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cherryatiny · 3 years

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐑)

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

❁ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Please welcome the world-wide known cellist Ian Park, who will lead today's concert, please applause for him.“ loud sounds of hands clapping resonated in the spacious orchestra hall, when the man in question stood up with a cello in his hands.

Over the time you two were together, it became a tradition for you and your sugar daddy Hongjoong to go to a classical music concert at least once a month. Always get dressed up in new robes he bought for you and walk down the corridors of the historical theatre as the people around you were amazed by how beautiful and a powerful couple you two were.

As the first tones of the symphony came out, your ears felt like melting from the lovely music played by the greatest musicians of the present time. Hongjoong's hand was resting on the part of your thigh exposed by the high slit in your dress. Fingertips drawing figures on your skin and going higher under the velvety material of your dress and reaching the seamless thong you wore underneath. „Don't you dare go any higher.“

„Was that meant to the soprano lady, or me?“ chuckled Hongjoong lowly as his hand went higher, his fingers rubbing up and down the wet patch on your underwear. Instead of an answer, a quiet whimper left your mouth unwillingly. Thank god, you were in one of the balcony booths and covered by dark, too far from the prying eyes.

His hand skillfully pushed your panties to the side, exposing your slit to the fresh air, the sudden chilly feeling and Hongjoong's fervent touches, made goosebumps rise up on your upper thighs.

As soon as his thumb came in a contact with your reddened clit that was desperately in need of his touch, your body started squirming in the seat, his second hand keeping you down from moving too much by gripping your thighs.

Having decided that you seemed to be aroused more than enough by the delicate stimulation of your clitoris he gave you, Hongjoong slipped two of his fingers covered by rings, into your heat, coating them in your slick right away, which made it only easier for him to thrust them into you in an intense speed and hardness, never failing to brush directly against your sweet spot, making the knot tighten in your stomach as you were getting so close to staining the luxurious seats of the national theatre building.

„Fuck, you gonna let it out, princess? You look so classy, yet you're getting off on my fingers like some bitch in heat in the middle of an opera concert, how pathetic. Your cunt couldn't wait any longer? What were you thinking of, that made you wet so easily, even though we are in public, hm? Tell me, my dirty girl.“

❁ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

„Seong- I mean, Mr. Park, I've organized the papers for you, here.“ you announced as you stepped into his spacious office, the glass-wall behind him allowing you to look at the panorama of the city, but even better sight than that was your sugar daddy Seonghwa focused on the papers in front of him.

The white shirt he had on, which covered the body you knew well, was slightly unbuttoned as Seonghwa ran his hands into his hair out of frustration. The level of stress in his body much more higher than it should be, as he tried to finish the paperwork for launching a sub-corporation of the company he ran.

When you first started working as his secretary, you two were mean to each other, always nitpicking on each other's words and arguing, but it all started when he got you the keys to your new apartment in the building he owned, or when you two fucked after the ball that was part of the business conference in Milan, and over the months you two got closer and closer to each other until he eventually became your sugar daddy.

„Mhm, Y/N, come here baby.“ going over to where he was, you stood in front of him, his arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you down to sit on his lap. „I'm so stressed baby, but I can't leave work until I finish the paperwork, why don't you get on your pretty knees and support me while I'm working?“

„Yes, sir.“ Nodding your head with a sly smirk, you obeyed his request, knowing exactly what he meant, and slipped down from his lap, going under the high desk he worked at, you reached for his pants, your fingers swiftly unbuttoning and tugging them down. Reaching for his briefs, you could hear Seonghwa chuckle at how impatient you were.

Wrapping your hand around his girth, your other hand resting on his thigh, your wet lips neared his tip leaking of pre-cum. Giving the tip kitten licks and teasingly kissing along his shaft, you tried to rile him up as much as possible, but he didn't seem to be having much of it, his hand gripping on your ponytail rather harshly, tugging on it to make you look up.

„Princess, get to work and don't tease, or else I'll have to knock on your apartment door tonight with a collar and a leash. Actually... a whore like you would like that, right? Being a fuck toy for me to use. Look at you right now, on your knees in my office knowing that anyone could walk in right now. Now suck on it like it's a lollipop, my kitten.“

❁ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

When Yunho said, „Baby baby, your favourite brand launched their new collection today, why don't we go and see some of it“ you did not expect to spend the next few hours shopping for clothes with him. At first, he wanted to see the brand, then he decided he needs some clothes for the press conference of the drama he was starred as the main character in, and then it ended up with you supposedly needing new dresses, „Yunho I don't need any dress.“

Shutting you with 'quiet baby', his hand tugged you to the shop he had in mind. It was a shop that specialized in gowns and formal clothing for different balls and this type of stuff. „Yuyu, I don't need any dress, I'm not going to any ball, so why would I need them.“

But Yunho wasn't having it, already too engaged with picking dresses for you. Going through the different rich materials and colours, his eyes landed on a beautiful black gown, with exposed shoulders and a high slit on the left leg. „Go try them on baby.“

Rolling your eyes at his request, too tired to do anything, but still agreeing to try them on to make your sugar daddy happy, you took the dress from his hand. Closing the door of the changing booth, you got too bothered with undressing, that you didn't notice Yunho slip in. That was until his soft fingertips started brushing against your collar bones, slipping the bra straps off your body. „Yunho what are you doing he-“

The words got caught in your throat as Yunho pressed his fingers against your wet slit, pressing onto your covered clit hardly, earning a moan from you. „What am I doing here? I think that's pretty obvious, I've noticed how desperately my girl looked, so I deducted I should help her... but she has to be quiet.“

Tugging your panties to the side, he got hold of his already hard shaft, pumping it a few times and lubricating it with his pre-cum. Positioning himself at your entrance, he looked at your reflection in the mirror, smirking at the desperate look on your face.

Slipping his length into your heat, he started off with a steady and fast pace, hitting the sweet spot hardly. One of his hands holding you by your waist and the other one shutting you as it was pushed against your mouth. „I don't have that many hands baby, so please rub your clit for me.“

Knowing well as to not anger him by not obeying his instructions, your hand slipped in between your legs, fingers coming to direct contact with the reddened bundle of nerves, desperate for any external stimulation, as the tip of Yunho's cock stimulated it from inside. The work of your fingers on your wet pussy was bringing you closer and closer to your sweet high, which you knew was for sure going to be exquisite.

Letting out incoherent moans as Yunho's pace got faster, his cock twitching signalising that you weren't the only one nearing your high, as your walls clenched around him tightly. „Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ Your mouth wide agape from the unexpected pleasure delivered to you, resulting in your fluids squirting not only on Yunho's well-endowed dick, but also the mirror you were pressed against. „Alright, you got tissues? Cuz I don't think the shop assistants will like to clean it..“

❁ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

It was Friday, which meant your regular dinner with your sugar daddy Yeosang at the luxurious restaurant you always went to. Dressed up in a comfortable, but pretty and seductive dress, you hopped into the back seat of the black car. Yeosang signalled to the chauffeur that he can get going to the restaurant.

Arriving at the hotel where the restaurant was situated, you went up by an elevator to the highest floor, which secured the impressive panorama. Being greeted by the usual waitress with a bottle of red wine in her hands, you excused yourself to use the restroom, while the cooks prepare food for you two.

Placing your purse down on the limestone sink, you took a look at your reflection in the mirror. Taking out the red lipstick you had with you, you reapplied it, since the previous layer got smudged.

Smudged thanks to Yeosang's hungry lips, because as soon as you sat down on the leather seat of his car, his hand immediately wrapped around your neck to bring you closer, his mouth fervently devouring yours.

Sighing you leaned against the counter, trying to get over the bemusing feeling in your lower parts, because how could he arouse you just with some kisses? Closing your eyes, you breathed out heavily, trying to calm yourself down so you can get back to him, without beseeching him to rail you right there, not noticing that the said man was present in the restroom, standing right behind you... That was until his hands laid themselves on your hips, catching you out of guard as you looked up in the mirror to see his boasting grin.

„What's wrong princess? Did my little actions in the car arouse you that much that you can't get back to me? Did you plan on getting yourself off to get rid of the heat in your panties? Did you think your little fingers could help you? I thought you were smarter than that, you should thank the deity that you have me. I'll free you of the arousal and wetness, all you have to do is beg.“

Weighing your options, you knew he was right..„Sir, please, rub my needy cunt, sir I'm all yours, so please help me release the knot in my stomach.“ Chuckling at the way you begged, knowing well how to do it after Yeosang taught you for months, his hands rolled your dress up to your waist, revealing your cotton panties.

Tugging them down to your knees, Yeosang leaned closer to you, looking at your reflection in the mirror, while whispering into your ear, „Relax, mister will rub your little cunt so well, so lean into his touch and be a good girl for him.“

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

As you remember falling asleep in San's car, waking up in your sugar daddy's private jet was quite astounding. Lying on the soft cushions of the seat you were in, you let out a few whimpers as you stretched your sore body.

„Well, good morning baby. Did you get good sleep? I tried to move you to the jet as carefully as possible to not wake you up.“ Smiling at him, you murmured a few words of your thankfulness and how your sleep was.

Unclassping the seat belt, you stood up from your seat and approached San who was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. He placed the bundle of papers on the coffee table in front of him, straightening his arms up, to wrap around your waist and tug you down to his lap.

Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, your wrapped your arms around it tiredly. His hand wrapped around your waist and the second one laid on your thigh, keeping you close to him. You let out a few whimpers, wriggling in his lap, to satisfy the growing heat and rub your core against his muscular thighs. „Is there something wrong baby?“

„Can you help me out?“ you said with a quiet almost unhearable voice, a little pout forming on your lips. „Help you out with what, princess?“ you averted your gaze to the hem of your skirt, fingers playing with it. „I've had a naughty dream about you...“

San chuckled at the way your ears turned red at how embarrassed you were because of the request you had. His hand forgot its place on your knee as it moved up, way under your skirt. Tugging your panties to the side, he could feel just how much the wet dream aroused you. His fingers moved up and down your wet slit, purposely coating them with slick and moving them up to your clit.

Rubbing your clit, pressing on it and occasionally changing the intensity of his actions, you couldn't stop the gasps from spilling out from your mouth, you were so engaged by this, that you did not notice San unbuttoning his shorts in the meanwhile, freeing his hardened dick from the tight garments.

You noticed it only when the movement on your swollen bundle of nerves stopped, right before you neared the sweet release, an unsatisfied cry that was cut in your throat leaving your lips. „Shh, baby. Daddy got hard hearing those blissful moans leave your mouth, so it's only right we help each other out. But you can't forget that we aren't alone, so all you gotta do I hope that the pilot can't hear us...“

❁ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

High mountains covered in a white blanket of snow were illuminated by the fierce sun rays as they created a scene straight out of a painting. The sound of champagne glasses clicking was heard, as you and Mingi sat in the hot and bubbling water, located on a balcony of the luxurious mountain resort you were in. Only you, your sugar daddy and maybe a few deers out there, but still possibly visible to others, „Do you like it here, princess?“

Nodding at his questions enthusiastically, you sipped off the champagne as your body melted to the feeling of jacuzzi jets massaging your sore muscles, „Yes, it's amazing here, thank you Mingi, for taking me here, I don't even know how to repay you.“

„You don't have to repay me, anything princess, I'm just happy that you like my present, now come here.“ standing up from your 'seat' on the other side of the jacuzzi, goosebumps immediately rose up on your body as the winter breeze attacked your wet skin. Coming over to his seat, you sat back down rushedly as to not catch a cold, the hot water welcoming you, as you found your comfortable spot in Mingi's lap.

His large hands rested on your back, pulling you closer to his chest as they twiddled with the knot that kept the top part of your bikini together. „Mingi, I know we're alone, but you never know when someone's watching...“ you spoke nervously. „Don't think about it, relax into my touch, let the water massage your body.“ Untying the top of your swimwear, he let it fall to the water, the piece of cloth floating on the water surface.

His hands reached for your soft breasts, squeezing them softly as to your hurt you, twirling your hardening nipples between his fingers. Mingi leaned closer to your chest, his plump lips latching onto one of your breasts, sucking on it passionately. Your head was thrown back as you let out low moans, your hands going straight into his locks.

While his face was dipped into your chest, sucking on your soft mounds, your hands travelled down to where the hem of his swimsuit was. „It's only fair I repay you by taking care of you my prince, so now, you should be the one to relax to my touch.“

❁ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

„What are you reading?“ Averting your eyes from the flavescent pages of the book in your hands, you looked up at the man who stood in front of you. His skin sunbathed into a caramel tinted tone only added to how attractively his muscular body looked like, abs covered in beads of water as he just finished swimming in the sea, „50 shades of grey. A colleague of mine told me to read, it's kinda vanilla I have to say, nothing compared to what you do to me at nights.“

Smirking at your remark, he laid by your side on the soft cushions of the large beach couchette as soon as he finished drying his body. Keeping himself close to you, he threw a towel over your bodies, covering them completely, „Why are you covering us, Woo? Are you still cold from the water?“

„Let's just say I don't want other people to see that I got horny as fuck seeing my beautiful girl in her bikini and I just can't get my dick down, so try to act like nothing is happening as I stuff you full of my cock.“

Widening your eyes at how straightforward he was being to you in public, your cheeks got heated up as you could feel his fingers tugging your bikini bottoms down to your knees.

You looked around the beach, trying to act like nothing is happening just as he said, but when you locked eye contact with an older couple who were enjoying their time on the private beach and were looking at you awkwardly, you got even more embarrassed, so looking down into the mattress seemed like the best option. Wooyoung did the same with his swimsuit as he did with your, tugging it down to his knees, pulling out his leaking cock.

Without any more protraction, he sank his length into your wet hole. You had to bite on your lips to keep the moans from escaping past your lips. „Fuck, your cunt is taking me so well, you seem to like having a cock balls-deep in you, while we're in the public.“ His arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he pulled your back closer to his chest, his fingers playing with your nipples through the material of your swimsuit as he bottomed himself into you.

„Fuck, I don't think railing you once will be enough to satisfy our needs, should we go to the hotel room after this and recreate some of the book's chapters?“

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Sitting bored in the studio, your fingers typing something into your phone, you side-eyed the clock on the wall frequently, as you waited for the end of your partner's song recording. Black headphones on his head as he let out angel-like sounds into the microphone. „Woow, Jongho, good job for today, I think we can finish this up for today.“

Jongho smiled at the producer who sat in his seat in front of the computer screen, coming back from the recording room to where you were. Standing up from your seat on the couch, you went to him, almost jumping at him out of happiness that this boring session was finally over.

„Jongho, can you please keep guard over the studio for about fifteen minutes? I have to go pick up something but I have no idea where I put my keys.“ Looking over to you, to ask whether it was okay, you nodded although you were not very happy about it, and with that Jongho agreed to watch the studio while the producer left.

„How did you like my recording today?“ mischievous smile on his face as he asked you that, knowing very well while he brought you here. „Did you bring me here today on purpose? Who would have thought that the sweet and awkwardly shy Choi Jongho, would record a song with such naughty lyrics? Hmm, tell me, who were you singing about? Who were you imagining fucking, while you were writing those lyrics?“ Taking small steps, you were slowly cornering him, up until he fell on the couch behind him.

