whispered, his voice raspy. âYou tell me.â
 You nodded. The two of you looked into each otherâs eyes, and didnât look away when his tip was aligned with your entrance.Â
 But his eyes fluttered shut a bit when he slipped inside. He couldnât help it.
 Your gasp made him open his eyes again. âAre you okay?â
 âMmhââ You nodded, your voice high pitched and squeaky. He pushed forward, filling you, stretching you, making you his.
 âMingiâŠâ You whined, tears blurring your vision. âS-so bigâŠâ
 He kissed away the first tear that fell. âI know, Iâm sorry,â he whispered, âY-Youâre doing so well.â
 He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his length.Â
 âIs itâŠâ You looked up at him with teary eyes. âIs it all the way in yet?â
 âNot yet.â His eyes were full of empathy and adoration. âCan you take any more? Itâs okay if you canât.â
 You whimpered. âSâbig, Mingi.â
 âI know, baby, I know itâs big. Does it feel good? D-Does it hurt?â
 âIt feelsâŠâ you trailed off. âIt feels good but it hurts. I dunno if I can take any more.â
 âThatâs okay,â he nodded, kissing your forehead. âYou feel s-so good just like this.â
 âR-really?â
 âYes,â he nodded. âYou feel amazing. So⊠so fucking good.â He gritted his teeth as he spoke, shaking and sweating and forcing himself to not instinctively start fucking you hard and fast. âCan I move a little bit now?â
 âYes,â you nodded. âSlow, please.â
 He pulled back so that only the very end of his tip was dipped into your opening, then shakily pushed forward in a single stroke, a little over three quarters of the way inside.Â
 Tears stung his and your eyes. You felt better than anything heâd ever felt before, and the stretching sensation was starting to feel more pleasant than painful.Â
 âIâm soâŠâ he whimpered. âIâm so proud of you. Youâre taking me so well.â
 âMingiâŠâ you whined in response, clawing at his back. âF-feels good.â
 âYeah?â His eyes met yours. âIt feels good?â
 âMmm. I want⊠want you to fuck me. B-but slow, okay?â
 He visibly shivered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as his whole body became covered in goosebumps.Â
 âT-tell me if itâs too much.â
 He attempted to set a pace then, slowly pushing and pulling his hips to halfway-fuck you as gently as he possibly could. Little moans slipped from your lips in time with his thrusts.
 âUnghâŠâ he whimpered, âGod. F-feels so good. Youâre soâŠâ his eyebrows furrowed. âFuck, youâre so tight.â
 âMingiâŠâ You rested your hand on his cheek. âKiss.â
 He didnât need to be told twice. His perfectly full lips gently kissed yours, softly massaging his tongue into your mouth while he slowly pumped his cock in and out of you. You were embarrassed that you couldnât take his whole length yet, but you decided in that moment that this wouldnât be the last time you did this with him, and you had all the time in the world to train for the entirety of him.Â
 âFuckâŠâ he repeated, resting his forehead against yours. âIâm⊠Iâm close. Iâm sorry.â
 âYou are?â Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, a moan slipping from your lips when his thrusts got a bit faster.Â
 That was fast, you thought, but it was his first time, you supposed. You hoped he had good stamina, because you didnât want this night to be anywhere close to over.
 âI c-canâtâŠâ His hips were starting to shake a bit. âGod, you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight.â
 âMingâŠâ you whispered, holding his face. âI wanna make you cum. Want you to cum for me.â
 âOh, fuckâŠâ he whimpered. âGod, f-fuck-â
 His voice cracked as his eyes squeezed shut, his belly tensing and his lips dropping open in a silent moan.Â
 And for a few seconds, time didnât exist. There was only him and you and your bodies, like this was how you were always meant to be. You felt his big hand on your waist and his thick length stretching you out, but you also felt that same comforting atmosphere that always followed him around. You saw his face, the one that you knew so well, contorted in pleasure, and you heard his familiar voice making unfamiliar noises. And there was no one in the world youâd rather do this with. There was no one else you wanted to kiss.Â
 âI love you.â
 He cried out as he came, curling in on himself and burying his face in your neck as he pulled out so just his tip was inside, pumping the condom full of his load.Â
 He pulled out and rested his cock on your belly, huffing in your neck as he caught his breath.Â
 You stroked his hair and swallowed, a lump forming in your throat.Â
 You said it. You told him out loud and youâd never be able to take it back.Â
 He just kept breathing down your neck, sweaty and shaking and wondering if he heard you right.Â
 âIâ I tried not toâŠâ you breathed. âI tried so hard not to fall in love with you. Youâre my best friend and you mean more to me than anyone else. But I justâŠâÂ
 You swallowed. There was really no going back now.Â
 âI see you smiling and it hits me like a steamroller. Like my chest is knocked in and I canât breathe. It feels⊠It feels like Iâm suffocating and I donât know how to stop it or make it go away.â Â
 You felt his large hand hold your jaw, and his lips were on yours.Â
 âPlease⊠be my girlfriend,â he mumbled, breathless between kisses.
 You pulled back to look in his eyes. âWhat?â
 âIâve been in love with you since we were kids. Please, please, please be my girlfriend.â
 Your face broke a little bit. âYou have?â
 He nodded, and then his face broke, too. âPlease say yes.â He held your face, looking deep into your eyes. âP-please, baby.â
 âObviously yes,â you smiled, tears so close to spilling from your eyes. âDummy.â
 âI love you,â he cried, kissing you again. âI love you so fucking much.â
 âMingi,â you breathed, for no reason other than to say his name.Â
 He kissed you and cried and you kissed him and cried, and he suddenly remembered what Yunho said. A nice way to show her I really care.Â
 He kissed down your neck, across your chest, on your nipples, over your belly, until his shoulders were between your thighs.
 âW-what are you doing?â You asked, looking down at him a little too innocently.
 âI donât really know,â he sighed, leaning forward and kissing your dewy pussy.
 âA-ah! Mingi!â Your legs instinctively closed around his head, and his big hands gently pried them open again.Â
 âItâs okayâŠâ he breathed, leaning forward again. âIâve got you, baby. Iâm not gonna hurt you.â He sweetly kissed your inner thigh before spreading you with his tongue.
 You whimpered and squirmed, grabbing a fistful of his soft dark hair.Â
 âYou sound so pretty,â he mumbled, kissing your clit, âAnd you taste so goodâŠâ
 His thick, plump lips worked with his velvet tongue to worship your pussy. And it was loud, the room filled with wet sounds and Mingiâs groans, along with the pathetic little moans you were letting out.Â
 You looked down at him. His ears and cheeks were dark red, his eyes closed, the sharp tip of his nose shiny and wet.Â
 âT-that feels really good, Mingââ You were interrupted by your own gasp as his tongue slipped into your entrance.Â
 âYouâre mine nowâŠâ His deep voice sounded gravelly and thick. âYouâre all fucking mineâŠâ
 âMingiâŠâ You whimpered, lacing your fingers through his hair as his lips sweetly sucked your clit. How did you learn how to do this? You wanted to ask.Â
 But he was moaning against you again before the thought could finish. âIâm gonna do this every fuckinâ dayâŠâ He blinked slowly, a string of drool connecting his lips and your pussy. He used his broad shoulders to push your legs open even wider, taking a deep breath before diving back in.Â
 This time, he slipped two fingers inside of you while he worked his tongue. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of you while he passionately used his fingers and tongue.Â
 âIâve dreamed of thisâŠâ He paused to kiss your inner thighs. âWanted this for so long⊠needed to know what you tasted like.â
 âMingiâŠâ You breathed, watching as his pink tongue drew circles around your clit. âI-Iâm gonna cum againâŠâ
 âYes,â he groaned, never coming up for air. âPlease, baby. Come in my mouth. I wanna taste all of it, please⊠wanna lick you clean.â
 Hearing those filthy words come from shy, sweet Mingiâs mouth made your stomach flutter. Your thighs clenched around his head as he gave you the most enthusiastic slurp of the night, the otherwise silent room filled with the sounds of his mouth devouring you.Â
 You moaned so loud when you came that there was no doubt in your mind that your roommates heard. Mingiâs groans of enthusiasm were hardly muted, either.Â
 Your thighs twitched, your body shook and your hips pressed against Mingiâs warm mouth as your orgasm consumed you, and youâd never felt more adored in your life.
 And then he didnât stop.Â
 âMingi!â You cried out, trying to squirm away from his tongue.Â
 But he looped his arm under one of your thighs, keeping you pried open. He used his other hand to spread your pussy, groaning as he licked it again.Â
 âMy girlâŠâ He mumbled, and he seemed to be drunk off the taste of you, talking to himself. âSuch a pretty fuckinâ pussyâŠâÂ
 Your eyes widened and you twitched as his tongue flicked inside of you again. Youâd never seen this side of Mingi before; youâd never seen anything close to this side of Mingi before⊠and you really, really didnât want it to stop. Butâ
 âIâm really sensitive, MingâŠâ
 That seemed to snap him out of his trance a bit. He looked up, moving his body up to sweetly kiss your lips again. âIâm sorry, baby. You j-justâŠâ He sighed, catching his breath. âYou taste so good.â
 You smiled. âI really like it when you call me baby.â
 He kissed your forehead then collapsed on the bed, laying next to you. You rolled onto your side, gently stroking his belly.Â
 âDo you feel good?â He asked softly, his full cheeks blushing. âWas that enough?â
 âEnough?â You laughed in disbelief. âIt was perfect.â You nodded. âPerfect.â
 âIâll always make sure youâre satisfied, okay?â Your boyfriend looked you in the eye, his brow slightly furrowed. âA-and Iâll always make sure youâre taken care of. Iâll make sure your belly is always full and your shoes never get dirty.â
 A kiss on his chin, your face in his neck. âItâs just me, Mingi. Just you and me.â
 âJust usâŠâ He mumbled, âJust like always.â
 You nodded and then sat in silence, touching and being touched. He stroked your thigh with his pinky, his eyes on your lips.Â
 âIn our own little world. Just the two of us.â
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The crushing | joel miller x f!reader, 5.2k
Summary: This is the story of a man who had everything in the palm of his hand and traded it all for an empty space in the hollow of his heart.
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This story follows Joel, two to three years after he cheated on his wife.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, ANGST, cheater!Joel, Joel's POV, this is NOT âThe Fallingâ from Joel's POV, brief mention of smut (p i v) but nothing too graphic (I think), self-loathing, depression, therapy, flashbacks and memories from the past, alcohol consumption, Tommy being a supportive brother (eventually), as always let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Ok, so, Joel gave me a whiplash on this one, he was either staring at me through the screen giving me nothing, or he was mumbling unintelligibly in my ear while I was trying to keep up with him. It started out as a final chapter, but I really think that this part should be Joel's POV and the next and -probably- final one should be the resolving, however that may come. I guess it can be read as a standalone, but if you're interested, it's a sequel to âThe Fallingâ. I edited it seven thousand times because I kept adding things along the way, so I hope it all makes some sense and there are not too many mistakes.. Thank you for taking the time to read anything I write! Love you all! đ„°đ
P.S.: I just wanted to take a moment and let you know that I really appreciate everyone who has read, liked, commented, reblogged and asked about âThe Fallingâ. I honestly didn't think a single soul would take the time to read that kind of story. It means more than you know and I didnât take lightly how close to home this fic hit for some people; yet youâve given it a chance, sharing some of your own experiences with me. I love you all, take care and I'll see you -hopefully- in the comments! đ„čđ«
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...need your reassurance...
...your only focusâŠ
...for the foreseeable future...
He did make it his sole focus. Because of course, he closed the deal, even after he left that damn table like a madman. He still found a way to get what he wanted. That's the man he was. And he wasn't sure if he hated himself for it or not. But self-loathing was a daily occurrence now, so one more reason added to the list was nothing he couldn't handle.
For two years he would wake up every day, is it called waking up if he doesnât sleep at all?, he would work his ass off, he would go home, he would sink into despair and then he would start all over again the next day. A vicious cycle consisting of 730 days in a row. The deafening silence within the walls of the house was excruciating, the loneliness was unbearable. Even the light penetrating through the windows seemed different than when you were there with him, a dullness surrounding every corner of the now barely lived in space.
You. He hadnât seen your face in 730 days. He hadnât smelled your scent or touched your soft skin. He barely listened to your voice anymore, any form of unavoidable communication, you preferred to be conducted by the lawyers, or via text messages, at the most. At the 731st one, he finally knew, something had to change. He couldnât repeat another day, like all the others that came and went. He simply couldnât.
Tommy suggested that therapy might help Joel, a few times, but he refused every one of them. Maria was keeping her distance, her place was delicate, being his brotherâs wife but also his wifeâs best friend. Surprisingly, she was the one who finally got through to him.
âAre you gonna stay a recluse for the rest of your miserable life, then?â Maria wonders, switching her gaze between Joel and the dining room. Everything was untouched, as you left them when you moved out, but the place felt empty, depressing, probably mirroring Joelâs existence.
Joel sighs, closing his eyes briefly. âIâm not a recluse..â, he snarls through his teeth, rolling his eyes at her. He was more than eager to be done with the dinner his sister-in-law insisted on having in his house and be left alone, in his natural state. Alone. Infuriating woman.
âWhat do you call that?â, Maria persists, goddamn lawyer to the bone.
âWhat?!â Joel spits back pissed off, looking at his brother next, for support.
âThat!â she gestures around his body and his surroundings. âThe way you go on for the past two years! Either get over it or do something about it!â, she doesnât hold back, even when Tommy proposes a gentler approach. Yeah, look where it got you, is the paid answer, so Tommy steps back, shaking his head and raising his hands up in surrender.
âYouâve got him on a leash, hm?â, Joel jokes absentmindedly, âCan you breathe alright, Tommy boy?â, earning himself a hard glare from Maria.
âMaybe the wrong Miller is on a leash..â Maria mutters, causing Tommyâs eyes to widen in horror.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â, Joel retorts doing a double back at her.
âMeans that freedom is for those who can bear it.â, Maria throws her napkin on her plate and leaves the room. Joel remains silent, pondering the meaning of her words. It would be a long time before he understood what she meant.
Therapy was hard.
Therapy was hard because he had to do it for himself. He had to concentrate on himself. He thought, being the contractor that he was, that he would walk into the room, get the answers he needed and fix his marriage, just as he rearranged the bricks and the wood and the steel on the construction sites.
But this wasnât about his marriage. His marriage and the way it crumbled down was the aftermath, he came to learn. It was the outcome of insecurities, selfishness, lack of communication, ungratefulness.
He got it all wrong. Everything. Every little thing. He had to rewire his brain and change every point of view he was holding onto. Honesty. Honesty was the key.
âWhy didnât you reach out to your wife after that night?â, his therapist insists.
âI respected her boundaries.â, Joel was quick to respond.
âAnd what were those?â
âShe didnât want to see me.â
âDid she say that?â
âNo-, I mean-, the way she left that night, she didnât say much in general. But she blocked my number, so.â, he shrugs in defence.
âSo, how can you be so sure that she didn't want to see you? Even if you're right, it doesn't mean that she didn't expect a reaction from you, or that you weren't allowed to try, if thatâs what you wanted.â
âWhy would she? I upset her, she needed time to think, work things out.â, Joel explains.
The therapist swipes her fingers over her lips, contemplating her approach. âJoel, you walk into your bedroom, into what is supposed to be a safe place and you see your partner with another person in an intimate moment. How does that make you feel? Just say the first words that come to mind.â, his therapist changes the point of view.
Joel shudders just at the thought of it. You, naked, flushed, lips parted and swollen, skin sweaty, breaths short and pupils blown wide, coming for anyone other than him. It would utterly destroy him. âFurious, pissed, betrayed, heartbroken.. I think I would lose it, if Iâm honest.â he admits instantly, in his haste to throw the abomination of this image from his thoughts.
âI see. But in her case, you think your wife was just upset?â
âNo, of course not.â Joel slightly frowns, shaking his head.
âDo you think she felt all those feelings that you just described to me?â
âI believe so, yes.â, god this is so hard.
âYou believe so?â the therapist pushes, again.
Joelâs nostrils flare from the sharp inhale, âI know so.â
âSo, she wasnât just upset.â the therapist concludes and Joel agrees without meeting her eyes, âNo, she wasnât.â
Over time, Joel came to realize that his choice of words was a subconscious attempt to diminish the seriousness of his actions.
âYou said in a previous session that you gave space to your wife to work things out.â
âYeah, it was only fair.â, Joel confirms.
âSo, it was hard for you to give her that space?â
âYes, of course, I missed her every day.â
âWas that a constant in your relationship?â, the therapist wonders.
âIâm sorry, I donât follow.â
âHow did you work things out as a couple, before? I assume you had difficult times as partners, no?â
âNothing major to be honest, my wife was a very calm and reasonable person. If anything occurred she would talk to me about it.â
âAnd how did you respond to that?â
âUh, I was there to listen, we always found a solution together as a couple.â
âHmhm, so, what changed this time?â
âWhat do you mean?â He knew exactly what she meant.
âWhy didnât you talk to her? Communicate with her? Maybe help her see your side of things, like you did before, find your way out of this together, as partners.â his therapist explains. âAnd even before the infidelity, did you let her know that something was bothering you, that you felt differently?â
"I didn't feel differently about my wife. My feelings for her never changed.", he immediately corrects her. "My love for her was never the problem," he confesses and it's the first time since his therapy began that he's shared something so personal, so private.
âBut there was a problem, something was wrong if you felt the need to be intimate with another woman. So, why did you keep that from her?â
Joel opens his mouth already knowing he does not have an answer. Or that he doesn't want to give one. He shakes his head, raising his brows in a silent admission that he canât answer that. Or he won't. His gaze is fixed on a loose thread on the fabric of the couch, his fingers keep picking on it.
âJoel?â
âI- I donât know what you want me to say, I donât know.â he keeps shaking his head. He canât answer that. He won't.
He was so angry when he left the session that day. He was so angry at you. He was angry at your honesty, your clarity, your courage to have a mind of your own and to speak it freely, knowing full well that probably no one else shared the same opinions as you did. That's what he loved most about you, but now he hated it.
âOwn it, Joel. Own what you have done. At least that way it will be worth something. Otherwise it was all for nothing.â
This was one of the last things you said to him on the phone, while he was trying to persuade you to change your mind about the divorce. You were always so brave about those matters. Matters of the heart, of integrity. He remembers you always talking about things that he found admirable but utopian. Easy in theory, hard in practice.
âI need to be able to sleep at night. I need to own my decisions; not because Iâm always right, far from it, but at least I know Iâm being honest with myself. And that matters.â he recalls one of your late-night talks.
You usually found it easier to share your most vulnerable thoughts once you were thoroughly fucked and satiated. When Joel held you in his arms, your breaths almost shared over the same pillow, your scents and your fluids mixed together.
âWeâre all imperfect beings, flawed; we all feel embarrassed when we fuck up,â you continue, âitâs hard to admit our mistakes to others, I get that. But deep down we always know what weâre doing and why weâre doing it. Admitting it only helps us to be present in our lives.â
âBe present?â, Joel seems fascinated by the way your mind weaves your thoughts together into deeply rooted beliefs.
âYes, my love, there's no greater freedom than to live your life truthfully.â you smile at him, softly. Your sleepy eyes roam his face affectionately. Your fingertips caress his jawline, your thumb pressing lightly against the bare patch of his beard. He can feel your devotion pouring from your fingers and sinking into his skin at that moment.
âThatâs one of my greatest fears, you know. Living my life in ignorance, in a lie.â, you whisper your deepest insecurity against his soft lips. His hold on you tightens as he rolls you onto your back, nestling his hips between your welcoming thighs. You are safe in these arms. His arms. You surrender to him, body and soul. You can feel his growing erection pressing between your folds, already wet from your combined releases. He tenderly brushes his lips against yours and slowly licks his way into your parted mouth, as he intertwines his fingers with yours. He enters you in one fluid, slow thrust, his warm exhale cooling your wet lips. âThen let me give you something real.â
Thinking back to those moments, Joel couldn't reconcile himself to the fact that he was the one who had brought that fear of yours to life. What broke him was that it was not a lie. Your life together had not been a lie. He loved you. In fact, he was burning up for you. He was a man of control, but not with you. Never with you. You consumed his every thought; being around you for too long made his lungs constrict in pain, begging for a deep breath. Sometimes he was worried sick that if he completely let himself love you like he needed to, he would suffocate you. He loved you. And it killed him that his actions suggested otherwise.
But at some point he had to be honest with himself. He was just protecting his ego. He was trying to get the upper hand out of a shitty, compromising situation. He wasn't being thoughtful, he was being selfish. He was biding his time. He thought the longer he left âitâ untouched, the less it would hurt when the inevitable time of confrontation came. He was scared out of his mind that he would lose you forever. No second chances, no redemption, no reconciliation.
No lingering scent on his pillow as your hair pools there, under his chin, as you nestle your face between his neck and shoulder, breathing him in. No laughter through the enormous house, damn, why did he build it so big; you never clarified what the disbelief in your eyes meant when he said he built this house for you, while he pulls you up on your feet for a silly cowboy dance.
No more gentle touches, no more noses brushing together as a silent goodbye in the kitchen before you rush off to work. No more turning around just before you open the door to leave, running to him like a little girl, giving him quick, hungry pecks on the lips while he laughs on your mouth, squeezes your butt cheek and slaps it playfully to say goodbye. Later, baby, he would promise you, his teeth nipping at your earlobe and he could feel your skin crawling with anticipation.
No more I love yous, either breathed, either whispered, either panted, as he makes a home for himself inside your warmth.
When did he fuck you last? He used to have you every day. You craved it every day. You craved him. Why did he stop telling you he loved you every chance he got? When was the last time you said it?
A week before that fateful night, when you touched him longingly, aching for him to touch you back and he told you he had work to do, he wasnât a teenager anymore. Why the hell did he say that? Why did he sit there and watch the light fading from your eyes? I love you, you said with a sigh against his temple and walked out of his office defeated. Why did you say that? Did you know? Did you suspect? Why didnât you fight him? You should have said something, anything, pushed him, punched him in the chest, woken him up. Would he have woken up? Or did he need that to come to his senses? Does he have to fall? Does this falling ever stop? Does he have to let you go? Will you come back to him? Does he deserve you?
Days blurred seamlessly into one another. Joel drifted further and further away from everyone. The house haunted him, all the progress he was making within the therapy walls was dissipating once he stepped inside the cold space of his empty house. Leaving the confines of it was his first thought in the morning, while he hurriedly dressed to go to his office far earlier than necessary and his last when he closed his eyes, as he laid his weary limbs on the couch, chasing still your now long gone scent on its fabric, knowing another sleepless night was his only companion until the first rays of sunlight hit the floor-to-ceiling windows to announce the beginning of another day.
People at work tiptoed around him, not knowing how to act. It was as if he was there, but not really. He was focused solely on the Marks project, mechanically going through board meetings, paperwork and supervising the construction site. He. Just. Wasnât. There.
Joel, will you please sign the papers?
He simply stares at the text message for a good full minute, his thumbs hovering over the screen of his phone. This was one of the rare occasions you had initiated communication with him, always about the progress of the divorce.
No, no, I wonât, the little toddler in him screams, stamping his little feet on the ground.
The papers are not ready.
Joel texts back. He keeps it simple, frightened he might not get an answer back.
Joel, we both know they are. I donât want any of your assets or your money; this is an easy signature, please.
An easy signature? You think he cares about the houses, or the cars, or the money?
You know I canât accept that. The house is yours and so is a good part of the money.
The point was to share this house together, Joel, donât you think us splitting up kind of defeats the purpose? And what on earth makes you think I would ever want to go back in there?
So, thereâs nothing I can do to make this easier for you?
Easier? You think money or property can make up for what youâve done?
Of course not, I wasnât implying anything like that. Just wanna do something for you, anything.
Can you turn back time?
Of course, he can't. So, he doesn't know what to say to that. He just keeps staring at the screen, lost in thought. After 2 minutes another text follows.
?
You know I canât..
Sign the papers. Please.
âIs there anything in particular you want to talk about today, or should I take the lead?â
âActually Iâve been thinking a lot about that night.â, Joel suggests for the first time. He usually lets the therapist decide where to steer the conversation, then simply refuses to elaborate until he feels ready to talk.
âWhat about it?â, he shifts his gaze from the window to the direction of her voice.
âI should probably rephrase that. Iâm always thinking about that night, repeating it in my head again and again and Iâm troubled by something I realized.â
His therapist nods to signal that she's listening.
âWhy did she just leave? The more I think about it, the more it doesnât make sense to me. She just left. No shouting, no breaking things, no attacking either me or-â, her. âWhy she didnât stay? Why she didnât insist that I leave? She was just- so quiet.â
The therapist smiles in recognition of Joel's near breakthrough. They were beginning to get somewhere, his empathy nudging him under the surface.
âI'm really glad you mentioned that, Joel, so I'd like to take you back to that night and try to understand what might have been going through your wife's mind at that moment," she explains.
âSo, she walks into the house, finds her safe space violated by her husband, and she chooses to handle the situation calmly and quietly-â Joel tries to stop her, but she already knows what he's going to ask. âI can't tell you why she chose that path, that's for her to answer, only she knows why.â His therapist continues, âShe is making one request of you and one request only, can you tell me what it is?â
âShe asked me to leave the house.â
âHmhm.â the therapist looks at him expectantly.
âI just wanted to talk to her.â, Joel elaborates, âI thought that if I refused to leave, she would accept to listen to me.â
âSo you forced your needs on her, while she was in a particularly fragile state of mind.â
âI should have made my intentions clearer, you mean?â
âI mean, that maybe you shouldnât have had any expectations in the first place. Why do you think was so important to you, to explain yourself right at that moment?â
âBecause I knew it was probably the last time I would see her for a while, I just wanted to ease her pain, why is that so wrong? Should I be indifferent? Would that be better?â
âDid it ever occur to you that you might be depriving her of her right to choose?â Come on, Joel, break some eggs.
Joel now begins to make connections. He rubs his hand over his face, the realization of what has really happened crushing him. âOh, god, I-â He's been so selfish from the start. He hasn't shown you any respect, not even at this delicate moment. He didn't give you a choice as to whether you wanted to listen to him or not. He didn't even let you choose where you wanted to stay. He just made you leave the house. Did he make you believe he wanted you to leave? That he wanted her to stay? Because he didnât. Fuck. â-I never thought about it like that.â
Fuck.
How could he be so blind? Why was he so blind?
His therapist insisted on it. Because no matter how much progress Joel made over the course of a year, he never revealed the true reason behind his infidelity.
âJoel, weâve talked about a lot of things; youâve tried really hard to make this all about your wife and about understanding what she was feeling and how your actions have affected her, but as I keep reminding youâ, she smiles understandingly, âyouâre the one in therapy, you need to heal your wounds before you even attempt to heal hers. And although it is in fact a really noble thought, thisâ she gestures between them, âcan only work if you do it for yourself. I know it may sound selfish, but I promise you, it is not. It is the exact opposite.â
Fuck.
âYeah?â, his voice hoarse from sleep as he answers the door after the insistent knock at it. Tommy looks at him surprised once he opens it, âYouâre sleeping, already?â. No, he wasnât. He wouldnât call it that. But when he goes almost a week without any proper rest, passing out is the right word for what heâs doing. âYeah, I guess I dosed off..â Joel lies. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI came to see you.â Tommy responds as he squeezes himself through the door to enter the house. âYeah, sure, come on in.â, Joel mutters under his breath. âYou just saw me at work this morning, is everything all right?â
âI just came to check on you.â Tommy confesses uncomfortably.
âYou could have called.â
âWould you have answered?â Tommy deadpans.
Touché.
âTell Maria Iâm fine, Tommy, no need to worry about me; go spend the night where it counts.â, Joel replies in an attempt to push him away, as he walks farther into the house, rounding the kitchen island.
âHey, brother, Iâm here, I am here for you.â Tommyâs eyes narrow in pain and concern as he stares at his sibling's back, following behind him.
Joel exhales hard through his nose, his grip tight as he grabs the edges of the counter, his head lowering between his shoulder blades.
âYou shouldnât, nobody should.â Joel sighs, rubbing the pads of his fingers across his forehead.
âOk, thatâs enough.â Tommy snaps at him. âEnough self-loathing, enough resignation. Enough. Youâve punished yourself enough.â
Joel laughs at that. âIs that right? Is it enough for you? What about her?â he asks, his head turned to the side, looking at his brother over his shoulder.
âWhat?â Tommy is genuinely confused.
Joel turns his back, resting his waist on the edge of the counter, now looking straight at Tommy. âI should have what? Just get on with my life? Let it all be water under the bridge? Disrespect her even more?â
âJesus..â Tommy mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other resting on his hip, his eyes shut in frustration.
âAre you doing this for her? Does she even know that?â
âIt doesnât matter, Tommy!â Joel raises his voice, exasperated. âIâm not doing this for her, Iâm not doing anything for her, apparently and thatâs the problem.â, his voice breaks, the lump in his throat too big to push down. âSheâs not here anymore, Tommy.â heâs standing fully on his feet now, pushing himself away from the counter, leaning slightly forward, like heâs trying to make his brother understand; his eyes are glazed, Tommy had never seen him so devastated before. âSheâs gone. Iâve lost her.â, his palms clenched in fists in front of his chest, resisting the urge to wrap them around his shirt and rip it to shreds, as he wants to do with his heart.
âI thought therapy was working..â Tommy whispers, his eyes dropping to the floor beneath him.
âOh, itâs working, all right!â Joel chuckles in irony, sniffing his nose. âIâm getting a front-row seat, witnessing what a piece of shit I am-â
âHey!â Tommy tries to cut him off.
â-what on earth was she doing with me to begin with, is beyond me.â
âHEY!â Tommy's eyes bulge out of his sockets, angry at his brother's self-deprecating words. Joel bends his waist forward, puts his elbows on the island in front of him and lets his head sink in again.
âOk.â Tommy breathes deeply to ground himself, his hands in a position of a prayer in front of his mouth, âOk, we could both use a drink.â he realizes, as he moves to open the cupboard to grab two tumblers and the whiskey from the shelf with the drinks. â..or five.â
The two brothers drink their first round in silence, both calming their nerves down. Tommy refills their glasses without asking; he knows this is going to be a long night.
âIâm sorry I wasnât there for you.â Tommy begins, pushing Joelâs drink back towards him. Joel wringles his brows in confusion, âWhat are you talking about? Youâre always there for me.â
âNo, I havenât, not really.â Tommy admits, âI let Maria take over when all this happened and Iâm sorry.â
âThere was nothing you could do, Tommy, donât sweat it.â
âLet me say this, please.â Tommy raises his hand, his palm facing his brother. âI was just- fuck, we all knew how much you loved her, how much you loved each other, so when it all went down, I just didnât know how to deal with it. What to say to you, how to comfort you. I didn't know how to deal with you.â
âYou blamed me.â Joel says matter-of-factly.
âNo-â, Tommy weakly refuses but Joel shakes his head dismissively, interrupting him. âItâs ok, Tommy, you should.â
Tommy looks embarrassed, his cheeks slightly pinkish, not only from the whiskey. âItâs just that I- I couldnât reconcile the image of the man you were with her, with.. you know..â, he stutters.
â..the image of a cheater. Say it.â Joel adds.
Tommy shakes his head, like he still can't believe what's happened. âBesides, while she was staying with us those first few weeks I saw how devastated she was, man- she was a shell of a woman, so I was confused, I didnât know how-â
âTommy. Tommy, itâs fine.â Joel feels his skin crawl visualizing you like that in his head, cutting his brother off once again; he deserves every ounce of mistrust and he knows it.
âNo, itâs not.â Tommy insists. âYes, you fucked up. Brother, you really did. You did a number on her-â, Joelâs body tenses instantly at his brotherâs words, his jaw clenching as his eyes darken, moving down to his hands, his grip on the tumbler tightening, his knuckles turning white and Tommy stops abruptly, âshit, sorry, I didnât mean-â, his face twitches with regret.
âItâs the truth. Thatâs exactly what I did.â Joelâs gaze seems detached as if he's somewhere else right now.
âWhat I meant to say, is that I should have been there for you in spite of what has happened. I can see you're suffering, it's taking its toll on you, it has been for some time now; tell me what I can do. How can I help you?â Tommy seems almost desperate, like heâs the one in need of redemption.
Your text flashes through his mind, can you turn back time?, making him smile bitterly.
âCan you turn back time?â Joel's repeating your question and as the words leave his mouth he can feel your presence next to him. That's the most he felt of you for the last three years. He's almost blissful.
âYou know I can't.â Tommy sighs. Joel laughs earnestly, the irony of the moment too good not to appreciate.
âJoel, brother, please, just talk to me. Help me understand. You act like youâre the one whoâs been cheated on. So, what happened? Why did you do it?â Tommy is pleading with him to give him anything.
Silence fills the room for much longer than either of them would like. Joel feels torn between telling his brother everything or keeping his mouth shut. He wants to tell him, he hasnât told a soul, but heâs not sure he can get the words out. Heâs not sure he can bear to hear the words coming out of his mouth. Heâs not sure he can substantiate it, make it real. Because thatâs how it feels. He talks about it and it becomes real.
But maybe this is the right thing to do. Thatâs what needs to be done. He needs to talk about it. He needs to tell the truth and admit the pain heâs caused. Make it real for you, too. Perhaps it is time for him to give you what is rightfully yours. Acknowledgment.
Joelâs made up his mind. Heâs gonna talk to Tommy. He lifts his glass to down his drink for some liquid courage, freezing his hand in mid-air as the next words fall from his brotherâs mouth. âFirst of all, who was it?â
âWhat?â Joel's eyes search Tommyâs through his glass for an explanation.
âWho did you do?â, Tommy clarifies.
Joel feels like heâs been struck by lightning. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âWho did you fuck, Joel?â, Tommy begins to feel confused, are they not on the same page here?
âYou donât know?â, Joel can barely speak now, his voice low in shock.
âNo one does, not even Maria; she never told anyone.â
You told nobody? Not even your best friend? Why on earth would you do that? Did you feel ashamed? Was it just too much to talk about?
But his brain takes pity on him, helping him for once to understand. Heâs connecting the dots while your voice fills the corners of his mind through his memories. His head is swarming with images of you standing in that walk-in closet, remembering what you said the last time he saw you. Youâre the one I married, not her. I expected better from you, Joel, not her.
You were right.
It didnât matter who it was. That is why. He was the one making the choice. He was the one breaking his promises, breaking your trust, breaking your heart; breaking you. He was the one who should have known better. He was the one who should have been honest. Easy in theory, hard in practice.
He feels a fresh wave of pain scattering through his body. He welcomes it. Damn, heâs craving it. Heâs glad you chose to withhold the identity of the woman. Not because somehow itâs making it easier for him to defend himself, on the contrary.
Thereâs no one else to blame. Nobody. Just him. All of the anger, the resentment, the disappointment, all of them on him. He embraces them all. Everything. He will take it all, swallow it down and let it rot inside of him.
Joel tells Tommy everything. Everything, but her name.
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His Kiss, The Riot
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader
Summary: When you and your secret lover make plain to Feyd-Rautha your wishes for a life together, despite the proposed arranged marriage, he surprisingly acquiesces. But he can't let you go so easily, can he? Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.
Word Count: 1.6k
TW: manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha, arranged marriage, NONCON elements, gore, violence, she/her pronouns, female!reader, tragedy, star-crossed lovers, songfic, not quite a happy ending (oops), dark dark dark interpretations of Hadestown and the story of Orpheus and Eurydice.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who read If It's True and liked, reblogged, or commented. I appreciate every single one of you. As always, I would love some feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs if you can :)
This is Part Two to my Feydestown trilogy (I'm so sorry for the pun). You can read Part One here.
AO3
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.
The devil takes this Orpheus
And his belladonna kiss
âSo you wanna get married? Take away the woman I just offered my hand to, to whom I all but have legal claim?â
Your belovedâs replied words of affirmation to his words hold the slightest tremor, but like a dog to fresh meat, Feyd-Rautha sniffs this out immediately. Another smile graces his face. Feyd speaks to the crowd now, âYes, I was promised the Ladyâs hand in marriage. But! I am a benevolent figure, so I guess Iâll let the lovebirds go.â
The crowd starts to give polite applause, while your knees grow weak at the news. You can go? Has love really prevailed on this day?
âHowever,â and with that, your heart drops âI have some conditions for these⊠nuptials.â
You could sense the air growing thick with tension as the reality of the na-Baronâs ruling twists out of your favor.
âConditions?â You whispered.
âOf course, my darling! I canât make this too easy on you, now can I?â Feyd paces back and forth on the steps from which he speaks, making your eyes dart back and forth with each step he takes. Vigilance overtakes your body in case of any rash decisions.
âYou two can leave the city, but it wonât be hand in hand. This pair will have to walk in single file, with the boy in the front and my darling Lady at least thirty paces behind. No ships, no speeders, no running. Walking.â
The energy of the room starts to grow more electric as the points of this term seem to set in.
âThe Lady cannot speak out or make any indication of her following behind. Youâll be faced forward the whole journey. Once you reach the edge of the city and passed the threshold, you can be together for eternity.â
Your breath hitched. Seems easy enough, right?
âBut, if the boy so much as turns his head to check and see if the Lady is following, the deal is off. Sheâll return to me, and we will be married.â
Nothing makes a man so bold
As a womanâs smile and a hand to hold
âIs this a trick?â Your beloved asks plainly.
Feyd tilts his head, pacing down the steps to ground level. âNow, what makes you say that? Iâm being generous. Iâve set my terms.â He is now nose-to-nose with the man attached to you.Â
âNow meet them or face the consequences.â
The hand holding yours is now pooled with sweat. You quickly and subtly jerk the arm of your beloved when he starts to protest, not recognizing a gift when he sees one. You bow, the picture of poise and grace that you were raised to be. There is still time to leave with all of your limbs intact, you could not afford to slip up now.
âWe offer our most sincere gratitude, my Lord na-Baron. Thank you for this most auspicious opportunity. We will not squander it.âÂ
Your beloved gives a clumsy bow to match yours. Feydâs manic smile grows as he clasps his hands together. The sound echoes through the hall.
âSo it shall begin!âÂ
But all alone his blood runs thin
And doubtâdoubt comes in
The pair of you hold hands, side-by-side, at the entrance of the palace gates. A crowd has followed you to the edge, with onlookers from the outside spectating the unexpected appearance of a noble. Occurrences like this did not happen often, if ever.
âYou heard the terms. The Lady must walk thirty steps behind. She must not speak to you.â Your hands reluctantly separate, following the orders you were given. You can feel your heart pounding with each step that you take away from each other.
âSome of my guard will accompany you, to ensure that you comply to the letter.â Four Harkonnen warriors step forward and encase you in a square formation, leaving the love of your life alone and vulnerable. He looks back towards you, fear and doubt creeping into his eyes. You nodded at him, believing that you could succeed in your task. That you would prevail.
âYou may begin.â Feyd voices, and with thatâyou start your journey. Step by step, you walk further through the foliage that immediately surrounds the castle gates and into the city square.
Once you and your beloved reach the horizon, Feyd turns to walk past the crowd and back into the corridor.
Your father, the Duke, bows quickly and offers his gratitude, but is ignored as the younger Harkonnen goes to gather his blade and shield. With a yell, he summons his guards to formation. As Feyd checks the integrity of his weapon, one of the Baronâs advisors tentatively steps towards him.
âMy Lord, perhaps you should consider letting them goââ In the blink of an eye, the man is silenced with a swift slash to the throat. Blood spills through the advisorâs hands as he struggles to put pressure on the opening. His body flops to the floor and Feyd carelessly steps over the writhing body to march forward.
âLetâs go fetch my bride.â
Dangerous this jack of hearts
It had been almost an hour of walking by this point. There had been almost a dozen times where you wanted to give any audible indication to your lover that you were here. A whisper, a whistle, a stomp of your foot. Anything. But now you could see the edge of the city, you could almost taste it.Â
A life with your love was within reach.Â
The guards accompanying you shifted inward, almost boxing you in. You were hopeful, but nerves were creeping in.
This was going well. Too well.
The grand arch signifying the edge of the city was above your lover now. The field that you used to meet at in secret lay just beyond it. Youâre almost there. Just twenty more steps and you could be together, forever.Â
He steps over the threshold, you see his shoulders lift and fall in an exhale. Then, the man you had fallen in love withâ who you wholly believe inâ slowly turns his head to lock eyes with you. A pale figure steps out from behind a pillar accompanying the arch.
The growing smile on your face immediately falls. You call out his name.
Oh no.Â
The na-Baron tsked and shook his head, as if scolding a child. Harkonnen troops flanked the area, giving Feyd-Rautha enough berth to have his fun. The three of you were surrounded, but only one really had the advantage.
âYou were so close!â
Your beloved held out a hand, âWait, wait! I made it over!â He started to back away in fear, unarmed and exhausted from the long walk. Colorful, ripe foliage brushed his legs as he back into your field.
âAh, but she didnât. So, face the consequences.â
Then his blade pierced the man you love.Â
Your ears started to ring, throat working itself raw as you wailed. Tears blurred your vision, you could hear the gurgles of the blood leaving your fiancĂ©âs mouth and the slosh of his newly disemboweled entrails hitting the lush field before you.
With his kiss, the riot starts
His body made a sick thud on the floor, and your body jumped along with it.Â
You ran towards your dead lover, cradling his face and sobbing for the soul that was just ripped away from you. He didnât deserve such a violent end. His only crime was loving you and being loved in return.
A chuckle sounded from above you, and you turned your tear-stained face to the brutal Harkonnen. He was covered in the blood of your lover, his spoils of war staining his pale skin. Black teeth on full display, his shoulders gave a slight shake as he expressed his humor. His laughter sparked a rage in you like youâd never seen before. It didnât matter what bonds you may or may not have formed over the conversations you had the last week. Heâs a monster. He needs to pay for what heâs done.Â
Red flooded your vision.
With a roar, you lunged for the man. His laugh grew more manic as you smacked, punched, kicked, and hit every visible part of him that you could identify. In your grief, every ounce of training that you received flew out the window. He took every blow with a smile, as if he enjoyed the punishment you were attempting to bestow on him.
âThere we go, my darling. Show me your pain. Your rage!â
Your mind started to clear with the more hits you landed. With a quick swipe, you had the weapon that killed your beloved against the naBaronâs neck. The Harkonnen soldiers immediately stepped forward, but Feyd stopped them with a wave of his arm.
âAh ah ah! Leave her be.â His grin almost split his face in half, specks of dried blood making a painting of his face.Â
âDo it. Go ahead, come on.â
He pressed his neck forward, purposefully putting pressure on his own blade. Fresh blood started to trickle down his neck, adding to the gallons already spread all over his uniform.Â
The shock of his willingness to put his life on the line made you hesitate, which made him cackle in your face. Your anger made you draw the blade back and slice it across his chest. A groan left Feydâs mouth,Â
âGood girl.â
An unexpected thunk to the head made your vision start to spin. Feydâs arms braced around you, slowly lowering you to your knees and down to a lying position. He cradled your head as if you were a precious commodity, when he leaned forward and captured your limp lips with his.Â
As black started swallowing your vision, you heard him say,
âDonât worry, my darling bride. Itâll all be alright. You wonât feel a thing.â
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ă Camera Shy ă
â«: Automatic, Red Velvet // Movie Star, CIX // Color Me, JUNNY // Kitty Cat, KISS OF LIFE
âYouâve always tried to live an honest and responsible life; never spending money on anything ridiculous, scoffing at the things other people would be so willing to drop their paycheck on. But when life gets hard, youâre bound to give into your guilty pleasures, right?â
camboy!Beomgyu x fem!reader
Genre: f2l, smut, pw/minimal plotÂ
Word count: 14.4K (thereâs like three different smut scenes here)
Warnings: gyu has a thing for glasses idk donât question me, (mc wears glasses, not necessarily prescription), gyu is lowkey manipulative if u squint, slight possessiveness on his part? nothing toxic (i think), alcohol consumption, gyu has a tattoo..Â
smut warnings: gyu is a bit of a perv! mean dom!Beomgyu, sub!mc, masturbation (f&m), filmed sex, (consensual), dirty talk, degrading, use of toys (f&m rec.), exhibitionism, voyeurism technically, bit of a voice/hand kink? slight humiliation kink, mentions of safe words & subspace, mentions of squirting lmao, manhandling, spanking, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, marking, dry humping, handcuffing, biting, unprotected sex, dumbification, dacryphilia, creampie (lmk if i should add anything!)
Notes: lemme tell you. i wrote abt the tattoo before i stumbled upon that pic, when i tell you i was just ??? barely proof-read heehee. the thought of this au hit me like a that-so-raven vision, and I literally spent the whole day making sure I could finish this. enjoy bc i love camboy aus sm. (oh and pls, do me a favor and reblogâ i have an ominous feeling about whatâll happen to this fic once i post it.)
Beomgyu has always found the idea of his work a bit ridiculous.Â
Day by day, heâs a normal college studentâ he spends his early mornings in classes, taking all the morning slots everyone was always reluctant to enroll in before he went off to work; he was known as that cute server amongst the women that visited the restaurant he worked at, able to upsell and gain tips with ease as he quickly became a favorite amongst his coworkers.
He liked the attentionâ of course he did, he needed to in order to thrive in the field of his actual job, his hours at the restaurant nothing but a side hustle compared to the hundreds he could make of a single stream.
Those hundreds could always breach into the thousandsâ but those were on especially good days, like his annual Valentineâs Day stream he always held for his lonely, single viewers.Â
Beomgyu was quite the sweet talkerâ he got the practice from his day-to-day shifts, watching girls his age and older fawn at his words and flutter their eyes playfully. It was clear they enjoyed the attention just as much as he did, a cute smile on his face as he faked a shy laugh whenever they would compliment him.
Your hair looks really nice today. You smell amazing. Do you work out? You have a really nice voice.Â
He got that last compliment a lot.
âDo I?â he would purr, a sultry smile crawling on his face each time, like a practiced action as he would tilt his head teasinglyâ the reaction would be positive each time, without fail, and he would always end up with a collection of napkins with scrawled phone numbers every time he would clock outâ his coworkers would poke fun at him every time they watched him dump them all out apathetically.Â
You werenât into that one person? Dude, the lady at table seven was so fucking hot.
Beomgyu never really paid mind to their teasingâ he could care less for the men and women that tried to butter him up during his shifts, forced to act as though their shameless flirting didnât make his stomach twist unpleasantlyâ instead, he would be forced to smile, laughing sheepishly before he would slip away with one last comment.Â
âIâm flattered, reallyâ but, I have someone Iâm interested in.âÂ
That someone was youâ the pretty girl that sat across from him during his ten am lecture, finding himself spacing out every time and staring off into your direction; though you never seemed to notice, much too caught up in taking notes as he watched the way your brows would furrow, biting at your lip and adjusting your glasses as you remained focusedâ whether those glasses were for reading, blue light, prescription, or even decoration, he didnât careâ all he cared about was how unnecessarily attractive you looked in them.Â
He thought about you more than he liked to admitâ it was frustrating at first, his thoughts starting as nothing more than puppy love to something worseâ it was only after you piqued his interest that he began streaming more.Â
This was both a good and bad thing; good because, well, he began to climb the ranks of popularity and earn more, but bad because he would find himself thinking of you. Each. And every. Time.Â
âWish I could fuck you,â he would sigh out, his comments going too fast for him to keep up with as his eyes fluttered shut; leaning back against his headboard, he shifts, making sure everything but his lips remain out of frame before heâs back to closing his eyes, âwould you let me make you feel good? God, Iâd do anything just to feel you, taste youâŠâ
As far as his audience knows, heâs speaking to themâ the comments grow wild and tips flood in, all asking him to stop being a tease as they watch the way he palms himself through his sweatpants; grabbing at his length, stroking it slowly as he lets his imagination run wild.Â
Heâs not wearing boxers; Beomgyu knows it drives his viewers mad, able to see as a wet spot begins to form on the light material, his tip leaking furiously as his other hand tugs the hem of his sweater over his chestâ his vision is hazy as he reads the requests, laughing softly as he allows his fingers to trace along his chest absentmindedlyâ tracing over the muscle of his abdomen, circling his nipples slowly as he reads a comment under his breath.
Stop teasing and hurry up already !! >///<
The comment has him rolling his eyesâ yet his usual tippers begin to request the same thing, and his hand is slowly tugging at the tied strings of his pants as he smiles, mocking and mean as he bites his lip.Â
âHurry up? You want to command me while youâre over here throwing money at me like a whore? All just to watch me fuck myself, dreaming that it could be you?â
The comments start speeding up; itâs all a blur to him, but the sound of money coming in is enough to tell him that his usual audience is active again.
âPathetic,â he sighs, his voice deep and grumbly as he reads over the requests that come in with the money: yes, i wish it were me there⊠please, can we see your cock?
âDesperate little sluts,â Beomgyu hums, tugging his waistband down and allowing his cock to spring up; it smacks against his stomach, and though the people in his comments attempt to regain his attention with dirty words and useless requests, he knows itâs all because of youâ guiltily, he finds his thoughts straying the moment his hand wraps around his cock.Â
His streams have a certain formula to them; the more money, the better the show. Which is exactly why he ends up kneeling in front of the camera, fucking his cock into a clear flashlight as he listens to the sounds of tips coming in left and rightâ but his eyes remained shut, spilling enough filth to have his audience satisfied as he allows to let his imagination run wild.Â
In every stream, he cums to the thought of you; he has to bite his lip to not moan out your name like a pathetic bitch in heat, flooding his fleshlight with cum and continuing to fuck into it until his next orgasm.
In every stream, he finds himself thinking the same thought at least onceâ do you watch his streams?
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The concept of camboys is ridiculous to you.
Why in the world would you spend all your money and emotions on a single person, when you can just go on Twitter and find the next best account that has yet to be suspended? Well, itâs not as though you find the idea of sex work appalling, but you donât think youâd ever feel good about yourself spending a hard-earned paycheck because you were horny.Â
Youâre not stupid; you know sex workers make bank, and you know that there are people in the world that love emptying out their bank accounts to such workers; whether itâs due to a kink or to feed into their parasocial relationship, youâre not sure.Â
You find that a good session on Twitter and your fingers usually does the trickâ maybe a toy or two, if you find yourself feeling that needy.Â
Todayâs session quickly becomes both disappointing and humbling; every account you try to look for has either been suspended or deleted, and every video you come across is something thatâs not to your taste or something youâve seen many, many times.Â
You feel weak as you come across the same account again; guiltypleasuresâ and heâs damn right, because youâre unable to resist the urge to click on his icon, feeling your thighs rub together with impatience as you sit back in bedâ scrolling through, youâre surprised to see that heâs posted another videoâ without a second thought, youâre watching it.Â
âFucking pathetic,â he sighs out, the familiar growled phrase making you gulp; you never found yourself to be too attracted to men who are extremely dominating and mean, but the man on your screen is somehow able to make it work as you find yourself getting wetter, âare you touching yourself right now? Donât you wish I was there with you?â
And shit, you think you know why heâs able to make you come back to him every time, even if heâs posted nothing new and youâre forced to rewatch old videos most of the time; maybe itâs because of his hands, delicate and thin as they wrap around his favorite pocket pussy, or maybe itâs the way he slowly fucks into the said toy; stretching it out, his tip poking out and oozing enough cum that you can hear the wet squelching sounds that come from every thrust.
Or maybe, itâs his voice, deep and breathy and addicting as he mumbles out filthy things like itâs the only thing he knew how to do; his lips are red and swollen as he groans, hissing through his teeth as you watch the way his hands tighten around his toy.Â
âShit, Iâd fuck you so good,â he sighs out, hips rutting into the toy in his hands as he laughs; his head tilts, and though youâre only able to see his lips, you know his eyes are teasing as he looks into the camera, âfuck you so that youâd never want anyone else but me.â
His thrusts are picking upâ you didnât even realize the moment you began touching yourself, embarrassing whimpers and breaths falling from your lips as you keep your eyes honed in on his motions; youâre close, so close, your ministration speeding up as you fight to keep your eyes open.Â
âYouâd be my good little cumdump, just for me to useâ right?â
The video ends shortly after.
God damn it! your mind screams, the sudden cut-off catching you so off guard that you completely ruined your orgasm; you feel insanely embarrassed by how frustrated you feel, not realizing how short the clip he posted was until now. Clicking away, you feel as though your mood is ruined as you read the contents of his tweet.Â
A small clip from the stream. Watch the rest here: https://âŠ..
Shit. Of course he would be a camboy. How did you not realize this sooner?
Honestly, if you sounded like that, you would be one tooâ and frustratingly enough, the brief cutoff is a damn good marketing strategy, because after a moment of thought, youâre clicking on the link.
You could just rewatch the videoâ you could also just go rewatch his previous videos, or even use your imagination to help you finishâ but the idea of doing so is much more unpleasant than usual. (And humiliating, because youâve found with horror that youâve begun to memorize how his previous, equally as short, clips go.)
Your resolve begins to weaken the moment you click on his pageâ because of course, everything costs moneyâ It costs to see his previous streams, costs to message him, and costs to get a fucking membership.Â
Who is paying for all this?!
You, apparentlyâ because after some serious, slightly horny-impaired thought, you decide that getting a low-tier membership wouldnât be too bad, right?
The cost is monthly (because of course it is, this website seems to want to charge you for just looking at his page) and you wince slightly as you watch your transaction go through.Â
Once you see the notification of your purchase pop up on your phone, you feel dreadfully sobered.Â
Because shit, being a low-tier subscriber only gets you a part of his most recent streamsâ about less than half of it, you noticeâ only able to get full access to streams prior to this month. Itâs enough for now, but you canât help but feel as though youâve become the very thing youâve despised as you lay back in your bed, staring at your ceiling for a moment before youâre sighing.
Youâre still horny.Â
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You think you can get behind the whole camboy thing. One may say youâve been swayed, and quite honestly, you donât think you could dispel such claims at this point.
Because itâs been a few months, and youâve managed to stay through the whole thing. Youâre surprised that youâve begun to keep his streaming times in mind as you go about your day, ending your study sessions early or wondering if youâll get home from work in time to watch his streams.Â
You always do. Maybe itâs a deity above making sure you get your moneyâs worth, or maybe itâs the fact that guiltypleasures is a human too, with a normal life and better shit to do than sit in front of a camera and jerk off all day.Â
The idea of following in his footsteps has crossed your mind more often than you expected; anything would be better than being a hostess at this god-awful job you have, forced to sit through the way people take out their anger on you and proceed to flirt with the serversâ one of those servers being Beomgyu.
You were able to realize how popular Beomgyu was after your second shiftâ it didnât take a genius to figure out why as you were left to deal with the way women of your age and older (mostly older. So many older women.) would creep up to you shyly, putting up a front of innocence as they asked you is Beomgyu here today? Could we sit in his area, please?
Seeing him rack up tips after a busy shift is always enough to have you wondering if you should switch to being a serverâ but then you see the way the women are treated, your stomach flipping in disgust at the way men leer and comment at themâ youâve even seen Beomgyu get cursed at plenty of times as well, shivering at the jealous partners and the way theyâve been blacklisted for threatening him.Â
Tonight is one of those nights. Youâve clocked out, shrugging on your jacket and gathering your belongings when you see Beomgyu storm in through the employee entrance; you donât think youâve ever seen him angry, but the sight has your eyes widening as you watch the way he frowns at his uniform, cursing angrily under his breath as he approaches the break table you stand by.Â
âFuck,â he hisses, low and breathy and mean as he continues complaining, berating the customer that had the audacity to throw their drink at himâ but you, in your very depraved state, remain stuck on the way he sounds, his voice far too attractive for a person who is spouting out filth.
This feels familiar.Â
âHey, you okay?â you ask softly, feeling awkward as you mentally slap yourself for your train of thought; it seems as though Beomgyu hadnât even realized you were there, his head snapping up as he stares at you like a deer caught in headlightsâ his mood is immediately shifting as he sends you a sweet smile, acting as though his clothes arenât soaked as he waves you off causally.Â
âYeah. Just some ridiculous customers,â he says, laughing softly as he grabs at a pile of napkins on the table; you wince as you watch him scrub roughly at the stains, unable to stop yourself as you jump to his aide.Â
âHere, youâll only get the stains in deeper if you do that,â you say, taking the napkin from his hands as you begin to dab at his uniform without much thought; youâre much closer than you should be to someone youâve never really talked to, but you donât seem to realize it as Beomgyu practically forgets to breathe from your proximity.Â
Shit, how did he find himself in this situation? He might as well go back out and thank the jealous, âtough guyâ boyfriend that threw his drink at Beomgyu, because he feels as though every guilty fantasy is coming back to mind as he takes in your concentrated expression, your hand placed firmly on his chest for support as the other dabs at the stains in his uniform.Â
You smell so good. Even though youâve been in the restaurant just as long as him and have been around food this whole time, heâs still able to pick up on your scent with every shaky breath he takes.Â
Youâre wearing your glasses, too.
Beomgyuâs mind is wandering off to dangerous places; he knows he needs to get himself under control, because the danger of him popping a boner just from how close you are is a higher probability than heâd like to admit. It seems as though youâre snapping out of your trance the moment he clears his throat, your face growing hot and slightly horrified as you jump back; Beomgyu canât help the smile that tugs at his lips at the sight, finding your embarrassment oddly endearing.Â
âSorry, got carried away,â you say, smiling shakily as you take in the way Beomgyu practically beams at youâ always a sweet, nice guy, waving you off without a problem as he laughs softly.
âNo, it seems to have helped,â he says, and you canât help but notice how oddly charismatic he is even now, during this mundane interaction that has you stuttering over your words stupidlyâ but to be fair, how are you supposed to give him advice on how to get the stains out when heâs looking at you with the cutest god damn puppy eyes youâve ever seen, his brown eyes round and sparkly as he listens intently to every word you say?Â
âI wouldnât have thought to do that,â he smiles, his cheeks puffing up cutely and oh, is it weird that you want to coo at how cute he is and pinch his cheeksâŠ?Â
Definitely weird, you decide, letting out a soft laugh as he tells you that heâll try it as soon as he gets home.Â
âSpeaking of which, Iâll let you go; you probably donât want to be here longer than necessary,â Beomgyu is so kind and considerate even as you tell him itâs fine and that you didnât have any plans after work anyway.Â
âIâll let you get back to work,â you canât help the soft laugh that escapes you as Beomgyu asks you to wish him luck, the smile he sports coy as you follow his command without any hesitationâ you take this as your chance to leave before things get awkward, but a part of you itches to go back and talk to him more.Â
Beomgyuâs good, you realize as youâre exiting the building, a bewildered laugh escaping you as you realize that he managed to charm you just from that short interaction.Â
You get why heâs so popular.Â
»»»
Any plans to go to bed early and rest are immediately thrown out the minute your phone buzzes beside you.Â
You were just about to put your laptop awayâ just on the verge of falling asleep, until your eyes reluctantly drifted to read the words that take over your screenâ itâs a Twitter notification, the username making your eyes widen as youâre scrambling to unlock your phone and read the rest.Â
guiltypleasures
had a shitty shift today, let me take it out on you? https://âŠâŠ.
Oh. oh, oh lord⊠you can feel the exhaustion lifted off in an instant; suddenly, youâre wide awake, eyes widening as you quickly copy the link of his tweet into your browserâ while your mind scolds you for trying to stay up and possibly ruining your sleep schedule, the other, much more sinister part of it tells you that youâre paying for a reason.Â
The stream starts in five minutes.Â
While you wait anxiously in your room, your hands swiftly going to your nightstand to take out some toysâ your trusty vibrator and a dildo you recently bought, all because of himâ Beomgyu paces around his setup, gathering his own toys and changing into something that the viewers might like; today's ensemble is a bit more bothersome than usual, but he knows how much his viewers like when he dresses up and role plays a bit with them.Â
He was tired; today's shift took a toll on him, and heâd rather be fast asleep than putting on a streamâ but after looking at today's earnings, he couldnât help but feel unsatisfied with it all, deciding on impulse that he would put on a stream to make up for his lack of tipsâ instead, heâll earn tips in another way.Â
âHey,â he starts quietly, sitting back in his seat as he takes a glance at his monitor, making sure his face is out of frame. The viewer count rises and comments flood in no time, all of them freaking out about how good he looks in the suit he wears; the all-black ensemble feels stifling to him, but he knows taking it off will be worth it in the end.Â
Bad day today? Let us make you feel better :(Â
His top tippers are all begging for his attention, desperate and needy as always as they beg for him to get startedâ but he feels a lot more sluggish than usual, his gloved hands caressing his thighs slowly as he reads the comments out loud.Â
âYeah, todayâs shift wasnât that great,â he speaks, his voice deep and sultry as he allows a moment to pass, reading all the comments that beg for him to use them, âI only thought about you though. Just wanted to see you.â
There he goes againâ heâs no longer talking to his audience, but to you instead, closing his eyes and imagining a world where youâre in front of him, or even on the other side of this screen, one of the many faces that lusts over the way his cock begins to harden, the bulge becoming much more apparent as he lets his mind wander.
Unbeknownst to him, you are on the other side of your screen; a shy and flustered mess as you shift in your bed, watching the comments fly by as you wonder if you should join inâ not that you could, anyway, your low-tier subscription excluding you from doing such things, as ridiculous as it is.Â
Youâre practically devouring the man on your screen with your eyes; taking in the way heâs dressed, his pretty hands covered with leather gloves as he runs them slowly over his black trousers; stopping as they run back to his hips, a hand beginning to palm at his bulge as he spreads his legs a little wider in his chairâ today's setup is a bit different, along with his attitude as he seems to sweet talk the audience more than usual.Â
âSeeing you is the only good part of my day,â he sighed, his free hand trailing up his chest before it stops at his tieâ heâs tugging at it, loosening it and allowing it to hang around his neck as he continues, âCanât stop thinking about how much I want you, how Iâd fuck you until all you can remember is my name.â
The offer is tempting; you groan a little as you watch him begin to slide off his blazer, throwing it to the side before heâs unbuttoning his white shirtâ heâs making quick work to become undressed, you notice, untucking the material and undoing his belt as the sounds of it jingling ring out in the room.Â
Yet, no one knows his nameâ no one knows anything about him, except the tattoo that runs across his side as he slides off his shirt, the sharp, elegant lines running all along his ribs, trailing down to his hip bones and disappearing under his pantsâ the rest of him remaining a mystery as youâre left to lust over a nameless, faceless stranger.Â
Thatâs probably where the appeal comes from; youâre able to imagine anything about him, from what his face looks like to what he may do when the cameras are off; youâre free to mold him into the perfect fantasy, using him and projecting onto him as you watch him slowly unzip his pants, a hand slipping under as he begins to jerk himself off teasingly, slow as always as he waits for the requests to come inâ like clockwork, your eyes fall to the end of his tattoo, taking in the cute heart that rests by his hip bone, the ending of the elaborate piece that always has you wondering what itâd be like to see in person.Â
âHmm? You want more?â he says, tilting his head slightly as he smiles; itâs mocking as always, biting into his lip as he begins to roll his hips into his handâ making a show out of it, throwing his head back and letting out a breathy moan that has you shivering.
âHow about you show me just how much you want it,â he sighs out, smiling evilly as tips begin to come in left and right as a response; you find the way heâs able to manipulate the audience impressive, always able to get them to blow their money on him without hesitation.Â
He leans forward, towards the screen, and youâre able to admire his lips as he reads the comments, mouthing them as the lights cast a glow on his pretty, pouty mouth, his neck tempting and begging to be marked as you watch the way he displays it so teasingly.Â
âGood girl,â he laughs softly, your eyes flickering to the comment section for a moment; his top tipper has spent an egregious amount on him yet again, and you listen to the way he softly begins to fulfill her request, the rest of the audience momentarily disappearing as he begins to speak to her.Â
âAlways such an obedient thing for me, hmm? Tell me, what do you want to see?âÂ
His manipulation is seamless as he watches another tip flood in; all from the same person, the amount doubled in order to get his attention past all the others that blow a measly twenty on him, nothing compared to the three hundred that is highlighted in gold, the comment momentarily pinned for the man to read it.
I want you to fuck your favorite fleshlight and use a vibrator while you think of me. Can you moan my name please? Itâsâ
Her comment has your eyes widening for a second; itâs bold and demanding, and the idea of requesting such a thing from the camboy in front of you is daunting as you read her request over and overâ your face feels hot and youâre already taking off your sweatpants from how needy you are, wondering if the man on your screen will accept such a request.
The first two are nothing to himâ in fact, itâs more on the tamer side as he already finds himself reaching for the aforementioned toys.Â
The problem lies in the last request.Â
Heâs not one to moan names on a live stream; he usually saves it for personal requests he gets, the videos much more personal and calculated as he gets to take his time with themâ so for his top tipper to request such a thing on his livestream is a bit more difficult; especially when he spends this time thinking of you.Â
But then again, itâs three hundred dollars.Â
âOkay then, is that what you want? Hmm?â he teases softly, purring out her name at the end as he watches the way she tips him again; it has him laughing in amusement, sitting back in his chair before heâs crossing his arms over his chest, singing out her name with a soft lilt as he watches the way she continues to pour money at him like itâs nothing.Â
Soon enough, more requests come in; all with the same amount and request, hoping that theyâll be able to hear their names fall from his lips as he slowly begins to tug down his pants, raising his hips as heâs left in nothing but his underwear, the briefs straining painfully as his cock twitches, begging to be free.Â
âOne at a time,â he murmurs sweetly, patronizing as he mumbles that itâs her turn now, watching the way she seems to react with every purr of her name.Â
The sudden trend of requests makes his stream slightly difficult; heâs always found himself to be a lot more into them when heâs mentally moaning out your name, lips ghosting over the syllables every time heâs coming undone. Instead, heâs forced to moan out the name of a stranger as he begins to palm himself slowly, even though his mind thinks back to you and the small interaction you had today.Â
He feels his cock twitch at the mere thought. Itâs painfully hard and wonât stop leaking as he takes it out, not needing to use any lubricant as he begins stroking it slowly, hips jumping at the feeling of the leather against his skinâ and though his lips moan anotherâs name, his eyes remain closed, thinking about you.Â
You and your meek personality, always letting guests take out their anger on you before theyâre turning around and sucking up to Beomgyuâ heâs always had to resist the urge to fuck them up as a response, knowing that you think no one else notices your sullied mood and your crestfallen gaze every time they seem to get away with it.Â
Heâs never free to comfort you. Youâre both far too busy to be around each other for longer than a few minutes, and today was like a blessing as he caught you at just the right timeâ he would have stayed the rest of his shift back there talking to you, if only he hadnât been playing the part of a sweet, considerate guy.Â
He thinks back to how you felt against him. How, even though your actions were innocent and you were much more focused on taking out the stain of his uniform, he still felt the warmth of your hand against his chest, delicate and smaller than his as you leaned in close enough to allow himself to get a whiff of your sweet scent.
And those glasses.Â
He never thought he would find himself hung up on such an item, but the way they make your eyes look big and sparkly is practically enough to make him cum on the spot. Instead, he grabs a hold of his newest fleshlight, soft and tight, just how he imagines you would be.Â
Itâs perverted, but as he slides his cock into the tight sleeve, groaning slightly at how heâs barely able to push through, he imagines that itâs you. His mind begins to wonder what it would be like if you were above him right now, your thighs encasing his and your pussy leaking onto his cock as he fucked into you without abandon.Â
As he turns on his vibrator, running it along his balls and letting out pathetic moans, he imagines what it would be like to use it on you while he fucked you, imagining the way your tits would bounce and your eyes would squeeze shut as he made you cum until you were unable to hold yourself up.Â
On the other side of the screen, you imagine the same thing. Your legs are shaking and youâre fighting to keep your eyes open as you follow the pace heâs set, pressing your vibrator firmly against your clit and letting out weak whimpers at the sensation. You try to ignore the way he calls out the same name over and over, wondering instead what it would be like to hear your name from his lipsâ the sound is ringing throughout your mind the moment you imagine it, burying your face into your pillow as you increase the intensity of your toy.Â
âLet me fill you up, want you dripping with my cum,â he growls out, the sloppy sounds of his thrusts only spurring you on as your thighs close around your hand, hips grinding into your dildo as you sink your teeth into your lip ruthlesslyâ itâs almost enough to draw blood as you watch the way he cums into his toy, hips continuing to rut into the it even long after heâs come, a white ring forming at the base as he turns the vibrator off from the overstimulation.Â
â_â Shit,â Beomgyu almost slipped up for a second, proceeding to moan out his requested name repeatedly as a distraction.Â
And you know youâre imagining it, but youâre briefly coming undone after that, your pussy tightening against your dildo and your legs shaking as you run your vibrator along your clit, imagining that itâs him inside you, that heâs currently spilling his load in your cuntâ your mind swearing that you almost heard your name slip from his lips for a secondâ and it isnât until you recover from your orgasm, the sound of another name leaving his lips repeatedly making you come to, that you realize it was your brain playing trick on you to help you get off.Â
But you werenât imagining things.Â
Beomgyu hopes his audience didnât pick up on his small mistake, but heâs relieved to see that theyâre none the wiser as they continue to request to hear their name next.
âLetâs seeâŠâ he says, and youâre barely able to keep your eyes open as you watch the way he leans towards the camera again, reading requests off the monitor as he grinds his hips into his toy absentmindedly throughout it.
Heïżœïżœïżœs barely getting started.
In turn, so are you.Â
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Beomgyu is the sweetest guy youâve ever met.Â
After your brief conversation at the restaurant, you quickly found yourself talking to him more often.Â
It turned into him sitting next to you during the one class you shared, your friendship growing stronger day by day as you got to know him better.Â
He acts like a puppy; heâs so sweet and kind, his voice soft and endearing every time he spoke to youâ and, like a stark contrast to the flirty and outgoing guy you saw during your shifts at the restaurant, he was very shy, ever the gentleman as he always treated you with nothing but kindness.Â
âGood morning,â Beomgyu hums, sitting in the seat next to yours before heâs placing down a cup of coffee, âI got this for you. I already finished mine, but I thought you might like some too.â
Sweet gestures like these were common with him; despite your insistence that he really didnât need to, he always did it anyway, ever the charming man as he sent you a cute smile that would have you unable to say no.Â
âHey, I heard youâre friends with Yeonjun?â you ask, reluctantly accepting the drink after he insisted that you didnât need to feel bad; your lips are curving into a small smile as you take a drink, stomach flipping at the realization that it was your usual orderâ youâre surprised he was able to remember it after the first time you got coffee together.Â
Beomgyu nods in confirmation. Youâre a bit surprised by his answer, unable to see the two be friends due to their contrasting personalities. You can tell that heâs curious as to why youâre asking as he pouts slightlyâ a habit he always does when heâs confusedâ and youâre quick to swallow down your drink and give him context.
âHeâs having a party this weekend. I was wondering if youâre going?â you say, and Beomgyu feels his stomach drop slightly; not because you were goingâ well, not entirely, at leastâ but because if you were going, youâd definitely end up seeing a different side of him. And after seeing how fond you are of his puppy-like behavior, he dreads seeing your reaction to a much more reckless side of him.
âI⊠think so,â he says sheepishly, wondering what kind of excuse he should make to not goâ but he pauses, seeing the way you pout at him, grabbing his arm desperately as you lean into him as you plead.
âYou should goâ pleeeasee? Yeonjunâs parties are super over the top and he always invites hella people, I donât wanna be there alone.âÂ
You have this man wrapped around your finger; with one look at your face, your gaze sweet and pleading as you cutely pout at him expectantly, he finds himself agreeing, unable to fight back a smile as he watches the way you cheer triumphantly, quieting down the moment the lecture starts.Â
Beomgyu will definitely have to be careful this weekendâ but seeing you will be worth it, even if heâs risking the chance of potentially changing the way youâll view him forever.Â
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You have yet to see Beomgyu.Â
The party started hours ago, yet youâve only been present for a few as youâve already both greeted and lost Yeonjun, forced to mingle with people you barely know as you all hang out in his backyardâ because lord knows how packed and stuffy the place wouldâve been if he held it inside.Â
You currently find yourself playing cup pong, teaming with the girl in your communications class as you go against two strangersâ Yunjin is much friendlier and outgoing when sheâs drunk, cheering you on and yelling triumphantly with every ball you get inâ youâve barely had anything to drink as a result, and Yunjin is eager to fix that as she hands you a small shot cup; youâre hesitant at first, only accepting it after she explains that it isnât strong at all, the soju mixed in with other things as she tells you youâll barely feel it.Â
Itâs not that youâre a lightweight that would get drunk off one shot, but youâd rather not get shit-faced when you have yet to find Beomgyu; your eyes scan over the place once more after you take the shot, Yunjinâs cheers falling deaf onto your ears as you allow the team in front of you have their turn.Â
âDrinking already?â
Beomgyu has snuck up on you successfullyâ youâre flinching in surprise as you feel his hand fall gently on the small of your back, leaning in close so heâs properly able to speak to you over the music.Â
Beomgyu feels as though looking at you is a sin; heâs forcing himself to keep his eyes off you, listening to the way you ramble into his ear about how happy you are to see him, your head tilting back and exposing the column of your neck to him to get him to hear you.Â
âYouâre not wearing your glasses,â he comments, oddly hung up on it as he watches the way your smile only widens.
âYeah, didnât feel like it,â you say lightheartedly, leaning back against Beomgyu and finding comfort in the position that allows the two of you to speak over the booming music.
Unbeknownst to you, he takes this moment to drink in your appearance. The white, oversized button-up you wear is left completely open as it drapes over your figure, the light blue denim shorts entirely too tempting as they ride up your thighs, much too short to even cover you properlyâ but of course, thatâs the look you were going for, leaving your bottoms unbuttoned and folded down as you allow your bikini to peek throughâ the color is flattering on your skin, and Beomgyu wonders if heâll be strong enough to resist you, eyes flickering over to the pool thatâs filled with plenty of people as a distraction.Â
âYou wanna go in?â you ask, and Beomgyu realizes youâve followed his line of sight, shaking his head quickly in response. You laugh, turning around briefly as you listen to the sounds of Yunjin telling you that you have to drinkâ you freely down the shot in the plastic cup this time, much more at ease now that Beomgyu is aroundâ and turn back to him, pulling at his shirt slightly as you take in his attire.
âCome on, youâre definitely dressed for the part!âÂ
And that much was trueâ though he realized halfway through his drive here that doing so would not be a good idea, especially if he wanted to keep up this cute, innocent act of his.
âItâs too full right now,â he says, his excuse valid as you study the pool for a momentâ only to agree, turning back to the game as you tell Beomgyu to cheer for you with a cheeky smile.Â
It doesnât take much longer for you to get tipsyâ all because you made the mistake of trusting Yunjin to play properly during her turn, missing entirely and proceeding to get the two of you obliterated after she went against one of the guys on the opposite team (Jake, he later told you.)â but youâre quick to make sure to bring Beomgyu down with you, handing him every other shot you get as you tell him heâs now on your team.
What you donât seem to realize is that Beomgyu is not a lightweightâ far from it, watching with amusement as you slowly begin to get tipsy, your mouth loosening and your personality becoming much more outgoing after losing the game to Jake and his friendâ three times in a row.Â
âAgain?â you ask, laughing at the way Yunjin yells in agreementâ Beomgyu has to tug on your shirt to get you away, telling you that itâs definitely not a good idea to go again, especially with someone as uncoordinated as Yunjin.Â
âWhy didnât you play with me then?â you say, leaning against him as you smile up at him prettily; heâs leading you away from the table and towards the grass, over to where a small campfire is lit, plenty of chairs scattered about as the music becomes louder in this area.Â
âYou donât like games?â you ask him, stumbling to a stop and tugging at his shirt to stop with you, just so heâs able to hear you better. Coyly, you smile, your eyes twinkling mischievously as you lean in to speak to him quietly, âDonât you wanna play with me?âÂ
Your words are fairly innocentâ but your delivery is not, and it has Beomgyu sputtering in surprise as he wonders how he should respond to such a random advanceâ though he doesnât need to in the end, watching as you break character and laugh at your own antics, perking up immediately as you listen to the song thatâs playing.Â
âOh, I love this song!âÂ
Youâre dancing carelessly to the song without a second thought, pulling Beomgyu in and laughing at the way he seems reluctant to let loose; itâs probably the alcohol in your system thatâs making you act like such an idiot, leaning against him and smiling at the way he seems adamant to avoid your gaze.Â
âYou know, I just realized that weâre matching!â you laugh, tugging at the collar of his white button-up before youâre glancing down; itâs tucked neatly into his denim shorts, and your smile is only growing wider as you look back up at him, âwe look like a couple or something.â
Your words affect him much more than heâd like to admitâ but he has no time to dwell on it, eyes looking past you and at Yeonjun, who walks straight toward the two of you with a grin stuck on his face.Â
âHey, why didnât you tell me you were here?â Yeonjun yells, grabbing your attention as youâre turning to greet Yeonjun; youâre bubbly and seem to find everything funny as you giggle slightly, waving at him happily before youâre stepping away from Beomgyu.Â
âI couldnât find you,â Beomgyu mumbles, watching the way Yeonjun slings an arm around your shoulders casuallyâ he feels oddly angered at the sight, unsure why it irritates him so much to see the two of you act so close.Â
âDidnât know you two were friends,â Yeonjun says, and he watches as you begin to ramble about your history with Beomgyu with a small smileâ scanning your outfit, he frowns.Â
âYou havenât gotten in the pool yet?â Yeonjun asks, raising a brow at your entirely dry figure; you shake your head, which only makes him tilt his head in confusion, âI thought you said thatâs the only reason you were coming?â
âWell, I just havenât gotten the chance to,â you say sheepishly, the shy smile on your face quickly turning to one of confusion the moment Yeonjun hugs you; heâs got you tight, and youâre stumbling along with him as you begin questioning what heâs doing, your eyes widening the moment you peek over his shoulderâ youâre heading straight to the pool, the volume of your yells rising significantly as you begin to struggle against your friend, yelling at Beomgyu to come to your rescue.Â
(Itâs all for dramatic effect. Yeonjun laughs at the way you pretend to struggle against him, and he pretends he doesnât hear your laugh of joy the moment he falls over the edge, letting go of you in time and forcing the two of you into the water.)