Sitting down onto his thick thighs, the material of his jeans coming straight to contact with your core as the skirt you wore covered you two. Leaning closer to him, you attached your lips onto the skin on his neck, nibbling on it softly as to not leave any marks. „We have around ten minutes left, should I give you a preview of what is waiting for you tonight?“

Your cleavage was straight in front of his eyes as you straddled his lap, purposely pressing your breasts against his chest to accentuate it and catch his attention more. Subtly griding against the tent forming in his jeans, your hand caressing his temples innocently. You could feel him shifting underneath you, some incoherent babble stammering out of his lips at your actions. Your hands took hold of his wrists, placing them on your waist,

„Now, do you think you'll be able to cum and get rid of your boner in less than seven minutes, pretty boy?“

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Raymond Smith Smut-Not So Calm And Collected

Written for @hotdamnhunnam writing challenge! Congratulations again on reaching such a huge milestone, you deserve it all and more! Just a fic based around these three prompts:

Intense Possessive/Jealousy

Extreme Dom/Sub

Punishment/Pain

(If this is not you thing, then please don’t read below the cut ) Hope you all enjoy 💖

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Raymond was normally very controlled when it came to his emotions, he rarely let anything bother him and if it did, he was quick to put a lid on his emotions but the sight before him...that was something that made his blood boil.

He couldn’t help but watch as her hips swayed rhythmically to the beat of the music, all of the men were looking at her with a predatory look in their eye, each one eager to try and capture her. None of them would usually bother him, but there was a particularly ballsy young man, probably around his mid twenties, who just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself, they wandered up and down Y/n/ns waist as she grinded against him. And that’s when Ray felt it. A feeling that he’d only ever heard of. Jealously. Yes you heard right. The calm, cool and collected Raymond Smith was jealous of a twenty something year old. It should’ve been him that she was grinding against on that dance floor, it should be him who had his hands all over her while whispering all kinds of dirty things in her ear. It should have been him. He’d had feelings for her for so long but then work got in the way and the two drifted apart...he didn’t even know she was coming to the party tonight until she walked through the door wearing a glamorously tight fitted black dress, that showed off all of her curves in all the right ways.

Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol he had, maybe it was the way his blood was boiling as he watched the scene continue between Y/n/n and the other guy, maybe it was the months of built up feelings and emotions that Y/n/n caused him to feel. Or maybe it was a mixture of every single one of those things. But before his mind got a chance to process what his body was doing he was making his way to the dance floor. His eyes locked on Y/n/ns.

“Hey Ray,” she drawled, glancing over at him momentarily before turning her eyes back to the younger guy; he small yet delicate fingers caressed the man's cheeks and Ray couldn’t help but remember how soft her hands were, how they always seemed to wash away all the shit that had happened in the day. Ray didn’t say anything, instead he simply grabbed the hand that was caressing the man's cheeks and began pulling her away from the crowded dance floor. All eyes were on them, but Ray didn’t care. He needed Y/n/n, more than he needed anything else in the world. Luckily enough Mickey and Roz were there to settle down the people that had a problem and within a few seconds the party had returned to normal. Y/n/n surprisingly hadn’t uttered a single word since he’d grabbed her nor did she try to pull away from his grip, in fact it was almost like she let him do what he did...the cogs started to work in Rays mind as he calmly but quickly made his way to his hotel room, maybe she wanted this as badly as he did...maybe she missed him as much as he missed her. He opened the door, his hand still grabbed tightly around hers as he pulled her into the room, shutting the door with a loud slam before locking it.

“What the fuck was that?” Ray seethed, his glasses fogging up slightly in pure rage, thinking back to what she had been doing on that dance floor.

“What did it look like I was doing,” Y/n/n began in a sing song like voice as she sat down on the silken sheet double bed “I was dancing,” she continued with a small smirk on her face, a smirk that she knew damn well would her Ray riled up.

“You were acting like a fucking slut!” He snapped, the anger in his voice evident as he took off his fogging glasses and under the top button of his shirt in an attempt to cool down, physically not metaphorically.

“Why do you care?” The y/c/h female asked, rising from the bed and slowly making her way over to Ray who was still near the door.

“I’m not yours,” she whispered, her heels adding some extra height onto her so they were now at eye level.

“And,” she began, leaning closer into him, enough so that she could feel his erection growing in his trousers, “I can do...whatever...the fuck..I like,” in between those brief pauses of her words she placed a delicate, open mouthed kiss down his neck, before pulling away with a triumphant look in her eyes and a victorious smile on her face. As she went to unlock the door something inside Ray snapped. He grabbed her tightly, turning her around and pinning her against the wall.

“You’re mine,” Ray growled lowly, placing his lips onto hers in a rough and quick kiss. The action instantly causing Y/n/ns most intimate areas to tingle in excitement.

“You’ve always been mine,” he reminded, pressing his body into hers so she could feel just how hard he was for her, something which Y/n/n greatly appreciated, only adding to her already building arousal.

“And you will always be mine,” and with that he moved his hands from her wrists to her face, one hand cupping her cheek, the other wrapping around her neck, holding her in place as she desperately tried to kiss him, craving the touch of his lips on hers.

“Such a needy little slut,” Ray whispered just inches away from her lips.

“Say it, say what you are,” he ordered, lightly adding pressure to her neck in a brief squeeze.

“I’m..I’m a needy..needy little..slut,” Y/n/n choked out, revelling in the pleasure that all of this was giving her.

“You know what happens next, don’t you, sweetheart?” Ray asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for her to answer, but all she did was nod, a crimson colour filling her cheeks as she did so.

“No, no, no, that’s not happening. You’re gonna tell me what happens next, you wanted to play this game,” he started, moving his hand slightly so he could suck some of the exposed flesh on her skin, causing Y/n/n to moan out in pure pleasure, not being able to hold back as his teeth bit down on her skin, “don’t be brat just because you’re losing,” he whispered against her ear, his hand returning to wrap around her neck, his thumb tracing over the purple bruises he’d left there, acting as reminder of who she belonged to.

“I...I get punished…” she stuttered out, doubting that she’d be able to keep herself from falling over the edge before Ray was happy with the punishment.

“Yes you do, the question is, how many spanks is it going to take?” He questioned, releasing his grip on her throat, before taking off his waistcoat, folding it away neatly and standing by the edge of the bed. Of course the question was rhetorical, he didn’t want a number, he wanted a specific answer.

“How ever many you think I need to have, Sir,” Y/n/n answered, earning a somewhat satisfied smile from Ray as he beckoned her over to him with a knowing look. Without any words having to be exchanged Y/n/n kicked off her heels and made her way to the centre of the bed, her dress barely covering her butt cheeks. Ray let out a small chuckle as he caressed her butt cheek, both loving and hating the fact that she decided not to wear any panties tonight. The contact of his hand on her bare flesh is electric, and that’s just from one, soft, delicate touch, Y/n/n had no idea how she was going to get through any of this without exploding, and Ray knew. Teasingly, his fingers moved down, to her aching pussy, without any warning he ran his index finger down her slit, another moan escaping past Y/n/ns lips as he did so trying ever so hard not to fall over that edge.

“A needy little cunt for a needy little slut,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger and moving it back up to her butt, drawing soft soothing circles on her sensitive skin, just as Y/n/n began to hope that she’d gotten away with it all, she felt a sharp tingling pain spread across the cheeks of her butt. “After that litte stunt you just pulled,” Ray started, using his free hand to grab some of her hair, pulling her back so she was leaning against him, “your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red and when I’m done with you, you’re not gonna be able to sit down for a week,” he growled animalistically into her neck as he pushed her back down into her original position. And that’s when it started, the relentless assault on her butt cheeks, the stinging sensation causing both pain and pleasure as each cheek shook slightly with the harsh contract of Ray's hand. She tried so desperately hard to count them all, but in the end she lost track, drowning in the ecstasy of pleasure that he was causing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally decided to stop but when he did she felt like her butt was red raw, it was stinging from the amount of impact it had on it but the pain only added to Y/n/ns almost overflowing pleasure. In one swift movement, Ray flipped her round, the cool feeling of the sheets soothing her butt slightly. He loved seeing her like this, helpless and overwhelmed with pleasure. He made quick work of ripping the flimsy dress off of Y/n/n before quickly disregarding his own clothes, placing them neatly along with his waistcoat. The bed dipped slightly, making Y/n/n briefly snap back to reality as she watched Ray position himself between her legs. She was desperate for him. And he knew it. “I own you,” he muttered, lowly as delicately placed his hands on her exposed chest, tracing his finger over her breast, pinching her already hardened nipples slightly coaxing another moan from Y/n//ns lips; after a few seconds his fingers were replaced by his lips, sucking the sensitive flesh of one breast decorating it in a an array of hickies, his other hand still teasing her other breast; whispering the same words again “I own you.” And then he switched, giving the other breast ample attention too. Y/n/n just wanted to fall over the edge, but she knew she couldn’t, if she did now, it would lead to another punishment and as much as Y/n/n loved punishment, she didn’t want another one. She wanted...no she needed Raymonds cock. His lips worked their way down to her abdomen, his lustful eyes locking onto hers as he stopped just above where she craved him the most. The tickle from his beard on her sensitive skin only adding to her pleasure.

“Tell me what you want,” Ray ordered, his thumb teasingly tapping away at her clit in a slow rhythm.

“You...need...need you,” Y/n/n moaned out, bucking her hips, desperate for more contact. But her answer simply got a shake of Raymond’s head.

“You’ve forgotten all the rules haven’t you,” Ray said a devilish smirk playing on his features, as he lowered his head down so it was infront of her soaking pussy.

“You’re such a needy little slut you’ve forgotten one of the main rules,” as he said those words he slowly connected his mouth to her clit, running his tongue slowly across her aching bud. In amidst all the overwhelming pleasure and desire Y/n/n was feeling she knew what he wanted, she just needed to somehow find the words in her almost blank mind.

“Please sir...please...I need you...I need you so badly..please sir..please,” she moaned out, her hands desperately wanting to pull his hair and pull him closer towards her, but she knew at the current moment that was not a good idea, so instead she grabbed hold of the duvet, her hands turning into first around them.

“That’s better,” Ray praised, placing one final kiss on her clit before kneeling upright aligning himself with her aching entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside of her allowing her to get used to his huge length again; as soon as the guttural moans left her lips he showed no restraint, rapidly pounding in and out of her, hitting her g-spot every. Single. Time. She released the duvet from her grip, wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, as if reading her mind Ray placed his hands on her wrist, pinning her down, denying her what she wanted, as he continued to hit that right spot repeatedly. There was no word to describe the pure bliss Y/n/n as her orgasm began to build. She couldn’t think. She could barely move. All she could do was lay on the bed and enjoy every single moment with Ray. She knew he was close too, his rapid thrusts grew even more frantic and the groan that escaped his lips as he chased his real ease was like serotonin for Y/n/n.

“Sir...I..I,” Y/n/n moaned out as she began to fall over the edge, falling deep into the pleasure that had been building for so long.

“Me too, sweetheart,” Ray groaned out, reaching his own release as soon as he felt the walls of Y/n/s pussy clench around him. He slowly fucked her through her orgasm, each thrust making it more and more intense. When he was sure she’d finished, he pulled out of her and rolled onto the other side of the bed, bringing her into embrace. His arm protectively wrapped around her as he admired the bold purple bruises on her neck. Neither one of them had to say anything, they knew from this point on, they belonged to each other. They would discuss it all in the morning of course, Raymond already had an idea of what to order for her for breakfast, but now, neither of them could string together a proper sentence. Y/n/n simply snuggled into his chest and Ray quietly whispered the word “mine” before they both closed their eyes, smiles on both of their faces as they drifted off to sleep.

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yeojaa · 4 years

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( GHOST IN MY BED. )

Sometimes, hating someone is the only thing you can do.

pairing. jjk x (named) f!reader.

genre + rating. rockstar!au. e2l (exes n enemies!). explicit flut aka fluff and smut.

tags / warnings. it’s filthy. like. dummy filthy. oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly!), creampie, an inappropriate use of a mirror, idk. a stupid amount of petnames. there should be a warning for kook as a person, too.

beta reader(s). @jjiminah the lob of my life!!

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drabble: mirrors. four years ago.

It’s taking you far too long to find your keys, far too long to unlock the door, far too long to return his kiss. He’s greedy and demanding, bowed against your back with his lips attached to your neck. He sucks bruises into the skin the longer you take, biting incrementally harder with each second that passes. It doesn’t occur to him that he’s the reason you’re so slow.

“Kook, stop.” It’s hardly a word. Hardly a name. It skips off your tongue like rain and drips molasses behind his molars.

Don’t you know he’s a sugar addict?

He noses against the column of your throat, humming delightedly over the strawberries and cream that blend in pretty swirls, left there by his hand. He inhales the overwhelmingly jammy sweetness of your perfume - practically tastes it on his tongue - and guides the flat of his palms over silk. It bunches beneath his rings, around his knuckles. Jungkook loves when you wear it - loves the way it wears you, like a second skin.

“C’mon, Pumpkin. We gotta celebrate.”

You don’t notice it then - how his words come too slow, too slurred - even for an evening at the Ritz. Coherence has left him, lost to the bottom of an empty glass or furled edge of a hundred dollar bill. It leaves a shadow in its wake - one that rants and raves and believes in Neverland or something like it.

The key slots into place - finally! - and he moves as one with you, stepping when you step, laughing when you laugh. It’s not enough that he’s there in every motion. He wants more - wants to fill all the spaces between you and then some.

“Can you get the lights?” You’re extracting yourself from him as best as you can, not realising it’s futile. Every minute adjustment has him pressing closer. It doesn’t even matter that you’re trying to unlace your heels - towering things with intricate ropes across the top of your foot. He holds you like you’re a puzzle piece that completes him, refusing to allow you even an inch. The frustration barely brushes the edge of your adoration. Sharp as the words are, they’re coloured pretty pink - steeped in love and affection. “Can you please let me take off my shoes?”

An impish smile appears then, draws across his face in a cartoon grin with eyes too big and teeth too white.

The hands previously on your waist descend, snake themselves down the length of your hips - and then he drops to the ground, knees knocking against slick hardwood. You gasp - a quiet little thing, more in worry than surprise - and he places a chaste peck to the bare skin right above your knee.

Thank fucking god for wrap dresses being a thing. He’d fill your closet with them, if you’d let him. Any excuse to open you up like his favourite gift, bounce you on his lap like a good girl at Christmas.

“Kook.” It’s his name again. Same, same, but different. There’s a swirl of emotion in your eyes - a supermassive black hole that threatens to swallow him whole like the colour of your irises. He stares for too long, lost to the twinkling stars and silence.

So pretty, he thinks, pressing another kiss to the soft skin beneath his hands.

“Yeah, Pumpkin?” It’s sinful, seductive, laced in cigarette smoke and Scotch. He’s a sucker for a good single malt but he wants something else now - something to ease the burn.

“Shoes,” you repeat, so faint he has to strain to hear it.

Five fingers that had busied themselves beneath your dress fall, dropping to the neatly knotted tie at your ankle. One flick of his wrist and it’s undone. You step out, teetering dangerously for a moment; you catch yourself on the broad expanse of his back, digging fingers into leather and sinew.

Jungkook buries a laugh against your thigh, open-mouthed and full of teeth. “Hold on, angel.”

The other shoe unravels just as quickly and you’re back on solid ground, beaming down at him. “Thank you.” A gentle ruffle to his hair follows, the glide of your manicured nails across his scalp easing his cheek to rest upon your leg.

“Any time.” He should get up - his knees are beginning to ache - but he’s far too preoccupied with the lace beneath his still wandering hand, intricate patterns woven into a welcome sign. They trace high across your hips, framing your ass in a way that makes his cock twitch in his suddenly too-tight jeans.

“Baby?” It’s indistinct, somewhere above the clouds his head is suddenly lost in.

You’re radiating heat through every limb. He seeks it out, nosing against the material of your dress in search of more; he wants to bury himself where you’re warmest, fall headlong into sunshine. “Hm?” It comes in an exhale, followed by teeth and tongue.

The clouds part, just a little. His path is lit - a neon outline beneath your skin. He follows it without thought, sweeping his hands higher and higher.

You jolt when he licks a strip up your slit, lace disappearing between your folds. The material sticks to your cunt, sodden and ruined and nearly transparent, both from your slick and his saliva. He grins up at you as he repeats the motion over and over, dragging his tongue in measured trails.

He hears more than sees the way your back hits the door - his grip on your leg tightening to keep you balanced - but he hears and then feels your hands in his hair, tugging gently at the roots. “Kook.” It’s frenzied and breathless and he’s hardly even touched you. It drives him crazy, nails digging crescents into the meat of your ass.

“Yeah, Pumpkin?” Repeated verbatim with that same breakneck smile.

“Need you.”

“Need me?” He echoes, as if he hasn’t heard you, as if it isn’t glaringly obvious by the way you coat your own thighs, beading prettily over his fingers. “What do you need me for, baby?”

A part of you hates when he does this. He knows that. You like when he’s gentle, full of love. You like getting your way with him, knowing he needs you just as badly as you need him. It makes you feel like a queen.

The queen of his castle - the only woman Jungkook will ever love this way. How could he deny you?

So he relents, just a little, sliding his thumb beneath the material of your thong. It catches on your swollen clit and dips between your lips before he’s tugging terribly slowly, at a snail’s pace that has you tightening your grip. He muffles a laugh when it’s halfway down your legs, caught between your knees. You’re like Bambi on ice, impatient and shifting from foot to foot in your haste.

“Careful,” he coos, slipping your underwear into his back pocket for safekeeping before he peers up at you, his face framed by hazy streetlights and his crown of dark hair.

He feels the brush of your fingers against his temple, the subtle squeeze of your thighs beneath his touch. “I love you.”

It isn’t reciprocal in words, answered instead with a kiss that leaves you panting above him. His tongue works you open, dipping into your heat before rising to toy at your clit. He repeats the motion until you’re shaking, tremors passing through your legs to the hands that hold you in place trapped between him and the door.

There’s an angel’s chorus filtering into his ears - quiet little gasps that turn lewd, breathless recitals that leave him aching to bend you over and fuck you senseless.

A single digit brushes your entrance, sliding home in a smooth press of his wrist. You take him to the knuckle without an ounce of resistance and he grins, triumphant, against your core. There’s nothing more intoxicating than how much you want him - need him - and he gives greedily, slotting another in alongside the first. You mewl above him, the sound music to his ears, and he scissors them expertly, watching in rapt fascination as your pussy stretches to accommodate the width of two long fingers. “Fuck - I love you,” he hums, awestruck and adoring.

Something like a laugh bounces off your tongue and descends into a wanton moan before it can right itself. A tell-tale sign you’re almost there. Perfect.

He zeroes in on your clit, tongue dancing over it with each drag of his fingers. He’s curling them now, intimately familiar with the rough bundle of nerves that turns you stupid. You’re practically dripping down his hand and he’s careful not to let a single drop go to waste, licking his way over his knuckles and back to the source in languid strokes before he returns to toying with the pearl between your legs. “So sweet, baby. Like pumpkin pie.”

You’re trembling, hands like iron in his hair, pulling him closer closer closer.

“Please,” you beg. You’re rutting against him, chest heaving - a world away from the mild-mannered girl-next-door. It’s so hot he can’t help but take pause, wait just a moment so he can take in the sight.

Poor choice. He really can’t wait any longer.

He rises in a single fluid motion - even intoxicated, he’s a work of art. He laughs off the way you watch him, expression an intoxicating mixture of admiration and salaciousness. “Come here, angel.” Here, to his arms. Here, where you belong, cradled against all five feet ten inches of him.

You’re putty in Jungkook’s hands, far too close to the brink of release to even think of arguing when he rotates you, pressing the full, unyielding expanse of his chest to the small of your back.

“Look how beautiful you are, baby.” Debauched words that sound more like love, whispered adoringly into your ear. Sweet nothings that incinerate every ounce of rationale, leaving nothing but yearning in its wake. He presses a kiss to your cheek, broad palms heavy at your hips.

He’s right - you are beautiful, framed within the mirror’s reflection and barely lit by the moon.

“Pretty,” you agree, right as one hand shifts, drops and finds a home against your core. Two digits press, unrelenting, into your cunt and you keen, head dropping against his shoulder like he’s just cut your marionette strings with the scissor of his fingers. The flat of his palm grinds against your clit and he snickers, the sound deposited into your hair like a gift.

“That’s right, Pumpkin. So pretty.” The P’s pop off his tongue, enunciated with each curl of his knuckles, each blossom he blooms over your neck.

He fucks you slowly, languidly, unhurriedly - even as you writhe against him, pouting and demanding. He does it so you’re delirious with need but not so lucid he loses you; every time you’re about to slip, he recentres your focus and drags you back from the edge - either with a gentle tweak to your clit or a particularly hard thrust of his fingers. Anything to keep you there, eyes locked with his in the hallway mirror.

“Look at you. You’re so perfect.” Praise rains down and you’re smiling, a faraway, feral glint in your eye. “So fucking sexy for me. Do you want more?” His fingers still within your fluttering walls, massaging tight against your g-spot as his thumb adjusts to impose the same pressure upon your throbbing clit. “Want me to fill you up? Fuck you silly?”

You don’t have to speak for him to know your answer - he feels the way you clench around him, eager for something far better.

“Relax, baby,” he murmurs, that same messy hand making quick work of his leather belt and the button and zipper of his jeans. It’s honestly a feat given how insistent you are, grinding your ass over his aching cock like you might die without it. Your impatience is endearing and intoxicating; he almost topples you both over in his haste to step out of his clothes, pile kicked aside as you begin to whine, nails digging into the arm that still rests heavy around your waist. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ve got you.”

He does - and not a second too soon.

The head of his cock is glossy, leaking pre-cum over the purpled tip. It makes it almost easy for him to slip inside you except for the fact that it’s never that easy and the stretch is undeniable, bordering on painful despite how needy you are for him and how well he’s prepared you.

Every nerve ending is shot as he sinks into you. He fills you entirely as a groan tumbles off his lips, your ass flush to his hips. You’re so wet he can feel your slick over his own thighs, coating the base of his cock as you squeeze around him. A whine of his own pitches, forms in a bite to your shoulder that has you crying out. “Fuck. Fuck.”

He’s mouthing over silk, over skin, fingers firm around the column of your neck; tips press into softness, stealing your breath. The other hand anchors you against him, slung low over your side with his palm splayed across your ribs. It’s the only way he keeps you from jolting forward as he ruts against you, fucking into your heat at a relentless pace. He can read the strain in your limbs, how it grows and grows and nearly snaps in two when he tightens his grip at your throat.

“You wanna come, pretty?” It’s heavy, hungry, hoarse - gravel beneath velvet. You nod senselessly, swallowing thickly beneath the palm that sears heat and try to focus on the same feverish burn that claims your insides and melts your bones. Jungkook knows exactly which buttons to push, how to light you up like a night sky.

“Please.”

It’s an explosion of light and colour behind your eyelids and under your skin. You’re crying, sobbing, wailing - a wrecked mess caged against his chest as your orgasm crashes over you. Pleasure washes over you in waves, dripping down your cheeks; you’re spasming around his cock, gripping him so tightly he nearly chokes as he chases the same high.

The sounds you make are so pretty, helpless and somehow still desperate for more. They run on a loop inside his head, stuttering his rhythm as he fucks you through your sensitivity and into another high that has you clawing at his hands.

You’re out of body, eyes rolled so far back into your head that he can see only the whites. He squeezes harder at your neck - knuckles blown out, tense, a stark contrast to the mosaic of red that he’d painted earlier - and you’re a rag doll doing your best, trying to meet his stare as he grins wolfishly at you. “That’s right. One more. One more with me.”

It’s impossible to deny Jungkook or his near brutal pace. Where skin meets skin, there’ll be bruises, imprints left by the hard ridges of his hips, the shape of his fingers - a reminder of tonight for days to come. He’ll trace them with his tongue and never let you forget.

“Right there,” he barks with a sloppy, stuttering roll of his hips.

Your second orgasm is messy, wet, soaking the silk of your dress and his hand as he works your clit. A million volts of electricity buzz through your body, from the tip of your ears to the balls of your feet; he can feel it, passed between the two of you like a livewire. It launches him over his own peak - a lit match to gasoline.

He fills you with a low groan and a last, purposeful thrust. He holds you impossibly tight, dragging his hips in small circles as you milk him for all he’s worth, cum slipping past your swollen lips with each movement, despite how eager he is to keep it right where it is, staining your walls and reminding you you’re his.

Always have been, always will be.

author note. please note this is a flashback drabble (you might’ve caught the reference in chapter 3)! this is not present day, sadly. but did you catch any of the foreshadowing in this? hopefully! if not, i'm sorry. thank you for reading anyway. i appreciate you!

tag list. @jalexad @aa-ronpa @kookiesbreaky @celestialflamefairy @xjoonchildx @pars-ley @seokjinssi @youwannabelostandnotbefound @patpus @dazedjjk @koozui @jinhitwhore @always-wishing-for-rain

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fullfledgedghost · 3 years

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just gonna do a good old-fashioned art dump, i think!

first drawing’s of an oc, second’s crona from soul eater, third’s just some guy with wings, fourth’s two monsters from moshi monsters, fifth’s my versions of steve, alex, and herobrine minecraft, and sixth’s frisk and chara undertale in scene fashion.

image ids under the cut!

[begin 1st image ID. a coloured traditional sketch of a person with dark brown skin, dark brown eyes, and lime green hair. their hair is very curly, and shaved on the left side, exposing their ear, dangling star earring, and black ear cuff. their eyes are narrowed, and they are sticking out their tongue. they have a black heart design under their right eye. they are wearing a lime green t-shirt with slits in the sleeves, featuring a picture of gir from invader zim. under this, they are wearing a black and grey striped long-sleeved shirt. both shirts are tucked into a pair of grey jeans, held up by a black studded belt. they are wearing tall black combat boots. additionally, they are wearing two multicoloured kandi necklaces of different lengths, one black necklace with a star pendant, multicoloured kandi bracelets on their wrists, and fingerless fishnet gloves. their nails are painted black. end 1st image ID.]

[begin 2nd image ID. a traditional sketch of crona from soul eater. they are wearing their canon outfit. they are hugging themself with their left arm, and looking down to the left. they look very uncomfortable. next to the drawing, ‘nnnn..’ is written. end 2nd image ID.]

[begin 3rd image ID. a traditional sketch of a person. they have messy hair that covers their eyes, and dark horns poking out of their hair. their mouth is a thin line. they are wearing an oversized hoodie with a dark undershirt, baggy dark jeans, and sneakers. they also have large black wings, unfolded on either side of them. their hands are in their pockets. end 3rd image ID.]

[begin 4th image ID. a traditional sketch of a diavlo and a poppet, from moshi monsters. the poppet is standing, wearing a t-shirt that features the C.L.O.N.C. logo, and rainboots. the diavlo is floating, wearing sneakers and holding a small flag that says ‘C.L.O.N.C. is cool’ on it. they are holding hands. below the drawing, ‘they are girlfriends and they work for clonc’ is written. end 4th image ID.]

[begin 5th image ID. a traditional sketch of steve, herobrine, and alex from minecraft. they are all standing next to each other, in that order. herobrine has his arms around the other two, steve is doing a peace sign, and alex is waving. steve is winking, herobrine’s eyes are closed, and alex’s eyes are open. they are all smiling, herobrine grinning with his teeth while the others’ mouths are closed. below the drawing, ‘a big happy family!’ is written. end 5th image ID.]

[begin 6th image ID. a traditional sketch of chara and frisk from undertale, dressed in scenecore fashion. they are standing in that order. chara’s hair is very spikey, and a portion of the bangs are dyed. they have spiral designs on their cheeks, and are sticking their tongue out. they have no pupils, but their eyes are narrowed. they are wearing an oversized t-shirt that has ‘stop being cringe culture’ written on it, and a long-sleeved dark undershirt, tucked into slightly distressed dark jeans held up by a studded belt. they are wearing thick platform boots with buckles on them. additionally, they are wearing earrings with dangling smiley faces on them, a necklace with a flower chew pendant, a kandi necklace, fingerless gloves, and kandi bracelets on their forearms. their nails are painted black. frisk has slanted bangs and raccoon tails, a part of their bangs the same shade as the stripes in the tails. their eyes are closed, and they are grinning. there are heart designs under their eyes. they are wearing a distressed cropped t-shirt that says ‘rawr means i love you in dinosaur’ on it, over a dark mid-length-sleeved shirt. they are wearing a plaid skirt held up with a thin black belt. they are wearing sneakers with little doodles on them. additionally, they are wearing two small hair clips, a lacy choker, a kandi necklace, kandi bracelets on their wrists, fingerless fishnet gloves, fishnet tights, and knee-high socks with two stripes at the top. they are holding two flags in their left hand; a rainbow flag and a flag that has ‘PLUR’ written on it. above the drawing, ‘sc3n3 k1dz!!!’ or ‘scene kidz!!!’ is written. end 6th image ID.]

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Jeon Jungkook x Reader ~ Bad Guy [Request]

➳➳➳ Word Count: 4,531

➳➳➳ Paring: BadBoy!JungKook x Reader

➳➳➳ Genre: High School AU,fluffy with like the smallest, tinest, microscopic piece of angst that I could ever do

➳➳➳ A/N:I hope you like this sweetie!! @fan-ati--c

Jungkook was waiting by your locker for you like always, wearing his usual leather jacket and holding his car keys in his hand. You smiled at him and then looked at the floor trying not to fall over. There were always eyes on you, watching to see if you would fuck up. It came with the habit of dating the school's bad boy,

"Hey Jagi, you ready?" You nodded and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you began walking out to his car, thinking back on the time you first spoke to him, and how you didn't even want to be near him.

"Y/n you're helping Jungkook." Your headshot up from the book you were hiding behind and you stared across the room at Jungkook, the high school ''bad boy'' and he was already staring at you, a smug look on his face as he noticed he was paired up with the nerd of the class.