Youâre pleasantly surprised to find that the water isnât freezing; you personally thank Yeonjunâs heating system as you come up for air, wiping at your face and adjusting your hair as you begin to splash Yeonjun, insulting him for being such a bully.Â
Your movements are immediately stopping the moment you spot Beomgyu at the edgeâ Yeonjun is quick to leave, sending you a small wink (the term âwinkâ used loosely) before heâs off to find his next targetâheâs taken his shoes off and he looks more than ready to jump in, and you canât help but laugh sweetly at his concern before you realize that you should probably take off your shoes as well.
âYou okay?â He asks you, watching the way you cringe as you take off your shoes, tossing them over the edge and leaving them to dry as you swim to where he stands.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you smile, watching the way he seems hesitant to do anythingâ to get in or leave, youâre unsure. A second passes before an evil thought pops into your head, taking notice of your equally soaked clothes that remain stuck on your body.
âOh. Hey, could you hold this?â you begin, shedding off your shirt before youâre bundling it into a ball, holding out the fabric for himâ he crouches down, arm reaching out for your shirtâ and you seize your moment, both hands grabbing onto him and tugging as hard as you can.Â
And Beomgyu, in his unguarded state, falls in immediately.Â
The laugh you let out is pure evil as you watch him fall in, flailing for a second before heâs coming up for airâ and honestly, Beomgyu canât even be mad, at least not when youâre laughing so hard, your face lit up as you take in the way his hair is completely flat on his head.Â
âSorry. Couldnât help it,â you say, but you donât look sorry at all as you swim over to your shirt thatâs now sunk into the bottom of the pool. Youâre diving down to get it, quick to throw it over the edge and by your shoes before youâre tugging off your shorts. Youâre glancing back at Beomgyu, relieved to see he doesnât look angry at all, when you spot something peculiar.Â
âWoah, whatâs that?â you ask, approaching Beomgyu eagerly as heâs quick to follow your gaze. His cheeks are on fire and his hands are quick to fly onto his ribs, turning away from your curious hands and even more curious gaze as he stutters out an excuse.Â
âItâs nothing.â Thatâs probably one of the lamest things Beomgyu has ever said, and youâre not believing him for a second as your eyes widen at his sudden change in behavior.Â
âIs it a tattoo?â you ask, trying to get a peek through the cracks of his fingers; but the water makes everything blurry, unable to get the details of it before youâre humming appreciatively. âHmm. Thatâs coolâ I didnât know that was such a common spot to get tattooed.â
âIs it?â he asks, and suddenly, he doesnât seem to want to hide it anymore. Your curious gaze and awed compliments have him smiling, raising a brow as he feels himself become more confidentâ the idea that you of all people would judge him seems ridiculous now.
âWho else do you know that has a tattoo here?â youâre late to process the questionâ only because your eyes are widening as he admits that it is a tattoo, the words flying out of your mouth before you can truly process if itâs a good idea.Â
âI donât know. Iâve just seen it online, I guess.â Of course, this could mean many thingsâ but it means one thing to you, and youâre practically biting your tongue from the sheer terror that you inadvertently admitted to a guilty, secret pleasure of yours.
âOnline?â he asks, and you try to not look suspicious as you choose to simply remain quiet and nod.Â
âYeah, like on Pinterest and stuff,â you add, hoping that itâs enough to prove your innocence (to yourself) as you watch Beomgyu nod along to your words.Â
âArenât your clothes weighing you down?â you ask, eyeing the way heâs barely moved with a small smile, âor like, are you not wearing anything underneath?â
Most of the people here came with their swimsuits underneathâ some just opted to strip to their underwear, which is why you didnât feel alarmed to find people stripping their layers in order to jump into the pool.Â
Though, now that you think about it, you feel a bit bad for forcing Beomgyu to get in without much of a warning. Your concerns are quickly soothed, however, when Beomgyu shakes his head, hands coming up to unbutton his shirt before heâs laughing softly at your words.Â
âI was wearing my shorts underneath these,â he confesses, your eyes widening as you find yourself going silentâ because wow, was Beomgyu always this ripped?
You feel odd as you watch him strip, sliding off his shirt as most of his torso remains underwater; heâs slowly making his way to where you stand by the edge, and you can feel your heart stopping as you take in the look in his eyes.Â
Dark. Dangerous. Tempting. You think youâre imagining things as you look away, gulping heavily as you feel yourself sobering suddenly. Heâs throwing his shirt in the direction that your pile of clothes lie, and you feel oddly embarrassed by the way you have to look away as he strips his bottoms off as well.Â
Youâre only glancing back in time to see him hover out of the pool for a second, his upper body coming out of the water as he takes a moment to lay out both your clothing properly.Â
Holy shit.Â
Was it common for people to have the same tattoo? It surely was, right? Those are the only things that are going through your mind as you observe Beomgyuâs tattoo, taking in the familiarity of each line as your eyes drift down to his v-lineâ your eyes spot the small, perfect heart that rests right at his pubic bone.
Oh god. Oh god, oh god oh god, you think, trying your best to not lose your shit and melt in a puddle of horror and embarrassment as you realize that Beomgyu has the exact tattoo as guiltypleasures.
It had to be a popular tattoo. Or maybe it was a reference to something, or a drawing a tattoo artist put out to let other people useâ anything, it had to be anything else than the conclusion your mind was terrified of making, meeting Beomgyuâs gaze shyly as you realize that heâs caught you staring, hard.
âItâs pretty,â you breathe out, unsure you can trust your voice as you watch Beomgyu sink back into the pool, âIs it⊠a reference to something?â
Please say yes. Please say yes.
âThanks,â he starts, leaving you on edge as he takes a moment to inspect his tattooâ running his fingertips over it, tracing over the delicate lines in a way that has you gripping onto the edge of the pool, âand no, itâs not. I designed it myself.â
Youâre gonna pass out.
âReally?â you grit out, hoping he canât pick up on the tension of your voice as you smile, albeit forced, âLike, itâs one of a kind?â
âYup,â he grins, staring down at his tattoo with a proud look on his face, âOne of a kind. My tattoo artist didnât even post it, upon my request.â
Youâre gonna cry. Maybe youâll scream, or even sink into the pool and try to drown yourself.Â
Because Choi Beomgyu, your closest friend for the past few months and the man you may or may have not been beginning to crush on, is guiltypleasures, the man you lust after every night and fucking pay to watch.Â
You know they say that quiet guys are the freakiest, but this is too fucking much.Â
âThatâs so cool,â you say, sinking into the pool so the water is up to your mouth, hoping that you wonât blurt out any more stupidities as you stare off into the distance, attempting to let this new information settle in.Â
âHey, you okay?â he asks, and you hate how attentive Beomgyu has becomeâ even more because everything is starting to click, his husky and deep voice a replica of your stupid camboyâs, your body reacting involuntarily to the sound of it as you simply nod softly.Â
âMhmm,â you hum out, coming out of the water a bit so you can speak, âI think those drinks from earlier fucked up my stomachâ I should go home.â
âOh,â Beomgyu says, and you feel awful for the way heâs become confused at your sudden shift in mood, âAre you sure youâll be okay drivingâ?â
âI Ubered here,â you mumble, oddly embarrassed at your words, âcause I knew Iâd probably drink a lot.âÂ
âWell then let me take you home,â he insists, ever the gentleman as you try to say that he shouldnât, that he should just stay and enjoy the party.Â
âItâs dangerous to call an Uber at this hour though,â he continues, his stupid fucking puppy eyes taking a toll on your resolve as you bite your lip, âPlus, I only really came to this party because of you.â
God, what the hell was this behavior?! This innocent, shy, and sweet Beomgyu was a complete one-eightyâ scratch thatâ was an entirely different fucking person than the one that always talked down at you at night, spilling filth like it was in his nature and treating you like you were worthless.
It was a bit terrifying as you watched the way he remained entirely oblivious to the Earth-shattering realization, getting out of the pool and reaching out to help you out with a sweet smile.Â
After a second, you take it.Â
You feel so awkward as you gather your clothes; youâre jumpy and youâre sure Beomgyu has picked up on it as he eyes you from time to time, watching as you wring out your clothes as much as you can before youâre slipping on your shirt, your shorts left in your hand as you avoid Beomgyuâs eyes entirely.Â
âI have a few blankets in my carâ you should use those to keep yourself warm,â he says softly, looking back at you and frowning at the way you only nod with a tense smile.Â
Was he wrong about you? Were you lying when you reacted positively to his tattoo? Beomgyu has no idea why something as simple as a tattoo would change the way you treat him entirely, but heâs determined to get to the bottom of this as you enter his car, entirely stiff as you wrap one of his aforementioned blankets around yourself.Â
âHey, did something happen tonight?â He asks you halfway through his drive, licking his lips nervously as he watches the way you jump in your seat, not expecting his question at all as you remain silent for a second.
âUhm, no?â you say, though you seem unsure of your own answer as you wrap the blankets a little tighter around yourself, âIâm telling you, it was probably the drinksâ I didnât think my stomach would be so sensitive tonight.â
Your explanation is entirely plausible, but Beomgyu doesnât believe it as he watches the way you remain tense, his car slowing to a stop as the two of you wait at the stoplight in an awkward silence.Â
âYouâre lying,â Beomgyu says, deciding that itâs better to just be bold instead of tiptoeing around the subject, âIs it because of my tattoo?â
Your lips press together.Â
âIt is,â he says, and he feels an unexpected wave of disappointment and anger wash over him, âdid something that small put you off that much?â
âThatâs not it,â you say, your heart pounding against your chest and your body heating up as you realize that youâve upset himâ and greatly, because youâre able to see the way his brows knit together and his hand tightens on the steering wheel as he begins to drive again.Â
Did he think you were judging him? That you thought less of him because of such a small thing?Â
âThen what is it?â he insists, and youâre mortified to see that youâre stuck in traffic, victim to Beomgyuâs sharp gaze that demands answers, âCause youâve been acting weird since I showed it to you.â
âIâve seen it before,â you mutter quietly, sinking into your seat from the humiliation, âI recognized it. Your tattoo.â
Beomgyu pauses. Then he thinks of the many times heâs had his shirt ride up when heâs around you, from stretching to taking off his hoodie and having his undershirt get pulled up along with it.
âOkay?â
âLike. Online.â
Thatâs enough to leave him silent. Stupefied, even. One glance at you and your body language is enough to confirm that itâs exactly what heâs thinking, your posture so small that you look like you wish you could disappear.Â
âYouâveââ he swallows, wondering what else to say as traffic begins moving again, âlike⊠Twitterâ?â
âYour streams.âÂ
Fuck. Fuck, oh fuck, Beomgyu needs to get the fuck out of the car this instant, because his dick is already hardening and he can feel his brain short-circuiting at your wordsâ you watch his streams.Â
In your mind, you feel as though youâve completely dug a hole for yourselfâ Beomgyu is probably horrified at your confession, but itâs not as though you knew it was him, or that you had any malicious intent, or thatâ!
All Beomgyu can think of is how he shouldnât park the car in the middle of the road and fuck you stupid.Â
âDid you watch them a lot?â he asks you, his voice eerily quiet and stable, and oh no heâs interrogating you right now, this is the end for you.
âYeah,â you say, deciding to be completely transparent now that youâve decided to tell the truth, âIâm sorry.âÂ
Is it possible to come untouched like this? Beomgyu might just find out, because the way your voice is so meek and shy and guilty has him biting down on his lip, his mind growing foggier and his foot pressing down on the gas pedal a little harder as he begins to weave through lanes.Â
âYou were a subscriber then,â he says calmly, and you feel as though heâs trying to humiliate you on purpose as you nod your head in admittanceâ unbeknownst to you, thatâs exactly what heâs doing, enjoying the way heâs breaking you down from just a few questions with sick pleasure.Â
âHow much money did you spend on me then?â Youâre finding his line of questioning a bit odd at this point, but you refuse to look up from your lap as you find yourself answering anyways.Â
âI was just a low-tier subscriberâŠâ you say, and it feels even more humiliating to admit that you cheaped out on himâ what the hell was wrong with you?
âLow-tier? Not even a single tip?â he repeats, and you donât seem to register the way he pouts at you until itâs far too late.
Stopping at a red light, he grabs your chin, turning your face roughly so youâre looking at himâ and heâs back, the man behind the screen, except this time you can see the sheer pity that fills his gaze as he speaks to you as though youâre lower than him.
âHow are you gonna make it up to me now?â
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God. Fuck. Are you dreaming? You think you might pass out.
âI know, I know I said I wouldnât stream tonightâ shouldnât you just be happy Iâm here?â
Your stomach is twisted in knots and you feel small as you attempt to take in everything properlyâ Beomgyuâs setup, the same room youâve seen countless times beforeâ youâre able to see it all, from his large computer monitors, his filming camera, to his grandiose bed and the insane amount of toys he keeps on standby.Â
You shift restlessly on your feet, entirely bare save for a shirt that Beomgyu let you borrowâ another white button-up, the very same one that he loved to wear when he dressed up, now hanging from your figure as he allowed the two of you to freshen up the moment you got to his home.Â
Nervously, you had left the shirt completely buttoned up; you watched from behind his camera as he continued to sweet talk his viewers, dressed comfortably in a sweater and sweats, his attire a complete contrast to your own.Â
âYouâre happy to see me? I donât believe you,â he smiles, and you feel as though youâre back to being a faceless member of his stream as you press your thighs together, able to hear the way notifications pop up on his computer, all of them signifying a new tip.Â
âYou know, todayâs a pretty special occasion actually,â he begins, pausing to see his comments and the reactions within them, âyouâre curious? Do you wanna try something new with me?â
Yes. Itâs the only thing he sees in his comments, and he lets out a soft laugh before heâs turning back to his camera.
Then, heâs looking past it.
âCome here, baby.â
You knew this was comingâ you agreed to this, for crying out loud, but you still feel as though your legs are made of jello as you hesitate, biting your lip before your eyes are widening nervously, the safe word the two of you established beforehand running through your mind like a mantra you mustnât forget.Â
âCome on, you donât want to keep them waiting, do you?â he asks, eyes flickering over to his screen, watching the way everyone seems to go haywire from his words, âSee? Theyâre curious, they want to see you.â
Youâre taking your first step towards the cameraâ then another, and another, until youâre walking past the setup, your back facing the camera as you make your way to where he sits at the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do as you remain frozen in front of him.
âWhat, are you nervous?â he asks, and heâs only able to let out a mean laugh the moment youâre nodding in response, unable to use your voice properlyâ thatâll change soon, he thinks, reaching for your hands and guiding them to his shoulders.Â
âDonât be,â he whispers, aiming for your thighs next as heâs tugging at them, pleased with the way you let him mold you to his desired position, your thighs on either side of his as you hover over him pathetically, âI know theyâll love you.â
Neither of your full faces can be seenâ but the audience can definitely see the way he captures your lips in a harsh kiss, filled with nothing but pure need as he finally gets to feel you properlyâ you feel as though youâre about to run out air when he finally pulls away, laughing as he feels the way you buttoned every single button of the shirt he gave you.Â
âNow why would you do that?â he whispers against your lips, and your fingers dig into his shoulders pathetically as you watch him rip it openâ the viewers are going wild at the sight, tipping ridiculous amounts of money just so they can get Beomgyu to see their requests; curiously your eyes drift to his monitor.
You practically collapse at the things you read on the screen.
Finger her. Eat her out. Use a vibrator on her, tie her up, breed her until she canât walk straight, use a dildo on herâÂ
The horror comes from the fact that Beomgyu is clearly considering doing all of it.
âWhat do you think baby?â he asks you, pressing his hand on the small of your back and forcing you to arch into him, your ass perking out and your cunt left to be entirely displayed as he trails his hand up your back, lifting your shirt along with it as he allows the viewers to get a good look at you.
âAnything that piques your interest?â he whispers, your head buried in his shoulder as you shake from the embarrassment of it all, âorâŠâ
You jolt at the way his hand lands a sharp smack on your ass. Heâs quick to soothe the area, smiling at the way he takes in the small whimper you let out, burying your face deeper into his shoulder and arching more in response. He lands another one, much more harsher than the last as his hand immediately drifts to your pussy, spreading you for the camera and watching the way you practically glisten under the light.Â
âShould I decide how I get to use you for myself?â
Heâs a bit surprised to find that youâre quick to nod at his second request, much too shy to even lift your head from where it rests as your fingers dig into his skin.Â
He smiles, his eyes drifting back to the monitor as he begins reading over their requests.Â
âHmm, are you shy, princess?â he asks, fingers trailing along your slit, feeling the way your hole flutters at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside as you whine quietly, nodding at his words.
âBut youâre so fucking wet, and we havenât even done anything,â slowly, his fingers slip insideâ youâre both moaning at the feeling, and Beomgyu thinks that he might just be the one to cum as he feels the way you stretch around his fingers.Â
âGod, youâre so tight,â he groans, beginning to test out the waters by scissoring youâ spreading you out for the camera, watching over your shoulder as your arousal practically leaks out; he gulps, unable to keep his eyes away from the sight as he sighs.
âFeels so soft and warm,â he mutters, placing a kiss on your temple before heâs reaching for something off-screenâ the box of toys, you realize, forced to keep your face buried in his shoulder in an attempt to not show your face to his audience.Â
âJust like I thought you would be,â he says, smiling against your skin as he murmurs the words into your earâ just for you to hear, not for the thousands of people who are currently watching the stream.
âDo you know what I thought about every time I went live?â he asks, sitting up and shifting so that youâre back in position, shaking your head softly as you feel his fingers begin to circle your entrance.Â
âYou.â the stretch you suddenly feel has you moaning pathetically, the first sound the viewers are able to hear as the comments begin to fly pastâ your legs are shaking at the feeling of him slowly pushing the silicone dildo into your pussy, thick and long as you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling tears prick at your eyes from how full you feel.
âI thought of you. Every time.âÂ
Beomgyuâs eyes are dark as his hand grabs at your ass, spreading your cheeks and showing off the way the dildo begins disappearing into your tight cunt, your arousal already beginning to drip down the toy with every slow thrust of his.Â
âWished you were there every time I would stream. I thought about fucking you the way I would fuck my toys,â his thrusts begin speeding up; youâre a moaning mess against him as you push your ass back, showcasing yourself perfectly and pushing up against the toy that he continues to ram into youâ youâre jolting back into him with every thrust, your hands beginning to cramp with how hard youâre holding on to him.
âI would always moan your name too, did you ever notice?â
Your mind goes back to the time you thought you heard itâ and, unexpectedly, youâre coming undone, reaching your peak as you respond with a pathetic yesâŠ! The realization that it had all been real much more overwhelming than you thought.Â
Beomgyu continues to fuck the toy into you even long after youâre done coming; youâre a whimpering, crying mess against him, the stimulation making your mind muddled as you quietly attempt to get him to stop.Â
âHmm? What do you want baby?â he asks, lips trailing down your neck and to your shoulders, where he begins to slip off your shirt so that youâre more exposed. He remains fully clothed as he begins sucking bruises into your skin, following one of his requests to mark up your pretty skinâ his hair falls over his face, covering him momentarily as he begins drifting along your body carelessly.
Itâs too muchâ yet, itâs not enough to have you using your safe word, and the fact makes Beomgyu smile as he bottoms out the toy inside you, grinding it into your pathetic pussy as he watches the way a ring of your cum begins to form around the base.Â
âCome on, talk to me. Weâre waiting,â youâre hesitant to speakâ that much is clear, especially when you know how much traction this stream is currently getting, the sound of tips constant as you shake your head in defeat.Â
âNo? Okay then,â your shirt is being slipped off, leaving you naked as you wince slightly at the feeling of your garment being removed. Once again, Beomgyu is moving you around, and youâre facing the camera now as your legs are pried open by his own, the toy still stuffed inside you as you sit on Beomgyuâs lapâ right on his hard cock, whining softly as you feel him begin to hold your hips down, grinding into you for some release.Â
âDonât wanna use your words? Donât wanna say anything to me or the viewers?â he tries again, eyes narrowing at the way you remain disobedient and shake your head, laying back against him as you pant softly.
âYouâre not gonna thank our viewers for wanting me to please you, you fucking whore?â his hands are swift, and before you realize what heâs doing, your hands are cuffed behind your back, the fuzzy feeling reminding you of the cuffs he uses on himself sometimes.Â
âFine. You wanna be ungrateful, stay quiet?â every sound that leaves your lips is unsure and soft, barely able to reach the microphone of the camera as Beomgyu scoffs at you. âThen stay fucking quiet. I donât wanna hear a single word from you, understand?â
He doesnât let you respondâ of course he wouldnât let youâ but the way your mouth falls open suggests that you almost went against his command, the vibrator that he now pressed onto your clit making your legs shake with the sudden stimulation, threatening to close before Beomgyuâs own pried you back open swiftly.Â
âLook at you. Like a bitch in heat, only thinking about yourself,â he growls, his other hand beginning to thrust the toy back into you at a harsh pace, listening to the sounds of your arousal and the toy smacking against your skin with a satisfied groan, âDo you have any idea how many people wish they were in your place, wish they could be getting fucked stupid instead of having to sit and watch as I do it to you?â
He pauses. Then, he turns up the intensity of the vibrator with a cruel laugh.Â
âYou would fucking know,â he seethes, taking in the way you writhe against him pathetically, biting at your lip to keep quiet as your hands struggle behind your back, âshit, canât you hear how pathetic you sound? I bet you were a lot louder when you watched me, just another of my useless viewers that wish that I would fuck youâ that I would even fucking acknowledge you.â
Everything that happens next is all a blurâ your mind is foggy and youâre coming undone as you feel Beomgyu bite down on your neck, unable to hold back the pure keen of pleasure that rips through you, a string of unintelligible sounds flowing out of you desperately as you cream around the toy, feeling tears sting your eyes the moment Beomgyu decides to turn the intensity up again.
âTake it. I know you can,â he laughs purely because he knows that you have yet to use your safe word. Itâs even worse because heâs right, the overstimulation fogging your mind and making you melt in his arms, still able to trust him even if your mind isnât entirely there.
After a moment, the vibrator is turned offâ you can hear him toss it to the side before heâs pulling the dildo out of your aching cunt, your body twitching at the sudden feeling before your cum is oozing out, dripping all over Beomgyuâs sweats and onto his sheets as he merely laughs at you.Â
Youâre being turned around againâ you feel woozy as you cling to Beomgyu, barely capable of hovering over him as he simply looks up at you, his eyes holding that same, innocent puppy-like look that got you trapped in his clutches in the first place.
âI feel so stuffy,â he pouts, tilting his head up at you as you simply whine incoherently in response, âI know baby. Wonât you help me out?âÂ
It takes you a second to even register his request, your hands suddenly freed by him before you finally realize what he asked; your hands are slow and clumsy as you reach for the hem of his sweater, barely able to tug it up before heâs helping you outâ your hands land on his shoulders once more for stability, your gaze falling on his chest and trailing down curiously.Â
And there it is. The very tattoo that got you into this mess, though this time youâre free to gawk at it, not paying attention to the way Beomgyu realized he caught you staring until heâs grabbing your hand, placing it on his chest and trailing it down, allowing you to feel him up as he shudders slightly at the feeling.
Your fingers trace over the tattoo. All the way down, following every elaborate line until youâre stopped by the hem of his pants, hands immediately slipping under before youâre tugging them off, pulling off his boxers too as you feel him lift his hips, left just as bare as you before he smiles.Â
You feel his cock poking at your entrance, painfully hard as he begins to rub it against your slit; teasing you with the tip, looking over your shoulder to see what his viewers may be saying.Â
âWhat do you think?â He asks, pushing his tip into your cunt before heâs pulling back out. The action has you whining hopelessly, and Beomgyu has to take a second to recollect his resolve, pausing all movements in order to not come then and there.
âShould I fuck her? Does she deserve it?â He asks, looking over at you, cooing softly at the way your eyes remain glassy and fucked out, âDonât cry. You donât deserve to cry, not when youâve been so ungrateful to our viewers.â
A tip catches his attention, and heâs briefly scanning over the amount and request before heâs biting back a smile.
âSee? Even though you havenât said a word to them, they still want to see me fuck you,â he says, taking your hands off his shoulders and leaving you to wobble momentarily as he places your cuffs back on.Â
âArenât they the sweetest?â
Youâre barely able to process whatâs going onâ all you know is that your position changes within seconds, and your face is buried into the mattress while your ass is up in the air, your legs shaky as youâre barely able to hold yourself up; luckily for you, Beomgyu is there to help, hands grabbing onto your hips before heâs making you lean back.Â
His cock is poking at your entrance, and heâs already able to feel the way your cunt tries to suck him in as he passes his tip along your entrance, left entranced with the way you look under him, a complete, ruined mess as you quietly whine out to him, your voice muffled from where your face remained in his sheets.
Itâs cute, really, the way youâre able to focus so hard on keeping your face hiddenâ if you lifted your head now, every single viewer on his screen would be able to drink up your expression as he fucked youâ the thought irritates Beomgyu.
Heâll just have to make sure to fuck you until youâre too weak to move.Â
âGod, youâre such a brat,â he groans out, entering you slowly and feeling the way you clamp onto him dangerously; even with how wet you are, he finds it difficult to fuck you, gritting his teeth and taking a moment where he merely concentrates on not coming inside you then and there.Â
âStop fucking squeezing like thatâ ahâ shitâ,â it seems as though your pussy has him going stupid, unable to form a coherent sentence as he slowly pulls outâ the whine you let out is long and lethal, so desperate and carnal that Beomgyu finds himself losing control; tightening his hold on your hips, he begins to fuck into you without a care.
âSuch a good little pussy,â he grits out, watching the way your ass bounces against him with every thrust, âfuck, wish youâd let me fuck you soonerâ wouldâve made you mine, wouldnât be able to get enough of youâ god, fuckâ!âÂ
The way you tighten at his words is dangerous. Heâs cursing and talking down like he always does, but this time, itâs just for you. The very thought is enough to have you clenching around him again, mouth agape and drooling against his sheets as your sounds get louder.Â
Another tip rings throughâ the same person from before, repeating the only part of their previous request that Beomgyu has yet to fulfill.Â
Wonât she say thank you?
The words have him stuttering out a laugh, unable to help the way he moans in between. His thrusts slow, and heâs bottoming out inside you before his motions are nothing but a slow grind, rutting his hips into your aching pussy while he reaches for something off-screen.Â
Your whines and soft complaints at the sudden change of pace are briefâ because soon after a familiar buzzing sound is filling your ears, and before you can react, the same vibrator form before is pressed against your clit on the highest setting.Â
âGyuuuuuâŠ!â you whine out, long and desperate and incoherent as Beomgyu grabs at your cuffs, using them as leverage to make you slam back into him. His thrusts are brutal and the sound of skin against skin is enough rivalry to the buzzing of the toy as he begins to use the last of his energy to fuck you to your orgasm, watching as the chat buzzes with excitement from your sudden word.
What? Whatâd she say?? Was that his name? omg?!
âDo you think you deserve to come?â he sneers, his voice gruff as you shake your head, knowing damn well that you havenât been perfectly compliant to him like he wanted you to be, especially now that you may have just slipped up and let out a personal fact about him.
âExactly,â he continues, his thrusts toning down in speed, but not intensityâ he pulls out to the tip with every thrust, only to slam back into you and have you jolt forward from the harshness of his pace; the vibrator that was once relentless on your clit is now hovering mere centimeters from you, taunting you as all stimulation becomes insignificant to what it was before.
âMaybe, if youâre good for me, Iâll let you come,â he begins, watching the way you can only nod eagerly against the sheets, your hands struggling against your cuffsâ heâs holding your hand at the sight, fingers interlocking as he watches you grip onto his hand with both of yours tightly.
âWill you be good for me? Are you gonna listen to whatever the fuck I ask you to do?â he says, his voice hardening at the end as he looks at you expectantlyâ a second passes before youâre nodding again.Â
âMy viewers have been so patient with you. The only reason you got all this was because they wanted itâ if it were up to me, I wouldâve dumped my load in you already and left.âÂ
Thatâs a lieâ the biggest fucking lie Beomgyu has ever told, knowing damn well that he wouldâve done all this and more to you any day, entirely unprovoked. But he knows his viewers love it, and so do you, because your cunt squeezes him so tightly heâs afraid he might just come early.Â
âArenât you grateful they loved you so much? Hmm?â youâre barely registering his words anymore. But youâre nodding nonetheless, your thighs beginning to shake from the sheer pleasure of feeling Beomgyu rut into your cunt throughout all this.Â
âTell them thank you,â he says sweetly, not giving you enough time to speak before heâs back to fucking you wildly; his pace picking up, aiming for that specific spot that leaves you dumb and drooly as he places the vibrator back on your clitâ any chances of sounding sane are thrown out the window as he begins tugging on your cuffs, bouncing you back against him as the wet sounds of his thrusts ring out through the room.Â
âDid you hear meâ?â he asks, landing a smack to your ass before heâs soothing the area, slowing down so he can smack you again, âI said say thank you. Do you think youâre above us, pretty?â
Your first attempt to speak is a garbled mess.
âCome on, I know you can do better than that. Orâ do you just wanna be a cute little cumdump for meâ? Ah, let me use you every time I stream⊠donât need any fucking toys when I have my pretty doll for meâ rightâ?â His own sentences are becoming more incoherent the longer he fucks you, addicted to the way your pussy practically sucks him in deeper in response.Â
âTry again,â he growls, feeling his own orgasm approaching slowly, âshow me youâre not aâ shit, a fucking brat, and maybe Iâll let you⊠ugh, let you come.â
Beomgyu swore he got rid of his habit of rambling like this long ago. But, you seem to be able to bring it out of him, his calm and collected speeches crumbling like paper in his mind as he takes in the way both your arousals are smeared over skin and dripping down your thighs, forming a ring around Beomgyuâs cock as he feels his resolve beginning to crumbleâ he begins to fuck you carelessly, not able to think about anything else but reaching his high as he waits for your response.
âMmhâ! ugh⊠fuckâŠâ your voice is increasing in volume, the shy person from before long gone as you begin to chase your orgasm, much too afraid to lose it as you try to form a single, coherent thought.
âThankâŠ. thank youâŠâ you whine out, but itâs all too slurred and quiet and pathetic to Beomgyu as he growls out a sharp what? His hand pressing down on the small of your back as he glues your hands to your skin, forced to take the way he fucks you as you moan out uncontrollably.
âThank you..! Thank you thank you, oh, fuckâ!â holy shit, youâre full on crying right now, reduced to nothing but a mess of moans and tears as you ramble on repeatedly, only able to remember those limited words as you feel Beomgyu come inside youâ warm and deep, stilling for just a moment before heâs back to fucking you, his own moans becoming much more needy at the feeling of overstimulation.Â
âThank you thank you thank youuuu, fuck, fuck fuck mmhâ!â you feel stupid. Youâve definitely been fucked stupid, moaning out those stupid thank youâs like a prayer as you feel yourself slumping completely, a boneless, gooey mess as you rely on Beomgyu to hold you up.
He continues to fuck into you slowly, even after youâve gone entirely still; he thinks you mightâve passed out, but itâs only for a minute before he sees you shifting again, burying your head into the mattress as he hears the distant sound of you sniffling.Â
Beomgyu feels concerned for a second, ready to check up on you and end the stream before youâre grabbing his hand again; then youâre clenching around him, mumbling his name so sweetly while you try to press yourself against him.
Youâre straight up gone, he realizes, stilling for a moment and waiting for you to use your safe wordâ but you donât, and he sees you peeking subtly at his monitor before youâre burying your face back into his sheets.
âYou got a new tip.â
The words are barely audible to him, but heâs quick to glance at it upon your request; he almost chokes as he sees the five-hundred dollars that have been sent to him, his eyes reading over the request a few times before heâs looking back at you.
Could you try to make her squirt ?
âItâs five hundred dollars,â you mutter, and all Beomgyu can do is let out a bewildered laugh, leaning down to place a kiss on your shoulder before heâs whispering in your ear if youâre okay to continueâ the small nod you give him is enough to have his cock hardening inside you.Â
Fuck, heâs gonna give you the aftercare of the century after this.Â
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Your writing is just *chefs kiss*
Could I request some nsfw sub Spencer Reid headcanons? I feel like a lot of general writing of him is dom so itâd be cool to see something new!
thank you so much đ„șđ„ș of course !! *mdni!!*
he refuses to ask, you know exactly what he wants by the way he whines and suddenly becomes extra clingy, nudging his head against your shoulder and neck with a soft huff
"what's up baby?" "nothin" followed by, "you sure?" "...no"
you kiss him and he doesn't quite kiss you back, just letting you take the lead, whimpering against your lips when you graze your teeth over his skin
he's vocalllll, whimpering, whining, moaning and huffing, even when you're barely touching him, getting louder when you let your weight push against him
he likes being teased though he won't admit it, your fingers tickling over his thighs and hips, lips dragging over his neck and chest
"use your words honey, what do you want?" you have to ask, over and over and over because he just whines and pants under you
he stutters !!!! "t-touch me, ple-please" while his fingers grip into the sheets and his hips roll up off of the bed
he nearly comes the second you wrap your lips around him, every single time, "wait, angel, ju-just a second" pushing at your shoulders while he shudders
his favourite thing is having you sit on his face, fingers digging into your thighs just getting drunk on you any chance he gets, soaking his face for hours
marks !!! he loves looking in the mirror after and seeing all the little pink, red and purple splotches over his neck, chest, tummy and thighs
you love riding him, seeing him squirming underneath you, seeing the pink blotching over his chest, interlocking your fingers and dragging them up to your tits because he's too nervous to do it himself
"baby, you g-gotta slow down otherwise i'll come"
when he gets overstimulated he can come more than once, it surprises him every time cos he's all, "i canât, angel, i canât" but he can, with a whimper
you have to talk him through it !! "so good baby, you're so close, gonna come for me?" smiling when he whimpers, "come on angel, i need it so ba- oh, there you go, good boy"
âfuck, thank you baby, thanks, thanks, tha-â mumbled against your lips all hot and heavy
he makes a mess, every time, come dribbling over his hips and soft tummy while he pants and tears escape from his eyes, not making it over his cheeks before you're kissing them away
instant cuddles afterwards !!!! he needs them, folding into your side immediately, still breathing hard against your cheek, eyes wet and closed
thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! iâll give you a smooch if you do, ily !! send prompts to my ask box!
â„ spencer reid masterlist !!
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đ©”đ 5000 Follower Celebration & Draw this in your style Challenge! đđ©”
This blog vavoomed from 0 to 5000 in less than a month! If thatâs not ineffable, I donât know what is. Thank you for all the love and support you showed my silly, smutty, angsty brainrot corner, for every reblog, comment, incomprehensible scream in the tags (yes I read them all). This community means so much to me.
So, to celebrate, we are having a Draw This In Your Style Challenge!
đ©” The Rules:
Recreate this image in your style! Interpret it however you see fit! đđ©” (I will love every single one of them)
Post it with the #vavoomdtiys (and @ me if you like, so I donât miss it!) OR send it to me in a DM or an ask if you're not comfortable posting it in your account. (Let me know if you're okay with me sharing it or not. I will treasure every entry!)
The deadline is the 25th of december! I will pick two winners, the first place will be one I like best and the second place will be a randomly selected one.
The first place gets to request a full comic page!
The second place gets to request a sketch drawing!
Have fun!!!
I will of course reblog every entry and make a compilation post at the end!!
đ Bonus Gift!
As a little bonus, I am releasing the procreate brushes I use for free! (Now, you should draw this in YOUR style, but feel free to use them for your submission!)
Hereâs the download on Gumroad (just put $0 to download it for free!) :)
You are all amazing! Iâm so excited to see what you come up with!
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Fancall Fiasco - Hongjoong
"Fan service my ass! Guess Iâm going to have to remind you exactly who you belong to, hm?"
âąpairing: meandom!nonidol!hongjoong x idol!fem!reader
âąword count: 4k
âątags: reader has an idol stage name that they go by, established relationship, mdni, smut, dirty filthy pure smut, possesive and MEAN hongjoong, degradation, name calling (whore, slut, cheater, etc), hair pulling, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, belt restraints, spanking, slight spitting, edging, overstimulation, biting/marking up (f receiving), slight cnc(?)...did I miss anything? probably
Summary: Being an idol, you have to provide fan service to your loyal followers, however your boyfriend thinks you went a little too far with this one male fan and decides he needs to remind you who you belong to.
A/N: Phew howdy this is FILTHYYYY! Longest fic I've ever written too I think. After my call with Hongjoong, I couldn't stop thinking about if the roles were reversed and he got all jealous and possessive...Definitely need him to treat me this way. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!
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Your group recently had a comeback, and to promote album sales and meet your amazing fans, you were doing 2-3 fancall events every single day. It was exhausting to see some familiar faces and having to talk to the same person multiple times in one day, but as an idol, you have to put up with that kind of stuff and just do your job.
The outfit your stylist put you in was super edgy and went with the concept for your recent album. It was a little revealing, but you didnât mind too much cause you felt pretty. A black crop top with a metal o-ring right in the middle of your chest, a hooded top with the shoulders exposed that had grommets and rings down the arms, and connected to this ring on the hoodie top were two belt-like chains that went down your sides and hooked together in the back underneath the hood. Many of the fans you talked to today, mostly men, but occasional female fans, complimented you and said how beautiful you looked today. It was always refreshing getting to talk to the fellow female fans, as it felt more like girlhood than the male fans just trying to get in your pants. Although there was this one fan in particular, that was unbelievably handsome. After the staff member removed the paper from the camera, you were met with a gorgeous man, around the same age as you, you assumed.
âA-ah! H-Hi Hana!â He waved to you and seemed slightly nervous.
âHi there-!â You quickly glanced down at your note, sitting next to the album you were supposed to sign for the fan. âFelix! So nice to meet you!â You said with a smile and waved with your free hand. You stared back at the fan with sparkling eyes, and your head tilted to the side as he waved back to you.
âIâm so excited to talk to you todayâŠah sorry, Iâm so nervous.â He covered his face with his hands but left his eyes visible so he could stare at you.
"Ahh, donât be nervous; Iâm excited to talk to you too. Actually, youâre very handsome.â You said with a smirk and leaned closer to the camera. You watched as the fan lit up with excitement and heard a tiny gasp come from him.
âOh- t-thank you so much. Y-youâre very pretty too.â
âOh am I~? Thatâs so nice to hear. Thank you so much.â You continued to smile and bat your eyes at the fan, enjoying how flustered you were making him.
âY-yes, I actually had a question for you, if I can ask.â
âYes of course!â You took this opportunity to look down at the album, pick your favorite picture from this specific version of the album, and place your signature in the corner, along with a couple hearts for some fan service. The fan asked their question while you were signing.
âI was wondering how you came up with your stage name?â Ah yes, the question many fans ask you because they love to hear the clever response that you came up with.
âAhh actually, so the number 1 in Korean is "hana,â and it has a lot of importance to me. Itâs my favorite number, I was the first person to join our group, and I know Iâll always be the number 1 in your heart.â You took your time saying your response to drag out the time, looking around the room to pretend you were thinking about it, and then at the very end flashed a finger heart and a wink to the fan, to which he melted and covered his face with his hands again.
âWowâŠyouâre so cool Hana and so pretty.â
âThank you so much!â You covered your smile with your hand to act all shy and cutesy. As the fans say, the company's rent was due, your fan service today has been insanely good. You heard the familiar sound of the timer going off, meaning the call was coming to an end. âAww Iâm so sorry Felix our time is up.â You said with a pout and brought your hands to a praying motion.