"Problem?" The teacher asked as she noticed how unhappy you looked, but you were too shy to even say anything so you shook your head, going back to the book you were reading and ignoring the looks you were receiving from all the girls in the class that wanted to work with him. That was the thing about Jungook everyone in the school loved him despite the fact that he was the ''bad boy'', and by a bad boy, they meant that he was covered in tattoos, refused to work, disobeyed the rules and did everything you weren't supposed to do whilst getting away with it because of who he was, some spoilt rich kid who got away with anything he wanted to do. But you, you stuck to the rules, kept your head down and tried to stay as invisible as possible and maybe you would have gotten away with it until graduation if it wasn't for being paired up with Jungkook. Now everyone knew who you were and all the girls envied you for studying with him.

Jungkook was waiting by your lock when the day finished and you stared around behind you as he waved you over to him with a smile on his face, Jeon Jungkook the boy that was cold to everyone he met and never smiled was smiling at you, you slowly walked towards him clutching the bag you were carrying close to your body and he stared at you. You suddenly felt insecure in front of him, you were wearing your usual baggy pink jumper with a pair of light ripped blue jeans while he was wearing black jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket.

"Hi, you're Y/n right?" You nodded not wanting to talk to him in the middle of school where everyone could see.

"Look, I'll do all of the work and hand you notes the day before the presentation and you won't have to do anything." You told him, suddenly feeling a boost of confidence from somewhere. Unlocking your locker you threw your books into it, pulling out your earphones and getting ready to walk away from him but his hand was on your wrist,

"Who said I wanted that?" You snapped your wrist out of his grasp and continued walking towards the school exit but he was following you. Hands shoved into his pockets as he walked behind you, eyes trained on the back of your head as you ignored him.

"No one said you wanted it, I want it. I don't want you fucking up the project." He chuckled at you as you both left the school building, walking towards the car park and he hated that you were ignoring him and talking to him like this. No one ever did and it was starting to piss him off,

"I wouldn't fuck it up." You stayed still, turning around on your heel so you could face him and he had his arms folded over his chest,

"The last project you worked on never got finished, the one before that you asked to be left out of it and only given notes." He smirked licking his teeth, so you'd been talking about him to other people,

"Look I'm not in the mood-" You couldn't finish your sentence cause he'd pushed you against the brick wall behind you, one of his arms above your head as he stared down at you.

"Is this supposed to be intimidating to me? Because you look like an idiot." You scoffed pushing away from you and continuing your walk home.

"It's going to rain. Let me give you a ride home?" You looked up at the sky, it was starting to turn a dark grey colour and you did have an hour-long walk to go.

"No, I'll be fine." Jungkook watched as you continued to walk down the street, no jacket, no hoodie, no umbrella and he couldn't help but feel protective over you.

"Jungkook let's go!" Jimin yelled grabbing his attention, he turned in the direction of the cars and shook his head.

"I'm going home a different way, I'll see you guys later!" He yelled, turning into a sprint to catch up to you. Jimin stared as his best friend left his car in the parking lot and chased after you, turning around to look at Taehyung who just shrugged his shoulders in silence and started up their own cars.

"I told you it would rain," Jungkook said to you, you'd both been walking in the direction of your house in silence for half an hour, neither of you speaking a word to one another but now it was starting to rain he felt the need.

"Whatever." You sniffled pulling the sleeves of your jumper over your hands and tried to concentrate on walking in silence when you saw him shift in the corner of your eye,

"Take this." He slipped his leather jacket over your shoulders and you stared up at him, why was he being like this? You'd heard all of the stories about him. How mean he was to everyone he met, hell you were there when he beat up someone for just looking at him in a way he didn't like.

"Thanks." You mumbled, pulling it tighter across you both of you picking up the pace as you walked.

Biting down on your lip you stared at Jungkook and then up to your front door,

"Come in, I'll get you a drink and an umbrella while your jacket dries out." You told him, he stared at you in disbelief and stayed still as you walked up to the porch steps,

"Or stay out here and freeze?" He nodded and followed you into the house, taking off his shoes and looking around there were photos of you on every wall, and some of an older boy who he assumed was your brother.

"Your parents won't mind if I'm here?" You flicked on the kettle and looked at the kitchen side, swallowing hard at the thought of it.

"Their dead." You whispered turning around to look at him with a fake smile,

"It's just me and my brother here and he's at work." You told him, taking the jacket from around your shoulders and going to put it on the radiator, noticing how wet Jungkook was.

"I'll get you some of his clothes to wear and dry those for you...You didn't have to follow me home though." You told him as you took him through the house, climbing the spiral staircase and going to your brother's room. Trying to find something that would fit Jungkook and he wouldn't mind wearing, Jungkook walked into the room and took notice of all the band posters on the wall.

"Your brother likes music?" You nodded,

"He wanted to be a rapper before the accident with our parents." You told him, taking the clothes from the wardrobe and handing them to Jungkook,

"Thanks." You nodded, tucking your wet hair behind your ears and then nodding over to the door.

"There's a bathroom in there, feel free to take a shower or whatever." Quickly you made your way out of the room, trying not to be alone with him for too long you couldn't believe you'd even invited him in. If anyone found out it would never die down, you walked into your room changing into leggings and an oversized Toronto jumper, running down the stairs to make you and Jungkook a drink.

"I forgot to ask, would you like a coffee or a hot chocolate?" You asked looking up from the book in front of you to see Jungkook standing in nothing but a towel in front of you, his black hair was scraped back and his tattoos were on full display. You'd never seen them all before, only the ones on his wrists but he had a full sleeve on each arm and then chest tattoos. You gulped eyes nervously dancing from him and the book.

"Like what you see?" You ignored him continuing to stare at the book the words blurring together, all you could picture was his abs in your mind.

"Why are you nothing but a towel in my kitchen?" You choked out and he chuckled, going over to his leather jacket and getting his phone.

"I forgot my phone. Is that the book we're using for our assignment?" He was standing behind you now, you could tell because of the heat radiating off his body from the shower, you felt a droplet of water hit your half-exposed shoulder and he looked at the book. Your eyes glanced over at him to study his face while he wasn't looking, his jawline looked like it could slit someone's throat if they pissed him off and he looked like he was actually paying attention to the book in front of you.

"You like it?" You questioned as he took it from the side and flipped to the front page,

"I thought it was about killing a mockingbird?" You stared at him and blinked.

"I'll make a drink, go get changed." You said to him, laughing as he walked in the direction of the stairs, banging his hip on the side as he did so.

"Hot chocolate please." You nodded and watched as he continued up the stairs, nose stuck in the book as he walked. You never thought you'd see the day that Jeon Jungkook would be carrying a book in nothing but a towel around your house, you looked at the kettle and started making the drinks for you both.

"Can I borrow this?" Jungkook asked later that night, you'd spent the last four hours reading through the book together, you looked up from your notes.

"The book?" He nodded and slipped his jacket onto his arms

"I want to finish it so we can work together properly, that way you won't have to do all the work." You nodded and he smiled placing a bookmark at the page he was on and getting ready to leave your house,

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, do you want to meet up early to get some notes done or shall I just pretend I don't know you?" He questioned as he got to the front door, you stared up at him with a frown on your face.

"I know you like to pretend to be invisible and if you're seen with me it sort of changes that." How did he know that? Had he been watching you?

The truth was he had been watching you, you'd always played in his mind and he always saw you. In a room full of people he would only see you first you were the person he would always notice. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him, begging for a date but you were different. You ignored him, kept your head down and tried to avoid being seen and it had worked for a while but once he'd noticed you he couldn't un-notice you.

"Well it'll take you a while to finish it but we can meet if you want?" He nodded and left your house walking down the path and passing your brother on his way.

"Who was that?" Yoongi asked as he got up to you at the door, you looked up at your older brother and smiled.

"Project partner," He eyed you up and hummed, he'd not seen you smile like that since your parents passing he walked you into the house and shut the door behind you both. Wanting to find out more about this project partner of yours.

"I've never seen him before." He stated looking at you as you walked into the living room, taking the cups that you'd had your drinks in and took them over to the sink, getting ready to wash them up.

"Relax Yoongi, he's a guy from school. Not my type." You lied. You didn't even know if you had a type, you'd never dated before.

"You okay?" Jungkook asked, you stared out of the window you'd been driving back home and you hadn't even noticed.

"Yeah, just thinking about how we met." You giggled and he chuckled, taking your hand in his and placing it on the gearstick as he drove you around in his black car. It was hard to get used to at first, being around him so much but he'd changed a lot since you started dating. No one got beat up for looking at him anymore, he gave up smoking and began focussing on his schoolwork more. His mother thanked you for having such a positive influence on her son and accepted you as if you were her own daughter, always inviting you over for dinner.

"How I won you over with my charming good looks?" You rolled your eyes at him and he pretended to be hurt by it, pulling into your driveway and looking up at the door, Yoongi was standing there waiting for you.

"Does he still hate me?" You groaned taking your hand out of his and looking at Yoongi who was tapping his foot on the deck,

"He doesn't hate you...He doesn't necessarily like you but he doesn't hate you." You told Jungkook, leaning over to the gearstick and giving him a quick kiss on the lips,

"I'll pick you up in the morning." He promised as you got out of the car bending down to talk to him through the window and smiling at him.

"I thought Jimin wanted a lift?" He nodded and looked at his phone,

"He does, I'll bring him along." You nodded and made a note to yourself to bring an extra coffee out in the morning, you waited until Jungkook was gone from the driveway before you made your way up to your brother, holding your bag tightly over your chest as you did.

"I don't like him." You pushed him lightly and he followed you into the house, he didn't like him because of the stories.

"For the last time Yoongi, he's not in a gang, he's not a gang leader and he doesn't carry around a gun." You told him, dropping your school bag on the floor and looking at your brother who was staring out of the window beside the front door. Yoongi had heard all of the stories just like the rest of your small town but Jungkook wasn't like that anymore. He wasn't the cold, mean bad boy that he was when you first met him, he was now kind and caring he didn't care about his reputation as the bad boy anymore.

"I thought you were cooking tonight?" You questioned staring at the pizza boxes that were sitting on the kitchen counter and he smiled nervously at you and then rubbed the back of his neck,

"I burnt the chicken so I ordered." You nodded and took three slices up to your bedroom to get some more studying done before you had to go to bed, Yoongi never really cooked because he wasn't the best at it, you were blessed with the cooking skills of the family while he was blessed with the creativity.

Jimin and Jungkook picked you up that morning, Jimin was holding bagels out for you and you handed him his coffee. You'd gotten to know each of his friends over time and you knew what all of them liked and what they didn't.

"They have a new kid joining today, I bet they ask Y/n to tutor," Jimin said as you stood by Jungkook's locker, you looked up from the book upon hearing your name and Jimin shook his head at you.

"You're a nerd." You poked your tongue out at him and he chuckled. At first, you didn't get along with any of his friends. They all expressed their dislike for you because you'd changed Jungkook so much but once they saw how much happier he was and how much better he was doing now you were by his side they began to like you more, falling into the routine of studying with you both instead of getting up to no good outside of school. Spending less time in detention and more time in the library with you, you'd helped Jimin with a project he'd needed to pass in Science and that was it you were all best friends from that day forward.

"I doubt it, there are way smarter people than me." You laughed, walking with them towards your English class. Jungkook's arm wrapped around your waist as you did so, something you regularly got yelled at for in the halls but would never stop.

"Y/n!" Jungkook's arm dropped upon hearing the yelling and you turned around to face the English teacher who was walking with someone who looked like he didn't want to be there.

"This is Lucas. You'll be tutoring him in all the classes you share." You nodded not wanting to disrespect the teacher and Jungkook stared at the boy in front of you. He looked around the same age as you both, he was dressed in black jeans and a purple hoodie.

"Nice to meet you, Lucas, I'm Y/n, this is Jimin and Jungkook." You said shaking his hand and Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist,

"Her boyfriend." You held back a snigger and Jungkook kissed you passionately in the corridor, earning a scolding from a teacher who was passing.

"Keep it outside of the school you two." You hummed and Jungkook smirked,

"I'll see you at lunch." You nodded, blushing wildly as people turned to stare at you and Lucas was staring at you both and then staring at the floor when he saw you look at him.

For the last week you'd been working with Lucas non-stop, he told you he struggled with a lot of subjects and you offered all your help, meaning you were too tired to spend time with Jungkook and would regularly fall asleep on your rides home together, even falling asleep in his arms when you went over to his house for dinner on a Friday night.

"They're working her to death." He sighed as he carried you up to your front door, Yoongi waiting for the door open watching Jungkook carefully as he carried you up to your bedroom.

"Who is?" Yoongi questioned as they both watched you sleeping, snuggling against the blankets with a smile on your lips.

"Some fucking kid called Lucas, taking all her time away and making her study for excessive hours." Yoongi chuckled at Jungkook and rubbed his shoulder,

"Sounds like someone is jealous," Jungkook grumbled and they walked out of the room together, going down the stairs to leave Yoongi watched as Jungkook took one more look at you before leaving and knew he was going to have to get over being the protective older brother soon, he seemed like a good kid.

The studying continued and you were spending more and more time away from Jungkook and he hated it, he stopped giving you rides home because Lucas could drive and you started riding to the library with Lucas. It was starting to get weird for you though, all you wanted to do was cuddle with Jungkook on your lunch breaks but you were being taken to see Lucas who was ''struggling'' with something yet again, despite being taught it that morning or having multiple notes on the same thing. You were too nice to see the fact that he was playing you like a video game but Jimin and Jungkook caught on pretty quickly. But you were starting to catch on, throughout your entire last period he'd inched himself closer and closer to you, running his hands over your legs and arms, acting as though they were accidents, now he was towering over you as you tried to leave the library,

"I know you're dating Jungkook but maybe when you're over your bad boy phase you could come to someone who would treat you right?" Lucas said running his hand over your cheek making you cringe and back away from him, his arm linking around your waist and dropping to the top of your ass,

"I'm fine thanks. I love Jungkook." You scoffed pulling your bag over your shoulder and staring at Jimin who'd seen the whole interaction and was making him way over to you with a red face,

"You're making her uncomfortable, would you like it if I made you uncomfortable?" He said getting up in his face but you pulled him away not wanting him to get into trouble with anyone, promising to yourself that you would never tutor him again,

"Let's just go find Kookie, I need him to take me home so I can bleach my whole body." You groaned, running your hand over your cheek where you could swear you could still feel Lucas' touch on your skin.

"He what?!" Jungkook yelled once you got to his car, he was leaning against the passenger door when you and Jimin told him what had happened and now he was red in the face and looking around the parking lot for him.

"I'll fucking kill him." You tried to grip onto him but it was too late he was rushing in the direction of Lucas and his car,

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" That was all it took to grab everyone's attention, all of them turning to look in the direction of you, Jimin, Jungkook and Lucas who was wearing a shit-eating smile as he saw you all.

"What is it? Little whore cried wolf?" Jungkook snapped punching him in the nose and making you scream, Jimin wrapped his arms around you to stop you from getting between Jungkook. He'd seen this before with Jungkook if someone insulted someone he loved there was no going back, it was like a veil went over Jungkook and anyone who got in the way was in trouble.

"Let it go Y/n." He whispered to you but you were still struggling to get out of Jimin's arms, teachers were coming.