âAww okay. Bye Hana! Thank you so much!â He waved to you and smiled.
âBye handsome! Thank you!â You winked one last time as you waved, and the staff covered the camera with paper and ended the call. You made sure the call was done before you let out a sigh of relief and dropped your smile. The staff member that was helping you out for the day just smiled and chuckled the slightest bit.
âYou were working hard there.â She said as she grabbed the album from you, placed the sticky note with the fan's order on it, and set it off to the side.
âAhh yeah, he was cute though! Very sweet boy. Itâs fans like that that make me love my job.â You took a couple sips out of the water bottle the staff provided for you and relaxed for a few seconds before the next call started.
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The events were done for the day, and exhausted was an understatement. You bowed to the event staff and thanked them many times before making your way out of the room and following your manager back to the designated room for your group. You quickly glanced at your phone and saw a message from your boyfriend.
Your blood ran cold. He sounded so serious. What could you have possibly done? I guess you were going to find out when you got back to your apartment. You and Hongjoong had plans to meet up after your schedules today anyway.
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You got back to your apartment, finally wearing some comfortable clothes. You walked into the front door, took your jacket off, and started to kick your shoes off before shouting out to your boyfriend, who was hiding somewhere.Â
âHongjoong! Iâm bac-!â Your words were cut off by Hongjoong pressing you against the wall. His one hand grips onto your shoulder to keep you against the hard surface, and the other hand holds his phone and shoves the screen in your face.
âWhat the fuck is this?â He said lowly and through gritted teeth. You glanced over at the screen, breathing heavily, and saw a familiar-looking face on his screen. The video was from one of the many fan calls you had today. Specifically the really nice looking one. What was his name? Ah right, Felix.
âI donât understandâŠâ
âDon't play dumb with me Y/N! Youâre practically fucking him through the screen!â
âN-no Hongjoong..what? L-let me see.â You reached up, took the phone from his hand, and read the post the fan had made to yourself.
The attached video had no sound, but subtitles were provided. You reviewed the video and smirked to yourself, watching the fan get all nervous and flustered again at your fan service. Thatâs exactly all it was. Fan service. You scrolled through some of the comments that had been made on that post by other fans.
Waahhh, omg youâre so lucky!!
SHE IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU! IMAGINE BEING CALLED HANDSOME BY HANA? GOD YOUâRE SO LUCKY
Ohhh she wants you fr fr
You smirked again and lightly scoffed at the various reactions from your fans. When you looked back up at Hongjoong to hand him his phone back, his arms were crossed, his breathing was deep and heavy, and he stared at you with aggressive eyes.
âB-baby itâs just fan service.â
âFan service my ass!â He snatched his phone back from your hand and shoved it into his pocket. âGuess Iâm going to have to remind you exactly who you belong to, hm?â
âHongjoong no, you donât have to do that. I-I know that-.â Your words were cut off again by Hongjoong pushing you back against the wall again and slamming his lips onto yours. The grip he had on your arms was enough to hurt a little bit, and you squirmed at the uncomfortable feeling. âJ-Joong.â
âShut the fuck up cheater, or Iâll shove something in your mouth to make you shut up.â His behavior was so left-field for you, and you didnât know how to feel. If you wanted to be truly honest, his possessive nature was making your pussy ache and damp.
âI didnât d-do anything wrong!âÂ
âDidnât do anything wrongâŠ.listen to yourself!â He yelled slightly and slid his hands down to grab both of your wrists, then slammed them up against the wall. He pressed his body frame against you, so you were completely against the wall. His face is right in your face, leaving no room for personal space. âI fucking own you; you got that? Youâre mine, and when I see you flirting and undressing your fans with those seductive eyes of yours..I get a littleâŠpissed off. So now, I have to make sure you havenât forgotten exactly who you belong to.â
âHongjoong I-.â Your heart was beating rapidly, and you did not know what else to say or do. He waited for you to try to say another smart remark before he took your hands held above your head, held them in one hand, and pulled you along as he started stomping toward your room. âStop! What are you doing?â
âTeaching you a fucking lesson.â He threw his arm forward, which resulted in you stumbling forward and dropping down at the edge of the bed. He stepped back and ripped his shirt off over his head and, with one hand, threw it to the side of the room. You were propping yourself up with one arm and leaning back onto the bed as he walked closer to you. He grabbed the bottom of your chin and forced your face to look up at him. Taking a few seconds to look at your face and smile slyly.Â
âAre you scared of what I am capable of, Y/N?â You shook your head from side to side in response. âUse your fucking words slut.â
âN-no!â You stuttered out.
âYou donât sound so confident~.â
âIâm not scared of you!â You retaliated, but he just smirked at you.Â
âGuess I'll have to make you scared of me then.â Not a moment passed before he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off the bed, down on your knees, onto the floor in front of him. You winced from the pain as he dragged you down. You tilted your head up to look at him, hoping your expression would fill him with remorse. âPathetic really. You think looking at me like that will make me forget what you did today? Think again.â As he spoke, his free hand fought with his belt to get it off. He snapped the belt to the side, almost like a whip, and squatted down to be in front of you. You dared not to look at him, but you could feel his eyes piercing into you. You felt his hand release from your hair. He tenderly traced his hands along your arms and brought them together, holding your wrists together again with his hands.
âI donât want you fucking touching me, so this is how Iâll fix that.â He took the belt and tightened it harshly around your wrists, pulling the belt tought and wrapping it a few times, allowing the end of the belt to stick out as a grip for him to hold onto. He stood back up and pulled your arms up with the belt. Your head rag dolled with your arms being pulled up. At this point, you had given in to him and were ready to accept whatever punishment he was giving you right now.Â
Your eyes followed his hand, which was not holding your restraint, and your eyes were led to the zipper on his pants. He pulled the zipper down and shimmed his pants down just barely past his hips, enough for him to be able to whip his cock out.Â
âOpen up whore.â He demanded, and you found yourself quickly obeying. He raised the arm holding your restraint a little higher before shoving his cock directly into your mouth. Pushing himself all the way in, not allowing you to prepare yourself at all. Your eyes immediately filled with tears, and you tried your best not to gag. Hongjoong had an average-sized cock, but that doesn't mean it was easy for you to take him. You heard Hongjoong groan above you, and you glanced up at him to see the look on his face. His head was tilted back slightly, and his mouth was agape just the slightest bit.
âGod Iâm gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna fuck this little throat of yours so good itâll be hard for you to sing at your precious music show tomorrow.â You whimpered at his dirty talk, but also because your voice is an extremely valued asset to your group, and if you canât perform at your best, it will definitely not go unnoticed. He shoved himself further inside your mouth, and you couldnât help but gag so hard that you started to cough. You pulled yourself off and back away from him, and you continued coughing until you felt better. Hongjoong scoffed at you.
âUnbelievable.â
âJoongie pleaseâŠâ Your voice is nearly above a whisper, still trying to come back to you after having his dick deep in your throat. Your eyes are now bloodshot and watery, looking at him hoping heâll feel some sympathy and realize he's going a little too hard on you.
âYou should have thought about the consequences before flirting with that fan baby.â He shrugs and dismisses your cry for help. You braced yourself, thinking he was going to shove himself back inside your throat, but to your surprise, he pulled you up by the belt restraint, so you were standing up. He steadied you by placing his free hand on your shoulder and looking at you deep in the eyes. âYouâre lucky I actually give a shit about your career. Be thankful I donât completely ruin your fragile ass.â He tilted his head while talking to you, smirking at the end of his sentence.
âY-yes, thank you.â
âShut up. That wasnât an invitation.â He unexpectedly let go of the belt, and your arms fell down in front of you, hitting the front of your crotch. You whimpered at the impact and felt the blood rush back into your arms. He placed his hand on your shoulder and pushed you, so you fell back onto the bed. Letting out a grunt when your back made contact with the mattress. Hongjoong stepped closer to the bed and gripped onto your sweatpants.Â
âI donât want to hear another sound out of you, got it?â You opened your mouth to agree, but quickly closed it and nodded your head instead. "Finally, you got some sense knocked into you.â He pulled your sweatpants down, and you heard a soft chuckle come out of him. âMy my, youâve made a mess down here already.â You wanted to squirm, but his grip on your legs prevented you from doing so. Your struggle must have said enough because he took two of his fingers and placed them on the wet patch on your underwear. The room was quiet enough that you could hear the squishing sound of your wetness spreading even more, completely soaking your undergarments.
âYou like me treating you like this, huh?â He said as he pushed his fingers into you harder. You bit your lip to suppress the whimper that so desperately wanted to come out. His two fingers finding your clit through your underwear and massaging it delicately. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip harder. You arched your back slightly and tilted your head into the bed.
âLook at you getting all needy for me now. Bet you were not thinking about me when talking to that boy toy of yours.â His tone was so condescending. You had really pissed him off, and he was going to make sure you knew and remembered who you belonged to. He removed his fingers from your clothed pussy and pulled them down. Completely removing those and your sweatpants in the process. You felt the cold air of the room blow across your bare area and got cold chills on your body. He harshly gripped your thighs and pulled your legs further apart, completely exposing yourself to him. You felt his warm breath against you as he leaned in closer. He pushes your legs apart a little more, and you whimper at the pain of being overstretched. Hongjoong hears your whimper and slaps the side of your leg with his hand.
âI thought I told you to stay quiet.â
âS-sorry.â You muttered and felt Hongjoong slap your side again, harder than the last time. Next thing you know, he dives his tongue straight into your pussy, licking and sliding his mouth everywhere. His warm tongue collects all of your juices that have recently come out. He swirls your fluids around in his mouth and spits it right back out onto you, licking and lapping it up all over again. His nose is pushing right onto your clit. You so badly want to take your hands and grip the side of his hair, but with your hands tied, you canât. Your body writhes and squirms underneath him, and with every movement you make, you feel him pushing that side of you back down to keep you secured to the bed. He continues to lick and tongue-fuck you, too enthralled in your pussy to notice all of the soft whimpers and moans you have been letting out. You feel a knot begin to form in your lower stomach, but just as you are about to go over the edge, Hongjoong pulls away from you. You tilt your head down to look at him, breathing heavily and wondering why he stopped. He looks back at you and uses his tongue to lick your excessive fluids that have built up around his lips. Pulling his tongue back in and letting it rest against his teeth as he smirks at you, looking at him with desperation and confusion.
âOh Iâm sorry. Did you really think I was going to let you cum that easily? This is your punishment whore. Nothing good will come out of this, you hear me?âÂ
You pouted and wiggled your arms to try to prop yourself up. You just wanted to cum so badly and get this punishment over with. Hongjoong takes this time to grab your sides and flip you over onto your stomach. Your legs are still dangling off the edge of the bed, and you feel him spread your legs apart a little bit with his hands and nuzzle himself in between. He glides his hand up your right thigh and caresses your ass cheek.
âSuch a pretty ass, but itâll look even better with my handprints all over it. Wouldnât you agree?â You wiggled your hips to agree with him. He firmly grips your cheek before pulling his hand away and forcing it back down onto your ass. He watches as the skin, fat, and muscle recoil from the slap. You push your head into the bed to muffle any sounds that might come out of your mouth. Hongjoong not being satisfied with his work yet, lifted his hand up again and smacked your ass harshly for the second time. You started to feel the stinging and burning feeling. Your ass was now a pretty shade of pink, but Hongjoong was still not satisfied. He lifted his hand one more time and put all his effort into slapping your ass again. You heard him grunt as he swung his arm down. Putting all of his force into smacking you. You pushed your hips back, unintentionally asking him for more.
âItâs funny you think Iâm going to give you what you want. Really? After what you did today?â Hongjoong massaged your stinging and red cheek as he said this, and you softly moaned at the feeling. Finally being able to feel some comfort after a couple minutes of pain. Hongjoong flips you around again and leans down, placing his arms on both sides of you to support himself. He reaches for the belt restraint and takes it off of you.
âThis is not an invitation for you to touch me, got it?â
âY-yes sir.â You whispered as you nodded, looking him straight in the eyes. He smirks for a second and tosses the belt to the side of the room. He places one arm back at your side while the other hand touches his cock to guide himself into you. Instead of slamming himself inside of you like before, he slowly inserts his dick into you. Your walls swallow him, and you can feel every vein on his cock. He removes his hand from his dick as he goes further in and places it beside you on the other side.
âGod dammit youâre so tight.â He growls through gritted teeth. Pushing himself all the way, slowly. You squeeze your eyes shut as he fills you nicely. Happy to finally have his cock inside you after him edging you. Your arms were sprawled out to the side, unsure of where to put them since you canât put them on Hongjoong like you normally would.
âIâm gonna drill myself so far into you that youâll still feel me inside you days later. So you can never forget me. Huh? Remember? Youâre mine Y/N. Youâre my toy to fuck and play with. Think about that the next time you want to whore yourself out to your fans. I bet he couldnât fuck you like I could. No, he couldnât. Cause if he even remotely got close to you, heâd be gone in seconds. No one touches you except for me. You got that? MineâŠyouâre fucking mine!â Hongjoong spouts off, getting increasingly louder and harder with his thrusts. He has fully leaned his body down onto you, so you are chest to chest. His dick keeps drilling inside you, and your head is spinning. His dirty and possessive words go straight to your core.
âHongjoong-â
"Yeah, fucking say my name. Whoâs fucking you this good?â
âHongjoong!â
âThatâs right you slut!â He thrusts himself into you harder and faster. You feel your orgasm building up again. You so desperately want to grab onto his arms and hold onto him as youâre cumming. Hongjoong dives his head into your neck and kisses and nips at your skin, surely leaving little marks on your skin.
âS-stop! TomorrowâŠschedule!â You plead, trying to tell him not to mark up your skin since you have performances to do the next day.
âNo! Iâm letting all of your precious fans know youâre already taken, and there is no chance of them being able to get with you.â He mutters seductively against your neck. A few more thrusts and neck kisses, and your release bubbles out of you. You cry out his name, each one louder than the last, as you cum all over his cock. âFuck! Yeah thatâs right. Iâm the only one capable of making you cum this hard.â His thrusts are getting sloppy, and you can tell he is close to his release. He is still pounding into you, which is overstimulating you. Muttering âyeahâ and âfuckâ to himself quietly over and over again, grunting and groaning. Eventually, he fills you up with his load. Tilting his head down and panting as he tries to calm himself down. He pulls himself out of you, and you whimper. Completely fucked out and brainless at this point.
âJust to checkâŠwho do you belong to?â
âYou HongjoongâŠo-only you.â
âThatâs right. Donât forget that ever again; you got it?â
âYes Hongjoong.â
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Business Trip
husband!Nanami x f!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
Summary: Nanami hates going on business trips now that he has you in his life. Even with food and hotel expenses paid for by his company, itâs not enough to distract him from the fact that he misses you. The two of you have the perfect solution for this, which includes a vivid imagination and the help of a little, but mighty, toy. cw: sex-toy use (vibrator), phone sex, explicit sexual content, language, Nanami is a bit mean, dirty talk, use of pet-names (honey, sweetie, princess), reader is called whore and slut (endearing lol), just pure nasty smut. Authorâs Notes: More husband!Nanami smut! I was inspired to write this because I just purchased my very first vibe two weeks ago and boy, is it something. Hope you like this filth! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/cafekitsune! Tagging the lovely @liliorsstuff-blog bc I love her and Nanami is her husband. đ
Nanami has a hard time when he has to go out of town for a business trip. He never used to mind it before; in fact, he liked being sent away to a different city every once in a while, especially when the food and hotel expenses were paid for. However, ever since the two of you have been together, he dreads them because it means time away from you. And he hates being apart from you. Absolutely hates it. And to be honest, you hate it too.Â
This time, heâs sent to Osaka for a convention, staying at a swanky hotel covered by his company. He takes full advantage of this, ordering room service, indulging in a bottle or two of liquor from the mini bar. He even wraps himself in a fluffy robe after showering, sitting in bed with hair still wet at the tips. A single tap of his phone and heâs calling you, waiting a single ring for you to pick up. âHi baby!â you answer, his mood instantly lifted at the sound of your cheery voice.Â
âHow are you, princess?âÂ
âGood. Just in our room now. How was your day?â
He spends the next several minutes recounting todayâs festivities, including a funny story about him sneaking a second complimentary bento for lunch. You rant to him about your coworkersâ petty drama involving missing office supplies and stolen meals from the fridge. You both share what you ate for dinner, you complimenting the picture he sent earlier of the full spread ordered through room service. He sends you a quick snapshot of his current view of his hotel room, including his bare feet sticking out from under the robe.Â
âYour room is so nice. Look at your toes!â you laugh. âAre you going to sleep soon?â
âNot yet. Still waiting for my hair to dry.â He pauses, contemplating for a split second before asking, âAre you in bed now?â
âYup, all snuggled under the covers.â
He smiles to himself, picturing you cocooned in the thick comforter the two of you share, curled to the right side of the bed where you usually sleep. âDo you miss me?â
âOf course I do. I miss you so much.â
Without thinking, he spreads his legs wider, getting more comfortable against the pillows. âI miss you too, princess. I wish I was there with you right now.â
âMe too.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, tension hanging heavy in the static noise between you. Nanami decides to stop beating around the bush. Itâs obvious what you both want. Youâve been married long enough, together even longer, thereâs no shame or secrets anymore. âWish I could fuck you right now,â he confesses.
You moan through the speaker, thighs splayed, reaching towards your pussy. Tonight, youâre wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent lingering on the fabric, making you feel safe and secure in his absence. You sink into the cushions, whispering a breathy, âBaby.â
âTell me what youâre wearing right now.â
âJust your t-shirt and my underwear.â
âOh yeah? One of your silky ones?âÂ
You hum, confirming his suspicions as he loosens the knot of his robe, folding back the cotton to expose his hardening cock. âGod, I bet you look so good right now.â
You giggle softly, lifting the hem of the shirt past your stomach, fingers brushing your skin delicately, imagining his instead.Â
His voice is low, thick with lust. âI want to hear you come. Can you do that for me?â
âMm-hm,â you respond, slipping underneath the waistband, teasing your clit with the pad of your middle finger.Â
He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, already knowing what youâre doing. âNot with your fingers, honey. Use the vibrator, remember?â
A whine escapes your mouth while you reach for the drawer to retrieve the small toy, the one you bought recently to supplement nights alone like this. He was the first to test it out on you, though. Made sure it was good enough to satisfy your needs. The recent memory of him pressing the fluttering tip to your clit, pumping wet fingers in and out of your cunt, has you throbbing.Â
You push your panties past your knees, sliding them off completely at your ankles. With the blanket hastily stripped from your body, you spread your thighs wide, completely exposed from the waist down. A small bead of lube is just enough to get it slick. You rub the oiled tip up and down your pussy, finger on the button, anticipating the intense sensation.
âDonât turn it on yet,â he demands. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock, slow strokes to start. âTease it a little bit. Just like I do it.âÂ
Your husband always likes to take his time with you, no matter how desperate and aching for him you are. And when youâre two hundred plus miles away from each other, you predict heâs going to draw this out as long as he possibly can, both for his pleasure and yours. Not that youâre complaining.
You play with your clit, tingling bud pulsing against the smooth exterior of the vibrator. He huffs, âDonât hold back. I want you dripping onto to the sheets. Can you do that for me, honey?â
Another moan escapes your lips, envisioning the mess youâre about to make with his sultry voice guiding you through it. âI canât do it alone,â you whine, finger right on the trigger, raring to go. âHelp me, Kento.â
âIâm right here, princess. Donât worry. Just listen to me, okay? Follow my every word.â
You nod, hypnotized by each syllable uttered from his lust laden lips, like an obedient slut. Youâve almost forgotten that youâre alone in bed, convinced heâs whispering filthy instructions directly in your ear beside you, watching you unravel with the dormant toy pressed to your pussy. âCan you turn it on now, honey?âÂ
Heâs gentle and affectionate in the beginning, hiding wicked desires behind endearing pet-names. Soon, heâll start taunting you, tormenting you for being so fucking sensitive, so fucking needy. The two sides of him work together in perfect sync, angel and devil, both determined to make you lose yourself in the throes of passion. Thereâs nothing he loves more than seeing you, or in this case, hearing you, completely unhinged for him, and only him.Â
When you finally push the button, the low buzz playing in the background, he canât help but increase the pace of his strokes. He pictures your thighs open wide, the shaking tip nestled between your delicate pussy lips, the vibrations stimulating your clit, radiating down to your pointed toes. Head thrown back into the pillows, cheeks hot, tongue sticking out in that adorable dumb expression you make whenever youâre being fucked. It wonât take long for you to climax, not when heâs on the phone guiding you as he jerks his twitching cock. Just the thought of your body spasming from exhilaration is enough to get him off.Â
âThatâs it, right on your clit, honey. Does it feel good?â He knows it does, judging by how the only response he receives are your shameless moans. He chuckles, stroking himself faster. âI canât understand you, honey. Does it feel good?â Still no reply, he growls, âAnswer me.â
You choke on your spit, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. When you catch your breath, you let out a trembling, âYes!â, resulting in another sinister laugh from him.Â
âFeels so good, you canât even speak properly, can you? Too fucked out to even think, huh? Nasty slut.â His devilish side kicks in, hell-bent on hearing you orgasm, to have you coming so hard you spill onto the sheets. âI married such a whore, didnât I? Thatâs what you are, a fucking whore. Youâre so fucking slutty for me, I love it.â
Youâre a whimpering mess now, the vibe sending you into a spiral, clit aching from the relentless tremors. Thereâs not a coherent thought in your brain; youâre incapable of admitting to him that youâre close. You let him figure it out when you cry out, âFuck!â, legs quivering and stomach tight from the intense high.Â
âGive me your fucking orgasm, baby. Let me fucking hear it,â he spits out, sweat forming on his forehead. Heâs since stripped his robe off entirely, laying on top of It while he masturbates to the sounds of his precious slut doing exactly what he wants her to do. What he needs her to do.
When youâre finished, you slide the toy lower so that itâs not directly on your sensitive bud. The fluttering tip starts making soft splashing noises at your arousal, indicating just how fucking wet you are. You place the phone right on your abdomen, hoping he can hear the lewd squelches from your pussy. For the first time since you began, youâre able to formulate a proper sentence, body relaxed into the mattress. âCan you hear it, baby? Can you hear how wet I am for you?â
He definitely can. âAh, fuck,â he swears, fisting his shaft faster. His hand is not enough; it never is. But he lets his imagination do the rest for him. He knows how fucking juicy his pretty wifeâs pussy is. Your perfect, luscious pussy lips puffy from overstimulation, covered in sticky sweet cum. Heâd do anything for a taste of it right now, to run his tongue along your glistening folds, gather your slick and swallow it to quench his thirst. Dip his finger inside that gushy entrance only to stick it into his mouth, slurping every last drop. He admires the mental image before flicking his wrist with fervor, pumping his cock until he shoots his load onto his stomach.Â
The two of you stay quiet for a moment, the static noise and muted buzzing from the phone settling in the silence. Nanami looks down, inspecting the wreckage splattered across his abs, leaking down his side and onto the robe beneath. He runs his fingers through his hair, forehead tacky with perspiration, exhaling with a satisfied smile before calling out, âHoney? Are you still there?â
It's only now that he remembers that the low hum is from the vibrator, still buzzing against your supple skin. Reserved moans growing louder as you circle the toy back to your needy clit, ready for another round.Â
Nanami smirks to himself, holding the phone closer to his ear, rock hard again. Itâs going to be a long, fulfilling night.Â
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These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to (us)
(In which with bittersweet feelings, a nostalgic writer, finally writes the end of the story)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst and Fluff
Words: 7.1K
TW: Swearing, Alludes to Sexual Content
A/N: Hello my loves! I can't believe we've actually reached the end, who would have thought huh? I'm not sure if there will be an epilogue, mainly cause I don't know what I'd write but never say never. I don't really know how I feel about this chapter and if I've done the end I pictured justice but I really hope y'all like it anyways. There's a fair amount of creative liberty taken with WNBA logistics but please just accept it for the plot. Per usual, did I edit? Yes. Are there grammar mistakes and typos anyways? Yes. As always, let me know what you liked and disliked. And finally, to all my lovelies who have liked, reblogged, commented, sent in an ask, dm-ed me or simply just silently read this fic, I just wanna say thank you guys so, so, much, y'all have made writing every word worth it and I hope you enjoyed reading this as much I enjoyed writing it <3
August 2018
Paige swears, tonight, there are stars in the Minnesota night sky sheâs never seen before in her life. The summer sky has darkened with nightfall, yet the shine of the moon and its companions make it still seem ever so bright. Or maybe, itâs just the girl lying next to Paige that makes tonight feel luminescent, sparkling with the promises of something not quite like friendship that Paige has never felt before. Sheâd spent the whole day with Azzi at the Minnesota State fair, trying to suppress these new butterflies in her stomach that seemed to have taken birth over their time in Latvia. Or well, maybe theyâd been there from the start, but theyâd really only started this dance of theirs, the one that makes Paige feel all tingly when Azzi smiles, over the course of this summer.Â
âPaige itâs cold, stop hogging the blanket,â Azzi chastises, breaking Paige from a trance, as she tugs on the pink and purple blanket covering the two of them, âI knew we should have brought two of them.â
âItâs barely on meâ Paige argues for the sake of arguing but she shifts anyway to allow the younger girl to pull the blanket, so clearly meant for one person, a little more towards her, âbesides, itâs about sharing body heat.â
âYouâre not even warm enough to share body heat,â Azzi mocks as she makes a show of tracing a finger down Paigeâs arm and everything in the blonde feels like itâs been lit on fire at the touch. And she wonders if Azzi feels it too, the electricity, the sparks of this could ruin me that scatter through her veins before finding themselves setting her heart ablaze. Itâs too much and Paige shakes Azziâs hand off with a little more force than she means too.Â
When Azzi sends her questioning look, she splutters through an excuse, âyour hands are cold too. Can we just do the boring shit weâre here to do.â
"Stargazing is not boring,â Azzi says indignantly, opening the little stargazing booklet sheâd brought with her, flicking through the pages looking for something specific.Â
To be honest, sitting still in an open field and squinting at the sky trying to figure out a distant constellation isnât really Paigeâs brand of entertainment. Sheâs a fidgety person by nature, constantly embroiled in the urge to be moving. But Azzi had brought it up the other day, with pleading eyes and a hopeful grin and well, sometimes it felt sinful to deny Azzi of anything she wants. And thatâs how theyâd ended up at a campsite, not too far from the State fair, lying on the grass, heads tilted towards each other, with a single blanket shielding them from the summer breeze.Â
âOkay,â Azzi says after a while, using her fingers to point out a pattern in the sky, âI think that oneâs Cassiopeia.â
âIf you say so,â Paige nods, not really sure what sheâs supposed to be looking at.Â
âPaaaaige,â Azzi whines, âfocus.â
âDude I can barely see anything, the fuck am I supposed to focus o-â
Before Paige can finish her sentence, she feels herself being pulled by the younger girl, the side of her body fitting into the crookâs of Azziâs like a perfect puzzle piece. She looks over at the brunette, and the protest dies on the tip of her tongue, as she realises just how close Azzi is to her now, all semblance of air leaving her lungs. Paige gulps, eyes tracing every inch of her best friendâs face, stopping of their own accord at Azziâs lips, before guiltily flashing back to meet the younger girlâs eyes which are just as focused on Paige. And it feels like thereâs no force in this world right now that could make either of them look away. Except maybe the force of friends donât do this.Â
âJust focus,â Azzi breaks contact first, turning her face back at the stars, before gently grabbing hold of Paigeâs hand so she can guide it in the pattern of the constellation. And Paige still doesnât really see it, doesnât even particularly care about seeing it, but if it gets Azzi to hold her hand, soft skin putting light pressure against her palm, she thinks sheâll try to see some random lines in the sky forever.Â
âItâs pretty.â
âYou donât see it do you?â
âNope,â Paigeâs grin widens when Azzi chuckles, shaking her head fondly. Something in her blooms, delighted at being the reason for that. And sheâs always prided herself in being funny, she thinks of herself as a little bit of a comedian really, but sheâs never wanted to make anyone laugh quite as much as she wants to make Azzi laugh.Â
âWell thatâs enough stargazing for us then,â Azzi rolls her eyes, closing her little booklet and making a move to sit up but Paige is quicker, pulling the younger girl back down and interlocking their fingers. Her own overeagerness causes a tinge of embarrassment to race up her cheeks, and she hopes itâs dark enough that Azzi wonât see the pale pink blush taking over her face.Â
âItâs peaceful out here,â she says quietly, sounding shy even to her own ears and she canât help but wonder when the hell that happened, âyou wanna stay a little longer?â
âYeah okay letâs stay longer,,â Azzi agrees and sometimes when Azzi speaks like that, her voice lyrically soft with a secret smile hidden in it, Paige wonders if maybe it would be okay to hope for, to feel something more because maybe, just maybe, Azzi feels it too.Â
âYou know you should come to the state championship,â Paige says after a second of silence, trying to keep her voice nonchalant but she can hear the wishfulness bleeding into it anyways.Â
Azzi raises an eyebrow, âisnât that in March? Thatâs like months and months away.â
âYeah but- well-â Paige shrugs, cheeks burning just a little bit, âyou probably wanna book in advance cause like tickets and stuff you know?â
âYou donât even know if youâll be in the state championship. Thereâs still a whole season to go.â
âOh I know. I know weâre definitely gonna be there.â Paige smirks, cockiness back in full-fledged form.Â
âThen Iâll be there,â Azzi says, as if itâs the simplest thing in the world, âyou better win though Bueckers.â
âWatch me,â and sheâs jutting her chest out in arrogance sure, but really everything inside her is swelling with something else, a feeling sheâs starting to understand a little too well, a feeling that terrifies her, a feeling she doesnât think sheâs quite ready to let herself feel yet, âit would be nice you know, to win a championship together at some point.â
âI donât think my parents would be on board with moving to Minnesota.â
âIâm sure I could convince them,â Paige feels a little giddy at the thought, âbut I meant more like college, like UConn.â
Itâs a topic theyâve stumbled upon a couple of times, with each other, and with the other girls at Team USA. And as much as Paige would love for her other teammates to follow her to her dream school, sheâs practical enough to know they might have other priorities. But the thing is that with the rest of the girls, itâs just something sheâd like to happen but with Azzi, now that Paige has said it out loud, sheâs beginning to realise how desperately she wants that, her and Azzi, on the same team, fighting the same battles and winning the same wars, together.Â
âDonât think you can win a national championship without me Bueckers?â Azzi smirks, twisting her head towards Paige, eyebrows cocked in arrogance.Â
âOf course I can,â Paigeâs face softens, the vulnerability that only ever seems to come out around her best friend seeping on to her features, âbut I think it would be fun to win one with you. Someday.â
âSomeday, â Azzi whispers back, giving Paigeâs hand a light squeeze, and then her eyes widen at the sky, âholy shit is that a shooting star? Oh my god Paige look up, quick, itâs beautiful.â
In the dark of the night, a rare flicker of gold shoots across the obsidian Minnesota sky. Paige has never seen one before but it seems fitting really, that sheâd see one tonight.Â
âWe have to make a wish,â she whispers and Azzi, never one to really believe, rolls her eyes but she follows Paigeâs lead, closing her eyes. And the thing is Paige could wish for a lot of things really, but she finds herself thinking of only one word that sums up all she could ever want: someday.
***
August 2026Â
Theyâve been playing against each other for years now and yet the thrill of the face-off still hasnât quite worn off. Back in the handful of games in high school, it had been quickfire friendly trash talk, two best friends going at it like the competitors they were. College had been drastically different, each game, each play, underlined with the tension of two people who still hadnât quite figured it out. But Paige thinks her favourite version of them as opponents is definitely this one, the one where they might be on different teams in the WNBA, but off the court, they both know theyâre on the same side, together.Â
Their relationship isnât quite a secret; it would have been impossible to hide if after the kiss at the 2025 national championship. But theyâd kept as quiet about it as possible, skillfully dodging media questions, wanting to shelter it from the prying eyes of the public. It makes playing each other on national television, just that little bit more entertaining, trying to keep things as cordial as possible. If Paigeâs hands end up just a little too close to Azziâs waist, lingering a little longer than necessary against the patch of skin sheâd marked with a hickey earlier this morning, and it makes the younger girl shiver, then thatâs just a tactic to win. And if Azzi breathes seductive thoughts of what sheâd like to do after the game when guarding Paige, and it makes the blonde want to turn around and kiss the smirk off of her girlfriendâs lips, well thatâs just another innovative defensive strategy.Â
âBe a good girl for me and move,â Paige whispers, the double entendre in her voice apparent, as she tries to dribble the ball past Azzi. Thereâs only a minute or so left in the last meeting of the regular season between Paigeâs Lynx and Azziâs Mystics -funny how that had worked out-Â and the score is painfully close, with the Mystics closing in on the Lynxâs two point-lead.Â
âAlways a good girl for you P,â Azzi smirks, her voice the quietest it could possibly be, but Paige hears her next words like theyâre on a loudspeaker in the area, âitâs why Iâm wearing your favourite purple panties.â
It takes a second, a second where Paigeâs eyes gloss over with lust, as her mind rushes back to the last time sheâd seen, the last time sheâd touched the silky undergarment, for the ball to be stolen from her hands. Sheâs a step too slow to recover and by that time Azziâs already scored the easy lay-up to tie up the game, a mischievous grin adorning her normally stoic game face.Â
On the other end of the court, Napheesa draws a foul and Paige and Azzi end up next to each for free throws. Paige is seething, unsure if the heat curling up her spine is from the game or the girl standing next to her.Â
âSorry baby, allâs fair in love and war right?â Azzi teases, pinky brushing against the blondeâs, âIâll make it up to you later if you want.â
âYouâre such a fucking menace,â Paige practically growls. She does want, in fact sheâd like it right now if it was possible. Two years theyâve been together, longer if you count the inbetween, and still, every time Azzi lights a match, Paige feels herself burn just as brightly as the first time sheâd felt that magnetic pull.Â
âLearnt from the best,â Azzi hums with a grin as Napheesa hits both free throws.Â
The rest of the game passes in a blur of frenzied shots and hurried fouls but the Lynx pull out an eventual, much-needed win, to better their chances of clinching a higher seed in the playoffs. After missing the playoffs in 2024, the Lynx, despite having relatively low odds, had secured the no.1 pick and there had never really been a doubt that they would pick Paige. Sheâd helped the team get back to the playoffs last season but they hadnât made it out of the first round. A championship doesnât seem quite possible yet, but Paige has her fingers crossed that theyâd at least make it to a semi-final this time.Â
âThe two of you are terrible at this,â Aaliyahâs the first person to hug Paige during the handshake line, âI thought youâd jump each otherâs bones in the middle of the game today.â
âWeâre not that bad,â Paige rolls her eyes at her former teammate. She high-fives a few more of the Mystics team until she gets to Azzi, whoâs already smiling, despite the loss. The cameras are quick to crowd them, clearly wanting a more sensational picture than the one theyâre likely to get. Still, despite the unwanted attention, Paige lets herself nestle into the crook of Azziâs neck.Â
âYou owe me twice tonight,â she whispers into the younger girlâs ear, âone for the win and one for that bullshit you pulled on the court tonight.â
Azziâs voice is breathless when she replies, âI can give you way more than two.â
âIs that a challenge?â
âItâs a promise.â
***
âWith the new rules, after this season youâll be a free agent, have you given any thought to that?â
Waiting for the Lynxâs turn in the media room, Paige hadnât been paying much attention to the questions being asked to the Mystics players, her focus solely on how hot her girlfriend always looked post games. But the words âfree agentâ pique her interest. The W had changed the rookie contract rules for first round draftees to two years and that meant both Paige and Azzi would be free agents after this year. But while it hadnât reached the media quite yet, the Lynx were likely to use their core designation on Paige. Which meant the only one of them making any decision about next season would be Azzi. It was a subject the two of them were cautiously tip-toeing around, using the shield of distance to avoid talking about what it could mean for them.Â
âIâm focused on the season, this team and the rest of our games. Iâm not really thinking about the future,â Azzi answers diplomatically.Â
âYouâve obviously got very strong ties to the DC area but you also went to UCLA, if the Sparks or maybe even the Valkyries, considering your connection to Steph Curry, were interested, and there have been rumours that they are, would you consider it?â the same reporter prods.Â
âAgain, Iâm not currently thinking about any of that,â to anyone else Azzi probably sounds neutral but Paige has studied the sheet music of Azziâs voice to the point where she knows whatâs hidden behind every note, behind every little indent. The tinge of irritation is masked by a smile, but the line of questioning is clearly unappreciated.Â
âAnd what about the Lynx?â the persistently oblivious reporter continues and this time Paige sucks in a breath, âyou have some ties to that team don't you? Have you given some thought to maybe going there?â
Azziâs eye twitches ever so slightly, âthe Lynx just beat my team. The only thoughts I have right now are about how to beat them next time.â
That elicits a laugh from the media and finally the rather obtuse reporters seem to understand that heâs not going to be able to pry anything newsworthy from Azziâs mouth. But even if he hasnât achieved his desired effect, heâs succeeded in making Paigeâs mind start running in circles. She hadnât let herself think about it yet, the potential of Azzi joining the Lynx, the potential of playing with Azzi, the potential of finally just being with Azzi. Because facing the potential for all of that, facing all the things she wants means also facing the potential that maybe Azzi doesnât want any of that.Â
***
The air in Paigeâs living room is thick with a suffocating tension as she and Azzi sit on opposite ends of the couch. It reminds Paige a little bit of the before, a dreaded version of them sheâd foolishly thought they grown out of, until something reminiscent of their past problems had reared its ugly head, and suddenly it feels a bit like sheâs playing a losing game.Â
âWill you please stop that,â she bites out, referring to where Azziâs foot is incessantly tapping on the wooden floors, âitâs giving me a headache.â
Azziâs eyes narrow, flashing with irritation, âis it my tapping or the alcohol giving you a headache Paige?â
âI didnât even drink that much,â Paige says through gritted teeth and Azzi scoffs.Â
Itâs a lie. After both teams were done with post game pressers, she, Azzi and a couple of the other girls had ended up at a local bar as they often did when the other team didnât have to fly out til the next day. Paige had been tense the whole evening and trying to pretend not to be, especially when Azzi could see right through her façade, had only made the whole thing worse. She wasnât one to drink too much, always happy just being sufficiently tipsy but then sheâd gotten in her head too much. And when the first shot didnât quite hit the way she needed it to, sheâd kept on going, receiving worried looks from all the girls, until Azzi had finally stepped in. The ride back from the bar had been a sobering experience, one look at Azziâs stoic face, giving away her irritation.Â
âThatâs why you still reek of tequila?âÂ
âHow the fuck would you know? You havenât come near me all night.âÂ
âDonât you dare try and turn this on me Paige. I tried to talk to you all night til you decided you wanted to act like freshman frat boy,â Azzi spits out, hurt and anger colliding in her voice, âwe barely get to spend time together during the season and the one night in forever that we do, you pull this shit?â
They havenât had an argument like this since theyâve been officially together, the kind of argument that has them balancing on a delicate tight rope, too afraid to take a step backwards in their relationship, and too prideful to take a step forward towards each other.Â
âI didnât think you cared about spending time together during the season,â Paige accuses and thereâs a sensible part of her, one thatâs currently being held captive by the dangers of liquor, that knows itâs a ridiculous allegation.Â
Azzi stares at her, lips opening and closing in disbelief, âexcuse me?â
âItâs pretty simple really Azzi. If you wanna spend the whole season together, the option is right fucking there, but I- I canât even tell if youâre interested in taking it,â Paige is pacing now, teeth gnawing at her lips like they always do when sheâs nervous.Â
âWhat- what are you even talking about?â Azzi asks, clearly confused.Â
âFree fucking agency. They asked you about it and you said you hadnât thought about it at all. Thatâs really great to hear Az, really great to know you havenât thought about how that could literally change our whole fucking life,â and even as the words waterfall out of her mouth, Paige knows sheâs being unreasonable, but the mix of stress and alcohol churning in her stomach is just enough to keep her from taking the words back.Â
âI didnât- thatâs not even what I said. Jesus fucking christ Paige,â Azzi rubs her face, looking defeated.