"Jimin. Car. Now." You barked and he ran off, you sprinted to Jungkook and pulled him off the bloody faced Lucas and sprinted towards the car. He was shaking with anger and you sat him in the back seat with you,

"Drive to mine. I'll patch up his knuckles. I don't think they saw his face so we'll say we were home." Jimin was speeding down the road in the direction of your house while you tried to talk to Jungkook but he wasn't speaking, he was shaking and staring out of the window.

"Fuck I think he'd broke his knuckle." You hissed staring down at his swollen tattooed hands and then up to the front door of your house. Yoongi was waiting there but once he saw Jimin driving he knew something must have happened, he rushed over to you helping Jungkook into the house and sitting him in the kitchen,

"You can't hate him for this. He was protecting me. That stupid fucking Lucas kid was being a creep." You told him as Yoongi went on the hunt for the first aid kit, you watched from the corner of the room while they cleaned up the blood a mixture of his and Lucas'.

He hadn't said a word all night, Yoongi had gone to work and Jimin left for home but you told them you'd look after Jungkook who was sitting on your sofa staring at the floor with an ice pack over his hand, you'd been sitting in silence for the last four hours. It was the least time you'd spent talking since the first time he walked you home,

"Do you want anything to eat? I can cook you something?" He looked up at you for the first time since it happened and you sent him a small smile,

"You're staying with me...Not breaking up?" You frowned at him, sitting beside him and looking into his eyes.

"Why would I break up with you?" He looked at your hands that were resting on his thigh and then back up to your face which was full of concern for him,

"I beat him up-I think I broke his nose." You shook your head at him,

"He deserved it, he was a creep." You let out a small laugh but you could tell that he didn't find it funny.

"Jungkook I'm not going to leave you for beating someone up for me...I wouldn't break up with you for something so small, I love you too much." You admitted before your brain could catch up to you, it was the first time either of you had said it to one another in the whole time that you'd been dating.

"You do?" You nodded standing up from the sofa and going into the kitchen to try and find something else to do,

"You don't have to say it back, I don't know if it's too soon or whatever-" You were cut off when he hands were on your arms and turning you to face him, you smiled up at him.

"I love you too." He chuckled, leaving a small kiss on your lips bending down to pick you up and put you on the kitchen counter in front of him, standing between your legs as you put your hands into his hair. You could have died happily right there and then if it wasn't for the front door opening and your brother walking in,

"I forgot my phone." He said not looking in your direction, you were resting your head on Jungkook's and blushing as your brother walked back out of the house ignoring what he'd seen and going back to work.

"When did you two get so buddy, buddy?" You asked climbing down from the counter and going to make some food, you were starving because you'd skipped lunch to take a quick nap in Jungkook's car.

"After you passed out at mine, he started to relax a little more with you...Even told me he liked me." Jungkook chuckled and you giggled, kissing him again before getting the frozen pizzas ready.

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hidiingplace · 3 years

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TODD HEADCANON + FOX VIGILANTE OUTFIT

general. okay i’ve been wanting to do this HC for AWHILE now but I’ve only recently found the perfect recourses for his fox-suit revamp. I’m going to break this post down by each picture/equipment and talk about the properties of each peice and then I’m going to talk about the functionality of the suit overall. HERE WE GOOO.

mask. okay so there are TWO fox mask pictures, but thats because one appeals the the shading aspect and the other refers to the shape of the mask. The first (far left) mask is a perfect example of the colour and shading on the mask. Distinct black ears, white trim, darkened eye holes. however the second mask (far right) is a more accurate shape. Because The Fox’s abilities are rooted in speed, it’s important that his ears are not massive and able to catch wind. even though he’s magical and it doesn’t really make a huge difference, it would be a nuisance to constantly have your head pulled at by the wind catching the ears of your mask.

logo. the middle picture at the top is the Fox’s logo. Originally he didn’t have a logo at all, but when people in NYC started showing their support by slapping a specific fox tag everywhere with his slogan ‘I ain’t no hero’ all over the place, he kind of leaned into it. The logo sits in the centre of his back.

claws. the Fox has very sharp claws, which are technically his only TRUE weapon. The Fox does not use knives or batons or anything, but it doesn’t make him any less deadly. The claws are sharp enough that he can cut glass enough to weaken it, slice through thinner metal, and definitely slice through flesh. it’s important to note that the Fox HAS killed people before, whether it was accidental or purposeful the public doesn’t really know 👀

necklace. The Fox’s necklace is the ONLY thing that Todd and the Fox share entirely. Tehy share aspects of one another, but the necklace is really the only thing that does not change AT ALL from his life as the Fox and his life as Todd. This necklace is the beacon through which The Fox and Zipp’s magic resides –– similar to that of a genie and it’s lamp. The Necklace is the only thing that Zipp’s illusion magic cannot affect, and thus it is something that if you are up close with The Fox, you may recognize. However, the Fox does an excellent job of wearing high collared suits that help hide the necklace pendant from view. but every hero makes mistakes from time to time.

shoes. meant to look like your average wear, these shoes are actually more custom than they look. The laces are tight and unable to be untied while in the suit. In addition, the bottom of the shoe is INCREDIBLY sticky. This helps for both free-running, climbing, and also just straight up speed. Having good traction means having the ability to be far more agile and quick on his feet.

suits. The Fox has two suits, one for summer and one for winter weather. these suits are both designed from the same material, and give the Fox adequet protection. I’m going to explain each suit’s properties now.

summer suit –– this is the far left suit (i’d recommend clicking to see the full suit). it is made of thinner lyrca material with leather at key impact points such as the chest, his knees, and his hands/wrists. The longer glove on the right hand is there because when he does his free running and climbing, he often will use his elbow/forearm differently (either for support or to hoist himself up) so it acts as extra protection. This suit is sleeveless, and as I’ve covered before, the illusion magic The Fox has makes Todd’s tattoo’s disappear and make him look tattooless. As mentioned above, the leather vest if so extra protection against his most vulnerable section of his body. The x across his left bicep is actually as way to add additional support from a pervious injury, plus it just looks cool. his suit has multiple mesh components, and this is to help breathability in the hot months. If you’re a runner at all, you know that a lot of running pants have ventilation through mesh or other lighter materials. The mesh around the Fox’s upper thighs act in this way, ventilating his body so he doesn’t over heat. The mesh on his right arm is there for the same purpose, seeing as that is his dominate arm and he will likely use it more and create more energy/heat in that arm. both suits have the circular orange bit on the back, and this is where his logo sits.

winter suit –– this suit is esstentially the exact same as his summer suit with some minor adjustments. There is no more mesh or exposed skin, and instead the full length sleves are made of plyable leather to keep him warm in winter months. There is an additional leather jacket that sits over his vest that clips in the middle to keep it from flying open and being annoying while he’s doing vigilante things. the pant portion of his suit is made of warmer material, but not leather as it would be next to impossible to run in leather pants for any length of time. the opening from the end of his rib cage and the beginning of his pant line at his hip is purposeful for better movements like twisting, bending, and contorting which he does a lot of in his fighting style and free-running movements. in the winter he trades his shoes for some clean, ankle height boots so as to allow for extra warmth and traction in the snow while also allowing him free movement in his ankles while running.

extra notes –– the Fox does not have any strap on weapon holders, and his design is sleak. The throwing knife/weapon holds at the knees in the middle and right photo are not of the Fox’s suit as it would do him a disservice while running, fighting, or even trying to slide into places he shouldn’t. The Fox also has complete control and creative freedom with his suit. His suit looks this way because it’s how he chose it to be. As a result, The Fox can easily switch from winter to summer and vice verse in the blink of an eye.

functions. as as I’ve discussed in other HCs, The Fox is a magical super hero. think sailor moon without the flamboyance. his magic comes from Zipp, the celestial spirit fox who has protected Todd since he was about 10 years old. Zipp’s magic is contained outside of his body in the fox necklace that Todd and Zipp share. When Todd transforms into the Fox, Zipp needs to be inside the necklace on Todd’s body. The first thing that appears is the mask, and then magic spins outwards from the necklace, coating his body with it. The suit allows healing in all the ares where the suit covers him. It’s not instant, but it’s mild enough to generally keep broken bones and internal bleeding from becoming a huge problem. In order to change out of the suit, The Fox must remove his necklace or his mask –– the Fox generally removes the mask as it’s far easier than removing the necklace from his suit.

illusion. The Fox only has the ability to use illusion magic when he is fully covered in his suit. meaning that Todd’s identifying features, like his tattoos and piercings, will not disappear until his suit is fully formed. the whole process doesn’t take very long (between 1-2 seconds) but it’s long enough that if someone saw him do it, they could likely identify him later. in addition, Todd’s eyes go from their bright blue, to absolutely glowing and slitted like that of a fox. in addition, Todd’s filed down canines go from noticeably a different, pointed shape to a much longer and sharper point to resemble that of a fox.

#( RIP this is long )#todd rebane ( general ).#todd rebane ( headcanon ).

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meanhoeforcb97 · 4 years

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Say My Name

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (and a bit of fluff at the end🙈)

Warnings: Hard Dom! Chan, Daddy/babygirl kink, oral (f), mentions of alchohol(??)

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It was a lovely quite warm evening during the middle of March and your friend Leah had persuaded you into going out for a couple of drinks.

After your last relationship had come to a bad end a few months prior –almost a year– you hadn't been going out much as you weren't interested in a love life at the moment.

Which also ended up affecting your sex life and making it basically nonexistent.

So Leah was determined to change that.

She helped you pick out a dress and you both got ready at your house. She did your make up and you did hers, you were having a great time with one of your closest friends and you genuinely thought this would be a girls night. Little did you know what was about to take place only a few hours from now.

"Damn! You're fire!" You told Leah hyping her up and boosting her confidence. She was wearing a black, strapless and tight fitted dress with some fishnets and knee-high boots.

"You are not so bad yourself!" She said joking as she gestured towards your outfit which consisted of a red tight fitted off-the-shoulder dress that reached just a few inches above your knees and had a slit up your left thigh suggesting what was laying underneath paired with black stilettos.

You weren't really the type to dress up or go clubbing often but whenever you did, you honestly loved it! You loved how confident these sexy outfits made you feel. You loved the stares coming from men and women left and right. You loved the euphoric feeling of sex mixed with alcohol. Nights like these were the ones you strived to always remember.

So with one last check in the mirror you and your friend exited your house, locked the door behind you two and entered a passing cab. Both of you agreed that you wouldn't drive as you both planned to drink at least one glass. So to be safe, you called a taxi.

Arriving at the club, you both entered while holding hands as to not get lost between the sea of sweaty bodies grinding up against each other.

You hadn't even made it to the bar yet and you had already spotted a few hotties—this definitely wasn't gonna be a girl's night.

Leah sat on one of the stools and you sat right next to her and you both turned to the barman.

From the corner of your eye you notice how Leah was basically drooling, and in all honesty she had all the rights to. He was tall and incredibly gorgeous. He seemed to be quite young, at least younger than the two of you so you weren't planning on making any moves as for Leah, that's another story.

"So ... Hyunjin." She said reading his name tag.

"Yes miss, how could I help you?" He asked slightly leaning into the counter with a sky smirk on his face.

"My friend over here and I would like something to drink... give us your best drinks." She said placing some money on the counter and he looked at her hand pushing the bills.

"This one's on me, gorgeous." He said as he sent a wink her way and got to work.

She turned to you and you pouted, "What the actual fuck Leah? It hasn't even been 15 minutes since we entered and you already have found a hottie who will probably fuck the shit out of you later. What am I supposed to do?" You whined at her.

"Calm down okay? I'll help you! I'll find you a nice person to take care of you!" She said with a wink.

"How about this guy right there? The one with the blonde hair and green eyes? He looks fine!" She said and you bit your lip about to give in, but then saw a girl wrapping a hand around his waist and he leaned down and kissed her.

"Oh.." She let out dumbfounded and you sighed.

"Just forget it, I don't need any guy to show me fun! I can do it myself! I'm gonna dance!" You said trying to make her forget about it.

Just at that moment Hyunjin turned around and placed two glasses on the counter, you thanked him, grabbed yours and left right away.

The dance floor was busy with sweaty bodies dancing like crazy to the upbeat music blasting through the speakers.

Taking small and frequent sips of your drink, you found yourself letting loose to the music and your body moving according to the beat.

After a few of these drinks you were getting tipsy and you were dancing on your own for a long time now, deciding that was enough for now you went to leave when suddenly you almost bumped into a male figure.

And fuck, was he hot though?

"Oh oops, I'm sorry!" You said and went to leave.

"Its okay I wasn't looking! By the way love your dress!" He said as he winked at you and you smirked slyly.

"Well thank you, you look quite nice yourself." You said in a joking manner.

Being tipsy and all you continued to dance alone in front of the man's presence as he continued to talk with you.

And he couldn't help but stare in curiosity and lust.

You were so fucking hot he couldn't even comprehend how fuckable you looked all sweaty under the dim coloured lights of the club.

It made him think about you sweaty and under dim lights in a completely different scenario.

"So my names Chris, yours? Or should I call you gorgeous?" He asked in a flirting manner as he grabbed his lower lip between his teeth.

He proceeded to dance along to the music and waiting for an answer.

You couldn't help but scan the man from head to toe, his hair was a beautiful shade of dark brown matching with his eyes. His lips were plump and pink and he had adorable dimples that showed up whenever he smirked playfully at you. His body oh gosh his body was something you really wanted to explore. His exposed biceps were buff and veiny and it was obvious that the man worked out a lot.

You smirked and looked straight into his eyes and moved closer to his form still dancing.

"The names Y/n.. but you can call me whatever you want hottie" you said and proceeded to grind your ass against his thigh.

He bit his lip harder as his hands landed on the small of your waist.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing little girl.." he said through clenched teeth as he leaned so far in that your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath fanning your lips. You leaned into his ear and let out a chuckle.

"Maybe this isn't the most dangerous it can get.." you said and captured his earlobe between your teeth.

Chris's grip on your waist tightened and his breath slightly hitched.

He pulled you back and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was rough and full of lust, your tongues fighting for dominance and yours winning for a second before he regained control. He bit and sucked on your lips and tongue making you let out tiny noises of satisfaction making him pull even closer to his body.

You were both a mess, making out in the middle of the dance floor and grinding against each other like wolves in heat.

"Wanna take this to my place?" He asked as he pulled away from your mouth panting.

You turned towards were your friend was sitting to see her still flirting with that Hyunjin guy. You took out your phone sent her a quick text and nodded at him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, leading you outside he called a taxi and then turned to you and kissed you on the lips once again.

"You sure about this babygirl?" He asked making sure you were doing this with full consent.

"Babygirl huh?" You smirked slyly and leaned in towards his face.

"Sure thing daddy." You whispered into his mouth before biting his lip and he groaned in response grabbing your hips and bringing you closer.

You started making out in the parking lot and just when his hands travelled from your waist to the curve of your ass, the taxi arrived.

You both got in and continued making out at the backseat after Chris instructed the driver to get you two to his house.

Once the car came to a stop he paid for the ride and lead you inside by pulling on your hand.

Throwing your handbag by the door you turned to him only to have him pinning you up against the wall and sucking on your neck searching for your sweet spot.

Your legs immediately became wobbly and your hands found a tight grip on his biceps.