âSo you have thought about it then?â
âOf course Iâve thought about it, â Azzi throws her hands up, âbut I wasnât gonna tell the media about all of that. But you- you seriously think I havenât thought about what this means for us? You donât- do you really think Iâm not thinking about you- about us- while trying to make this decision?â
âWell you definitely didnât think of me- of us- when you chose UCLA,â Paigeâs eyes widen at her own words, knowing immediately that of all things she could have said, those were the worst ones, âI- I didnât mean it like that.â
In front of her, Azzi has gone deathly still, face completely devoid of emotion, until the first tear drops and all of Paigeâs anger dissipates, the guilt clawing back with full force.Â
âI thought we were over that,â Azzi whispers, voice trembling, as she looks down at her hands, âbut maybe weâll never be over that.â
âWe are,â Paige sinks to her knees in front of the younger girl, tugging Azziâs hands into her own, âwe are over it. I just- it just slipped out.â
Azziâs quiet for a moment before she pulls her hands out of the blondeâs grip, sidestepping her as she stands up and Paige feels empty and cold and just a little bit broken.Â
âAre you leaving?â she whispers, peering up at Azzi through tear soaked eyelashes.Â
âI think I should, before anything else just slips out,â Paige flinches and Azziâs expression softens, âI know- I know you didnât mean it like that but I just- I need some space.â
Panic filters into Paigeâs lungs, wrapping its dirty hands and squeezing so tight that she can barely breathe. Sheâs not sure when sheâll see Azzi again, now that thereâs no more Lynx-Mystics games left in the regular season and itâs unlikely with their expected seedings that theyâd meet at some point in the playoffs. Itâs not like distance is new to them, but in the last two years, theyâve only ever said goodbye with an i love you attached to the end.Â
âAre you-,â Paige gasps for air, âare you leaving me?â
And it must be written all over Paige's face, just how petrified she is of this moment, because that's all it takes for Azzi to rush back into Paigeâs space, hands cupping her cheeks, âoh baby of course not. I just- youâre still drunk and Iâm upset and I donât want us to say anything we donât mean. And I- need time to think about free agency and I think you- you need time to think about why that slipped out.â
Paige sighs, melting into Azziâs touch as the knots in her stomach begin to untangle themselves, âyouâre so logical.â
âSomeone has to be,â a half-smile flitters across the younger girlâs face as she wipes at Paigeâs tears, âweâll figure this out okay? Just- just give me a little bit of time.â
Give me time. Itâs a familiar line, so similar to what Azzi had asked for when she was making a decision about college and Paige would be lying if she said there isnât a part of her thatâs terrified fate is going to make them repeat the same mistakes. But part of growing up, Paige surmises, is letting time test you with the same trials and tribulations, and the next time, coming out of the other end on the right side.Â
And so she squeezes Azziâs hand, matching the younger girl's half smile, with a soothing one of her own, âokay.â
***
November 2027Â
Paige doesn't know when she ended up in a love triangle with Azzi and the state of California but she wishes she was competing against an actual person. At least then she could throw a punch at the other guy. The W season is barely over and it seems like every front office has thrown themselves headfirst into convincing free agents to join their team. Thereâs a couple of teams interested in Azzi, but no one seems to be trying harder than the Los Angeles Sparks. Paige thinks whoever gave that city a name meaning âthe angelsâ could not have been more wrong because really itâs a city full of devils constantly trying to steal her girl and no sheâs not being dramatic.Â
Theyâre supposed to be leaving for thanksgiving dinner when Azziâs phone rings and Paige canât help but roll her eyes when Cameron Brinkâs name flashes on the CallerID. The Sparks seemed to have put her as head of their recruiting Azzi campaign and Cam had been diligently doing her part.Â
âAzzi, Camâs calling again,â Paige yells out to her girlfriend whoâs still not quite finished getting ready.
âCan you pick it up?â
âDo I have to?â
âPaige,â Azzi whines and Paige sighs, hitting the green answering button.Â
âThe amount of times youâve called my girlfriend this week, Brink, should I be concerned?â
âJealous Iâm replacing you as her favourite blonde?â Camâs voice always sounds like sheâs smiling and Paige canât help her own smile. Goddamn Cameron Brink for always being the sweetest soul on this planet.Â
âAs if,â Paige scoffs, âitâs a holiday Cam, give the recruiting a rest.â
âHey, Iâm just calling to wish her a happy thanksgiving,â Cam defends.Â
âMmmhmm whereâs my thanksgiving wish?â
âOh please, the two of you are basically a unit. Wishing her is wishing you,â Cam is quiet for a second before speaking again, âthe Sparks would be a good fit for her Paige.â
Paige sucks in a sharp breath, âIâm not the one youâre gonna have to convince.â
âI know but you know your opinion means a lot to her. I know you want her in Minnesota and she'd be good there too and I- I know it isnât my place to say any of this but just- just donât discourage her from doing whatâs best for her,â thereâs not a hint of malice in Camâs words, there never is, but they pierce at Paigeâs skin anyways.Â
âOkay Iâm ready, hand me the phone,â sheâs saved from having to answer by Azzi waltzing into the living room and prying the phone from her hands.Â
Paige watches silently as Azzi talks animatedly with Cam, noticing the way her girlfriendâs smile widens while talking about certain spots in L.A. Theyâd subconsciously decided not to breach the subject of free agency after that night. Paige hadnât interfered in any of the Lynxâs conversations with Azzi, deciding that this time, sheâd stay out of it. It hadnât been easy, every little bit of her itching to pitch why the Lynx were the perfect fit, why Paige was the perfect fit, but she was determined to give Azzi the space -the time- sheâd wanted. This time sheâd leave the choice solely up to Azzi and whatever she decided, Paige would find her happiness in that.Â
âPaige you ready to go,â Azzi waves a hand in front of Paigeâs face, eyebrows raised in question when the older girl doesnât make a move to get off the sofa, âhey, you good?â
âCam says the Sparks would be a good fit,â Azzi stiffens at Paigeâs words.Â
âPaige-â
âSheâs right,â Paige concedes, fingers fidgeting as she averts Azziâs gaze.Â
The younger girl blinks at her, clearly not having expected that, âshe is?â
âYeah. They need a shooting guard and you,â Paige smiles, reaching out to pull Azzi onto the couch with her, âyouâre the best there is.â
âI wouldnât go that far-â
âYou are to me and itâs why I want you on the Lynx,â they both let out a breath with that. Itâs not a secret of course but Paige hasnât said it out loud before.Â
âPaige-â
âBut itâs okay if you don't wanna be on the Lynx, if you wanna be on the Sparks or stay here with the Mystics or on any other team, if you think itâs the right move for you and for your career then thatâs fine. Itâs okay and you donât- you donât need my permission or anything of course but I just- whatever you decide, Iâll support it okay? What I said that night about UCLA-Â it wasn't- it wasnât about you. I thought about it like you asked me to and itâs me. I was scared that I would fuck it up again and Iâd lose you again-â
âYou wonât,â Azzi grabs Paigeâs hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, âI wonât let you.â
âI know. I know now that whatever happens, weâll be okay. And so you can choose whatever team you want and it wonât- it wonât affect us, I promise. It wonât be like last time I swear. When you make your decision- I just- I donât want you to make it for me or for us, cause you and me? Baby weâll be just fine no matter what. Wherever you go and wherever I am, weâll make it work, just as we have for the last two years,â Paige smirks, âbesides I kinda enjoy kicking your ass.â
Azzi lets out a snort as she climbs onto Paigeâs lap, thighs straddling her hips, âyou really had to ruin it with that last part huh?â
âWas getting a little too sappy for me,â Paige mumbles and when she looks up, the emotions floating in Azziâs eyes make Paigeâs heart stutter. Because no one else gets this Azzi. This Azzi, who wears her heart on her sleeve, who lets her walls down, only for Paigeâs eyes to see, only for Paigeâs mind to memorise, only for Paigeâs heart to keep.Â
âYou mean it?â Azzi whispers, brushing a strand of hair out of Paigeâs face, touching lingering, âyouâd be okay with anything?â
âYeah, yeah I do,â Paige cups Azziâs cheeks, brushing her lips against the younger girlâs, âwhatever you choose, weâll be fine. No matter what, I believe in us.â
***
January 2028
Paige groans when her phone rings at 2 a.m., fumbling around in the dark trying to answer it.Â
âI swear you better be dying if youâre calling me this late,â she grumbles into the phone, voice scratchy with sleep.Â
âNot quite,â Azzi says, and Paigeâs eyebrows furrow at the amount of background noise she can hear behind her girlfriend.Â
âDude where the hell are you at 3 in the morning?â she asks, now a little more awake as she sits up.Â
âI uh- I had a bit of a revelation,â and Paige can practically picture Azzi, wherever she might be, fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lips.Â
âThat doesnât explain anything.â
âI know. I know. Shit, I was supposed to do this in person. I had a whole plan but apparently being with you has made me impatient,â Azzi rambles.Â
âYouâre still not making any sense,â but Paigeâs heart is starting to beat erratically fast in anticipation.Â
âI had this realisation while I was in the gym today, it was really quiet and peaceful and I was fine you know- all day I was fine- just doing daily routines and then I just- I missed you. I miss you all the time do you know that?â
Paige does know, knows it far too well. Sometimes she thinks missing Azzi comes as naturally as breathing, an innate part of her day to day, a constant ache that sheâs felt since she was 15.Â
âI miss you too,â she whispers.Â
âAnd Iâve learned to survive with that feeling, with missing you constantly. I mean itâs been more than 10 years at this point, how could I not? But what I realised today is that just because I can- just because I can live missing you- doesnât mean I want to.â
âWhat are you saying Azzi?â
âDC is my childhood. My family is close to there, itâs part of where I grew up. Itâll always be my first home. And LA is where I found myself, my identity, and for a while it felt like home too.â
âAzzi,â Paige breathes out, hands gripping the phone as tight as possible, wrapping that one syllable in emblems of give me forever.Â
âBut my forever home isnât in DC or LA and itâs not really in any other place either because- Jesus this might be the clichĂ©st thing Iâve ever said but-,â Azzi lets out a chuckle, âmy home is wherever you are Paige. Wherever weâre together, thatâs home.â
It feels a little bit like the end of a drought, the wetness on Paigeâs cheeks like the rain that comes after. In the pitch black of her room, phone clutched closely to her ear with Azziâs words floating through it like a swan song, Paige swears sheâs never felt the world glow quite like this before.Â
âAre you saying what I think youâre saying?â
âBeating your ass has been fun as hell but I think weâd make a pretty good team Bueckers.â
And itâs a good thing Paigeâs walls are soundproof because the delighted whoop she lets out practically vibrates around the room, all previous wisps of tiredness completely gone from her body. Azzi lets out a tearful laugh and Paige wishes they were together right now so she could tattoo this happiness onto both of their skins.Â
âThe greatest team ever,â Paige affirms, âWhen are you com-â
âAttention passengers Delta Airlines Flight 1248 to Minneapolis will be boarding soon, please have your passport and ticket ready to check at the gate.â
âAbout that,â Azzi says shyly as Paigeâs mouth drops open at the announcement, âI uh- I had a moment of spontaneity.â
âWho the hell are you and what have you done with my overthinking girlfriend?â Paige demands and Azzi giggles on the other end of line.
âI know itâs last minute, like really last minute and it was meant to be a surprise actually but I just- I really wanna see you. Is that okay?â
âIs that okay? Fuck Azzi, itâs all I want. Baby,â Paige breathes out softly, âcome home.â
***Â
Time isnât going nearly fast enough Paige thinks as she checks the arrivals board for the nth time. Sheâd tried for about four seconds to fall back asleep after hanging up the phone but her entire body had been buzzing with excitement. And so sheâd gotten to the airport far earlier than necessary, and had maybe one too many cups of coffee if the jittery shake in her left hand is anything to go by.
She swears she feels her before she sees her. The air is electric as if the whole city, the whole state is waiting for Azzi too, for them to get their elusive forever. This moment feels like years in the making, and Paige is ready, ready to grasp it and make it hers. And then thereâs Azzi, a clearly chosen-at-last minute wrinkled t-shirt, eyes drooping from the tiredness from not having slept all night, baby hairs in a frenzy across her forehead. To Paige, sheâs still the prettiest girl in the entire universe.Â
Azziâs eyes scan through the airport until they land on Paige, a dazzling smile illuminating her exhausted features. Itâs the exact same smile that Paige had first elicited from her on the flight back from Argentina when sheâd told Azzi she had a feeling they'd make great friends. Itâs her Paige smile. The world is still for a second, everything melting away except them and the whispers of the journey it had taken them to get to this point. Every delicately placed step towards each other feels like an ode to every year theyâd spent apart. And then Paige is running, not caring about everyone else around her. She jumps into Azziâs arm, all 6 feet of her, tangling her legs around the younger girl's waist while her arms fasten around the neck. It forces Azzi to let go of her small carry-on, not caring that it falls to the floor with a thud, as her hands wrap around Paigeâs back, steadying her girlfriendâs weight on top of her.Â
âYouâre here,â Paige whispers, still a little in disbelief, âyouâre really here.â
âIâve been in Minny plenty of times before,â Azzi quips, adjusting her balance to properly hold the girl clinging to her like a koala.Â
âShut up you know what I mean. Youâre here forever this time.â
âWell I donât know about forever- OW,â Azzi shrieks, as Paige pinches her arm, âdo you want me to drop you woman?â
âYouâre never allowed to leave.â
âThat sounds vaguely threatening.â
âGood because it definitely is a threat,â Paige says before pulling Azzi into a searing kiss, âwelcome home baby.â
***
October 2028Â
There are moments in life you remember forever. Sometimes you know theyâre going to happen, sometimes they take you off guard and sometimes, itâs a combination of both. The Minnesota Lynxâs journey to the WNBA finals this season had always felt inevitable but the journey there, for a team that had unexpectedly fallen to the 4-seed despite pre-season clamour of them being number one, had been filled with bitter losses and moments of pure uncertainty. In a way, it perfectly mirrors Paige and Azziâs relationship.Â
Thereâs 11 seconds separating the Lynx from their 5th championship trophy as they lead the Sky by two points. The crowd is up on their feet, ready for their cheering to turn into roars the minute the final buzzer rings. Paige has the ball in her hands on the inbound, Coach Reeves yelling at her from the bench what to do, as she makes eye contact with Azzi. There are no words, not even a gesture that the other team might be able to interpret, but they know exactly what play theyâre about to run.
Truth be told it hadnât been the seamless transition the two of them had expected when Azzi joined the Lynx. Theyâd been naive to think years of not playing together wouldnât have affected the backcourt chemistry theyâd had almost instantly once upon a time. The first few games, there had been an embarrassing disconnect between the two of them that had resulted in a nasty berating from Coach Reeves and a subsequent argument between the two of them that had lasted into the next morning. It had taken several more practices, and a couple more games of flailing around, for them to finally become the duo Paige had always known they would.Â
The game buzzer beeps and Paige throws the ball to Azzi who immediately returns it back to her, and then sheâs running off screen after screen to get herself open on the wing, her sweet spot. Paige dribble penetrates into the paint, dragging an extra defender with her as they try to prevent her from getting a layup, the other defender blocks her from stepping back into a pull-up. Azziâs defender has a momentary lapse in judgement, falling for the age-old trick of thinking she should help on defence, and thatâs all it takes. A second for Paige to see Azzi open on the corner and pass it to her. A second for Azzi to shoot it.Â
The three-pointer falls through the next with a perfect swish. Dagger shot.Â
A small smile flits across Azziâs face, the only emotion sheâs shown all game and Paige canât help the much larger grin that starts to flash on her own face. She can almost taste victory on the tip of her tongue, the two seconds left in the game are the only thing separating her from finally getting her version of the things we live for. Behind her she can hear Coach Reeves yelling at them to not foul, the 5-point lead enough of a cushion for them to withstand a last minute shot. But the Sky barely make it over midcourt and when Marina Mabrey heaves up a last second prayer, Paige doesnât bother to see if it goes in as the buzzer sounds throughout Target Arena. The Minnesota crowd explodes in noise and colour as confetti falls from the sky.Â
Despite the chaos of everything, Paige has never seen Azzi clearer than in this moment. Since sheâd met the girl, in all of Paigeâs prayers about winning a championship, one thing had always been constant, that when theyâd come true, theyâd come true with Azzi by her side. And she had been. The high school state champion, the college national championship, Azzi had been there for both but on the bleachers, as a spectator and as Paigeâs biggest fan. But this, winning a championship with Azzi as her teammate, as her ally, as her partner, means something more. This win is theirs.Â
âDo you remember when we saw that shooting star?â Azzi says softly, as they find their way into each otherâs arms, not caring that thereâs a thousand cameras capturing their every move. Paige pulls Azzi closer to her, every inch of her body pressing into the other girls until sheâs not sure where she begins and where Azzi ends.Â
âThat was years ago,â Paige remarks but she can see it clearly, two young girls underneath the stars, unaware of what their future would be but sure that the other would be in it. Those girls would probably laugh at how long it had taken Paige and Azzi to figure out what had seemed so simple back then.Â
âYeah, yeah it was. Do you remember what you wished for?â Azzi asks, smiling when Paige nods, âdo you wanna know what I wished for?â
âWhat did you wish for Az?â
âBefore we saw the star you- you said itâd be nice to win a championship together someday. And so I-,â Azzi looks down shyly, âso I wished for someday. I wished for today.â
Paige stares at Azzi, drinking in the sincerity on the shooting guardâs face, silently letting herself absorb the meaning of Azziâs words. And then she lets out a laugh because of course of course.Â
âI didnât realise Iâd said anything funny for you to be laughing at me,â Azzi scrunches her nose, looking slightly offended.Â
âGod baby no,â Paige cups Azziâs face, and she thinks this smile on her face will last forever as long as this is her reality, âIâm not laughing at you. I just- do you know what I wished for?âÂ
Azzi shakes her head.Â
âThis. The same exact thing you did. For someday.â
Itâs not quite the shade of blue Paige had imagined them in, the Lynx blue its own shade, something inbetween UConnâs navy one and UCLAâs sky one. But itâs perfect nonetheless. And when Azzi crashes her lips against Paigeâs, someday feels a lot like forever and always.
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Best Kept Secret
chapter twenty five : wedding bells
ao3 link âż series masterlist â© main masterlist â§
pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader
rating : 18+ mdni
word count : 11.7k
summary : a plan to finally leave Naboo is set in motion.
warnings, etc. : language, smut, angst, canon typical violence, allusions to sexual assault, threatened sexual assault (a guy threatens reader, and is gross), vomit (reader pukes once, it isn't described in detail), oral f!receiving, p in v, creampie, din's breeding kink, teasing, orgasm delay, probably other things i missed sorry
a/n : genuinely sorry about how long this took, it's been a pretty rough month for me and it's been hard to focus, especially when i'm also trying to keep up with kinktober, i promise in november. my upload schedule will do back to normal. i've sort of been dreading writing this chapter for a long time just because i've known how i've wanted it to go for so long and i just wanted it to be right, double apologies bc idk when the next chapter will be out because it's gonna be a double release but i will keep everyone posted. also i super rushed the edit on this so like if there's a big glaring error feel free to message me about it.
comments and reblogs are appreciated !!
Four days of Leo.Â
You were upset that Din was leaving you but you got over it rather quickly with the promise of his hasty return.Â
The morning heâd left youâd gone back to bed, you couldnât think of anything to do without him so you just slept, dismissing the girls when they came to dress you. Your makeshift bed is colder than ever as you toss and turn for a few minutes before finally rising. You managed to find a dress that wouldnât require much assistance to put on, stepping into it before leaving only to find Leodall waiting outside your door.Â
âCan I help you?â You give him a perplexed look as he clears his throat.Â
âIâve been tasked with protecting you while the Mandalorian is away.âÂ
What the hell is Leo supposed to do if youâre in danger?
âIs this Kodoâs doing?â You fight back the frown that threatens to form on your face.
âNo maâam. The Mandalorian instructed me to keep an eye on you.âÂ
Bastard.Â
Of course he didnât tell you Leo was going to be watching you while he was gone, he knew youâd be livid, which you are. You know better than to fight this, Leoâs terrified of Din, heâll do whatever he asks of him. With a sigh you begin to make your way to the library, hearing his flustered steps behind you.Â
You donât want to be stuck with him in the library all day so you simply grab a handful of books before making a hasty return to your room. Much to your chagrin, he follows you in, keeping a watchful eye on you as you read.Â
He does all sorts of nonsense.
He sweeps, and dusts, and fusses. Nothing is ever clean enough for him. You tell him itâs fine dozens of times but he just wonât stop insisting. He takes the sheets off the bed to be washed despite you telling him you donât even sleep there.Â
His orange complexion goes damn near white when he discovers that youâve been sleeping on the closet floor. You explain to him with as much patience as you can muster that nothing he can do will stop you from sleeping in there and you find a compromise where he thoroughly washes every single blanket, sheet, and pillow while you try not to scowl at him.Â
And he wonât stop talking.Â
He doesnât seem to take the hint. You can sigh and groan as much as you want to when you look up over your book at him but he just keeps going.Â
The only time he goes silent is when you have to attend dinner with your husband. Leo accompanies you as Din would, standing behind you as you take your seat at the dining hall table.
Kodo looks⊠tired?Â
Youâve seen plenty of emotions on that smug face of his, but exhaustion? Never.Â
âLetâs make this quick.â He doesnât even look at you as he takes a swig of whateverâs in his mug. You donât grace him with a verbal response, just a nod and a hum as you take a sip from your own glass, hoping the water will soothe your nerves.Â
They donât even bring out any food as he writes something down, shuffling through the papers in front of him.Â
âI donât have a lot of time todayâŠâ He finally looks up at you, there are bags under his eyes and you canât help but wonder whatâs gotten to a man who seemingly cares about nothing. âLetâs get started, shall we?â He sits up a little straighter, giving you that smile youâve grown to hate more than anything else in this castle. âMy father is ill.âÂ
âIâm so sorry, my prince.â Your sympathies are emotionless, you donât remember what his father is like. If heâs anything like the rest of his relatives youâre certain you wouldnât care for him.Â
âDonât be, this is a good thing.â Of course his fatherâs sickness would be a positive to him. âTheyâve already transferred many of his royal duties over to me.â Hence the exhaustion. âThis is a very good thing, wife. You could be queen by the end of the month.â Your stomach lurches at the thought.Â
Being queen means making heirs.Â
âHow wonderful.â You stare at him, really taking him in for the first time in a while. Maybe itâs just because you know exactly how ugly he can be but right now you have to wonder how anyone considers him attractive. You donât even know what Din looks like but you know that purely based on his actions that heâs more attractive to you than this.Â
âI donât have much else for you, you are excused.â You blink at him a few times as he says it before shooting a confused look at Leo who looks as puzzled as you.Â
âYou donât want to have dinner?â You try to not sound excited at the idea of leaving already as he nods.Â
âI already ate.â Heâs already ignoring you all over again, his eyes back on his work as he waves you off.Â
So you go back to your room, smiling the entire time. Â
You read, you eat when Leo brings you food, and you sleep.Â
And thatâs the routine.Â
For nearly a week thatâs what you do.Â
You wake, you let Leo in when he knocks, you deal with it when he fusses, and you sleep.Â
But really what you spend most of your time doing is missing Din.Â
You miss the way he smells, and the way he balances you out. It feels like youâre missing an integral part of yourself, youâve grown so accustomed to his constant presence and the sudden lack of it is jarring. He made the castle feel like home and without him it returned to its former glory, a prison.Â
â
Just as promised he returns, youâd hoped it would have been sooner but youâre just happy heâs back. Youâd assumed the moment you laid eyes on him that youâd jump his bones immediately, but all you could think about was just how happy you were to see him.Â
You just want to be with him.Â
So you do just that.
And you take care of him, because it makes you happy to care for him the way he does for you. You donât ask him about the trip, you know heâll tell you about it when heâs ready.Â
In the morning you hold him tight, and you tell him what you were told at dinner. That the king is sick, and you both know what that means.Â
Despite the looming darkness, the morning is relatively normal after that.Â
Until you get to the library.
Heâd been staring at you for some time and you were just about to ask if he was okay when he spoke.Â
âDo you know what riduur means?âÂ
Spouse.Â
Youâd seen it in the book while he was away. Youâd focused on learning words that would most likely be relevant to your life with him.Â
âNo, I donât think I learned that.â Youâre mostly just curious if heâll actually tell you.Â
âIt means partner, or spouse.â He sounds nervous, it makes your heart skip a beat.Â
âOh. OkayâŠâ
He nods and you canât help but be disappointed at his lack of followup. You try not to stare, keeping an eye on him as you return to your own book, in your peripherals you can see that he doesnât even try to pretend to read, heâs just staring at you again. You get ready to shut your eyes when he starts playing with his helmet controls but he doesnât remove it, instead he takes your face in his hands.
âCan I ask you something?â Thereâs no modulation as you hear his raw, unfiltered voice. His thumbs rub small circles into your jaw.Â
Is this happening? Now? Or is he joking around again?Â
âOf course.â Youâve been ready since the first time you thought this was happening.Â
âDo you remember when I described the fear of love to you?â
Definitely not a joke.Â
âYes.â You couldnât possibly forget it, you still feel it everyday.Â
âDo you ever feel that fear?âÂ
Every single second of every single day.Â
âYes.âÂ
âI donât want you to.â He releases your face, taking your hands in his instead. âI donât want to either.âÂ
If heâs about to break up with you again youâre gonna kill him. You might actually push him out the window, heâll be fine, he has his pack.Â
âI donât want our lives to be that. I want to leave, soon.â You sit up in his lap, the nook is a mess of tangled limbs and fabric from the skirt of your gown at this point. âB- but I want us to do something before we leave.â Heâs usually so put together when he talks to you like this. Slow, well calculated words, but heâs stuttering a bit now, his voice nearly cracking as you give his hands a reassuring squeeze.Â
âOkay.â
âOkay.â He repeats, nodding to himself before the helmet tilts up with a whisper of your name, itâs the first time youâve heard your real last name and not Harand, in a long time. âI love you.âÂ
âI love you too.â You really do.
âI have lived my entire life in hiding, behind masks and walls.â He takes your hand, bringing it to the lip of his helmet as he takes your fingertips, bringing them under it to hold them to his lips. âI canât, and I wonât do that forever. I have said it before and I will say it again, I have no secrets from you.â Are you holding your breath? The tightness in your chest makes you feel like you are. âAnd you deserve a much more profound proclamation of devotion but Iâm worried that if I try to do that Iâll lose my nerve. So instead Iâll just say it, and Iâll spend the rest of my days after this showing you just how devoted I am.â He reaches under his cowl, producing a small chain from around his neck, he fiddles with the clasp for a moment before holding it out towards you. Two silver rings hang from the chain. âSaradâika, let me spend the rest of my days with you.â He sets the rings in your hand.Â
Youâre briefly waiting for formal words but you realize those arenât coming. This is more than a marriage. This is an oath to each other, a permanent bond of devotion.Â
âOf course.â You whisper, closing your hand around the bands before swiftly removing his glove, pulling him to your lips to place a kiss to his palm. âOf course, Din.â
You stare into that thin black visor, the both of you just taking a moment to take each other in. And for a brief moment you get a glimpse of the life you could have together.Â
A chance at something real.Â
Freedom.Â
A house.Â
A family.Â
âMhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.â He murmurs, barely above a whisper.
âWhatâs that mean?âÂ
âMandalorian wedding vows. I can teach them to you if youâd like.â
âWhat does it mean?â
"We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."
You want him to take the helmet off.Â
Youâve never felt such a strong urge to be face to face with him, to really truly see him in this moment. To know him and to be known.Â
âAnd I want you to look.â He voices your own thoughts as he brings your hands to his helmet and you lean forward on instinct, pressing your forehead to the cool steel. You stare at the beskar mask. Youâve spent so much time wondering what lies beneath it but now you know that you donât care, you imagine him as youâve felt him beneath your hands. You tumble forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.You lift his helmet just enough to kiss him, to feel that warm familiar heat against you.Â
âI want to do it soon, I donât want to wait any longer.â He murmurs once his helmet is properly situated once more.Â
âAbsolutely.â
âOne week from today. Elaine and I will plan everything and we can leave that night.â A week?Â
âSo soon?â
âItâs for the best.â You settle against his chest so youâre staring out the window at the palace grounds. Just holding each other for a few minutes until you finally speak.Â
âItâs silly, but I actually think Iâm gonna miss this place.â
âReally?â
âNot this place specifically, I wonât miss this far too large castle, and I wonât miss the arranged marriage of it all, but Iâll miss all the other parts.â You twist around in his arms to face him. âIâll miss Lysa and Elaine, and the cabin, and being here, in the nook.â His grip on you tightens in an attempt to bring you comfort. âIâm really going to miss the people.â You are suddenly aware of just how fond youâve become of the people of Naboo. You truly love and care for your subjects and a part of you is going to miss them terribly.Â
âIâm sorry.â He truly sounds apologetic.Â
âDonât be. None of it compares to you, Mr. Djarin.â You donât want him to dwell on any sadness you may have because none of it compares to how badly you want to spend the rest of your life with him.Â
âWhatever you say, Mrs. Djarin.â He mimics your tone.
âYou canât call me that yet.â
âBut it suits you.â
â
You wear your ring like he does. On your necklace. He keeps his on the thin silver chain and you keep yours on the cord with the silver flower charm.Â
You have one full week to prepare.Â
Din assures you that heâll take care of all the logistical parts of your escape, he says heâs got a plan and you leave it at that, trusting him to handle it. You make yourself a five day schedule.Â
Day one, which is today, your engagement day, you will spend packing and gathering whatever you wish to take with you, you both agree to each take one bag and nothing else to make things as easy as possible.Â
Day two, Elaine is going to fit you for a gown while Din finishes his preparations for your departure.Â
For your third day youâve convinced Din to take you into the city to say goodbye. You want to see the markets and you want to see the people, one last time.Â
On day four, you will have to attend your final dinner with your current husband.
And on day five you will be married. Elaine supposedly knows a pastor who works in a chapel just at the edge of the castle grounds. She has told him that the Mandalorian wishes to wed a servant girl, when the sun sets you will meet him there, your face concealed and just like that, youâll be wed.Â
When he explains it to you it all seems so simple but actually making it through the week is much harder.Â
You donât pack any clothes, Din says youâll just get new ones when the two of you find somewhere to settle. You plan on wearing a simple tunic and pants, youâll change after the ceremony and youâll have your honeymoon once youâre safe and off planet.Â
Youâve been wearing the necklace Din got you for a while now you donât have to worry about that. Otherwise you donât honestly have many belongings. You grab a few books from the library youâve been meaning to read, tucking them into the canvas bag he brought for you. You pack a blanket and a few pieces of jewelry you think might be valuable before buttoning it shut, handing it off to Din to be tucked away in the cabin.Â
You canât help but feel like youâre forgetting something but you push the thought away.Â
That night, when youâre laying with Din in the closet you hold the rings up together, staring at the intricate detailing in a way you havenât gotten a chance to do yet. You rest your chin on his chest in the dim lamp light as you watch the way the flickering bulb reflects off the silver.Â
The outsides are rather pretty, matching patterns of swirls and vines, miscellaneous flowers adorn the band. The insides are different though, both carved with the same word you vaguely remember from your book.Â
Riduurok
It represents a love bond.Â
The difference is specifically that yours has a very small carving of a mudhorn, a sigil you recognize from his armor, while his is engraved with a flower. A piece of each of you.Â
âTheyâre beskar.â He says softly. His helmet resting on your bare chest.Â
âLike your armor? Isnât this only supposed to be used on Mandalorians?â You drop his ring and focus back on your own.Â
âThey make exceptions.â He yawns, he still hasnât fully recovered from the exhaustion of his trip and you wonder if he slept at all when he was gone.Â
âIs this why you left? To get these?â
âNot just anyone can forge beskar, I needed to seek out an old friend to do it.â He adjusts himself a bit, fiddling with his helmet.
âThey did a beautiful job.â You close your eyes as you say it, hearing his helmet hit the floor and his face taking its place against you as he lays back down.Â
âShe always does.â He reaches over, turning the lamp off.
âWhy a mudhorn?â He laughs when you ask, rolling over so heâs on his side, still holding you.Â
And before you fall asleep, he tells you a story.Â
In the morning Din leaves you with a kiss on the forehead to go handle the final preparations of your departure while Elaine arrives with her seamstress kit and bundles of white fabric.Â
You want your own dress for this.Â
Not one of the ones tailored to you and paid for with Kodoâs money.Â
She takes your measurements in silence, her face contorted in concentration as she notes everything. From the looks of it, she already has a good portion of the dress finished.Â
Itâs gorgeous.Â
Pale, sheer fabric lined with dainty little dots. The skirt is layered, flowing freely when she pins it against your figure, fitting it to you perfectly.Â
âElaine⊠this is beautiful, when did you find the time to make this?âÂ
âI started it a while ago, I hoped youâd like it.â She smiles and it feels almost normal. Like two friends just looking out for each other.Â
âI love it, thank you, I donât know how Iâm going to repay you for everything youâve done.âÂ
âYouâve done enough just by being kind to me, princess.â He manages to speak clearly even when sheâs holding pins between her teeth.Â
âPlease, you donât have to call me that, call me by my name.â
And she does.Â
When she finishes the dress you have to fight back tears, not just because of how wonderful of a job sheâs done, but because of the sentiment of it all.Â
âWill you come to the wedding? You and Lysa?â You take her hands in yours, as you stare at yourself in the mirror, white lace falling off your shoulders in beautiful layers.Â
âIf youâd like.â
âNothing would make me happier. You give her hands a squeeze and she helps you out of the gown, after about an hour Din returns from his day spent finding you passage off of Naboo, laying down beside you in the closet, youâre in only your undergarments since you didnât bother changing after Elaine was done.
âI missed you.â He mumbles as he crawls across the sheets towards you.Â
âYou always miss me.â He just laughs when you sit up on your elbows to smile at him.
âI got us a ship.â He murmurs, you barely get a chance to cover your eyes before his helmet is off, his mouth on yours as he climbs on top of you.Â
âWhereâs it taking us?â You gasp out when he finally pulls back, tugging at the latches on his armor as he sits up on his knees.Â
âWherever we want. Itâs a cargo ship, making multiple stops throughout the outer rim, weâll be able to get off whenever.â You listen, eyes still shut, counting as each piece of armor is set on the floor until the last one is off.Â
âWhat about our great escape? Whatâs the story?â His knee slides between your legs as he crawls back on top of you, holding himself above you so you have to strain your neck to kiss him.Â
âThe princess ran off on her own volition. She was unhappy for a long time and finally couldnât take it anymore.â He pulls back just enough that you canât find him without your sight, whining as you slump back against the pillows. âElaine will spread whatever rumors she needs to to make it true.âÂ
âWhat about her loyal Mandalorian bodyguard?â You reach up, opting to just pull him down to you instead of trying to find him yourself.Â
âHe was embarrassed, ran away with his tail between his legs because he accidentally lost the princess.â He lets you pull him against you, his face finding a place under your jaw, his stubble brushing against your neck as he does.Â
âDidnât realize he was such a coward.â You let out a breathless laugh as his chin brushes against a particularly ticklish part of your throat.Â
âApparently he was a real baby about that kind of thing.â You feel a soft bite emphasizing his words as his teeth graze your skin.Â
âWhat a shame.â
âTruly.â He ends the back and forth when his mouth dips between your breasts, licking a strip of the skin there before sliding lower. âDo you have any other plans tonight?âÂ
You just cleared your whole schedule.Â
âNope.âÂ
âPerfect, I thought we could do some married couple practice?â He lifts your legs up, resting them on your shoulders as he presses several tender kisses to your thighs.Â
âMarried couple practice?â Youâd do just about anything he wanted you to right now as long as he doesnât stop what heâs doing.Â
âWell weâre gonna be married in just a few days, we should probably practice.â Thereâs a brief shuffling as he tosses his gloves aside before hooking a finger on your panties, youâre waiting for him to tug them down but instead you just hear a few rips and feel his breath against your mound.Â
âI donât exactly get what that entailsâŠâ Your words are shaky as he runs his thumb along the crease between your thigh and your cunt.Â
âWell I was thinking all day, you know, while I was busy missing you.â He finally puts his mouth on you and itâs barely enough. His fingers spread you open as he leans forward, placing a single chaste kiss onto your clit that makes you jump a bit.Â
âOf course.â Your voice pitches up a bit.
âAnd I was thinking about how Iâd probably come back here and weâd talk a little like we normally do, and then weâd probably have sex like we normally do.â He still doesnât put his mouth on you, you just feel his breath against you, making your pussy ache and your clit throb.Â
âSo far so good.â Are you even speaking loud enough for him to hear you?
âBut then I realized that weâre gonna be married soon, so I thought we should probably start acting like it.â He leans forward just enough for his nose to bump against your clit.
âYeah?â Your hands tangle in his hair in an instant.Â
âYeah. You know, typical married people things, I ask you how your day was, you tell me it was fine, and then we have boring married people sex.â He tilts his head to the side a bit, just enough to relieve any of the pressure against your core as you try desperately to pull him into you.Â
âWhat is boring married people sex?â You ask, strained and breathless.Â
âYou lay on your back and I do my thing until I finish inside you, because married people have kids, thatâs what they do.â Finally, finally, his tongue drags along your seam before dipping into your weeping hole, your back arching as you groan.Â
âObviously.â
âYou probably won't finish, Iâm pretty sure thatâs part of it.â He mumbles against you before pressing his tongue deeper into you.Â
âWell that doesnât seem fair.â Your eyes are squeezed shut as he works you open, slowly, your cunt leaking as he laps at whatever he can.Â
âMarriage is all about compromise.â He pulls back, a little breathless himself now before wrapping his arms around your legs, nuzzling his face between your legs before wrapping his lips around your clit, leisurely sucking until you canât hold back the obscene moan that forces its way out of you.Â
âHow is that a compromise?â You finally manage to grumble through your haze, the coil in your stomach tightens just as he comes up for air, resting his head on your thigh.Â
âI donât know, it just is- dank farrik- missed you- your taste.â His own voice is nearly as needy as your own as he leans back down into you, his tongue swirling around that little bundle of nerves until you feel like you're about to explode.Â
âBeing married⊠sounds awful.â Your chest heaves and your thighs tighten around his head as he sinks two fingers into you, briefly pulling back with a small gasp.Â
âWeâll make it work.â He curls his fingers, chuckling when you tighten around him.Â
âMaybe thatâs the compromise.â You muse as he flattens his tongue against your clit.
âMaking it- making it work?â Youâre so fucking close, if you could just get him to stop talking and focus youâd be able to finish.Â
âYeah, maybe the compromise is making boring married sex work for both of us.â You stammer again, desperate for him to just send you over that edge.Â
âI suppose we could try that.â He flicks his tongue against you one last time before withdrawing his fingers, you whimper the moment he does. âAre you going to come?â He knows exactly what heâs doing, and that you are. You nod with a breathy whine and he pulls back entirely, sitting up.Â
âIf you want me to marry you you better stop whatever it is youâre doing.â You spit the words out quickly, desperate to pull him back in.Â
âIf you want to come you better not make jokes like that.â He teases but you know heâs incapable of denying you anything.Â
âFine, fine, just- come here.â You hold your arms out towards him and he eagerly crawls back into them, slotting himself between your thighs as he spreads your legs wide to accommodate him. You arch your back and shift your hips to the best of your ability, trying to get some kind of relief against him but he pulls back just enough to prevent it.
âHow was your day?â You can feel his grin as he leans down, kissing along your jaw slowly as you paw at his chest.
âIt was great, wonderful.â You gasp out as you feel him drag the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in the abundant wetness there.Â
âNow ask me about my day.â He notches himself at your entrance, not pushing in just yet but enough to make you squirm in an attempt to take matters into your own hands unsuccessfully.Â
âIâm gonna kill you.â Your voice is already ragged and strained at this point but when he still doesnât move you sigh. âHow was your day?â The moment you finish your sentence he pushes into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt with a groan from both of you.Â
âIt was fine.â He mumbles before almost immediately finding a rhythm, pumping himself inside you with deep deliberate thrusts. His forehead presses against yours as he lets out a breathy whine.Â
This certainly doesnât feel boring.Â
He takes hold of your hips, raising them slightly so he can angle himself to slam against your g-spot, twisting your body until you let out a particularly strained moan and he knows heâs found it. Your brain is already mush just from the sheer speed at which he started fucking you, giving you no time to adjust, so all you manage to mumble is his name.Â
âYou- you want me to fill you up? He rasps out.
You nod for a moment until you remember the darkness that youâre both in and you manage to find your voice.
âYes, please.â Your hand slips between your legs as you begin to rub slow circles into your clit but he takes your wrist and slowly pulls it away.
âI- I wanna see if- if you can come just like this.â He stammers out as he continues jackhammering into you, purposefully pushing himself into your g-spot as your walls flutter around him.Â
âDinâŠâ You whine but he just keeps at it.Â
âI bet you can, I bet youâll come when I do, when I fill you up, when Iâm spilling out of you.â Your head is spinning from the repeated stimulation as he continues to focus on that sweet spot until youâre both falling apart. Heâs exactly right. He comes first, snapping his hips forward until heâs nestled against your cervix. And when heâs done he slowly fucks his cum deeper into you, reveling in the lewd wet sounds and it only takes a moment more before you finish as well, gasping and strangling his cock as you clamp down on him.Â
When your breathing settles he turns onto his side, holding you against his chest before mumbling a sleepy I love you, so much. The two of you have been laying in silence for quite some time when you finally speak up.Â
âYou know, married people sex is subjective.âÂ
âHmm?â He hums softly.
âAny sex we have after weâre married is married people sex, because weâll be married people.â
âMhmm.â He sounds like heâs barely awake but you just keep going.Â
âI donât know why you assume it has to be boring.â
âMmhm.â He continues to hum against your chest, a low rumble.Â
âDo you spend all your time away from me coming up with over complicated ways to put a baby in me?â You finally blurt out with a laugh, rubbing his back as you do.Â
âIt worked, didnât it?â He finally sits up a bit and speaks, his voice is heavy with exhaustion.Â
âMaybe I spend all my time thinking about the same thing and you just make it really easy for me to get what I want.â Youâre still laughing softly.Â
âDoes that mean you want to have more boring married people sex?â The fatigue in his voice dissolves quickly.Â
âOnly if you stop calling it that. We arenât boring married people and we are never going to be. Weâre just going to be married people.âÂ
âMmm, I can make that work. Do you want to have more married people sex?â He starts to sit up on top of you again but you put a hand on his chest, pushing him so heâs laying down on his back.Â
âAbsolutely I do.â You straddle his hips before reaching out into the darkness to take his face in your hands.Â
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Today is the only day youâve woken up sad since Din proposed.Â
Today you have to say goodbye to your favorite part of Naboo, the people. When you wake heâs already dressed, attaching the last of his armor before helping you up.Â
âI thought you might want to leave early, so we can spend as much time in the city as possible.â His voice is still thick with sleep as you get to your feet.Â
You tell Leo to bring you as many coin purses as he can before you leave and he returns with five rather hefty bags of credits that Din slips into his bag before you head out. You go through the usual process, bracelet and all the other hubbub before you begin your walk through the streets.Â
Thereâs a dull ache in your chest as you look around at the people. Your people.Â
The thought of never seeing them again, and never getting a chance to really help them. If you were queen you could do something about all of this, but you canât stay long enough to do such a thing.
So you settle for this.Â
You hand out credits to anyone who will take them, saving a bag for Vivian's family. You embrace anyone who will let you, and you hold the hands of everyone you give credits to. And once four bags are empty you go to Vivianâs store and you play with Theo, and even though she protests for the better part of an hour you give her the fifth coin purse. And when the sun starts setting you hug her.Â
And you fight the urge to say goodbye because it doesnât matter how much you trust her, no one can know that this is your last time visiting the city.Â
When you leave the store itâs clear how upset youâre becoming about all of this so Din takes you to the markets just as the sunsets and you get to see the changeover. You canât technically go to the Lunar Markets without your cloak, it wouldnât be a good look for a princess to be wandering through such a taboo place, but you stand just outside the first street and you watch all the lights flicker on.Â
Each string light going on at its one speed, dazzling flashes of light all dancing through the air until the entire street is illuminated.
Itâs beautiful.Â
Yet you donât feel better.Â
You just feel sad. Because youâll never get to see it again.Â
So you walk, quietly with Din, back towards the castle.Â
âYouâre upset.â His voice fills the silence almost immediately as you walk the empty street back.Â
âA bit.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I didnât do anything. Iâm royalty, I should have helped these people when I had the chance to.â You sigh, resting your shoulder against his.
âYou did the best you could.â It sure doesnât feel like it.Â
âAnd it still wasnât enough.âÂ
âYou did more for them than any other member of the royal family has done in decades.â You have to fight the urge to take his hand in yours after that.Â
âYou always know what to say.âÂ
âArenât you that bitch from before?â A voice breaks through the small moment of peace and you and Din both turn quickly to see a vaguely familiar face. âDidnât realize that you were royalty, doesnât seem like much of a guard for a princess, one guy.â He nods at Din who immediately steps in front of you, silent.Â
You squint, trying to recall where you know him from when two other men step out from a nearby alley, flanking him. Thatâs when it clicks.Â
You recognize his welding goggles. And his greasy black hair.Â
He had accosted you many moons ago, in the market, Din had knocked him flat on his ass for it. Din takes a few steps in their direction, deliberate and deadly. It doesnât matter how capable you know he is, you still donât like the sight of him going up against a group of three.Â
âLook man, this doesnât have to be a problem, weâll even pay you for just a couple minutes with her.â The one you recognize quips and you feel sick at the insinuation.Â
âIâve never been with a princess.â His friend on the left sneers and you instinctively take a step back. Thatâs all it takes to send Din over the edge though, you donât even see the first hit, he moves so quickly. You just see the guy on the left hit the street, a gush of blood shooting out from his nose.Â
The other two hop into action immediately after, both standing with their arms held up defensively but it does them no good.Â
The one on the right is stupid enough to strike first, his fist hits beskar and he stumbles back with a yelp. Your eyes go wide when Din kicks his legs out from under him, he follows the first man as he hits the ground, his head knocking against the stones, in an instant heâs out cold.Â
You gasp at the suddenness of it all.Â
The one with the goggles loses all his bravado in an instant, he turns and youâre sure heâs about to run but he doesnât get the chance, Dins hand wraps around his throat and heâs on the ground beside his friends, except he isnât as lucky as his friends because the Mandalorian doesnât relent. He boxes him in with his legs as he kneels, his fist slams against the other man's face repeatedly and your ears fill with a sickening crunching sound.Â
In all honesty you arenât worried about anyone but Din right now, it isnât just the man's face thatâs making the breaking sounds, itâs his fist as well.Â
You rush over to them and put your hands on Dinâs shoulders, he stops immediately before turning to look at you, his shoulders relax immediately and he reaches for you but he winces when he wraps his hand around your arm.Â
âSorry, I donât know what came over me.â He whispers softly and you nod.
âItâs okay, but we should go.â You rub his back a bit as he stands.Â
âI just need a second.â
âOkay. You nod, watching as he leans down, whispering something in the barely conscious man's ear, you donât catch a word of it but when heâs done he stands and you both begin walking back towards the castle.Â
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âIâm okay, I promise.â He groans as you usher him into the cabin. Youâve been fussing over him the entire walk back.Â
âBeing married means not lying about this kind of thing.â You snap back at him as you open the door.Â
âIâm not lying, trust me, Iâve had much worse.â You know itâs true but that doesnât mean you arenât going to worry.Â
You frown, having him sit at the kitchen table as you carefully pull his gloves off, both knuckles are jagged and bloody.Â
âKriff⊠do you have a first aid kit?âÂ
âI promise, sarad, itâs fine.âÂ
âMarriage means compromise.â You glare at him as he sighs and you cross your arms in front of your chest.
âFine. In the fresher, thereâs a loose board in the cupboard, pull it back and bring me the case thatâs in there.â You cock an eyebrow at him before hurrying off to follow his instructions and sure enough you find it, a small metal case. You return to the main room, setting the box down on the table, watching as he fumbles with the lock. He flips the lid open before sliding the box over to you. Your jaw goes slack as you stare at several vials of bacta.Â
âWhy do you have so much of this stuff?â You cringe at the memory of having to apply the sour substance to your split lip.
âFor emergencies, which by the way, this is not.â You grab one of the vials as he gestures at his hands, uncorking it and dipping your finger into the slimy liquid before taking his hand in yours, applying a thin layer to it, watching the blood slowly mix with the bacta in crimson swirls.Â
âYouâre hurt, this is an emergency.â He just sighs, letting you do your work, not even wincing one as you do so. When youâre done you recork the vial before putting it back in the case and returning it to its hiding place. Â
âThank you.â He whispers when you come back to him, kneeling in front of the chair and helping him out of his armor as he keeps his hands on the table.Â
âWhat was that?â You grin up at him as he sighs again.
âThank you.â He says a bit louder.Â
âYouâre welcome.â You take the last of his armor off before standing. âNow come on, letâs lay down.â You wrap an arm around his waist as you walk to the mattress, helping him down as you keep his hands away from the sheets before laying down beside him, resting your head on his chest. You lean over and flip the lamp off before settling in beside him.Â
âDid you have a good day?â He whispers against you as you lay your head on his shoulder.Â
âI had a sad day, but it was still good.âÂ
âIâm sorry you had to see that.â He mumbles in the darkness, his tone quickly turning to one of shame. .
âWhat? The fight? You were just doing what you always do, you were protecting me.â You let your fingertips roam across his chest in small circles in an attempt to soothe him.Â
âI shouldâve- I shouldnât have snapped like that. You shouldnât have seen me like that.âÂ
âHey. I want to see you like that. I want to see all the parts of you, not just the pretty ones.â He doesnât respond, and for a moment you have to wonder if youâve upset him, but then you feel his chest rise and fall sharply a few times. Your hands fumble around until you find his face, the apples of his cheeks are a bit damp as you run your thumbs across them.Â
You arenât really sure what to say. So you just go with what you know will make him understand just how okay everything is right now. It hasnât been an easy week so far for either of you.Â
âI love you.â You whisper before leaning down to kiss him, your mouth thankfully finding his. âAnd I canât wait to marry you.â You lay back down and feel his arms tighten around you, after a few minutes his breathing steadies out and you know heâs okay.Â
âI love you too.â Is the last thing you hear before you both fall asleep.Â
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One last dinner with Kodo and then you never have to see him again.
Thatâs what you keep reminding Din as he tries to convince you it isnât necessary, to which you remind him exactly what happened last time you didnât attend dinner. Not that you arenât just as worried as he is, of course you are, youâre just internalizing it better. Most people probably spend the day before their wedding stressing, itâs only natural.
So thatâs exactly what you do today.
You stress.
You pace, and you stress until the sun is setting and Din is trying to persuade you one last time into not going which you ignore before the two of you walk the familiar trail to dinner.Â
You never know what to expect when you walk into the dining hall, but today you couldnât be more pleased to find Kodo positively swamped. With his fathers condition worsening a fair amount of his royal duties now fall under his son's jurisdiction. He doesnât look at you or Din when you arrive and youâre thrilled when you see they didnât set the table for dinner. The entire room is silent save for Kodo scribbling something on a piece of paper, when you go to sit he raises a hand and you stop dead in your tracks.Â
âNo need to sit, this will be quick.â He stands and you feel a sudden urge to stand behind Din, to put something between you and Kodo but you resist. âMy fathers condition is worsening, that is the only news I have now I must be off.â He snaps and a servant helps him put on his coat as you watch in stunned silence, he shoots you one last glance before walking out the door. âThat will be all.â And just like that heâs gone. When the door shuts behind him you canât help but burst into a fit of laughter purely spurred on by your disbelief as Din walks you out of the room.
It was just that easy.
Youâd spend hours stressing today and it was that kriffing easy.Â
Youâre grinning ear to ear when you turn to Din once youâre safe and out of the dining hall.Â
âWe never have to do that again.â Your voice and excited whisper.Â
âNever.â He repeats, you can practically hear his own smile.Â
âCan we go home now?â
âHome?â He looks behind him before wrapping an arm around your waist.Â
âSorry, the cabin.â
âI still havenât fixed the bed frame you know.â Heâs still walking you in that direction as he says it so you just laugh.
âThatâs okay, I donât mind.âÂ
âThen letâs go home.âÂ
And thatâs exactly what you do. And when he opens the door to let you in you realize with a profound sadness that this is your last night in the cabin. A place that is the closest thing you have to a home here on Naboo, besides Din. But heâs a person, not a place. This is your home. His home. You canât help but wonder if the sorrow is getting to him too, leaving is hard, no matter how much you hate certain aspects of this planet there will always be parts that you love.
But you donât want to be sad the night before your wedding.Â
So you do your best to clear your head.
âArenât we supposed to spend the night before our wedding apart?â You tease as you kick your shoes off, eager to just go to sleep, turns out spending all day being worried is exhausting.Â
âWhy would I want to do that?â Heâs taking his own armor off, turning to glare at you.Â
âI donât know, tradition?â He helps you out of your dress and you quickly climb into bed.
âThatâs not my tradition.â He lays beside you and you on the mattress, groaning as he kneels to crawl in beside you.Â
âLights off?â You whisper as your fingers trace the edge of his helmet.Â
âOn?â His voice is soft and hopeful and you smile before promptly closing your eyes, the action is swiftly followed by the sound of his airlock. He kisses each of your eyelids before your lips, pulling you into him completely.Â
And he loves you like itâs the last time he ever will.Â
He makes every time feel like the first time with how gentle he is with you, even when heâs being rough. Thereâs always the tiniest spark of tenderness to him.Â
But tonight is different.
Tonight he loves you like heâs loved you his entire life.Â
It isnât another first time, this time feels like the thousandth, like he knows your own body better than you do. Like he still loves it even after all this time. His hands canât hold enough of you, his mouth canât savor enough of you, and his cock canât fill enough of you. He chases more and more, wanting only to make you happy, to unravel you and wind you up just so he can do it all over again.Â
However you want it.Â
Thatâs what he says when you climb on top of him, sinking down on his length with a groan. So you do it exactly how you want it, which is every way. He takes whatever you give him and you give him whatever he wants. And when he gasps in your ear the single word, posed as a question, inside? You nod, pulling his face closer to kiss his cheek.
âYou donât have to ask, you can just do it.â You murmur, and he does.Â
A part of you knows just how reckless that is but it matters less now that youâre leaving. Any children who would be born from this union no longer have to live in fear of your current technical husband, because they wonât be anywhere near him by the time theyâre born.Â
So you let yourself stop being afraid of that possibility.Â
And you let Din love you.
â
Todayâs the day.Â
Your day.Â
It feels perfect already, the sun shines in through the small windows, youâre still tangled in each other when your eyes flutter open. Based on the way his breathing sounds you know his helmet is still off so you shut your eyes, letting your head rest on his chest as you relax against him for a few more minutes.Â
Itâs going to be a hard habit to break after today.Â
Not looking.Â
Shit.Â
By the end of today youâll have seen him. Youâre meeting him at the chapel before the sunsets, and youâll be off planet before morning. And in between that youâll look. Youâll know every part of him.Â
You feel him stir, his breathing picking up just a little as he lets his hand wander up and down your spine.Â
âGood morning, sarad.â He murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.Â
âMorning.â You kiss his collar bone, squeezing whatever parts of him you can get your hands on. âWhat time do we have to start getting ready?â
âLysa will help you get ready and Elaine and I will set up the church. We have to explain our circumstances to the pastor.âÂ
âLike tell him that your bride is married?â You groan, just wanting to stay in bed with him.
âLike tell him Iâm marrying some random servant girl, but more importantly tell him no one will see your face during the ceremony because of the creed.â
âIs that a real thing?â You sit up a bit, remembering to keep your eyes shut just in time.
âNot at all, but he doesnât know that.â  Â
You pull each other close, your movements synced as you do.Â
âAre you ready?â His tone is light but you know that if you said no right now he wouldnât be bothered, heâd wait. Itâs a good thing youâre more than ready.Â
âI have been for quite some time.âÂ
The two of you stay like that for quite some time, for as long as you can actually, until Elaine is banging on the cabin door. When that happens you both sit up quickly, Din helps you dress and in just a few moments youâre both ready.Â
The next time you see him will be at your wedding.Â
You both stand by the door, unopened, when he takes your hand.Â
âI love you.â He brings your hand to his chest as he says it.
âNi kar'tayli gar darasuum.â You do your best with the pronunciation, trying to mirror how he says it.Â
âI will know you forever.â He whispers out and you tilt your head to the side. âThatâs what that means. Itâs our version of I love you, but it means I will know you forever.âÂ
You squeeze his hand on last time before dropping it and lifting his helmet just enough to kiss him once.Â
âI will. I have big plans to know you forever.â You smile at him one last time before opening the door, Elaine and Lysa waiting outside.Â
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After Lysa walked you back to the castle things were a bit of a whirlwind.Â
It was a long arduous process, she insisted on making you perfect one last time. Her sentiment made your heart clench so you allowed her this, considering it a parting gift, one last day staring into the vanity.Â
She spends the day getting you ready in every way possible and you spend the day missing Din.Â
Until she gets to your hair and you finally speak up.
âCan we leave it down?â You clear your throat and turn to her as she nods.Â
âOf course.âÂ
Despite how much time Lysa has spent dolling you up youâre happy to look in the mirror and see you. Clear as day. Not some unrecognizable woman being dressed to the sake of her husband, you just look like you.Â
When the sun is finally beginning to set outside your window she helps you into your dress.
Elaine really outdid herself.Â
Itâs simpler than some of your other gowns but itâs exactly what you wanted. The dress isnât wearing you, youâre wearing the dress. Youâre standing in the full length mirror when Lysa produces your veil, helping you clip it into your hair so your face will be completely concealed.Â
âItâs time to go.â She whispers as she adjusts your dress once, smiling gently at you.
âCould I have a minute alone?â You whisper back before she nods and rushes out, shutting the door silently behind her.Â
You lift the veil and look around the dimly lit room for what will be the last time. Your hand subconsciously wanders up your necklace, you twist the ring hanging there between your fingers as you open the closet door, flipping on the lamp to stare at the bed youâve made.Â
You sort of wish you could bring it with you. Your little blanket bed. But you know better than that. As much as youâre going to miss it, after today youâll have a real bed. A shared bed, with your riduur.Â
So you say a silent goodbye to this bed. Your first shared bed. And you leave to find Lysa.Â
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You know the plan by heart.Â
Lysa will walk you in. Itâll be a quick ceremony and then you will get your things from the cabin and leave.Â
Simple.
Easy.Â
The church is nestled in the woods, only a few servants ever attend but itâs a quaint little place, covered in vines as you stand outside the large wooden entryway. This is it. You will walk out of this church married to a man you actually love. Just as the sun hits the horizon you know thatâs your cue to enter. You take Lysaâs arm, holding her close as she pushes the door open. Youâre holding your breath as you look around the church, waiting to lay your eyes on him.
Empty.Â
You tense up, your grip on Lysa tightens immediately as you both step inside.Â
Completely barren. Not even a pastor.Â
âThey must be running a little bit late.â You can tell by the tone of her voice that she is just as uneasy as you are right now.
Din wouldnât be late.Â
Not to this.Â
âLetâs wait a few minutes, theyâll be here soon.â She insists before walking you into the church, you both sit in one of the pews.Â
You wait.
And you hold her hand and you wait.
You wait until the sun is completely set and youâre both bathed in darkness before you canât take it anymore and you stand abruptly, pulling the veil from your hair and handing it to her.Â
âGo back inside, hide this, Iâll take care of this.â You walk with her back to the entryway with small frantic steps.Â
âMaâam, are you sure-â  Â
âIâll find them.â You give her a reassuring smile, one that brings you no comfort before watching her rush back in the direction of the castle. The moment you know sheâs far enough away to not hear it you finally let out the sob thatâs been building in your throat. You donât have time to break down right now though, you need to find Din.Â
He didnât abandon you.
Your mind wants to go there, a part of you whispers that heâs left you all over again but you know with absolute certainty that that isnât possible.Â
Something happened.Â
So you search.Â
Your heart threatens to burst from your chest as you begin your hunt.Â
You go to the cabin only to find it just as you left it this morning. You wade through the waters, silently letting your eyes scour the darkness before you run through the gardens. Yet you come up empty once again. Not so much as a trace of either one of them.Â
So you go to the only other place you can think to look.Â
The place you had told yourself just a few hours ago that youâd never go back to, and you return to the castle. Itâs desolate when you search the halls. Not so much as a guard in the dark stone corridors. It makes your stomach twist in knots. The rooms are empty, and the lights are off.Â
What the hell happened?
Your lungs burn from the constant running but you canât stop now, you wonât stop until you find him, and if you search every corner of the castle and he isnât there then youâll start searching the rest of the planet.
Whatever it takes.Â
It probably wonât come to that though, you quickly realize when you finally find a room with the door cracked and the lights on. Any sense of relief it brings you is gone in an instant though as you realize what room it is.Â
The dining hall.Â
Your feet carry you towards it before your brain can comprehend whatâs happening and you slowly push the doors open, stepping inside. You have felt a range of temperatures since your arrival on Naboo but right now all you feel is a blistering cold that smothers your flesh and bones.Â
The table is set, and as is the case on all nights where youâre expected at dinner, Kodo sits in his usual place.Â
Except this isnât a night where youâre expected.
And he isnât the only one sat at the table.Â
Elaine sits on one side of him, looking like sheâs about to be sick, Leo on the opposite side, downright refusing to look at you. You feel like youâre going to pass out the moment you see them and you canât help but note the fact that Kodoâs guards arenât here.Â
âDonât you look lovely.â The nasally bellow of his voice fills the entire hall as you take a step forward. It takes all of your focus to keep yourself from trembling as you stare at him.
âDid I forget we were supposed to have dinner?â You keep your voice surprisingly steady considering the circumstances.Â
âYou didnât get my invitation?â His voice drips with malice as the doors behind you promptly shut, his tone is enough of an indicator that there was no invitation.Â
This isnât some coincidence, you didnât just happen to stumble upon Elaine and Leo dining with your husband, no.Â
Itâs an ambush.Â
âI must have missed it.â You murmur.Â
âTake a seat.â He says it like itâs an offer but you know better than to refuse, not now. You sit at your usual spot, every muscle in your body is tense as you look across the table at him. âTonight was supposed to be a celebration.â His face contorts into a sneer as he stares right back at you. âBut Iâm afraid our night has been ruined by some rather upsetting news.âÂ
Maybe you should just run.Â
His guards arenât here, you could probably outrun Kodo, especially with how much adrenaline is coursing through your veins right now.Â
Not without Din.
âAre you okay?â He doesnât sound concerned, the question burns a hole into you, what could he possibly mean by that?Â
âIâm fine.â You swallow the lump in your throat, turning to look at Leo, and then Elaine, Kodo following your eyeline the entire time.Â
âDonât worry, she canât hurt you, not anymore.âÂ
âIâm sorry?â The more confused you get the more the feeling of suffocation in your chest grows.  Â
âYour servant, she canât hurt you anymore, I was actually about to dismiss her right before you arrived.â Your brows furrow as you try desperately to make sense of any of this and he grins. Teeth fully on display as he smiles at you from across the table. âYou donât know?âÂ
âIâm sorry, my prince, but Iâm not sure about anything thatâs happening right now.â Might as well say it, maybe itâll get you some answers.Â
âNo need to apologize, not after what youâve been through.âÂ
You know better than to ask a follow up question to that.Â
Something is terribly wrong and it would be best to learn as much as you can before giving away any of your own knowledge.Â
âLeodall told us everything.â If itâs possible for Leo to somehow look at you less, he manages to do so when Kodo says that. âYou donât have to worry about any of it now, Iâm going to take care of everything.â Nothing about the faux soothing tone he takes on relaxes you, youâre getting more and more upset with each passing second.Â
âWhat did Leo tell you?â The bewilderment in your voice isnât an act as you fight to keep your voice from cracking.Â
âAbout the Mandalorian, dear wife.âÂ
Itâs a good thing you werenât holding a drink, if you did it would be on the floor. You donât have anything to say, any words you might have to say die in your throat.Â
âWe retrieved him from his quarters and he confessed to everything.â Kodoâs eyes raise briefly as he gauges your reaction.Â
Din confessed.Â
âEverything?â When you find your voice thatâs the only word you can manage to produce as your stomach churns at the thought. What did they do to him to make him admit what the two of you have done?Â
âItâs better this way, thereâs no need for a trial.â He takes a sip of whatever dark ale fills his glass. Maybe your last act of defiance should be to aim the vomit rising in your throat at him, or at the very least at Leo. âThank the gods Leo found that book, who knows how long this would have continued if it werenât for him.âÂ
The Smitten Paladin.Â
You knew you were forgetting something.Â
Maybe there isnât enough time to run but you could definitely jump across the table and strangle Leo, it probably wouldnât even be that difficult.Â
Or maybe you should just beg.Â
Kodo is a man of ego, if you appeal to him maybe heâll spare Din. Thatâs unlikely though, the best you can hope for now is a swift death for both of you. Should you just beg for that instead?Â
âI confessed as well, to all of it.â Elaine turns to stare at you, she looks pained and Kodoâs smile drops the moment she speaks up.Â
âThereâs no need for that.â He hisses, his chair squeaks as he stands but she isnât deterred.Â
âThe Mandalorian and I both confessed to our crimes, Iâm sorry.â Elaine is strong. The entire time youâve known her thatâs been the word youâd use to describe her, but right now she just looks small.Â
âThatâs enough.â His voice rings through the hall as he snarls at her. âYouâve done enough.â But she doesnât stop, tears form in the corners of her eyes as she reaches a hand towards you.Â
âMando told them what he did.â Her words become more and more rushed as Kodo begins to walk towards where sheâs seated. âWe told them all of it, what he made you do, how I helped him keep you quiet, how he took advantage of you.â Her voice is strained and broken as the loud crack echoes throughout the room when Kodoâs hand comes in contact with her face.
âNot another word.â He growls, his eyes icy and cruel, his hand still raised in silent warning.Â
How he took advantage of you.Â
Oh Din.Â
He didnât.Â
You just stare at her. The weight of the world is starting to crash down on you bit by bit as your heart begins to beat frantically.Â
Kodo sighs loudly before returning to his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose.
âYouâve ruined the big reveal.â He mumbles before looking back up at you. âMight as well get to your present since sheâs ruined the surprise.âÂ
This canât get worse.Â
Thatâs what youâve been consistently repeating to yourself as this dinner has carried on yet somehow it does.Â
Everything gets worse when Kodo calls out for his guards.Â
Six battle droids enter from the door behind Kodo, but you barely have eyes for them, you donât have the brain capacity to notice them because you only see him right now.Â
Your Din.Â
Din who would do anything for you. With his hands cuffed in front of him, his ankles attached with a short chain. Din who is pushed to his knees, a man who should never be in such a position before anyone who isnât you. Din who only looks at you, even now.Â
Din who made up a lie, to protect you one last time.Â
Your Din. Â
There isnât a facade you can put on now, nothing can hide the anguish on your face as you stare at him, you arenât exactly proud when it consumes you entirely.Â
And you vomit.Â
The tension in your chest finally bubbles over and you expel the contents of your stomach onto the table. Nobody moves, only you, hands gripping your chair as your chest heaves. Youâre vaguely aware of Kodo standing beside you now, heâs speaking but you donât hear a word, you only hear a ringing in your ears until you look at Din, who nods at you, just once, and everything comes back into focus.Â
âHe canât hurt you.â Kodoâs voice is sickly sweet in your ear as he hands you a handkerchief from the table set up, giving you a moment to wipe your mouth as you fight back the urge to be sick all over again. âHis restraints are state of the art, it doesnât matter how much of a fight he puts up, he isnât getting out of them.âÂ
Your brain is trying desperately to come up with some genius plan to get all of you out of this but you're coming up empty.Â
There is nothing.Â
âIâm thinking guillotine.â Kodoâs voice is a whisper now as he bends down to speak to you.Â
âYou do public executions on Naboo?â Your voice matches his in volume, but your eyes never leave Din, heâs struggling against them, but six battle droids? It wouldnât matter if it was six Mandalorians.Â
âIâm the king now, I can do whatever I want.âÂ
âTonight was supposed to be a celebration.âÂ
Oh.Â
âDefiling the queen is considered an act of treason in my eyes, so yes, it will be a public execution for these two.â He points at Din and then Elaine and at this point you have a headache as you try desperately to make the pieces of this demented puzzle fit together. You take a shuddering deep breath.Â
Leo found the book.
He told Kodo.
Kodo had Din drawn and quartered. He would have been with Elaine, she was taken as well.
He told them he took advantage of you.Â
That he defiled you.Â
So you would be guiltless.Â
And Elaine corroborated his story.Â
Said she helped him.Â
They had saved you.
And now theyâre going to pay for it.Â
âWhy donât we see the traitorâs face, guard?â Kodoâs voice tears you from your mental gymnastics as he snaps, pointing at Din and you canât help it as you shoot up to be standing.Â
âNo!â The word is punched out of your chest, all the air leaving your body with it.Â
âNo?â Din stops struggling as everyone turns to face you now, Kodoâs question rings throughout the room as you try to come up with something, anything, to stop this.Â
âYou wanted to surprise me? Then we should wait, we should save the reveal.â Your words are rushed, you will do anything to keep that helmet on his head right now.Â
âThe reveal?â Kodo hisses.
âNo oneâs ever seen his face, we shouldnât waste this opportunity on some random dinner.â Is this even worth it? At this point youâre probably just getting yourself killed.Â
Now no one speaks. You finally manage to tear your eyes from Din to turn and face Kodo.Â
âWe should save it.â You whisper, you donât even care if this gets you killed, you just want to keep his helmet on his head until you can figure out how to keep his head on his shoulders.Â
Kodoâs sneer turns into a smirk.
âWhat a good idea.â You let out the breath youâd been holding in. âMaybe you arenât completely bland, wife.â He puts a hand on the small of your back and you manage to keep yourself from recoiling. âWell then, I think weâre done here.â He whistles, once, clear and sharp and a pair of guards take Elaine by the arms, dragging her away but not before you manage to shoot her one last look of gratitude for what sheâs done for you. Â
 You finally look back at Din.Â
Thrashing against the hold that the droids have on him until they yank him up into a standing position.Â
What you wouldnât give to be able to say anything to him, even just a single word.
âYou donât have to worry about him anymore sweet wife, itâs over.â Kodoâs words are hot and vile against your ear as he puts a hand on your shoulder, hovering over you as you watch Din being dragged out of the room.Â
He puts up one hell of a fight, one final reminder of just how strong your Mandalorian is, it takes all six of Kodoâs droids to keep him down.Â
You donât like the sight of it.Â
Thereâs something fundamentally wrong about Din being overpowered.
You manage to swallow down the sob that threatens to rip through you as you get one final look at him as the doors slam shut, you fight the urge to recoil when Kodo leans down to plant a kiss on the top of your head.
âYour little nightmare is over.â He mumbles, his voice filled with an underlying joy.Â
Itâs just started.Â
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"Awe...You Cryin, Princess?" Satoru Gojo X F!Reader
Description- Most of the time, Satoru Gojo was the sweetest boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. Other times, he would pull your hair while he fucked into you from behind, your face shoved into his plush sheets as his hard dick fucked into your already cum-filled pussy.
Words- 1k
Warnings- Unedited as fuck yall, might edit later, I hate my writing so much rn, breaks suck, so much smut, MAPPA really got me going lol, SMUT SMUT, Use of princess, mean!Gojo, Oral(F), very little plot
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Most of the time, Satoru Gojo was the sweetest boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. Most of the time, he spoiled you rotten, would take you shopping and just gorge you on presents and kisses and attention. He would watch you try on everything in the store if you wanted, his eyes wide and a big grin on his face as he analyzed each and every outfit.Â
He would be so sweet when you made love, making you cum on his fingers and mouth until youâre begging him to fuck you. He would caress your face and plant soft kisses down your throat as his thumb moved slowly over your already swollen clit. He knew each and every spot to touch or kiss or lick to send you over the edge.
Other times, he would pull your hair while he fucked into you from behind, your face shoved into his plush sheets as his hard dick fucked into your already cum-filled pussy. Satoruâs previous hot white cum still spilling out over the sheets as he fucked you for the fifth time that day.
âYou think Iâm even close to being done with you, princess?â
He hissed in your ear, tugging a handful of your hair back to pull your back flush against his chest, his dick still drilling into your soaked cunt as his hand wrapped around your throat so he could properly fuck into you until you were a sobbing mess, a mixture of his cum and your slick spilling down your thighs.Â
Tonight, however, Satoru had convinced you to come out to the bar with him and a few of the other teachers from Jujutsu High. Satoru, of course, looked very handsome in his casual clothes, a tight black button up shirt that hugged his bulging muscles and tight dress-pants that you were positive you could see the outline of his dick through.
You and Satoru had a bad habit of leaving functions particularly early or disappearing at them because you couldnât keep your hands out of the other's pants. So, you wanted to try and get through one social gathering without Satoru fucking you in the front seat of his car or eating you out in the bathroom at the bar. His bright eyes glossy and half-open, never leaving your wonderful tear-stained face as he holds you against the wall, your own hand clasped over your mouth. Your hot slick running down his chin as he whispered filthy things against your adorable pink pussy.
For a while, you managed to contain yourself. You were determined to keep this night PG since Satoruâs coworkers would be there. There would always be time for other things when you got home. At least that is what you tried to tell yourself.
 He just looked so handsome like this, his hair down and perfectly messy, his glimmering crystal-like eyes, that boyish grin. The way he had his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and his muscular pale arms were on display just sent heat right to your already soaked thighs.Â
You loved every single part of your boyfriend, how could you not?
You hadnât realized how long you had been staring at him, your eyes trailing down from his handsome face and then back to his arms until you felt Satoru cupping your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he brought your eyes back to his striking ones.
âSomething on your mind, princess?â Satoru asked, a tilt of his head that made his messy white hair ruffle as he looked down at you with a widening smirk.
ShitâŠhe caught me staring at him. You thought to yourself.Â
âNo.â You said too quickly, clearing your throat.Â
You were hoping Satoru wouldnât notice the embarrassingly furious blush spreading over your face or the way you rubbed your thighs together when he spoke.
He did, of course he did.
You swallowed hard and tried to ignore the increasing wetness soaking through your panties.Â
You ordered another drink, hoping it would help, it wouldnât.
You knew that Satoru was just messing with you when you felt his fingertips run delicately over the surface of your bare thighs and up your dress, pushing the hem up. The action sent goosebumps all over your body and you turned to shoot Satoru a glare, your face heating up all over again. Satoru was already staring right at you, a smirk on his annoyingly handsome face and one elbow on the table as his cheek rested in his palm.Â
You could almost taste the mint from his breath from how close he was and it almost made your knees buckle then and there. Satoru just had that effect on you and the worst part of allâŠwas that he was completely aware of it.
âSatoruâŠâ You warned, a huff leaving your lips.Â
âWhat?â Satoru asked with a huge innocent grin on his face.
âDonât play dumb.â You groaned, a pout tugging on your lips.
âAm I not allowed to touch my girl now?â Satoru asked mockingly, a mischievous glint in his eye.
I want you to do more than touch me, you jerk.
Satoru made it a point to torment you the rest of the night, soft brushes against your thighs, a soft kiss on that soft part of your neck that just makes you squirm. As he stands at the bar, his arm draped around your hip and as he carries on a conversation with Shoko, his hand trailed down your back. His fingertips dragging up and down your spine through the fabric of the thin dress you wore and sending jolts of electricity down your spine.Â
You really didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to you, that all you wanted was to feel his expert hands over your body,
When you got back to the apartment you two shared, Satoru couldnât help but chuckle when he noticed the way you were looking up at him, big glossy eyes, you were expecting something. But tonight, Satoru was in the mood to be a bit mean to his little princess, for just a little longer at least.
Satoru kicked off his shoes and tossed his car keys on the counter before he moved closer to you, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand piece of your hair away from your adorable blushing face.
âHm? You want something, princess?â Satoru asked with a grin as he knelt down so your eyes met with his crystals-like ones.
You didnât know if you wanted to kiss him or slap him. Both
âNo.â You huffed stubbornly, puffing your cheeks out and crossing your arms over your chest.
âNo? I figured the way you were eye-fucking me that you might want something.â Satoru said with a smirk as he took a step forward, his arms trapping you against the wall as your heart started to beat rapidly in your chest.Â
âI was-.â You started to say before he pressed his finger to your soft lips with a dark laugh.
âYou lyinâ to me now, princess? I thought you were supposed to be my good girl?â Satoru said with an almost mocking fake hurt voice.Â
âN-no, toruâ.â You whispered, your voice wavering as your boyfriend towered over you, his hands slipping under the edge of your dress and his finger hooking under the edge of your panties so he could tug them down your thighs so they pooled on the ground.Â
âFucking knew it..â He snorted.Â
He was pushing your dress up your hips as he lowered himself to his knees now, his face pressed against your already dripping cunt. His eyes staring hungrily as another dark laugh left him, his fingers brushed up your thighs and against your slick pussy. His index finger pushed and rubbed against your folds and against your already puffy clit as he pinned your hips to the wall, one of your legs over his shoulder.Â
âHavenât even touched you and look at how wet you areâŠâ Satoru cooed, pressing a kiss to your thigh while he started to tease the entrance of your pussy with his fingers, curling them just slightly into your hot plush walls that clenched desperately around him before he took them away again.Â
âTell me what you want.â Satoru hummed, pressing another soft kiss to your thigh but this time he sank his teeth into the plush flesh with a snicker.