It took everything in you not to moan but when he sucked on that specific spot close to the center of your collarbones you couldn't help but let out a strangled whine.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sound that came out of your mouth.

"Oh no babygirl! Let daddy hear your beautiful voice alright?" He said as he gave your lips a peck and moved his way downwards to your littered neck full of fresh marks.

Unzipping your dress and sliding it down, he stopped just above your stomach so your boobs would be freed.

He kissed on top of your cleavage and couldn't help but bury his face in them.

He quickly took off your bra throwing it somewhere in the livingroom.

He then proceeded to suck, lick and bite onto your right boob, paying extra attention to the erect nipple.

"Chris~" you couldn't help but moan his name as he worked wonders on your breasts.

"What was that babygirl?" He asked as he stopped.

"N-Nothing! Please don't stop!" You practically begged as you tried to pull his face close to your naked chest once again.

"I'm gonna let this slide just this once. But daddy won't be as generous next time! Understood?" He asked and you nodded desperately.

He had barely even touched you yet and you were already wet, your panties getting more and more soaked by the minute.

With a last squeeze and a kiss on your breasts he pulls away, took off his dress shirt and lead you to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by some side lamp on his desk and the bed was large, but that's just about everything you noticed before he pushed you on the bed and pinned your hands above you head.

Taking off the dress completely, he exposed your lower half which was covered by a thin layer of lace.

He smirked and licked his lips with lust and hunger mixed in his beautiful but dark irises.

"You planned on getting fucked tonight didn't you?" He asked as he pulled on the under garment's band and then let it slap against the beautiful and not to mention unmarked skin of your thighs.

"Well you ain't getting fucked by a little boy today, so why dont you let me show you how daddy fucks his little girl huh?" He said and you couldn't help but clench around thin air, your thighs closing and your butt squirming.

"Hmm, my babygirl is so needy~" he cooed as he gripped your thighs and forcefully pulled them apart revealing your covered heat.

Chris quickly rid you of the last piece of clothing remaining on your body and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw your glistening wet flower.

He trailed kisses down the center of your chest to your tummy and lastly to your danger zone— but no! Chris wasnt gonna give it to you so easily.

He kissed all around your pussy and thighs avoiding your clit and entrance and kissing around it on the outer lips and inner thighs.

Leaving a few marks here and there as well your hips thrusted forward trying desperately to find some sort of friction.

He quickly pinned your hips down with his strong hands and finally looked straight into your eyes as he landed the first long and sharp lick across your slit.

You moaned loudly and he couldn't help but groan as he lapped up all of your arousal.

Focusing on your clit, he slipped one finger in your tight hole making you moan louder and pant heavier than before.

"Oh my gosh, keep going! Just like that!" You moaned as Chris hit your g-spot with his finger repeatedly.

He hummed against your clit causing the vibration to send waves of pleasure all over your body while at the same time he added a second finger.

All of the stimulation of your most sensitive parts soon enough drove you over the edge.

Chris sensed that you were close as your walls tightened around his fingers so he gave your clit one last strong suck and pulled his mouth and fingers away from you making you let out a cry of frustration as you lost your high.

"I swear to God if you don't finish what you started... I haven't had sex in freaking months!" You said as you sat up on your ass looking at Chris frustrated.

"Watch your mouth babygirl.." He said as he glared at you. You couldn't help but be intimidated by his naked and toned figure hovering over you.

"And don't worry I'm about to change that." He said with a smirk as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his jeans and briefs.

Once his member was out and free you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together at the image of his red and angry dick standing tall against his toned stomach and leaking with pre-cum already.

"You caused this babygirl..." He growled as he came closer to you. "How do you feel about that?" He asked as gripped a fistful of your hair and tilted up your head to look straight into his eyes.

"Proud." Was all you said before he crashed your lips together in yet another sloppy make out session and he pushed you further into the bed.

You could feel his cock against your pussy and all you wanted and needed at that moment was him inside you and fucking you mercilessly.

"What do you want baby? Let me hear you.." He panted in your ear as he placed a condom around his erected cock.

"I want you Daddy! I want Daddy to fuck me till I cant think straight! To fuck me so good that I wont be able to walk for days!" You cried out and he groaned.

"Your wish is my demand..." he managed to growl out before plugging his thick and rock-hard cock into your swollen, wet cavern.

You both let out sighs of relief at the pleasure of him being inside you.

It was as if his cock was made just to be inside your pussy as he filled you to the brim and stretched you out oh so good.

Soon he started rocking his hips in the most delicious pace and your moans mixed with his.

The strong smell of sex inhabited the room and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud.

He was fucking you so good. He was hitting all the right places and had you a moaning mess in no time.

"Faster daddy, faster!" You cried out as you felt your orgasm being just around the corner.

He groaned at the sound of your voice so desperate and so shamelessly begging for his cock.

Chris grabbed one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. This new angle gave him the chance to explore your pussy in a whole different depth.

With this position you could feel him hitting your g-spot repeatedly once again making you basically scream in pleasure.

He looked at your beautiful face while trusting his hips deeply into your own and he couldnt help but moan at your fucked out expression and sweaty face. Your hair was disheveled and flying everywhere. And as his eyes travelled further down he watched as your boobs bounced from the hard rocking of his hips and just a little bit lower he saw as his dick was engulfed by your hungry vagina.

You were gorgeous.

He kissed your lips and sucked on your tongue as he brought a hand down to your entrance and rubbed inconsistent circles on your swollen clit.

You gasped and cried out at the newfound pleasure.

"Oh my gosh I'm so close! So close!" You managed to let out as you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Let go for daddy babygirl, let daddy see how much you enjoyed him fucking your tight little pussy." He said as he watched you intently and adding even more pressure to your clit.

You let out a strangled moan and gripped his biceps tightly slightly scratching him in a progress and came undone.

The orgasm was so intense that your body was shaking violently afterwards.

As you came, Chris could feel your walls tighten around his dick and his thrust got sloppier and sloppier as he continued fucking into you, chasing his own orgasm while at the same time helping you ride out yours.

To help him, you took down your leg from his shoulder and pulled him closer to you sucking on his neck leaving marks all over it.

He moaned in pleasure when you found his sweet spot and guided your hand to his balls, and you got the memo and massaged them.

He moaned even louder this time as his own orgasm wrecked his body. Coming into the condom he stopped his movements but stayed put inside you as he caught his breath.

Looking down at your face he leaned down to kiss you, both of your foreheads sweaty and with hair clinging onto your skin so he took a stranded and placed it behind your ear.

Placing his forehead on your own he sighed as he pulled his member out of your vagina and you squeezed your thighs together as your previously filled pussy lost its warmth and you trembled lightly.

He took off the condom and threw it away, he leaned down and placed a soft peck on your lips far different than the previous kisses you two shared.

"I'm gonna go grab something to clean you up alright? I'll be right back." He said and you nodded, he smiled and placed one last peck on your lips before leaving.

Laying there alone in his bed you felt your body slowly but surely start to drift in and out of conciousness as you felt completely and utterly exhausted.

At some point your eyes were closing in their own accord and you were almost asleep when suddenly the bed besides you dipped.

You forced your eyes open to see Chris sitting next to you, still completely naked, while holding a wet towel and a glass of water.

He helped you up to your butt and passed you the glass of water. You drank it all in one go and he took back the glass as he helped you lay down again.

"Such a good girl for me... taking my cock so well and cooperating with me.." he cooed at you as he grabbed the towel and placed it on your vagina softly.

The towel was warm making you relax under his gentle touch. He gently and carefully cleaned your vagina and thighs before folding the towel in half and with the clean side he proceeded to wipe the sides of your face, neck and chest.

He stood back up and pulled the duvet over you, placed a kiss on your forehead and left the room with the towel and the glass once again.

He came back soon after though and got under the duvet with you, you were turned away from him so he got this chance to hug you from behind and be the big spoon.

And at that you both fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

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vivianrvergiou · 4 years

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Bad Luck~ Obey Me

After a particularly bad fight in the House of Lamentation, a series of unfortunate events unfold. Pairing: Mammon x Mc Warnings: slight bad language but other than that everything’s ok. Recommended song: 5SOS- Teeth This is my first time writing for the Obey Me fandom, especially for the Greedy Monmon, so I do hope you enjoy!

Normally, the House of Lamentation was always buzzing with voices and energy, as its restless demon residents and human one would go about their day, but today this was not the case. Today, everyone was gathered around the breakfast table, glaring daggers to one another but daring not to speak a single word. You and Beel were the only ones trying out the food, while the other ones were ready to slit each other throats.

‘No one will leave this table until the culprit confesses.’ Lucifer announced, resting his hands on the table with deceiving calmness, but all of you could see the vein of annoyance popping in his head.

‘Mammon just confess it is you and be done with it.’ Satan practically growled at the white-haired demon, who threw his hands up in surrender.

‘Oi, didn’ do it dude. How many times should I tell ya?’

Satan’s green eyes flash with rage and he clenched his fists in a desperate attempt to calm himself down. Right beside him, Levi is rocking himself back and forth, muttering under his breath about levels and assassins and music blasting at full volume. Asmodeus on the other hand, had folded his hands above his chest and refused to even acknowledge anyone around. Still, he pipes up.

‘I want the one who ruined my beautiful hair PAY!’ Asmo throws venomously ‘Do you know how hard it was to get my original colour back?!’

‘Who cares about your hair! That damn assassin keeps getting me on every level! I haven’t slept in two weeks!’

‘Try scratching yourself raw then Levi.’ Belphie muttered, throwing dagger glares to everyone on the table ‘With only exception (y/n) and Beel, any of you could’ve done it. Especially the scumbag, good-for-nothing, greedy bastard like Mammon.’

Lucifer nods ‘This is what we are here to find out. I can promise you that the one responsible will pay dearly. Torture, tied up and hung from the ceilin-’ He growls, and you almost choke with your cereal, cutting him off ‘Anything funny (y/n)?’

You shrug ‘Hard to take you seriously when your teeth are painted pitch black Lucifer. You should wash them every now and then.’

Your snarky remark earns you a murderous glare from the first-born, while Belphie, Satan and Mammon chuckle, with Mammon choking on his spit when Lucifer turns his gaze to him, red eyes dripping with a wild mixture of cruelty and raw anger eating away at the colour. Still, Lucifer is barely managing to contain his anger and not flog you all for your disobedience.

‘It has come to my attention (y/n) that you, Beel and Mammon are the only ones who haven’t fallen victims to this sort of… misfortunes. Care to explain why?’ his eyes never stray from your face, searching for the signs that would possibly betray you.

Alas, as you shrug your shoulders and munch down on a cupcake, your face remains innocently even ‘Maybe because we are next?’

‘No, noononono, don’t go sayin’ that (y/n). The Great Mammon is not up for this shit.’

‘While the rest of us where! So, spit it out already!’ Satan roars and hits the table with his fist, making everything on it bounce.

It had all started about a week ago, when you and Mammon decided to let the others know you were officially dating. Of course, both of you had been pinning after one another from the moment you stepped a single foot inside the house, but it was only a few months later that you had enough and confessed to the greedy demon who was elated, alas not the same could go for the rest of his brothers. A huge fight had broken out, the likes of which you had never seen; all the brothers -with only exception being Beel- were beyond themselves, with all sorts of insults being thrown at Mammon, who after a while simply stormed off to cool down (read cry) and you telling the rest of them off before following him.

Eventually, although reluctantly, the rest of the brothers cooled their heads down.

Alas, bad luck was about to rain down on them.

And first victim, was Levi only a day later.

Levi was kind of sore about the news, so the Otaku decided to just game his frustration and sadness away. The game he decided to give a go was an RPG game from the human world y/n had gifted him with the other day, called Assassin’s Creed, and no matter how much it hurt his heart to play it and his envious nature to rise within, it was still a good game he wanted to play.

One by one he scored the best scores on the levels and progressed, until he reached the tenth level, when a very strange assassin emerged through one of the narrow streets, wearing a bubble pink robe and before he even knew it, Levi’s character was shot dead.

‘What the absolute sh-‘

He loaded the game again and made his way through the streets but again the assassin appeared and shot him. Over and over and over again, at some point he lost track of how many times his avatar had been killed; shot, slashed, an arrow to the body, a kick to the head, a leap of faith on top of him, he was one step away from smashing his controller. He tried everything: going through a different street, avoiding the place, picking up another mission, playing the game from the start but every. single. time. the assassin would emerge and kill him. The Avatar of Envy was beyond himself with rage, until he decided to corner and kill it before it got him again.

‘Aha! Got you now!’ he screams victoriously as he points his arrow to him and shoots him clean through the head.

ICAMEINLIKEAWRECKINGBALL,INEVERHITSOHARDINLOVE,ALLIWANTEDWASTOBREAKYOURWALLSALLYOUEVERDIDWASWREAKME!!!!!YEAH,YOUWRECKME!!!!

It blazed through the speakers on full volume, making Levi fall out of his chair with a scream. It did not stop, it did not lower the volume, the whole computer turned unresponsive until he would wrench the cable off the wall, having a very angry Lucifer breathing down his neck along with the rest of the residents, since it was four in the morning. Every time he would load the game again, when he would find the assassin, the song would blare up all over again. He had triggered a virus but none of the commenters online could help him through it.

He was determined to win though, which left him screaming at the screen in frustration for the 400th time. As well as leaving him with no sleep for a good two weeks.

Yet Asmo, who was the second victim, would vehemently argue that he had it worse.

Nothing betrayed what was about to go down for him.

He had a good laugh with Levi’s punishment for blazing the song at such a wild hours in the morning -and good for Lucifer because none of them cave-demons knew how bad for the skin was to wake up at such ungodly hours- so to relax and pamper himself before going out the following night, he filled with bathtub will all sorts of bath salts and soaps. Making sure to apply his favourite skin and hair mask to chase away the tiredness.

‘~Hmmmm, hmmmm, all perfect!’ he mused to himself and relaxed back with a good glass of wine.

You were with Beel and Belphie in the kitchen preparing dinner when you heard it.

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!’

A bloodcurdling scream rocked the house from its base and as you rushed to the hallway, all you saw was Asmo running around in circles with only a towel wrapped around his hips.

‘IT’S NOT COMING OFF! MY FACE! MY HAIR! IT WON’T COME OFF!!!’

His hair to your ultimate surprise had turned in all the colours of the rainbow, while the face mask he wore simply refused to come off, making the Avatar of Lust lose his shit. At some point, all you saw was the towel loosening but Belphie was quick to cover your eyes before you got flashed. Took them two hours and a very angry Satan to restrain Asmo and help him pull the mask off -thankfully with some alcohol it came straight out- but his hair was unsalvageable, which made Lucifer himself go to the shops in order to find hair dye.

Even with that though, the colour was as close to his original as it would get and no matter the fact he still rocked it, Asmo was very angry about the whole thing.

Yet none of them were suspicious, until bad luck hit Belphegor.

The Avatar of Sloth picked up his favourite cow pillow and made his way to the planetarium for some peace of mind and an opportunity to sleep peacefully and forget about everything. Cuddling to his pillow, he was asleep in no time but at some point, he felt a strange itch cover his body; nothing to worry about he could just scratch it.

Oh, dear Diavolo, no.

The more he scratched the more he would get itchy and the irritation of being pulled out of sleep was doubled when he woke up and every single inch of his body SCREAMED at him to scratch it, which he did until he started scratching himself raw. Beel found him completely turned onto his demon form, scratching away and cursing all the gods and demons he knew and didn’t know. Eventually, only a cold shower seemed to ease the itch and Beel made sure his covers were clean before going out to bring him some of his favourite orange juice; Belphie particularly liked it after a nap and there was a spare cup in the fridge.

Belphegor was thankful of his twin as he took it onto his hands and took a sip, but instead of the familiar fruity taste, the taste of ready-to-make macaroni and cheese flavour assaulted his mouth. Beel was very understanding when his twin spat it out all over him but Belphie was fuming.

Satan on the other hand, could agree that all these misfortunes were kind of strange, but nothing to worry about too much.

So after he laughed and enjoyed his brothers misfortunes over dinner, he returned to his room to read a new book y/n had gifted him and when he finally felt tired, he set his digital alarm on his nightstand -Asmo had bought it for him and he used it to wake up with some calm songs- and went to sleep. There was a thought twisting and turning in his mind as he slept, a gut feeling that something was amiss, but he couldn’t quite place it, instead slipping into unconsciousn-

WHOLETTHEDOGSOUT?!WOOFWOOFWOOFWOOFWOOF!WHOLETTHEDOGSOUT?!WOOFWOOFWOOF!WHOLETTHEDOGSOUT?!

To say Satan literally flew off his bed and turned into his demon form in a split second would be an understatement. The alarm blazed in full volume and would not stop for the world, until he Avatar of Wrath tossed it out of the window, sending it into orbit. Taking deep breaths to calm his nerves down, he made his way to his bathroom to get ready to slash that fucking a-hole who did this to his alarm.

He didn’t really notice his toilet seat being covered by a thin layer cellophane.

And he was barefoot.

Fucking hell.

Lucifer was not really worried at all.

Who in their right minds would prank the Avatar of Pride? No one was that masochistic and he prided himself in being terrifying on a good day, much less when you saw him angry. So, he privately enjoyed the little war raging around his brothers in silence, urging them not to do anything that would shame Diavolo in any way due to their rage. Of course, he was curious to see who was doing all this, but the culprit would rise eventually, nothing stays hidden for long.

That’s what he thought when he went about his chores on the seventh day. Placing his clothes to the washing machine and brewing a nice cup of human coffee Barbatos had given him, an exceedingly rare brew, he made his way to his office to start on the numerous papers he had today. Closing the door behind him, he sipped a bit from the liquid, finding it strangely salty; hm, maybe it was a new kind of coffee? It wasn’t unpleasant for his throat, just very very salty. Making a mental note to let Barbatos know it wasn’t too good, he pulled his chair out and leaned to sit down.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Everything happened in a single moment.

As Lucifer’s butt sat on the chair, a piercing honking sound erupted through his entire study, making the demon jump up in surprise and his hands to shake, resulting into covering his clothes with his coffee- which was not coffee at all, but squid ink which had permanently made its way on his teeth, turning them pitch black.

‘MAMOOOOOOOON!’

To say he was beyond himself would be laughable. Thankfully, he had a spare change of clothes, which he would need because to the horror of the entire household, his clothes came out of the washing machine pure white with a few random black and pink spots on them. Someone had mixed bleach with the washing powder and none of them knew about it.

So now, Lucifer raises an eyebrow ‘Something tells me you know a lot more than you let on y/n. It is not hard to figure out all of the misfortunes started after our fight and you seem strangely calm.’

‘What do you want me to do? I helped Asmo with his hair and Belphie with the scratching. If you wanna, you can search my room. Search everything, turn it upside down, even go through my panties drawer.’ You challenge with a smirk.

Never missing the way Lucifer straightens back and his cheeks colour a faint pink, while the rest of the brothers riot in the proposition.

‘That would not do. But I do have my eyes on you.’

Pushing your chair back, you rise on your feet ‘Whatever you say Lucifer. Now, if we’re done here, we’ll be late for school. I’ll go grab my stuff.’

Leaving them to burn holes in your back before starting to argue with renewed vigour with one another, you exit the dinning room and make your way back to your room. Picking up your stuff and pulling your hair up in a ponytail, you are interrupted when your DDD goes off and you see Solomon’s name flashing over the screen.

‘Hey Sol. Good morning.’ You walk over to your panties drawer and pull a fresh pair of socks, ignoring the squid ink, itch powder, funky hair dye and the bleach, hidden in a small plastic bag under your panties ‘Yes, thank you for running this errant for me. I’ll tell you everything but for now let’s just say they got what they deserved for making fun of Mammoney.’ You flash an evil smile.

Solomon was very amused to hear the stories.

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spilledkauffie · 4 years

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Soulmate

Pairing: Kylo Ren x reader Word Count: 1.6k T/W: fluffy! A/N: for anon: “Hi! Can you pls do a Ben / Kylo suuuper fluffy romantic one??”

The First Order wasn’t really the place for “fun,” yet you seemed to always find it. Between bothering Hux, messing with droids and reprogramming the course path you found plenty of things to do while on board. No one intimidated you, and no one ever threatened you, not really. Hux got mad whenever he found you meddling in things, but his face just started to turn red and you rolled your eyes knowing none of them could actually touch you.

Having grown up with Kylo Ren, at least since he’d joined the First Order you knew they’d never try anything serious except for a scolding. Kylo always made sure nothing happened to you, and he was never the one to scold you. In fact you hardly saw him anymore and when you happened to be walking towards each other in a hallway, he always dipped around another corner before you met in the middle.

You didn’t take it personally, trying to keep your happiness a priority. He was in some high position now, and you were plenty aware that he had no time for you and your attempts to stay occupied whilst in hyperspace. Regardless you continued on with your current mission: stealing Hux’s clothes, for embarrassment purposes, obviously. It wasn’t going to be easy, but you knew it could be done.

Snatching the uniform while he was preoccupied with a shower was far easier than you thought, it was getting away that was harder. You found yourself running through the halls of the expansive ship at full speed.

Kylo heard your footsteps and turned to watch you pass by laughing joyfully at your work. Little did you know he’d always kept an eye on you. There was something so powerful about your smile he could never face it, feeling unworthy to even think of you romantically. Your love of life rivaled his very power with the force. He couldn’t describe it, his stomach felt- his words didn’t- every time you were around. So he’d made sure to avoid you, to ultimately avoid feeling some sort of...weakened.

But it was hard to ignore the screeching of Hux and your infectious laugh echoing around the ship. It made him curious at the very least. Taking long, calm strides, he looked left and right as he passed every hall crossing, making sure you weren’t on your way with the right of way. Arms clasped behind him, he made a straight line, still secretly searching for you.

Before you knew it you’d found him faster than light speed. Crashing right into his tall dark figure you stopped dead in your tracks on impact, hardly knocking him off balance whatsoever. You on the other hand were stumbling backwards. Kylo panicked a little and reached his arms out for you, catching you.

“Y/n...I’m so sorry, are you-”

You looked behind you, hearing Hux. Smiling proudly, you didn’t mind the sensation of being in Kylo’s arms, but you knew you needed to get somewhere less visible.

“Hi!” You blurted happily, “come on,” you smiled wildly, hair in your face and you latched onto Kylo’s hand, somehow dragging him behind you as you ran.

He was hardly used to such behaviour, but followed anyway, and was hardly being drug along. His step fell in with yours at a light jog compared to your running. You navigated the halls far better than even he could and found a perfect hiding spot, some sort of control room, it would be small, but helpful.

You let go of Kylo’s hand to type some code in to gain access to it. He tightened and released his first, the feeling of your hand in his still lingering with sensations of warmth he’d not felt since, well the two of you were kids, but it was stronger and meant so much more now.

Instead of saying anything he followed you in, the door closing sealed your close proximity. You were directly opposite of him, clutching the all black uniform to your chest, which heaved silently. Your eyes were closed as you heard some footsteps pass by. Kylo couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your hair was tousled, your skin was aglisten, and you were absolutely gorgeous to him.

“What did you do exactly?” Kylo asked, naturally curious.

You smirked and leaned forward, head almost against his chest as you peeked out the slits in the door, “I stole Hux’s uniform, that’ll teach him to tell me what to wear again.”

Kylo tilted his head and pondered, “What- what was he telling you to wear?”

You leaned back, finally looking him in the eyes. They were much dreamier than you remembered and you found your words caught in your throat for a moment.

“Something...a bit more... ‘first order’ I believe he’d said,” you shrugged, “he tells me you don’t like colours, so I shouldn’t wear them on board your-”

“I like colours,” Kylo quickly corrected, he himself found it hard to swallow while you were looking up at him in the dim lighting of the tight room, “on you at least.”

“Really?” You dropped your arms away from your chest, not meaning to entice him, but his eyes couldn’t help but quickly flash down before back up, “I figured the great Kylo Ren would find me hardly likable, but instead childish.”

He parted his lips to say something, but tilted his head again, trying desperately to figure out what he’d done to make you think he wouldn’t like you, “did I- what was-”

“Well just the way you avoid me at all costs, I thought you’d forgotten about me, maybe didn’t recognise me anymore,” you quirked your lips, “or just thought of me as that old playmate from your youth.”

He bit the inside of his lower lip realising that he did in fact avoid you, or at least he now understood that it came across that way to you. After all, you’d only offered him a smile, it wasn’t that hard to reply to. Then again you didn’t know that feeling you gave him, it was a crippling desire for more. He wanted to see you, but at the same time he didn’t want you to see him. In fact, he suddenly wished he hadn’t forgotten his helmet, feeling his cheeks flush slightly.

“I hardly think of you as a playmate anymore,” he stepped closer, making you truly realise the height difference between the two of you and the lack of personal space, “and I could never forget you.”

The air was suddenly thick and heavy with unsaid words of the past few years. You were a hit and miss relationship, seldom exchanging words, but never leaving the other. Now looking down at you he knew what he needed to say, he just wanted it to match what you deserved: perfection.

You boldly met his step and took one of you own, ridding any personal space left, “then what do you think of me as?”

Your lips were hard to look away from when you talked and even after, but Kylo pulled his eyes away and met your gaze. He had the sudden urge to put his arms around you, pull you closer and push your body slightly upward to press against his, as his mouth met yours warmly. Your arms would let go of the uniform and occupy themselves around him, one reaching up to his jawline as his lips worked against yours. He’d stroke a hand through your hair, fingers tangling themselves to keep the perfect harmony in place and on pace. He’d feel your chest rise and fall against his in a sudden passion.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He felt it again- that weakness- a need, but he pushed through it gratifying the need even more as your back met the wall behind it and his hands caressed your face completely. You practically melted under his touch, it was something you’d only ever imagined, but it was far better than your imagination carried you.

Pulling back to a breath, he rested his forehead down against yours. You closed your eyes and breathed heavily in a rhythm with his.

“I’m...sorry, I don’t know what...came over me,” Kylo explained, even though you didn’t care.

“Hey, it takes two right?” You smiled playfully, Kylo finally smiled back practically taking your breath away.

Before you could press up onto your tiptoes and resume the kiss, you heard a commotion out in the hallway that caused both of you to turn your head. It was someone asking for Kylo and it was imperative, something about Snoke. Kylo dipped his head and looked at you again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have said this sooner. I felt such a weakness whenever I saw you, I didn’t know how to cure it, but now I know it can’t be, only satisfied” he admitted, “I’ve never thought of you as just a childhood friend, I’ve wanted to be more, every time I saw you.”

The crowd passed and he opened the door, both of you stepping out. You were still fixated on him, realising his hand was holding yours.

“In fact, I always thought you were my soulmate more than anything,” Kylo gave a half smile, confident in what he’d said, but scared to hear what you’d say.

He walked away, your fingertips parting gradually, before he fell into his long strides away from you and headed back to the main control room.

Suddenly and strongly you felt an ache in your chest, like nothing you’d ever felt before.

“Soulmate?” you whispered to yourself.

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 namjoon x reader x hoseok || 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 4.4k || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 smut

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 your two boyfriends decide to play good cop-bad cop with you as the criminal.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 oh god where do i begin… roleplay, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), anal (f receiving), multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, squirting, dp, object insertion, use of sex toy, bondage, soft dom namjoon, hard dom hoseok, deepthroating, degradation, dirty talk, overstimulation, spanking, eiffel tower (spitroasting? i do not know the difference between these two terms), unprotected sex

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“You’re in a lot of trouble, you know.”

“A lot of trouble,” Namjoon agrees, “right now, we’re your best chance here. If you confess now, we might be able to greatly lower your sentence.”

You bite your tongue, hard, and stare at your reflection in the wall-length mirror across from you.

Hoseok laughs bitterly. “No? We don’t want this to get ugly, princess, but if you don’t cooperate, it will.”

The younger man pulls up a chair from across from you, swiveling it around so that he straddles it backwards. You try not to quirk a grin at the image of one of your boyfriends trying to act cool. “Let us help you, Y/n,” he enthuses with an encouraging smile, “tell us why you did it.”

“Did what?” you spit out. “I don’t even know why I’m here.”

Hoseok stands up, pacing behind you, out of sight. You fight the urge to crane your neck around to face him. He bends; his voice low in your ear, hot breath on your neck. “We all know that’s not quite true. Don’t lie to me, Y/n. Unlike my colleague here, I’m not so-” you let out a strangled whimper when a hand snakes into your hair and tugs your head roughly to the side, exposing your neck, “forgiving.”

“Hoseok,” said colleague scolds, “don’t frighten the poor girl.” Namjoon sighs out slowly, like he’s disappointed in you. “But I’m afraid he brings up a valid point. We both know what you did that night. All we need is a confession, and we have all night to get it, the easy way or the hard way.”

You suck in a sharp breath through your nose when you feel teeth slowly dragging their way down the sensitive flesh of your neck, stopping at the rise of your collarbone. When Hoseok speaks, his lips are soft against your skin. “Something tells me she would prefer the hard way.”

You jerk your hands when he bites down harshly, but the tug at your wrists and clatter of metal on metal reminds you of the handcuffs that lock you to the interrogation table. For a scene room at your local BDSM club, the place was surprisingly convincing, down to the stark strip lights on the ceiling that would buzz every few seconds.

You whimper when the pressure of teeth turns into wet suction, a tongue laving and sucking at the skin to raise a hickey. “I didn’t do anything, I swear! You have to believe me!”

Hoseok hums and nuzzles into your neck, chucking under his breath. “Let’s see if you can keep your story straight when you’re cumming for us so hard that you can’t even think. I find a good orgasm does wonders for bringing out the truth.”

With one last press of his lips, the elder stands back up and walks back around the table, leaning on the table edge beside where Namjoon is sitting. Namjoon looks up at him and the two share a nod.

“Y/n.” Namjoon’s eyes are heavy on yours, but you can’t help but let your gaze wander down his figure. The two are clad in the same uniform, yet it strikes you differently for each of them. The white button-down and black pants highlight Hoseok’s lean build, the first few buttons undone to show golden skin. But for Namjoon, the way the fabric strains, yet his tie remains perfectly straight, screams power. And you feel deliciously powerless sitting across from the two of them.