You could only whine and pout in response, tears forming in your eyes.
âPleaseâŠâ You whined, tugging on his messy white hair with twitching fingers,Â
âPlease what?â Satoru asked, his tongue poking out of his mouth and delicately running up your thigh, around your folds and dancing right around where you actually wanted him.Â
Damn him damn him damn him.Â
âP-please, toruâ. Need to cum, need to cum on your tongue.â You blurted out, tears spilling down your cheeks.
âAweâŠwell when you ask all sweet like thatâŠâ He said with a grin, quite pleased with himself as he immediately leaned forward.
Satoru carried you to the bedroom after that, your dress and the rest of your clothes gone and forgotten. Satoru had buried his face into your pussy, his tongue flicking your throbbing clit back and forth for a moment before he would suck audibly on the bundle of nerves and then repeat, you could feel your own slick running down your thighs but you couldnât care less.Â
Satoruâs mouth was heaven, he was eager and skilled, it was a bit of a deadly combination. He would happily die between your thighs.
âAh- F-fuck, toruâ, so close.â You stammered, tears running down your face, your eyebrows knitting together as you leaned your head back against the wall, Satoru let out an audible groan at your sweet taste, he wanted to swallow every drop of your sweet desire, all for him.
âYeah?â Satoru asked.Â
He pulled away just long enough so he could shove two of his fingers deep into your pussy before curling them to press against that soft gummy part of your walls that only made you writhe and whimper under him before his lips were wrapped around your clit again and he sucked, his tongue tracing over you until he heard your lewd sobs and felt your nails digging into his scalp.Â
Your vision went white, all the air left your lungs and drool dripped from the corner of your mouth as Satoru swallowed every drop of your desire for him with complete joy, his face pink and your slick coating his chin as he pulled away, looking up at you with a smirk, his head leaning against your thigh.
âAweâŠyou crying, princess?â
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A (W)Hole New Experience [M] â Kim Mingyu
⧠Because Mingyu likes big butts and he cannot lie â§
Your husband has always had a thing for your ass. And so itâs only natural for him to want to take your sex life to the next level. The question is whether you will let him.
⧠Genre: domestic AU; SMUT [18+], fluff, established relationship, minimal plot
â„ Pairing: chubby female!reader x husband!mingyu
⧠Word count: 7.9k+
⊠Warnings: reader is plus-size with big boobs and a big ass!, swearing, mingyu being a complete ass man, mingyu being a very loving husband, use of pet names (lots of 'baby'), mentions of alcohol, one mention of stretch marks and scars, lots of ass in this one bc well...u know ;) â pls let me know if I missed any :)
â Notes:
1) nsfw warnings under the cut!
2) donât read if youâre uncomfortable with anal sex or the mention thereof!!
3) iâm thinking of maybe turning this into a little nsfw + sfw Mingyu husband series...not sure yet, but if there are people who like the idea i might. sooooo, if u do, pls let me know!
â Shout out: thank you @forsythe-lll for proofreading again :D love u baaaabe đ also thank you @ikigaisvt for getting me in my mingyu feels hehe đ
⥠REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED â DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS âĄ
nsfw warnings: big dick!mingyu, soft dom!mingyu, long-ass foreplay (no kidding, itâs long), slight manhandling, face fucking, fingering (pussy + ass), spanking, butt plug, raw sex (reader is on birth control), creampies, cum play, anal sex (pls let me know if I missed any!)
If there was one thing that hadn't changed during the course of your five year relationship, it was your husbandâs infatuation with your ass. And boy did he love to remind you of that little fact any time he got the chance.
You could be in the middle of folding laundry and Mingyu would appear out of nowhere to deliver a slap to your ass because the way you'd bent had made it look âbigger and squishierâ.
Or if you happened to walk up the stairs with Mingyu right behind you, you bet that he was going to make a comment about your backside one way or another â more often than not, it ended with you on your hands and knees and your cheeks sore from one of his rough spankings.
You didn't mind at all. In fact, you loved the way your husband worshiped the ground you walked on because it made you feel confident, sexy and secure in your relationship.
Still, there were times you wished that he would just tone it down a little. Why? Because his obsession with your butt wasn't just confined to the four walls of your home.
Although your mutual friends had gotten used to his extreme public displays of affection, the general public definitely hadn't.
Mingyu didn't care though.
Even in the middle of a packed grocery store, he had no problem grabbing two handfuls of your ass, which almost always earned you some dirty looks from other store-goers â especially those with children.
The man had literally no shame when it came to you and your butt and he was proud of it, which is why it hadnât come as a total surprise when he blatantly asked you if he could fuck you in the ass during one of your at-home date nights.
Sure, you had to admit that you hadnât expected him to ask such an intimate question when one of the main characters in the series you had been watching was about to die, but you guessed that that was just typical Mingyu behavior.
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âYou wanna put it where?!â
âCome on, baby. Think about it. Youâd look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your ass,â Mingyu mumbled, his large hands slowly sliding down to your soft ass before giving it a firm squeeze.
âYeah, but have you seen yourself, Gyu? That thing is hugeâ you emphasized, holding up your index fingers to demonstrate just how big he was.
âAnd you love it,â he smirked, grabbing onto one of your fingers to place a gentle kiss onto it. âDonât pretend like youâre not begging me to fuck you stupid every single time.â
Heat rushed to your cheeks at his blatant statement. It was true though. You loved your husbandâs big dick and he never failed to give you the most toe-curling, bone-shattering orgasms whenever the two of you shared an intimate moment.
âIâm not. Itâs just...my ass is different. I donât feel like being split open and not being able to walk properly for days,â you sighed.
âSince when has that ever stopped you?â Mingyu snickered before teasingly brushing his soft lips over the smooth skin of your exposed neck.
âGyuâŠâ you whined, knowing exactly what he was doing. Only you decided that you werenât going to let him win this time.
âOkay okay, I wonât bring it up again,â he chuckled. âBut, if you change your mind...â
You giggled at the puppy eyes he was giving you. âYouâll be the first to know.â
â
That was about two months ago. Being the perfect and respectful husband he was, Mingyu stayed true to his words and hadnât brought up the topic again. Despite that, you couldnât deny that his question hadnât made you at least a little bit curious.
The truth was, prior to that moment, the thought of engaging in anal sex had oddly enough never even crossed your mind. You had always just assumed that it was something you werenât into based on the porn youâd come across and the horror stories several of your friends had shared with you.
But as the weeks passed, you couldnât seem to erase the idea from your mind. Ever so often, you caught yourself imagining what it would feel like to have Mingyuâs thick long digits stretch your ass open, in particular during the moments he was knuckle-deep inside your pussy to prepare you for his big cock. Even at times where your husband had you bent over for him while he was roughly pounding into you from behind, your mind sporadically flashed with images of him doing the same thing to your ass.
And although the thought of trying to fit Mingyuâs dick inside your ass seemed like an impossible task, you were also aware that if you ever wanted to try it, your husband would do anything in his power to make the experience as comfortable and as pleasurable for you as possible.
Regardless of that, you still felt apprehensive about the whole thing.
Well, that was until the topic had spontaneously come up during your monthly drinks with two of your best friends, Sora and Yumi â Wonwoo and Jeonghanâs wives.
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âYouâve never done anal?!â Sora gasped rather loudly, earning a bunch of judgmental and confused looks from the other customers.
âYah! Do you want the whole bar to know my business or what?â you hissed, obviously embarrassed by her sudden outburst. Announcing to the entire bar that youâd never been fucked in the ass was not on your to-do list tonight.
âSorry, I was just a little shocked. I mean, we all know Mingyu loves your ass, so we just assumed that...you know,â she mumbled with a slight shrug.
You let out a sigh before you took another sip from your cocktail. âYeah, well. We havenât. He asked, but I wasnât sure. Heâs...big.â
Yumi laughed at your final statement. âTrust me, youâre missing out on something, Y/N.â
âWhy donât you enlighten me then, Yumi?â you mused, looking at her expectantly.
âWell, I think Iâve had some of my best orgasms from doing anal with Hannie. Like, not even kidding, the leg-shaking, mind-numbing kind that makes you want to pass out from how good it is,â she exclaimed.
Sora nodded in agreement. âI second that. Wonwoo makes me squirt like crazy whenever he fucks my ass.â
âThat doesnât sound too bad,â you chuckled, suddenly feeling a little less apprehensive about the idea after hearing their positive experiences. âI guess I have been thinking about it a lot these past few weeks,â you continued, feeling comfortable enough to share that piece of information with them.
âAnd you want to try it?â Yumi questioned.
âI guess, butâŠâ
âBut what? Youâre afraid heâs going to split you apart?â Sora giggled. âWonwoo has a big dick too, you know? And Iâm still alive.â
You just rolled your eyes at her goofiness. But you had to give it to her...she did have a point.
âAnyway,â Yumi started. âWhat Sora is trying to say is that if itâs done right and with someone you trust, it can be the best thing ever.â
âExactly. Thereâs nothing to be afraid of, especially not when you have someone like Mingyu to take care of you. Forget all the bad stories youâve heard. Itâs different for everyone anyways,â Sora joined in.
Yumi nodded. âRight. And the most important thing is that youâre doing it because you want to do it. If youâre trying to force yourself, it will only be uncomfortable for the both of you.â
âOkay, so letâs say I want to try it, right? I still wouldnât even know where to start or how to bring it up to Gyu,â you sighed, throwing your head back in frustration before reaching for your drink again.
âWell, then youâre in luck, because you have two best friends who can teach you all about it,â Yumi smirked. âWhat do you say? You in?â
How could you not be when they were offering their help?
You finally let out a breathy chuckle before nodding your head. âYes, Iâm in. Please teach me everything you know.â
âOh, this is going to be good,â Sora grinned as she rubbed her hands together in excitement. âNow the real talk can begin.â
âMy thoughts exactly,â Yumi said, a similar grin adorning her face.
What the hell did you just agree to?
âSo,â she continued before leaning a little closer to you, âletâs start with butt plugs.â
âOh god.â
â
Thatâs how you ended up where you were, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel covering your damp body and the toy youâd recently bought clutched tightly in your left hand.
âGyu?â
âJust a second, baby. Iâm playing with the guys,â your husband responded, his eyes glued to the large TV screen on the wall.
âGyu,â you called again â you couldnât care less about the game he was playing and you bet that heâd forget about it the moment he noticed the state you were in.
âBaby, I t-holy shit!â Your husbandâs eyes nearly popped out of his head as you stepped into his vision, your towel now thrown aside to give him a full view of your plump body.
âDude, whatâs going on there?â Seungcheolâs confused voice sounded through the headset Mingyu was wearing.
âSorry guys, I gotta go,â he responded, his eyes hungrily raking over your naked form and in particular the purple butt plug you were holding in your hand. When did you get that?
âMingyu, what the fuck?â
âWeâre literally in the middle of a match!â Wonwoo added, seemingly unhappy with his friendâs lack of focus.
But Mingyu had already made up his mind. âItâs gonna have to be without me. Something urgent came up.â
And before his friends even had the chance to rebut, heâd turned off the TV and flung his headset to the side, his figure already stalking up to you with a determination that sent a wave of tingles down your spine and right to your pussy.
âWhatâs all of this, baby?â Mingyu couldnât help but grab two handfuls of your ass, fingers digging greedily into your soft flesh â his dick instantly hardened at the filthy thoughts that invaded his mind.
You grinned widely, already loving the effect you were having on your husband. Usually, he was the one riling you up and getting you all flustered for him, so it was nice to know that you could get the same reaction out of him from time to time.
âThought Iâd surprise you for a change.â
âWell, fuck,â he breathed, one of his hands reaching for the hand that was holding onto the toy. âDoes this mean what I think it does?â he asked as he held up your wrist, licking his lips as he inspected the spade shaped object.
âHmm, why donât you take me to the bedroom and find out for yourself?â
Mingyu didnât need any further encouragement. As soon as youâd finished your sentence, he was already dragging you up the stairs and into your spacious bedroom. You just let him, feeling excitement bubbling in your stomach at the prospect of what was about to come.
A squeal left your lips as he not-so-gently pushed you onto the bed, which was followed by him quickly crawling in between your legs to cage you in. You watched in anticipation as your eager husband pinned your hands above your head, his dark eyes boring into your own for a few seconds before he shifted his gaze to the object you were holding.
âHave you been using this on yourself?â he questioned, gently plucking it from your hand.
Your mouth opened as you were about to answer him, but the only sound you ended up producing was a choked moan when you felt the cold tip of the toy come into contact with your hardened nipple.
âAnswer me,â Mingyuâs demanding voice echoed through the room.
âY-Yes. Wanted to be ready for your cock,â you mumbled, your walls fluttering with need as he lightly tapped the plug against your sensitive bud.
Mingyu let out a low groan at that. âGod, youâre such a naughty girl.â
You could only hum in response, too focused on the way he was trailing the toy down your chest, every little touch spreading heat through your body from head to toe.
âSo, while I was at work, you were stuffing your pretty ass with this?â He stilled the toy right above your belly button.
âGyu,â you whined, wanting to cover your face with your hands at the slight embarrassment you were feeling from his bold question. Unfortunately for you, your husband still had your wrists pinned to the bed, making it impossible for you to hide from his intense gaze.
He just smirked, enjoying the way your body squirmed in his hold. âDonât get all shy on me now, baby. How did it feel, hmm?â he asked, leaning in slightly to nip at your pouty bottom lip.
âWas big, but so good,â you finally breathed, knowing that he wasnât going to let you go without an answer.
âYeah?â he mumbled, pulling back a little so that he could look into your eyes. âAnd now you canât get enough? You want my cock in your tight little hole?â
You could only moan in response, your eyes closing as you remembered how full youâd felt with that butt plug up your ass and how fast youâd been able to make yourself cum. If that was any indication of what youâd experience with your husbandâs cock filling you up, you were more than excited to try this.
âI need you to say it, baby,â Mingyu mumbled into your ear, his deep voice sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin.
âNeed you to fuck my ass,â you whimpered, any embarrassment you were feeling having been thrown out the window.
âFuck. Are you sure?â
âVery.â
âWhat made you change your mind?â he asked, wanting to be absolutely sure that you were doing this because you actually wanted to do this and not just to please him. Though the latter was highly unlikely â because you were by no means a people pleaser and perfectly capable of saying no to something you werenât comfortable with â it was a big step and Mingyu needed to know that you were going to be okay at the end of it.
âJust Sora...and Yumi,â you said, referring to your two best friends who had provided you with everything you needed to know.
âReally?â
âYeah, you can thank them later,â you smiled, finally able to wrap your arms around his neck now that heâd let go of your wrists.
âAre you really sure about this though?â Mingyu frowned, a concerned look taking over his features.
âGyu, Iâm not backing out. Iâve never been more sure about anything,â you assured him, moving one of your hands to cup his cheek.
âOkay,â he started, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips, âif thatâs what my beautiful wife wishes, who am I to deny her?â
He then leaned back in, his breath tickling your face with how close he was. It made you weak with want for the man and he hadnât even properly touched you yet.
âI love you.â
âI love you too,â you breathed, returning his smile with your own as you curiously awaited his next move, your eyes never straying from his blazing dark brown orbs.
âIâll take good care of you, baby,â was the last thing he mumbled before he eagerly pressed his lips to yours. You let out a surprised moan in response, a shiver running down your spine at the sudden intensity of his actions.
In contrast to the sweet words heâd mumbled only moments ago, his lips were anything but that. They were hungry and forceful, his wet tongue dipping inside your mouth insistently as he tried to drown in the taste of you.
His hands moved with equal eagerness as they roamed your body, pulling and kneading your skin with his large warm hands. And you were more than happy to let him. If there was anyone who knew your body best, anyone who knew how to make you crumble with only a simple touch, it would be Mingyu. After years of practice, he had your body mapped out like a professional, from your scars to your stretch marks, to your moles and your beautiful curves. He loved it all and he had no intention of letting you forget about that â as if you ever could with the way he worshiped your body every day.
Everything about the man was intoxicating and it was getting more difficult to think as your mind swirled with arousal. You tried to find something to ground yourself with, but with every kiss and with every touch of his expert fingers sliding across your skin, you felt yourself float further and further away from reality.
It didnât take long before you had turned into a needy puddle, your pussy throbbing with desire and your mind drunk on the feeling of Mingyuâs electric touches.
You whined out in protest when he detached himself from your bruised lips, but he was quick to shut you up. His lips continued a path down your body, his tongue flicking out to give some teasing licks as he went before coming to a stop at your chest. You watched with anticipation as your husband ran his tongue across his bottom lip, a starved look in his eyes that you recognized all too well.
In the blink of an eye, he had his face buried into your tits with a loud groan, hungrily nipping at the soft squishy skin with his sharp teeth while one of his hands squeezed whatever he couldnât fit into his mouth. Your bodyâs automatic response was to arch into it, only wanting more, your own hands desperately tugging at his shirt as you felt yourself getting impatient at the pace with which you were going.
Your husband grinned as he slowly retreated, opting to pinch one of your hardened buds. âArenât you a needy little thing?â
âM-Mingyu,â you whimpered, shuddering from the sudden wave of pain mixed with pleasure that coursed through your body. âPlease.â
âIâm just calling it as I see it, baby,â he teased, his grin morphing into a devilish smirk as he keened at the sight of you begging for him.
âDonât t-tease me.â
âThen tell me what you want, baby.â
âWant your clothes off,â you mumbled, reaching up once again to tug at the white t-shirt he had on.
But Mingyu wasnât going to give you what you wanted just yet. âAnd what else?â
âWanna suck your cock.â
âYeah? Youâre gonna let me fuck that sweet little mouth of yours?â he questioned, his dick twitching in his pants as he imagined your pretty lips wrapped around his length.
The moan you let out at his question sounded like music to his ears. âYes, wanna make you feel good.â
Your husband knew that you loved his dick, especially when he used your mouth to get himself off â the sloppier and messier, the better. It always had your pussy dripping for him by the end of it and if Mingyu loved one thing, it was the sound of your squelching pussy as he fucked into you. Heâd be crazy to refuse such a tempting offer from his eager wife.
His cock was in your hand as soon as heâd gotten rid of all his clothes, your skillful fingers gliding up and down his length at an agonizing pace. Your burning eyes followed every twitch in your husbandâs facial expression. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly opened and his breath coming out in sharp gasps as you teased him. In your eyes, there was nothing more arousing than knowing you were making him feel good.
âDonât tease me, baby,â he hissed when you unexpectedly stuck out your tongue to catch a drop of precum that escaped from his tip.
âBut it is so fun,â you smiled innocently, knowing damn well what you were doing.
Of course Mingyu, who was very familiar with your games by now, saw right through that. âYouâre really asking for it, hmm? How about you open up and let me fuck that attitude right out of you? Is that what you want?â
âFuck,â you gasped, your head suddenly pulled back by the hand that had made its way into your hair. You could already feel the slick seeping out of your needy cunt, slowly messing up your inner thighs as you watched your husband grab onto the base of his fat cock.
âOpen your mouth, baby,â he ordered, tapping his tip on your bottom lip, the salty taste of his precum invading your taste buds.
You reacted almost immediately, opening your mouth wide and extending your tongue, ready to take all of him now that youâd had a little taste of him. Mingyu couldnât help but let out a small chuckle at your willingness. He felt a sense of pride at the fact that only he got to ever see you like this, on your knees, practically begging for his cock with those alluring eyes of yours.
Mingyu watched with hungry eyes as your pretty lips stretched around his aching erection, inch after inch of his cock disappearing into your wet and hot mouth. Even after all these years, it was a sight that he could never get tired of. It was just so good. And you took everything he gave you with such ease. It was as if your mouth was made for him and only him, a perfect match made in heaven.
You let out a muffled moan when you felt the tip hit the back of your mouth, feeling completely and utterly full with nearly his entire length stuffed down your throat. Your husband's dick was heavy on your tongue, but oh so heavenly. And the combination of the stretch, the fullness and the faint taste of salty precum was enough to send your mind reeling and your pussy dripping with lust.
âHoly fuck,â Mingyu exclaimed with a gasp, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your hot tongue rubbing along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. âSuch a good girl, taking me in like that.â
That earned another moan from you. Mingyu shuddered at the vibrations it sent through his cock, his hips bucking involuntarily as he pushed another inch down your throat.
You gagged in response, your eyes instantly watering from the unexpected move.
The way Mingyu loosened his grip on your hair told you that he was about to pull back, no doubt to ask you if you were okay. But you stopped him, your fingernails digging into his upper thighs to prevent him from moving and your eyes signaling him that you were more than okay.
And you really were. With a cock as big as your husband's, choking was not uncommon and although it had taken some time to get used to it, you'd come to love it, even to the point where it only made you that much wetter for him. Mingyu was well aware of that fact, but he couldn't help but check on you when it happened, always putting your well-being before his pleasure.
That's why you decided to encourage him a little bit more by letting him feel just how 'okay' you were.
While maintaining eye contact with your husband, you took a deep breath through your nose and hollowed your cheeks before sucking. Hard. So hard that it made Mingyu see stars for just a brief moment.
âShit!â he hissed just as you applied some pressure to one of his sensitive spots with your tongue. âOkay, okay, I get it. You're fine. Fucking hell.â
And apparently, that was all the reassurance Mingyu needed because he almost immediately began moving his hips in rhythm with your head, using the grip he had on your hair to push himself further and further down your throat with every thrust.
Little by little, Mingyu could feel himself start to succumb to his desire, his body completely overtaken by lust as he used your mouth to chase his own high. It didn't take long before he was full on fucking your face, pushing at the back of your head with an urgency that matched the building desire inside him. Pleasure coursed through him with every movement, the sensation of your tight mouth sucking him in only adding to the intensity.
âShit, baby. You look so fucking hot,â Mingyu groaned, tightening his grip on your hair. You were an absolute mess, with that fucked out look on your face, saliva spilling from both sides of your mouth and your cheeks wet from the tears that had fallen down in the process. He thought you looked absolutely ravishing and it only made him want to ruin your just that much more.
You absolutely loved this side of your husband and you were more than happy to let him use you however he pleased if it meant you got to see him like this from time to time. The way you were drooling all over his cock and the way you were now frantically pumping your fingers into your dripping cunt was more than enough proof that you were enjoying every second of it.
âFuck. Are you touching yourself, baby?â Mingyu grunted, now able to hear the familiar squelching sounds as you continuously plunged your fingers into your sopping pussy.
The muffled whimper you let out in response nearly sent your husband into a frenzy. To know that you were touching yourself even though he couldn't see it was enough to make him go feral. He started to lose control of his movements, becoming more and more erratic with every flick of your tongue and every squeeze of your lips, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
You were in a similar position, feeling the coil in your stomach getting tighter with every pump of your fingers, so you knew that it wouldnât take much longer for you to reach your peak.
But then right before either of you had the chance to cum, he pulled you off his spit-covered cock and roughly pushed you onto your back, spreading your legs wide open.
âMingyu wha-oh fuck!â you yelled, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Mingyu's thick digits replaced your own. From the moment he'd slid them between your slippery walls, he was all over you â his free hand roaming over your curves and his mouth back to nipping at your squishy breasts.
It took him only seconds to find your spot and then he was moving, thrusting his fingers at a pace that made you lose all functioning.
âGyu, r-right there,â you mewled, completely succumbing to the pleasure your husband was giving you. âC-Cum-ing!â
âCum for me, baby. Want you to cream all over my hand,â he urged, his mouth glued to your smooth neck as his fingers rubbed against your sweet spot, determined to make you cum.
You couldnât hold it in any longer, finally letting go with a cry of your husbandâs name, your walls tightly clenching around his fingers as you trembled beneath him.
âGood girl,â Mingyu mumbled, slowing down his movements before they finally came to a stop. Your body felt like jelly as you watched him pull out and clean his slick-covered fingers with his tongue. âFucking sweet like always,â he groaned, leaning down to capture your lips into a messy kiss that made you moan into his mouth.
âI wanted your cum though,â you pouted after heâd pulled away, his chin now glistening from the drool that had dribbled down your chin during his assault on your throat.
Your husband could only chuckle at your sulky attitude, loving how you could sound so cute but so naughty at the same time. âPatience, baby. Iâm saving it for your pretty little holes.â
âThen do something,â you whined, eyeing his glistening hard cock.
âYeah? You ready for this then?â he asked, picking up the discarded butt plug from the other side of the bed. You quickly nodded, biting your lip in excitement.
Mingyu turned his body and reached into the drawer of the nightstand to grab the lube, and as you watched him coat two of his fingers in the substance, it suddenly dawned on you that you were really about to let your husband play with your ass. Honestly, it made you more than a little nervous.
âGyu?â
âYes, baby?â he responded, his eyes turning soft when he noticed the slight tremble in your voice.
âJust go easy on me, okay?â
He leaned in to place a soft kiss onto your lips, followed by another and another until you slowly felt yourself start to relax again. âI will, baby. Trust me.â
âI trust you,â you mumbled. You did. You trusted your husband with anything and this was no different. You wanted this and you wanted to do this with him.
Mingyu, who was satisfied with your reaction, took that as an invitation to continue. âAss up for me, baby.â
He didnât need to tell you twice. You were on your hands and knees within seconds, your breath caught in your throat as you waited for him to touch you.
Shivers shot through your body when Mingyuâs hands finally made contact with your skin. He gently slid one of his hands up the bare skin of your plush thigh, while the other slid in between your plump ass cheeks.
Your body jerked at the feeling of your husbandâscold finger pressing against your puckered rim. He slowly circled it around your hole for a few seconds, letting you get used to it, before carefully dipping it inside.
You gasped at the familiar yet strange feeling. It wasnât like you hadnât fingered yourself there before, but with Mingyu doing it, it felt like a whole new experience. He was going easy on you though, slowly pushing his finger deeper inside you, trying to stretch you around his thick digit. His other hand had moved to your hip, softly squeezing your skin to help you stay calm.
It was tight, much tighter than when youâd used your own fingers, but the lube definitely made it easier for Mingyu to slide his finger back and forth between your tense walls.
âYou good?â Mingyuâs soothing voice suddenly sounded in your right ear, his finger stilling momentarily.
Your head lolled back onto his shoulder as you tried to comprehend what heâd said, your mind already slightly hazy from the finger that was knuckle-deep inside your ass. âMhmm, so good. Need more, Gyu,â you begged, your voice raw with need.
Your husband took that as a sign to add another finger. Pulling back his hand, he gently pushed another one of his lubed digits past your rim, letting it join the one that was already in your ass. You slightly tensed up at the new feeling, your breathing coming out in soft gasps as you tried to relax your body.
It took a few reassuring kisses to your shoulder and a bit more lube before Mingyu was able to move his two fingers in a scissoring motion without much resistance. He couldnât believe that you were actually letting him do this. It was everything he could have wanted and more. Just the sight of your tight hole stretching around his fingers was enough to have his dick twitching with wanton desire.
âStill good?â he asked again when he realized that you hadnât made a sound in a while.
You nodded frantically, surprising him by pushing yourself back against his hand. âF-Fuck, yes. Donât stop, Gyu.â
Mingyu groaned, pleased with your response. âYouâre doing so well for me,â he said, his eyes focusing on the fingers that you were currently fucking yourself on. âIâm gonna add another,â he announced, reaching for the lube again with his free hand.
This time, the stretch was even bigger. You had to grasp onto the sheets to ground yourself, a strangled moan leaving your lips at the new intrusion. Mingyu was quick to take your mind off the pain, leaning in to whisper words of encouragement into your ear, and brushing his lips across your skin as he slowly fucked three of his fingers into you.
Without you realizing it, your husband had picked up the butt plug again. He softly brought it down onto your skin and started to trail it down your back, all the way until it it came to a stop on your ass cheek. âYou ready for some more?â Mingyu asked after a while, lightly tapping the toy against your skin, your ass now stretched perfectly to fit his digits.
âPlease...want it,â you whimpered, now realizing that he was talking about the butt plug. Mingyu placed one final kiss onto your neck before pulling away. Slowly, he retreated his fingers, causing you to groan at the empty feeling it left behind.
The sound of lube being squeezed out of the tube caught your attention, and pretty soon, your body was shuddering at the feeling of the cold substance being rubbed all over your hole.
Your breathing hitched as Mingyu placed the lubed-up plug against your ass, teasingly sliding it up and down your crack to prepare you for what was about to come. You lowered yourself to the bed, burying your face in the sheets when you felt Mingyu start to apply some pressure. Once again, the stretch was intense and you couldnât help but moan out loud at the odd but enjoyable sensation, your hand moving down to your clit for some extra stimulation.
Mingyu was in his own world, watching with fascination as your hole slowly stretched around the purple toy, trying to accommodate its size. He was gripping onto your ass cheek with his other hand for dear life, afraid he was going to lose it if he didnât have something to hold on to.
His dick was throbbing, back to leaking large beads of precum at the sight below him. âShit, baby. If only you could see yourself taking it so well...fuck,â he groaned, tightening his grip on your ass when he finally managed to pop the whole thing inside you.
You cursed, taking a few deep breaths to get used to the feeling of the smooth toy filling you up. It felt good, so damn good that you were pretty sure it wouldnât take much to get you to cum again.
âFuck, Gyu,â you moaned, wiggling your ass when Mingyu suddenly tugged at the toy. This was followed by a loud smack and then a stinging pain on your left ass cheek, the plug shifting slightly as your body jerked at the impact.
Mingyu nearly creamed himself at the way your soft ass jiggled as a result. âYouâre such a good girl for me.â Another slap was delivered to your ass, which elicited a whimper from you. âWanna fuck you so hard.â
The thought of having Mingyu fuck your pussy with the butt plug still snug inside your tight ass made your walls flutter in excitement. âPlease,â you begged, wiggling your ass again since you knew what effect that had on your husband. âFuck my pussy...want it,â you whined.
Just as you expected, your husband took the bait, never needing much convincing when it came to you. He was quick to grab a hold of his dick, giving it a few hard strokes before guiding it to your leaking cunt.
âGonna fuck you stupid. You want that, donât you?â Mingyuâs words came out as a question, but both of you knew that that was exactly what you wanted. His grip tightened on your ass, fingers digging into your supple flesh as he teased your slit.
âYes! Want you to fuck me stupid,â you nearly cried, desperate for some friction. âPlease, need it so bad I-ah!â Without any warning, your husband slid the entirety of his cock inside your pussy, your slick walls sucking him right in with how wet you were.
âOh god!â The feeling was almost surreal, the warmth of Mingyuâs pulsating cock contrasting with the coolness and smoothness of the plug lodged in your ass. It was the fullest youâd ever been and in this position, you were able to feel everything â every ridge, every curve, every vein. You felt like you were going to burst any minute now if he didnât move soon.
Mingyu seemed to be thinking the exact same thing. He only pulled back slightly before slamming every inch of his cock back in with rough force. You couldnât do anything but surrender and cry out in pleasure as your husband pounded your sweet pussy.
The sensation of being stretched from within both holes was overwhelming, but you didnât want it to stop. You absolutely reeled in the feeling, pleasure clouding your mind and your eyes watering at the continuous stimulation that coursed through your body. Very quickly, you could feel your climax building within you, the coil in your stomach tightening once again as Mingyuâs cock thrust into your sopping wet cunt over and over again.
Mingyu wasnât doing much better, his own release approaching fast with how tight your walls were gripping onto his cock. That, plus the additional pressure from the purple toy that was still sitting snug inside your ass was only adding to the tension building up inside him, his balls constricting with every thrust.
âShit shit shit! Youâre so tight,â he moaned, his eyes fixated on the way your ass jiggled with every slap of flesh hitting flesh, your pussy squelching with each movement. You couldnât get a word out, completely out of it as Mingyu increased his pace, only going faster and harder. âOh fuck! Iâm gonna cum!â
At the same time, he applied some pressure on the plug, pushing it just a little deeper inside. You trembled at the extra stimulation, your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head as you exploded around your husband with a cry of his name.
Mingyu came right after, his own orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks. A loud groan rolled off his lips as he filled you up with his thick warm cum, marking you as his own as he let himself get lost in the feeling of your warm wet pussy spasming around his cock.
Both of you were panting and covered in sweat by the time he stilled. You whined softly as your husband slipped his cock out, already feeling some of his cum start to drizzle out of your cunt.
âYou alright, baby?â he asked, leaning himself over your back to look at your face, which was still half buried in the sheets.
âIâm better than that. Felt so full,â you breathed, your legs still shaking from the incredible experience. You were actually hoping that he was ready for some more. âAre youâŠ?â you trailed off, looking up at him with big eyes in the hope that he would know what you were trying to get at.
âAm I what?â he mused, a small grin making its way onto his face. âI didnât fuck you stupid enough, hmm?â
âYou did, but...you know? I need you in my ass,â you replied, moving your hips back to bump against his front.
Mingyu took a deep breath through his nose as he moved back, his hands returning to your ass before delivering another loud smack to both cheeks. âFuck, woman. Youâre insatiable.â You whimpered in response, your ass clenching around the smooth toy. He then chuckled, sliding his hands down to your thick thighs. âBut thatâs one of the reasons I love you.â
You let Mingyu reposition you, pulling you onto your hands and knees and lifting your ass up a little higher before running one of his hands over the toy. The movement caused the plug to move slightly, stretching your rim just a little bit more as pleasure shot through you.
âShit,â you gasped, feeling a sudden increase of pressure as you felt him grab a hold of the plug. Slowly, he began to retreat it, careful not to hurt you as it popped out of your shivering body. Mingyu was quick to throw it to the side, taking a few seconds to massage your cheeks and admire the mess the two of you had created. He ran two of his fingers through your folds to scoop up some of his cum that had seeped out of your pussy before rubbing it around your rim.
The sight drove Mingyu crazy, your hole covered in lube and remnants of his and your own arousal, completely ready for him to ruin. He reached for the lube again, this time applying a generous amount to his cock.
You hissed at the coldness of the gel as your husbandâs lube-covered tip was placed against your puffy ring, arousal already starting to cloud your mind again.
âYou sure you can handle it, baby? My dick is so much bigger than your little toy,â Mingyuâs concerned voice sounded through the room.
âYes! Fuck me...please, just fuck me,â you begged, not caring about how desperate or needy you sounded at that moment. All you knew was that you needed to feel your husbandâs cock inside your ass. And it needed to happen now.
Mingyu could barely contain himself the moment his tip slid past your puckeredrim. It was like he was transported to another dimension, stars appearing in front of his eyes as he basked in the feeling of your walls squeezing him.
âGod! So. Fucking. Tight,â he managed to get out through gritted teeth, his hips slowly pressing forward to push more of cock inside.
âOh my-fuck!â you whimpered, almost feeling as if you were being ripped apart with Mingyuâs fat cock forcing its way between your walls. It was unlike anything youâd felt before, slightly uncomfortable but certainly not unpleasant. And heâd definitely been right though. That butt plug was nothing compared to his cock. He was huge and you were nothing but a whimpering mess as you took every single inch until he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass.
âBreathe for me, baby,â Mingyu mumbled, rubbing soothing circles into your sides as he let you get familiar with the sensations.
âYou feel so big,â you whined softly, doing as he instructed before taking some deep breaths to bring down your heart rate. âCanât believe youâre in my ass.â
âI canât believe you let me have your juicy ass,â Mingyu grunted as he slowly began to move, gently easing you into it. â Youâre so fucking sexy, you have no idea.â
Your body jolted at the feeling of Mingyuâs fingers making contact with your throbbing clit after heâd draped himself across your back. The unexpected action was a welcome distraction from the slight pain and you found that it instantly made you relax a bit more with each gentle thrust that followed.
As soon as he started to draw circles into your sensitive nub, you felt a change in your body. The discomfort slowly ebbed away, now replaced by little jolts of pleasure that shot through your form. Your head was thrown back in response, your breath coming out in small whines as you relished in the feeling.
âFuck!â you mewled, fisting the sheets between your hands as your husband slid two of his fingers inside your dripping pussy, immediately curling them up to locate your most sensitive spot.
âOkay?â Mingyu asked, a little smirk on his face at the way you were enjoying his cock in your ass.
You could only moan at his question, too fucked out to formulate a proper response just as his fingertips rubbed against that sweet spot inside you. Mingyu took that opportunity to speed up the pace, fucking you harder and using a little bit more force with every thrust until the familiar sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin resonated through the room.
It wasnât long before you were clinging onto your husband, both of his strong arms holding you up as he forcefully pounded into you, your tits practically bouncing in your face with every rough motion. You were just as eager, clenching around his cock and desperately slamming your ass back to try and match his pace.
Mingyu felt like he was losing it. He was close, so close and he wished he could hold out longer. But you were so fucking tight, he just couldnât help himself. Any minute and he was going to shoot his load.
âYou c-close?â He slightly sped up the movement of his hands, wanting you to cum with him, to feel you trembling in his arms as you came undone for him.
âSo close, Gyu! Donât stop!â you cried, digging your nails into the skin of his toned arms. You couldnât keep up anymore. With Mingyu speeding up his thrusts and his fingers deep inside your cunt, you were completely putty in his hands, so close to cumming that it felt as if you were about to blow.
âFuuuck!â Mingyu finally snapped with a loud moan, thrusting his hips forcefully a few more times before he came hard, shuddering from the impact of the immense pleasure that took over him â no doubt the hardest heâd ever come.
The feeling of warm spurts of his cum covering your walls was what sent you over the edge. You gasped, a chorus of moans rolling off your lips as white momentarily flashed before your eyes, your legs automatically clenching shut at the intense stimulation.
Both of you collapsed on the bed right after, Mingyuâs now-softening cock slowly slipping out of you. He immediately took you in his arms, placing one of his hands onto your ass to deliver a small tap to it.
âYou alright, baby?â he asked, rubbing your back with the other.
âPerfect,â you smiled, lifting your head to meet his eyes. âEverything was perfect,â you added, moving in to kiss his pouty lips.
He smirked, a sudden thought invading his mind. âHowâs your ass?â
âMy ass is on fire,â you pouted, the statement causing your husband to laugh. âGyu! Stop laughing, Iâm serious!â
âI warned you,â he replied, his smirk now replaced by an amused smile as he teasingly squeezed your plump ass cheek.
âI know, I know,â you sighed, knowing that he was right. âBut, I have no regrets.â
âNot a single one?â
âNot a single one,â you confirmed, running your hand through his disheveled hair.
âDoes that mean I get to fuck your ass again tomorrow?â
You looked at him as if heâd just grown two heads. Was he actually serious right now?
âGyu. I just told you my ass is on fire!â
âI could always kiss it better,â he grinned, sticking out his tongue before giving you a sneaky wink.
âYou horny idiot,â you giggled, playfully slapping the side of his head.
âBut Iâm your horny idiot,â he emphasized, squeezing you tighter against him.
âYes, you are,â you smiled, allowing yourself to melt into his touch.
And really, you wouldnât have wanted it to be any other way. Yes, even if it meant walking around with a sore ass from time to time.
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SKZ Break up Reaction (Maknae Line)
A/N:so Iâm uploading this on my phone cause my 4 year old decided to break my chromebooks screen but I wanted to get this posted so I can post the second part to both anyway if you guys have any requests my requests are open any group you want me to write I usually do lol so just let me know anyway hope you enjoy please like comment reblog I love hearing your opinions
Jisung:
âGET OUT!â You shout, as you feel Jisungs arms wrap around your waist. You can feel his tears leaking through your shirt as he begs you to hear him out. Your tears streamed down your face. âyou need to leave Jisungâ You growl taking his arms from around you. His head shakes in panic âNo! NO! Im sorry okay?! It was a mistake it didnât mean anything to meâ he cries. His shoulders shaking rapidly. You scoff at his words âYeah for you it was just a fucking tuesday of course it wouldnât mean shit to you. But the fact that you didnât even think about me or I donât know maybe the fact that you werent even single, proves to me that everything youre saying is bullshit. You donât just go and fuck someone and then say Oops I made a mistake. You made a fucking choice Jisung and just cause it doesnât mean anything to you now doesnât mean you didnât fucking do it and proves how much I cant trust you.â You snap, gesturing to the crying boy. Grabbing the bags you packed for him, you shove them at your ex boyfriend.
âI donât want to goâ Jisung confesses, his hand wrapping around your wrist pulling you back into him; burying your face in his chest. âPlease donât make me go, I donât want to wake up every morning without you. I donât want to let you go. It meant nothing then and now please believe me I donât want anyone else it was a drunken mistake and I will never stop regretting it. I can make it up to you, I-I c-can fix things pleaseâfuckâplease donât make me go. I love youâ His sobs take over his body as you begin to pull yourself away from him. You stare at him, wanting to remember every inch of his face. You caress his cheek. Your eyes locking with one another âIm sorry, but I cant trust you anymore and I cant be with someone I cant trust. I want to break up. Im sorry but if you donât leave. I willâ You confess pulling your hand away from him. âPlease....â He whines âIm sorry fuck im so sorry theres nothing I could be more sorry about I donât know how to fix it. But I donât want to leave please donât make me leave, I need you okay? I need YOU! No one else I donât know how to convince you of thatâ You shake your head at his words âYou donât need to convince me, you never will be able to Jisung, thereâs never an excuse and I wont be able to trust you ever again. It will always feel like a lie.â His eyes widen in shock.
âi-I-â You lift your hand, not wanting to hear anymore âJust go, Jisung! Im done you hurt me way to much and I donât want to hear your lies anymoreâ You growl. Nodding in defeat, he picks up his bags and makes his way to the door. You hold the door open for him as he makes his way out as he turns to face you once more you can feel your resolve breaking âI will always love youâ he cries as you close the door.
Felix:
NEW MESSAGE: LIXIEđâïž
Hey baby, just wanted to tell you good morning and I miss you when can I see you again? Its been too longđ
Your heart races as you read his message. Biting your lip you contemplate replying before deciding to lock your phone and continue avoiding him. You werent sure why he even bothered anymore, you knew he was pretending, and whilst he didnât know you had learned the truth about him, you felt stupid every time you thought about seeing him. You were torn between the Felix you had gotten to know a bubbly sweet and kindhearted person that would give up their last for anyone in need, and the one that, apparently, likes to make bets with his friends about how long it would take for you to sleep with him. Its been a few days since you had been told the truth by Minhoâs girlfriend, and ever since you had avoided Felix. You couldnât help but feel anxious and idiotic anytime you thought about being near him, apparently he had won the bet, you did sleep with him fairly quickly considering you guys have been going out for only a few months and have been actively having sex since about your third date; and the idea that right after he went and reported his win to the boys made you feel dirty, gross, and used.
Your phone vibrating in your hand pulls you from your thoughts. Staring at the screen youre met with a photo of your smiling boyfriend. Pressing the decline button, you toss your phone on the bed lifting yourself to your feet. You stare around your room, pictures of you and Felix laugh at you as you grab the stuffed bear Felix had won for you on your second date. With a newfound resolve you toss the bear on the ground. Your body acting on its own accord as you begin throwing every symbol and memory of your relationship in a large destructive pile on the ground. Sobs rack through your chest, nausea building in your stomach. You trusted him, you allowed him to knock your walls down and he lied, pretended and faked his way through everything. With determination in your heart you stomp your way over to your bed grabbing your phone opening your messages with him.
To: LIXIEđâïž
Please stop calling me stop texting me just leave me alone you won your stupid bet just leave me alone weâre done.
Your palms were sweating as your phone began vibrating once more. You stare at the photo of Felix, your jaw clenches as hot tears run down your face. You watch as the photo disappears a missed call notification coming in before the photo pops up once more. You sit in place as a plethora of calls continue to come in as well as messages all unseen. With a shaky breathe you turn your phone off, opting to take a shower you trudge your way to the bathroom. Your movements halt at the rapid knocks on your front door. âBabe! Pleaseâfuckâopen the door!â Felixâs deep voice pleads. Your hand smacks over your mouth, as you hear your doorknob rattling âY/N! Open up pleaseâ he cries. âLet me explain!â The knocks continue in quick succession. âP-please! I-I c-canât lo-lose y-yo-you, n-not like t-this please!â His voice is desperate, you could tell he was crying. âIâm sorryâ the door begins to shake. You could tell he was trying to ram the door open. âIâm sorry! Please talk to me, we canât be over we canât Im an idiot but you mean so much to me donât break up with me Iâm sorry! Iâll explain Iâll tell you everything pleaseâ your sobs unable to be hidden anymore âY/N?! Are you crying? Pleaseâfuckâdonât cry please Iâm sorry please open the door please! I need to see you. I need you to listen please open up!â He pleaded. You stared at the door as your heart pounded on your sternum as Felix pounded on your door. You apologized silently as you sat on the ground your arm wrapped around your waist as you held your hand over your mouth; tears steadily streaming down your face not being able to bring yourself to open the door.
Seungmin:
You stared blankly at the mahogany table, avoiding Seungmins bored stare. âWhy did you ask me to meet you here if you werenât going to say anything?â He questions confusion etched on his features You sat in shock at his words, you werenât sure why you were so surprised at the cold stoic tone he used. It had always been the same with him anyway always leaving you to feel small under his judging gaze. You questioned the status of your relationship often due to the lack of affection on either part. You felt more like a close friend rather than his girlfriend or even someone he was dating, and whilst you two had never defined your relationship, you did assume from the fact that he had specifically told you that he had considered the time you two spent together as dates. You stared at your hands as your fingers continued to play with themselves in your lap. âIâm sorryâŠâ you murmur, you hear him hum in response âitâs fine everyone has bad daysâ you shake your head in response ân-noâŠIâm sorry but I donât think we should see each other anymoreâ your voice is almost a whisper but the widening of Seungminâs eyes has you shocked. âC-Can I ask why? I thought things were going wellâŠâ he questions his hand reaching for yours sadness flashes across his features as you shift yourself further away from him âweâre more friends than anything donât you thinkâ you mumble disappointedly. âFriends?â He scoffs like the term was beneath him. âIâd like to think we are more than friendsâ he states calmly.
You wrap your arms around your waist âhonestly can you name a single time weâve done anything that could signify that weâre more than friendsâ you snap. Seungmin leans back in his seat, taking a sip of his coffee. âWe go out on datesâŠumm I talk to you all the timeâŠâ he trails as he contemplates more answers only to come up with nothing and letting out a sigh. âItâs okayâŠyou arenât attracted to me Seungminie, not the way I am to you and I think you should find a girl you actually likeâ you state sadly as you lift yourself from your seat. âGoodbyeâŠâ you mumble as you make youâre way out of the cafĂ©. Seungmin sat there in shock, a tear running down his cheek as you make your exit. He willed himself to say something, anything to get you to stay. He watched in horror as you made your way out of the door. His heart shattering in his chest as he wills you to turn around and just see him, see how heâs falling apart at your departure. Heâs begged for every moment with you and in his idiocy you were wisped away, he felt lost what could he do?
Jeongin:
âYouâre really wearing that?!â The disgust oozing out in his tone. You look down at your lilac skin tight dress and white thigh highs before nodding with confusion etched on your features a pout in your lips. âI-is there something wrong with what Im wearing?â You prod your eyebrow raising in offense. Jeongin scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. You stood in your place, biting your lip in frustration âI mean you look reallyâŠ..interesting.â He grits. You could feel the uncomfortable stares. You knew what he meant by interesting, reflexively you tug on the hem of your dress bringing it lower on your legs. âDonât listen to him you look great!â Nayeon smiled as she rubbed your wrist comfortingly. You nod dejected, your eyes not leaving the ground. âI-Iâm going to get something to drinkâ you state rapidly as you rush over to the kitchen. You stare down at your dress, you felt stupid and thanked god you had brought a hoodie. Taking a deep breath you grab a red solo cup pouring a small bit of vodka and adding pineapple juice before mixing the drink. You stare into the concoction, as used to Jeongins temperament and the harshness of his tone you are, you contemplate as to why you had even entered this torturous relationship.
You couldnât think of many times when Jeongin would speak to you without insulting you in some shape or form. From your hair being the wrong way to you just being too annoying for his taste that day there was always something you did wrong. You thought today would be different, you thought for once heâd actually acknowledge you the way he used too when you first began. Your heart completely shattered considering it was your second anniversary. Your relationship was fantastic up until just a few months ago and now it feels like Jeongin would rather drop dead before even looking at you anymore. You donât know why you had bothered anymore it obviously wasnât working. Youâve done everything you could to try to save your relationship tonight being your final attempt and as much as you wanted to give the rest of the night a chance; he couldnât even acknowledge your anniversary all day and then to greet you like that at a party you didnât even want to be at. You werenât sure if you could continue this, you missed your loving, sweet boyfriend. You didnât know who this Jeongin was. You sighed as you take a sip from your drink. The mixture of alcohol to juice lacking so you grab the vodka bottle once more.
âSure get drunk so I have to take care of you tonightâ you hear from behind you, you roll your eyes. âWhat? Iâm literally just making my first drinkâ you scoff before turning and shoving past your boyfriend his hand wrapping around your arm âoh and thanks for embarrassing me tonight by the wayâ he spits. An embarrassing heat fills your cheeks âhow did I embarrass you?â You growl a fire burning in your eyes. âYouâre kidding right?â His lips are formed in a tight line, you press your chest against his in defiance âNo! How did I fucking embarrass you Jeongin?â
âSo dressing like a slut to a party where you know your boyfriend and his friends are going to be isnât a fucking problem? Itâs not embarrassing?â He snaps, the glare in his eyes challenging you. The rage filling your stomach you toss your drink in his face. âI canât believe you! You fucking prickâ you shout, Jeongins eyes grow wide at your action. He stood there shocked, covered in your drink, his hands reaching for you quickly with a call of your name. You put your arms up preventing him from touching you. âNo! Iâm done! Iâm so fucking done with you Jeongin! For months Iâve put up with your shitty attitude all because I loved you and you obviously donât feel the fucking same anymore! You made me miserable and I still loved you! Donât call me donât text me just leave me alone. Happy anniversary Jeongin, Iâm giving you the best gift I couldâŠyouâre single congratulationsâ your resolve completely breaking as tears stream down your face. You can see the panic in Jeongins eyes, his mouth sits agape in shock. With a scoff you turn to make your exit. âW-wait! Where are you going?â He calls, his voice is shaky. âBabe?!â You can hear him following after you âwait! Y/N!â His voice is shaky as you make your way out the front door, you knew if you turned back just one look at his face would break you. You had to keep going; you picked up your pace as the cold air kissed your skin.
Your car was only down the street a bit you just had to make it there and you were home free. Your heart raced as your legs moved rapidly. You felt arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back into a strong frame. The familiar cologne fills your nostrils, you could feel his shaking figure. âDonât go, Iâm sorryâ he pleads. You sigh âplease let me go Jeonginâ pulling his arms from around you not turning to look at him. âIâm sorry please donât go im an idiot I didnât mean to forget but I donât think itâs something you should break up with me overâ he scoffs slight annoyance in his tone. A scowl forms on your face as you whip around to look him in his eyes âyou know what?! Yeah! You ARE indeed a fucking idiot! If you think Iâm breaking up with you over this bullshit ass anniversary then youâre wrong! You treat me like shit and a burden and Iâm just done you obviously donât love me anymore and as much as I do love you I deserve better justâŠplease leave me aloneâŠâ tears stream down your face at a rapid pace, your heart shattering at every word. Your eyes drifting to the floor as your bottom lip finds itâs way between your teeth. Your eyes never once lifting to meet his as you turn away from him and make your way to your car. You donât see Jeongin standing there in horror as you ultimately walk away from him. You donât hear the sound of his heart shattering in his chest as you donât look back at him. His jaw clenched as tears stream down his cheeks willing himself to not chase after you because like you said, you did deserve better
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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VI
Why hello there! I am finally back with an Eepy Boi update!! Sorry it took me so long to get around to posting this, between the holidays and my work schedule being all over the place and a heap of other junk it took me a bit, lol. We're taking a little jump back? Forward? In time this chapter, the Fall Festival is finally upon us... Maybe a little bit of tension starts to occur? This is going to be a very fun chapter hehe. Thank all of you so so much for your continued support during my hiatus, I see every single note, reblog, and kudos on this fic, I read every single comment I get, all of you are absolutely wonderful, again, thank you. If you would like to be added to my tag list for this fic, please let me know! If you ever want to come be crazy over the Sleep Token boys with me, shoot me an ask or a message! Now onto the good stuff, I hope you enjoy!
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âAbsolutely not.â Vessel responds blankly as he flips through one of the magazines by the register.
âVes, come on.â You groan. âIt's one night.â
âYeah, one night with a whole group of people that want to run us out of town.â He retaliates in the same bored tone as he turns another page.
âEveryone's going to be wearing costumes, no one will know it's you.â You offer as you start bagging his purchase.
âThey've seen pictures of us, love.â
âWhat? Those blurry, grainy sasquatch looking photos from the paper?â You sigh, handing him the bags. âListen, I know you're worried. I know you just want to keep everyone safe, but you hiding yourselves away is only going to make people more suspicious.â You could feel his eyes studying your face.
âI get the slightest feeling that something is wrong we leave, do we have a deal?â He sticks out his hand to you, you clap your own into his without hesitation, giving it a firm shake. âI agree that people might be more comfortable with us being in town if we can exist in the same space without an issue⊠I just hope you're right about this.âÂ
âI'll be right by your side the whole time.â You exchange a soft smile.
âAre you closing early that day?â He asks.
âOf course, I have to get into costume myself.â You giggle. âI'll be closing at noon that day, but I can always reopen if you guys want to stock up afterwards.â You offer.
âItâs not that, I wouldn't want to trouble you.â He chuckles. âI was thinking maybe we could meet here before the festival.âÂ
âI'd like that.âÂ
âThen it's a date.â He bows his head slightly in dismissal before pushing out the door.
The next day the store was abuzz with excited children picking out glow sticks, mother's buying ingredients for their bake sale items, and last minute costume necessities for all the town's residents. âMiss (Y/N)!â You can't help but smile as a young boy with messy brown hair and a gapped tooth smile rushes up to the counter.
âDaclan, she's busy-â his mother starts, a bubbly school teacher you had gotten to know quite well since she had moved to town.
âDon't worry about it, Siobhan.â You chuckle, pulling the bucket of candy out from behind the counter and discreetly offering it to him. You lean down slightly, âif you don't tell the other kids I'll let you take two.â You whisper with a wink. He shoves his hand into the bucket before quickly and triumphantly retrieving his candy.
âMiss (Y/N), are you coming to the Fall festival?â He asks excitedly.
âOf course I am, I wouldn't miss it for the world.â You smile. âWhat's your costume going to be this year?â He starts rambling on about his skeleton costume as you ring the two of them up.
âWoah! Mom, look at him!â Your attention flashes over to the door to see Vessel frozen in place as every pair of eyes in the store land on him. As quickly as he caught their attention it was gone, the bustling energy returning once more as everyone continued their shopping. You motion him closer with a wave of your hand. Declan stared up at the large masked man in amazement. âWhat are you supposed to be?â
Vessel gives you the briefest of looks, not exactly sure how to respond at first. But, seeing the boy's bright smile and lack of fear, it warmed his heart. He leans down, resting his elbows on the counter to bring himself closer to eye level. âThe Grim Reaper, pretty scary, right?â He says with a grin.
âAwesome!â Declan exclaims in response. âMom, can we make a costume like his next year?â Vessel chuckles at the young boyâs excitement.
âSure thing, honey.â She ruffles Declanâs hair. âCome on, letâs let Miss (Y/N) close up so she can get ready.â You exchange goodbyeâs with her, Declan telling you that he hopes you get to see his costume before hurrying out the door.
âSo far so good.â You remark as you lean against the counter, you and Vessel shifting to more easily face each other. âI promise tonight will be fun.â You reach out, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
âWell, if you talk so highly about this festival, I can't see any harm in giving it a shot.â You wait for your last few customers to file out of the store before locking up.
âWhere's everyone else?â You ask, looking out in the empty lot for their truck.
âThey're in back, I hope you don't mind.â
âNot at all.â You click off your open sign with a smile, motioning with a nod for Vessel to follow you out the front door. Your keys jingled in your hand as you struggled with the lock. âYou'd think after all this time I wouldn't mess this up.â You sigh. The front door had a tendency to not shut fully unless things were maneuvered a certain way; the keys had to be slid into the lock a certain way, you had to push the door fully shut with your shoulder, you felt your cheeks start to burn as you struggled with something so simple in Vesselâs presence.
âMind if I give it a try?â He offers quietly. You shuffle out of his way, the heat of his body noticeable against yours as he slid a little too close behind you. He jiggles the key slightly, slamming his shoulder into the glass paneâs metal frame, managing to slide the deadbolt into place. He pulls on the handle a couple times, making sure it's fully secure, before turning to you with a proud smile. âThere, that should do it. He follows you out back, the other three members of the usual group lounging in the cab of the truck. IV was the first to notice you, perking up in his seat when his eyes landed on your approaching form. He nudges II, who looks up immediately from the book he was reading at the mention of your name.
âWhere's your costume?â III asks in mock annoyance. He hops down from his place situated in the bed of the truck, his long strides allowing him to approach you quickly and pull you into his arms. He pulls back slightly, his blue eyes finding yours and making you freeze under their warm gaze. âPromise me I'll get you to myself for at least a little while tonight.â You could hear the smile he was wearing under his mask lace it's way through his words. Before you had a chance to respond the passenger door of the truck was kicked open, IV practically falling to the ground as he scrambled out. Your eyes darted up to three, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he gazed down at you. He gives you a quick wink before he steps back, satisfied with your flustered state.Â
IV bounds up to you, excitedly taking your hands in his. âI can't wait to see your costume.â You jump slightly as a warm hand if placed against your lower back, you caught the sight of II in your peripheral.
âWell we have to let her go get changed into it first.â He chuckles. âIt's good to see you, love.â
âCome on guys.â You chuckle, motioning for the four of them to follow you. âYou can hang out upstairs while I get ready.â
It always made your heart swell every time they were all together in one place. The warm, me jovial energy that filled your apartment had you practically skipping to your room to get changed. You could hear the four of them continue to talk in the living room, just quiet enough to make it so you couldn't hear. You opened your closet, pulling out the neatly packaged bag that contained your costume. You shimmied into the tight dress, the stretchy fabric hugging all of your curves just right. Was this the most original costume in the world? Absolutely not. But, considering you were hoping to catch the attention of some masked men in particular this evening, you figured it wouldn't hurt to be a little cliche. You did your makeup as quickly as you could, a dark smokey eye that was finished off by you drawing a little black nose at the tip of your own with eyeliner. You grabbed the headband from your vanity, adjusting it perfectly atop your head before giving yourself one final once over in the mirror and heading back out to your waiting guests. The room fell silent the second you stepped through your door, four pairs of eyes locked on your small form. All of the sudden attention made you feel self conscious about your costume choice, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. You wrapped your arms around your torso, your cheeks warming as you looked between the four. âDoes it look ba-â
You didn't have a chance to finish your question before they were all scrambling out of their various seats towards you. All of them reassuring you that you looked fantastic and apologizing for staring. Your small group prepared to head out, III hung back to wait for you, his monstrous form taking up most of the doorway. You smile up at him as you straighten up from pulling on your shoes. âYou look beautiful.â He compliments you softly, making your cheeks warm.
âThank you.â He slips his hands into yours, his lips warm through his mask as he places a soft kiss to your knuckles.
âReady to get going?â You nod, letting your hand reluctantly fall from his.
You piled into their truck, you were currently squished in between Vessel and II, III and IV curled up in the bed. âSo, you're all excited about this festival, what are we even going to be doing?â Vessel asks suddenly, breaking the silence in the truck.
âWell,â you start, âthere's going to be a lot of food, hay rides, a costume contest, lots of vendors from around the town, a few rides, a haunted house. It's nothing spectacular, but Iâm hoping it will make you guys feel more at home here.â You noticed him and II exchange a look over your head. It wasn't long before you pulled into the bumpy dirt parking lot of the fair grounds. III vaulted out of the truck, his heavy boots landing on the ground with a loud thud. You notice II shove him back slightly as he holds out his hand to help you out of the truck. He gives your hand a soft squeeze before dropping it, you were quickly surrounded by the four men, all of you chatting happily as you made your way up to the festival. The four froze, taking in the chaotic sight before then. IV reached out, slipping his hand into yours.
âThere's a lot of people, huh?â He asks, startling back slightly as a child rushes past his legs.
âThe whole townâs probably going to show up.â You explain. You lean on closer to him, âyou alright big guy? We can always turn around and go back to my place if this is too much.â You squeeze his hand reassuringly.
âI think I can handle it if you're by my side.â You noticed his features soften as he smiles under his mask. Your cheeks warm, your eyes darting to the ground in an attempt to try and hide your flustered expression.
âWhere should we start?â III slips an arm around your shoulder, you instinctually lean into his side.
âYou're the expert, love, lead the way.â Vessel shoots you a sharp grin. The group stayed close to your side, forming a buffer between you and the rest of the crowd. You wandered from booth to booth, letting the boy's childlike wonder take over as they excitedly showed you small trinkets and hand made gifts they stumbled across. The booth of old ladies selling goat milk soap cooed over how adorable all your costumes were, slipping sweets into all your hands as you made your way out. You paused in front of a vendor selling handmade jewelry, you jumped slightly as a hand came to rest on your waist.
âThat would look very pretty on you.â IIâs gentle voice meets your ears.
âYou think so?â You ask through a flustered giggle. II asked to see the necklace in question, the beautifully wire wrapped crystal sparkling in the gradually setting sun. âIt is really pretty.â
âHow much?â He asks without hesitation. The young woman running the stand told him the price, to which II shocked you by immediately purchasing the necklace. He steps behind you, your hand raising to the unfamiliar weight as it falls around your neck. âA beautiful necklace for the most beautiful woman in the world.â His warm breath bounces off your cheek as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. You glance over your shoulder, your eyes immediately finding his bright blue ones.
âYou know you didn't have to buy me anything.â You see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles.
âWhat if I wanted to?â You didn't miss the teasing tone that had laced its way into his words. You traced a finger along the cool metal wire, fully turning yourself to face him. You glance up at him through your lashes, struggling to find the right words to say to thank him. You pushed yourself up onto your toes, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek.
âWell, I think thatâs very sweet. Thank you, II.â You perk up at the sound of one of the others calling your name, III appearing at your side and slipping his hand into yours.
âMind if I steal her from you?â He quickly asks II.
âNot at all.â He holds up his hands with a soft chuckle. âI'm sure I'll manage to snag her back later.â He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm.
âWhat a shame,â III leans down to murmur quietly in your ear, âlooks like I'm going to have to beat them off with a stick to get you to myself.â
âCareful, you're all going to make me think you have a crush on me or something.â You tease in response, shooting him a playful smile of your own.
âOnly a pretty little thing like you could handle something like that.â He winks. âI want to make sure you eat before IV gets over excited and drags you off to the rides.â He jokes with a smile. He tucks you safely into his side, helping you avoid the bustling crowd that surrounded you.
âAre you having a good time?â You ask him softly. He glances down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles.
âYeah, Iâm spending time with you, of course Iâm having a good time.â You let out a bashful giggle, quickly turning away as you feel your cheeks grow warm.Â
As the evening carried on you couldn't help but notice II grow more fidgety with every passing hour, occasionally leaning into Vessel to whisper something only for the taller man to clap him on the shoulder and give him a reassuring grin. You were currently sat in a circle on the ground, finding a nice place in the open field to settle down and have some good together. You laughed as IV expertly stole a bite of your corn dog faster than you could comprehend what had happened. âWhat's your favorite ride?â II suddenly chimes in from his position sitting across from you.
âI'm personally a big fan of the haunted house, I think all the cheap jump scares are fun.â You respond with a laugh.
IV makes an intrigued noise. âWe should all go on!â
âOnly two people can ride together, unfortunately.â
âWell, how about you ride with me then?â II winks at you, making you blush.
âIf you think you can handle it.â You tease in response. II stands, offering you his hand which you eagerly accept. He hoists you from the ground, pulling you into his side and slinging his arm across your shoulders. Vessel tagged along with IV, knowing it would be the only way to stop him from complaining about how he wanted to go too, III elected to stay back to save your spot. You all chatted happily as you stood in line, the slow creeping pace allowing them to see a little of what the ride had in store for them.
Brown metal buggies horribly painted to look like wood creaked along the track, bat shaped hood ornaments were barely recognizable after years of dings and chipped paint.A repeating track of over dramatic screams and ghoulish moaning looped from the speakers. âNext in line, please!â The ticket collector barked, IV and Vessel stepped up first, IV practically vibrating with excitement as he waited for the all clear to get on. IIâs arm slid around your waist as you stepped forward, waiting patiently for the next cart to wheel itself into place. âYâall have fun.â He waves you on. II helps you step into the cart, your body thudding against the thin, leather covered padding on the seat.
âYouâre not going to get all scared on me now, are you?â You ask in a playful tone.
âOh, donât worry sweetheart, Iâll be right here to protect you.â He returns with a smirk. Your body lurched slightly as the buggy started to move. You were hit with a blast of cold air as you crept into the dark space, IIâs arm wrapping around your shoulders, you found yourself instinctually snuggling into his side. You jumped slightly, giggling over being startled by the second air cannon you had rolled past.
You rolled past a growling werewolf, âLook, you can see the wires.â You nudge him slightly, pointing upwards.
âI personally think it adds to the experience.â He chuckles, you canât help but laugh yourself. âYouâre so beautiful.â You feel your breath freeze in your lungs at his compliment. You clung to him as something shot out of the darkness at you, it took you a moment to recognize the plastic skeletonâs limbs rattling at you. Your eyes are drawn back to him as you feel a warm hand slip over your cheek. âAnd you thought I was going to be the one getting scared.â He chuckles, his eyes flashing briefly to your lips. âCute.â He fidgets with the edge of his mask for a moment, stretching the black fabric away from his neck. âCan- can I, umâŠâ He swallows thickly, his confidence immediately crumbling as you continue to cling to him for comfort. âCan I kiss you?â You nodded, your wide eyes glimmering in the dim light. Without hesitation II lifts his mask, his lips slotting perfectly against your own. Your hand slides over his chest, you could feel his heart pounding under your palm. As quickly as the kiss had started it was over, IIâs mask already neatly back in place by the time your eyes fluttered open. You hide your face against his neck, hoping he hadnât noticed your flustered appearance. âThat was nice.â He suddenly chimes in, making you giggle. You both reluctantly shuffle away from each other as the exit opens in front of you, squinting under the bright lights. II offers you his hand to help you from the cart, your eyes meeting his as he smiles. Your pinky wraps around his as he lets his hand slip out of your grasp. You hear him laugh softly at your actions, allowing your fingers to stay linked.
âThat wasnât even scary.â IV groans as you approach.
âI never said it was scary, I just said I liked it.â You respond. Vessel smiles down at you.
âHow was riding with II?â He asks with a chuckle. Your cheeks immediately warm at the question.
âWe had fun.â You get out through a nervous giggle.Â
âWell, look whoâs back.â You canât help but smile at IIIâs cheerful tone. He hoists himself up from his position on the ground with a soft groan. âHow was it beautiful?â Your eyes trailed after the people that were starting to gather in the open field.
âIt was fun.â You felt a pang of guilt in your chest as you thought about kissing II. âSee anything interesting while we were gone?â
âThereâs a pretty good band playing over there.â He nods somewhere behind you. âWant to go check it out?â
âSure.â You canât help but smile as you feel the warmth of IIIâs hand brush against yours. The two of you lazily strolled in the direction of the music that floated through the air. A local folk group was currently performing under a gazebo, a small dance floor set up in front of the stage. You laughed as III took your hand and spun you around in time with the music, pulling you to him and swaying you in his arms.
âDo you know how to dance?â He asks with a grin.
âNot very well,â you giggle in response, âbut I feel like with you that wonât matter too much.â You found yourself easily falling into a rhythm with him, every small misstep and teasing comment from him made you both crumble into fits of laughter. You both paused, looking up at the sky with the rest of the crowd as fireworks started going off overhead. III continues to hold you close, your arms sliding over his shoulders as the two of you watch the display. He fully encircles your waist with one arm, his hand sliding over your cheek, turning your face in order for his warm lips to find yours. Unlike the kiss with II, III took his time letting the sensation of kissing you sink in. You felt so small in his arms, the gentle dominance he had over the kiss allowing your body to fully relax into his embrace as your eyes fluttered shut. He traces a thumb along your jaw before hesitantly pulling away.
âIâm sorry, I couldnât help myself.â He rushes to apologize, his body relaxing at the sight of the soft smile that had laced its way across your lips. Your eyes meet his, bright blue irises scanned your features with an adoration you had never seen. âI really like you.â
âIII-â
âThere you guys are!â He jolts back from you, the sudden lack of warmth making you shiver. âWeâve been looking all over the place for you!â It was IV, he jogged up to you. âVessel wants to get going.â
You found yourself in the cab of the truck between Vessel and IV, II and III electing to sit in the bed for the ride back to your place. Your mind raced as you played over both men kissing you over and over again in your head. You didnât know what to do. On one hand there was II, his silent charm and the undeniable intimacy the two of you have has drawn you in from the beginning. But then there was III, who made your heart race and dominated every aspect of your senses whenever you were with him. Who, despite his monstrous size, was always so gentle with you. You were absolutely torn. You rumbled into the storeâs parking lot, Vessel parking the truck around back. You stood at the bottom of your stairs in a small circle. âWell, I hate to admit it, but that was pretty fun.â Vessel grins at you, there were murmurs of agreement amongst the group.
âDo you guys want to come up for a bit? Thereâs, um, thereâs kind of something I need to talk to you about.â You fidget with your hands as you nervously put the statement out there. You were going to deal with feeling conflicted the only way you knew how, by facing the problem head on.
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kyoho | ksj
You love your grape boy, and your grape boy... well, he might just love you a little too much.
pairing: seokjin x f!reader
rating: pg13
genre/warnings: established relationship, swearing bc when is there no swearing in my fics, mentions of seggs, suggestive themes, fluff, crack?? idk, my brand of fics is Unedited y'all know that's how we roll
word count: 1.8k
notes: i've been buying a lot of grapes lately (am i a grape person now??) and i've been eating them almost every day and of course i had to think about grape jinnie my beloved, my ultimate favorite seokjin and i want him to come back to me :((( idk that's how this lil thang came to me lmao it's the most crackhead shit i've ever written sOoOoOoOo please laugh or else ! đż jk but not really
â as always, iâd appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading âĄ
"If you do this, we're done."
"Y/N."
"I swear, if you go through with this, we are over!"
Seokjin sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly not expecting you to be so passionate about the subject at hand. "The appointment is in an hour," he says.
"Cancel it. I don't care!" you cry. "Please don't do this. Don't take him away. He means the world to me."
Your boyfriend stares at you, mouth agape, then points to his head incredulously. "Him? My hair?"
"Yes!" You crawl over to his side of the couch to straddle his lap, actual tears welling in your eyes. You run your fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft and silky it feels in your hands. His gorgeous, gorgeous purple locks. The ones he's ready to sacrifice in favor of half blond, half red hair by demand of one Jeon Jungkook.
You shouldn't be this upset over him dyeing his hair, but you are, despite knowing full well that the purple will be gone soon anyway. His dark roots are starting to show already.
It's shark week, and there are not enough words in the dictionary to express how devastated you are that he's taking away your emotional support Grape Jinnie.
A couple months ago, when he told you that he'd be dyeing his hair purple, you were highly skeptical of the decision. You didn't know if he had the face to pull off purple of all colors, even though you had already seen him sport every other color of the rainbow and absolutely rocked every single one.
The whole week leading up to his salon appointment, you teased him endlessly - started calling him Grape Boy, bought him box after box of Kyoho grapes, photoshopping Kylie Jenner's purple hair onto his head and making it your lockscreen... It was mostly just grape puns, you were really milking that whole thing.
But then he came home, hair freshly bleached and colored, and your jaw dropped to the ground and stayed there for ten whole minutes.
Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets from how good he looked.
No, he didn't just look good. He was stunning, breathtaking, mindbogglingly beautiful and all the other synonyms that one could name.
The man fucking ate and left no crumbs.
That night was one of the best sex you two have ever had.
To say that you were obsessed with this shade on him is the understatement of the year.
"Don't do it," you plead. "If you really love me, you won't do it."
"You're being so dramatic. It's just hair." Seokjin puts his hands on your waist while you keep yours on his head, clutching his strands like a lifeline. "Plus, I have to honor the bet!"
Your expression turns stony then, as your eyes travel from the silky purple down to his face. You tighten your grip on his hair and tug on it sharply until your boyfriend is scowling in discomfort.
The bet. The stupid fucking bet he made with Jungkook.
You had explicitly told him there no chance in hell that he could win, but Seokjin could be an overly confident asshole sometimes.
He was in way over his head, and now you're the one suffering.
"You idiot," you hiss, pulling on his hair again, "why the fuck did you think you could do more pushups than Jungkook?"
"I don't know! We were tipsy and it seemed possible at the time!"
Releasing his hair, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and inhale deeply.
"Why am I being punished for your actions?" you mumble against his skin, then you ask, voice full of futile hope. "What if you just... don't do it?"
"Then I have to buy him a new mattress. He cut his mattress with scissors to make it fit into his bed frame and now it's all fucked up."
You give yourself a minute to think. There has to be a solution to your distress. You just gotta think. Think, brain, think!
And then you remember. Seokjin is still a man.
You lean back to look at him properly, straightening your position on his lap. You give him your biggest puppy dog eyes before you say, "I promise I will blow you every day from now on if you keep the hair."
If he was drinking water, you're fairly certain that he would've choked. Your boyfriend's eyes widen in surprise, his skin turning a dozen shades warmer, blushing from his cheeks all the way to the top of his ears.
Bingo.
"What?" he asks, like this is something so scandalous.
You lean forward to pepper kisses all over his face, putting more weight on your offer. "I promise," you say, pecking his cute cheek, "to blow you," then his forehead, "every single day," then his nose, "from now on," and finally his lips.
You linger near his mouth, not pulling away just yet. Your lips brush against his once more until you feel his hands tighten on your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer as you press forward, giving him a proper kiss to seal the deal.
Seokjin practically melts underneath you. Victory is so close that you can taste it. You're doing this for the greater good of mankind, for Grape Jinnie. Jungkook can fuck off with his half seasoned, half fried bullshit.
But then, Seokjin abruptly rips away from you to shriek, nearly blowing your eardrums out. The suddenness of his movements almost make you tumble off the couch.
"No, don't try to tempt me! Mattresses are expensive as fuck!"
It's been a few hours. He should be back any minute now.
Ever since Seokjin left to go to his hair appointment after having to peel you off of him because you were clinging to his body like a goddamn koala, you've been wallowing in your misery. You even busted out the big guns - Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream (with real peanut butter cups!) - to help you through this difficult time.
You're in full grieving mode now. Goddamnit. Fate is a cruel mistress.
Or in this case, Jungkook. Jungkook is a cruel mistress. That fucking guy.
When you hear the door open and the subsequent clanging of Seokjin's keys as he hangs them on one of the hooks in the entryway, you prepare to give him the biggest pout you can manage.
But then, he comes into view a few seconds later, and you gasp. You actually gasp. Before he knows what's happening, you're rising from the couch and sprinting toward him, launching into his arms with the biggest smile on your face like a kid on Christmas morning.
"You're still a grape!" you squeal joyously.
Seokjin lets out a surprise Oof! at the sudden force of your body knocking the breath out of him.
"What a warm welcome," he mutters. "I don't think you've ever been this happy to see me."
"What happened?!" you ask, eyes wide, grin even wider. "Did you change your mind because you love me so much?"
You run your hands through his hair to make sure that it's real, that you're not hallucinating this because you just love the purple so goddamn much.
And it is! It's still here! His hair is still that luscious shade of purple that you adore with your entire being.
Seokjin eyes you for a moment before he says, "I compromised with Jungkook. Did something else instead."
"What did you do?"
"I got a tattoo."
"You what?!"
"He said I wouldn't have to dye my hair if I got a tattoo of his choosing."
"Oh, no," you try to sound sympathetic but fail miserably. You cover your mouth with your hand to hide your smile, already sensing the absolute crackhead chaos that will ensue in a matter of minutes. Having been friends with Jungkook for years, you know that dude comes up with the craziest shit sometimes.
Seokjin turns around and pulls up his shirt, and you almost die from the fit of ugly snorting laughter that immediately rips itself free from your mouth. His skin underneath the transparent cling film is still slightly red, but the letters adorning the expanse of his lower back is clear as day.
You cannot find it in yourself to blink, not when the black ink is just staring at you like that. The font, so formal and classic, and yet the content of it... what a contrast.
"Kim Seokjin!" you wheeze, wiping tears from your eyes and struggling to catch your breath. "How could you possibly think that this is a better idea than to just dye your hair!"
"You begged me to keep the hair!"
"I did," you agree, clutching your stomach as giggles continue wracking through your whole body. It's almost painful at this point. "But I don't want my boyfriend to have a tramp stamp that says fucking Chicken in Times New Roman!"
"It was either this," he says, turning back to face you, "or a sketch of his head on a chicken's body."
"What is up with him and chickens? Is that his new thing now?"
"I don't fucking know!"
"Well, thank you for doing that for me," you say appreciatively as you pull him in for a kiss, which isn't very graceful because you're still tittering the whole time. "But please tell me that's not permanent."
Seokjin stays quiet, his eyes dropping to the floor, and you stop laughing immediately.
"Oh my god," you say. "Is the Chicken tramp stamp permanent?!"
"No," he finally admits after a moment of hanging it over your head. As funny as the whole thing is, you do not want the love of your life to walk around sporting the most ridiculous tattoo in human history. "It's supposed to fade after a month."
You lean into him again, heaving a giant sigh of relief and wrapping your arms around his neck. One of your hands go for his hair again, weaving through the soft locks with your fingers because how could you not? "I love you, Grape," you say, pecking his cheek with a grin.
Seokjin rolls his eyes affectionately, but returns a peck to your own cheek. "I have a tramp stamp of the word Chicken and my parents might disown me for that, but at least you get to keep your Grape Boy," he says, making you giggle again.
"Because you love me so much, right?"
"Hmm. You're lucky I do."
You give him another kiss, one full of gratitude, for indulging your antics. When you move to return to the couch, Seokjin tugs on your wrist, pulling you back into him.
"Now correct me if I'm wrong," he says, acting all coy and shit, "but I recall you making me a promise earlier, no? What was it again?"
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