“Y/n,” Namjoon repeats in a chastising tone, returning your attention to him, “I want to believe you. Really, I do. You’re a vulnerable young woman and I understand this experience must be stressful for you, but the jig is up. It’s time for you to be honest.”

He pushes his chair back noisily, slowly, like he has all the time in the world. When he stands and moves around the table to you, he adjusts his cuffs, though they were already perfect. You can see the way he juts his chin out lightly, trying to portray an in-control aura. While Namjoon puts in an effort to stay in that character of authority (normally his dominance in the bedroom was a lot more implicit), Hoseok has never seemed more in his element, eyes hot on you with molten lust, mouth pursed and lids low. You can see how his erection presses tightly against his pants, though he shows no indication of being bothered by it.

You can’t keep your eyes on him long, however, as a large hand gently grabs your chin and turns it to face Namjoon. He stares down at you, searching your figure. “It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” You frown at the change in conversation, but go completely still when his hand moves, both homing in to the top of your shirt, fingers fiddling with the button, popping it open. “I always tell the chief not to have the thermostat on so high, but he never listens. It’s hard to think straight when you must be so overheated.” Three buttons; four. You swallow hard when his knuckles brush against your breasts where they swell over the cups of your bra. “How about we cool you down a little bit? You might be able to remember more clearly then.”

When he reaches the last button, he gently parts the fabric, letting it fall off your shoulders until the sleeves catch on your elbows, unable to slip down further. There’s another metal chair in the corner, and Namjoon drags it over to sit down beside you, running his calloused palms over the bare skin of your upper arms and shoulders. “Is this better?” he asks in a murmur.

You nod tentatively.

Namjoon smiles. “Good. Now, let’s try this again. Where were you on the night of the 6th?”

You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. “I was at home with my boyfriends.”

“Plural?” Hoseok scoffs at you from across the metal table. “Figures. A slut like you wouldn’t be satisfied with just one.”

You shrug, a sly grin playing on your lips. “I have three holes. Seems a waste to only fill one of them.”

His nostrils flare and his eyes narrow into slits. “But our files say you only have two boyfriends. I guess we’ll just have to find something else to fill you with, huh?” He adjust his hips, drawing your attention to the nightstick that dangles from his belt. You swallow hard, and he grins toothily. That fucker.

Namjoon sighs, placing a palm on the flesh of your thigh. Earlier in the costume room, you had thought the skirt and blouse was too ‘schoolgirl’. Now, as your soaked panties cling to your pussy lips, you’re grateful for the ease of access it allows. Your legs tip open more minutely, inviting him in.

“We could make this easy for you, Y/n. We could make it feel good. But my partner here is getting impatient, and I’m worried I can only hold him back for so long. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Hoseok’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, watching Namjoon’s hand glide higher and higher with a gaze dripping in raw need. “I do.”

Your legs fall open further and you sigh out. “For the last time,” you make out through a moan as Namjoon’s fingers finally press against you, perfectly still, “I don’t know anything, and I didn’t do anything. What can I do to prove my innocence?”

“Y/n, Y/n,” Namjoon croons, “I feel like…” Your mouth drops open when he begins to rub against your clit through your panties, round and round, frustratingly slow. “I feel like we’re just going in circles.”

“I agree,” Hoseok pitches in. “Clearly she’s not willing to listen to reason or rationale. A girl like her can’t use her head because all she can think about is being fucked stupid. Bend her over the table, Namjoon. Ass up.”

Obediently, the younger grabs you under the armpits and tugs you out of your chair, pulling you forward until your hips hit the edge of the table and you fold over it, hands pressed between your breasts and the cool metal. “Hey! What the fuck?”

“Well, princess,” Hoseok growls, standing up to walk around the table, “you obviously won’t listen to Namjoon when he asks nicely, and I don’t ask nicely. I take what I want and if you don’t give it to me, I make you regret it.”

You continue to struggle as he lifts up your skirt to reveal your panties, internally reveling in the feeling of Namjoon pinning your back and head to the table. He’d been going to the gym more recently, and it had never paid off more than right now.

“Shh,” he soothed. “This will hurt less if you just relax and take it. Be a good girl for us.”

A rough grip latches onto your panties, pulling them up between your cheeks harshly so that the fabric grinds against your clit. You whine and rise up on your tiptoes, but Hoseok just pulls harder, wiggling it to watch you shudder at the sensation.

Once he’s had his fill, he pulls them down past your ass to leave it bare for him. “Either you confess,” he bargains, “or you won’t be able to sit for a week. What’s it gonna be?”

“This is fucking sick!” you spit. “What’s wrong with you, you can’t do this!”

The hold against your back falters. “Colour?” Namjoon questions unsurely.

Your heart warms, but you fight not to lose the heat of the moment. “Green, baby, I’m green.”

“Okay.” He presses down again, harder this time, and you keen when your face is trapped between the table and his hand, fingers almost cupping your entire head. You love when he makes you feel small, and you lose yourself in that satisfaction too much, only returning when Hoseok grows impatient and rains a sharp slap against your left ass cheek, making you jump violently under Namjoon’s hold.

“Are you going to confess, princess?” Hoseok’s hand smooths over the stinging sensation on your skin, and you sigh out at the relief, but shake your head firmly. “Well, then. You know what that means.”

One hit at a time, he brings his hand down on your ass, pausing briefly after each one to soothe your reddening skin and ask if you have anything to say. You feel yourself growing steadily slicker, thighs slipping together as you writhe on the table. “Please, Hoseok!”

Another smack, this one hitting lower down at the tops of your thighs. You whine. Hoseok kneads the sore flesh with a tut. “If you don’t confess, I have no choice.”

“We won’t be angry,” Namjoon adds. “If you tell us the truth now, we can take your statement to the chief and try to lower your sentence for complying with us.”

“I’ll give you one last chance,” Hoseok warns, “tell me now. Because if you don’t, I’m not giving you anymore chances. I’m not stopping until your ass is redder than a traffic light, and then we’ll see if you feel like sharing.”

You huff, but don’t say anything. After a moment, Hoseok tuts you again, the room falling completely silent. You go weak with anticipation, feeling the chill of the metal seep into your bones, wiggling your ass in the air slightly.

You jerk when the first kiss of skin bites you, but as promised, he doesn’t stop there, relentlessly spanking you over and over, back and forth.

You cry out and struggle under Namjoon’s grip, kicking out hopelessly with your legs, but Hoseok just growls and holds them down, continuing to light up your ass as you flinch under every smack.

It goes on for what feels like forever. You try to shuffle yourself up further onto the table or lower your ass away from the pain, but nothing helps. Between the two of them, there’s nothing you can do but lie there and take it, whining their names. When Hoseok does stop with a satisfied exhale, dragging a fingernail over your red ass, you’re sobbing, tears making your cheeks slip wetly against the table.

Namjoon lets out a hum of concern. “That was hard for me to watch, Y/n.” You know he’s lying, but you sniff and nod anyway. “I wish you would’ve taken the easy way so we could have avoided all this suffering. Look at you. You’re a mess.”

You squeeze your eyes tightly shut as he takes his hands off you, sliding them down your haphazardly-clothed body, until they’re cupping your sore cheeks, spreading them. You hear the chair squeak and hear his shoes squeak against the floor as he crouches behind you.

“Let’s get rid of these,” he murmurs, tugging your ruined panties down your legs, helping you step out of them shakily. “God, what’s this?” You hiss as a finger slips between your folds, barely any pressure. “Here I was, worried about you suffering, but you liked it, didn’t you? You’re dripping.”

Hoseok scoffs sharply. “Of course she did. Sluts like her need someone to be strict with them. They need someone to take control. I don’t think our princess has any intentions of confessing at all, Namjoon. If I’m being honest, I think she just wants us to ruin her.”

Namjoon makes a noise of consideration. You can feel his breath waft over your core as he speaks. “Is that so, partner? Well, if Y/n isn’t going to talk, then we might as well use that mouth for something worthwhile.”

Hoseok laughs darkly. “For once, I agree with you completely. What do you think, princess? Need a cock down your throat?”

You crack open your eyes, blinking blearily at him and nodding. You’re still bent over the table, and instead of sitting you up, Hoseok leans forward and grabs a handful of your hair, tugging it to the side, pulling you over so that you’re laid out across the corner of the table, chin hanging over the edge. You wince at the sharp pull on your scalp but your mouth soon begins to water as your boyfriend stands in front of you, pressing his cloth-covered erection against your nose.

You look up at him with wide eyes, and his grin is pure wicked desire. Slowly, teasingly, you begin to rock your face against the front of his pants, unable to pull your hands out from under you, the cuffs digging into the delicate bones of your wrists. He swears lowly at the sight and feeling of you rubbing yourself against him.

Growing restless of your teasing in mere seconds (Namjoon was always the patient one), Hoseok pulls back and let’s go of your hair to undo his pants, pushing them and his underwear down below his ass. His cock springs up one it breaches the waistband, and you’re so close that it smacks your face on the way, smearing precum across your cheek.

He licks his lips and laughs at your affronted glare. “Open up, princess.” You do as he says, stretching your jaw and sticking your tongue out, and he places himself on your tongue, tapping it playfully a few times before grasping the back of your head again and pressing himself deep into the back of your throat.

You consider yourself a seasoned expert at deepthroating, but the awkward angle has you feeling off-guard, and you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on breathing through your nose.

All you can hear is his quiet pants and breathy curses as he uses your mouth, in no hurry to face fuck you quickly, more concerned about plunging himself to the hilt and feeling you gag around him each time. He’s enjoying using you and wants to savour it. Or, you consider, there’s something else coming and he knows not to demand too much.

This thought strikes you only a second before something foreign is pressing shallowly into your entrance, pushing at those muscles. You jerk and jump away as best you can, but that only results in you impaling yourself deeper on Hoseok’s cock, and you splutter around him, losing your breath.

He takes mercy on you and drags you off him by pulling back on your hair again. You think you might need a wig after this with how rough he’s being. You swear you’ve felt him rip actually strands out.

You puff and catch your breath back again, blinking up at him with spit around your mouth and chin and tears in your eyes, and through the character of a dominating police officer, you see the shine of pride in his eyes, and it warms you up inside. You’re doing well, baby, it seems to say.

Namjoon’s hands are running lightly up and down your thighs, simultaneously relaxing you and winding you up more. “We both saw the way you were eyeing up that nightstick, Y/n. I thought you wanted us to fill you up? Three holes, remember?”

Your eyes go wide as you listen to him, but continue to look up at your boyfriend, though your neck muscles ache. With one hand on your hair and the other under your chin, Hoseok forces you to keep locked into his gaze as the unforgiving object is slowly plunged into you, forcing your pussy walls, as slick as they are, to accommodate the intrusion.

Your mouth falls open and your toes curl. “F-fuck,” you babble, “oh god.”

“That’s right,” Hoseok affirms, “unlike you, we give what we’re asked for. And your body is begging for us to stuff you to the brim.”

You shiver, and he cracks a grin at the look in your eyes.

Namjoon thrusts up into you with the nightstick a few times lazily, before pulling out. You whine at the loss, but once he begins circling your back entrance, you stop breathing, clenching automatically in anticipation.

“Uh-uh,” Namjoon tuts, “you need to relax for me. Don’t worry, this is smaller than either of us. Now let me in.”

You do your best to relax your muscles, and groan gutturally at the feeling of the tip of it breaching the tight ring of muscles. Once it’s in, the rest of the stick is the same thickness, and you tremble as Namjoon easily sinks it deep inside you, until you feel the handle pressing against the reddened flesh of your ass. You clench around it experimentally, and groan again.

“Good?” Namjoon questions, and you nod quickly, rocking your hips slightly to feel it move inside you. “My turn now. Spread those legs wider.”

You try to do as he says, but your brain is too slow, and in the end he kicks at your ankles, baring yourself to him even more, your stomach lowering to press flat against the table. You bite your lip when you feel his cockhead lining up between your folds, and you crane your neck forward, opening your mouth and glancing up at Hoseok.

He pats your cheek, the one covered in his slowly-drying precum, and places his cock on your tongue, letting you suckle on the tip as Namjoon grips your hips.

You swipe your tongue over Hoseok’s slit, collecting the colourless drops that have gathered there, and hum around him, trying to open your walls up to Namjoon, even as your body tries to reject it.

While Hoseok is the longer, Namjoon is much thicker than anyone you’ve been with, and while it’s never been a problem (a huge plus, in fact), you find the stretch as he tries to fit himself in alongside the makeshift dildo buried in your ass is just too much. He senses your discomfort, the way your cheeks clench and your back tenses, and slips out the little way he was able to plunge inside.

“We need to swap,” Namjoon instructs his elder.

You whimper as Hoseok pulls his cock away from you, wiping away the wetness in the corners of your eyes. “Is our princess too small to take you both back there?”

“She is,” Namjoon affirms. “Besides, I want a taste of that pretty little mouth of hers. I’d rather have her choking on me than spitting out more lies.”

They exchange places quickly, and soon enough Namjoon is cupping the back of your head with both hands, fucking your throat the way he likes most. The noises that come out of your mouth are obscene, but they only double in volume and desperation when Hoseok latches onto the nightstick and begins fucking your ass with it, holding your hips up higher so that he can begin to sink inside you as he works the stick, stimulating nerves that almost never received any attention.

You feel drool sliding down your neck, unable to swallow properly around Namjoon, who fills your mouth and throat with every thrust, and your feet lift off the floor as Hoseok holds you up, bouncing you on his cock so every time he fucks up into you he’s stuffing you to the hilt.

Your toes curl and your andfingers clutch at the chains of your handcuffs as you gargle and splutter around the hardness in your throat, feeling the wave of an orgasm crest, almost too much to feel good. There’s so much sensation, so much pleasure, that when it’s all out together, it overwhelms you completely, and the second Hoseok’s finger grazes against your clit when he goes to get a better hold on your hips, you’re vaulted into a shuddering orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut with the intensity of it.

Namjoon quickly removes himself from your throat when you come, so you use your free mouth to cry out hopelessly, screaming as Hoseok continues to fuck you. It’s too much, and you try to curl up on yourself, thrashing under him to try and escape the blistering sensations, but he refuses to stop, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips, growling out your name as he meets his own end, shuddering one last time and coming inside you. He slaps your ass weakly but you clench anyway, and that milks the last of his cum from him. With an exhausted sigh, he pulls out, and before his seed can even begin to drip out, Namjoon is behind you and plunging himself inside.

Relaxed from your orgasm and stretched out from Hoseok, your walls do accommodate him this time, but the way he fills you completely makes your legs go ramrod straight, muscles trembling. “Namjoon, fuck!”

“That’s it,” he soothes, “just some more me, Y/n. You’re gonna feel real good, I promise.”

You sob, going limp as he fucks you, every thrust ripping another inhuman sound from your raw throat.

Worryingly quickly, your high rises again, and you barely get enough time to scream out a warning before you’re plunged into another orgasm, wailing at the feeling of clenching around two different intrusions inside of you.

Namjoon swears, and his cum paints your insides, mixing with Hoseok’s. Faintly, through a sub-space haze, you hear Hoseok command, “get her up.”

“It’s too much,” Namjoon’s voice murmurs, but the nightstick is being pulled from you, and you let out a broken whimper when it slips out, leaving you empty, and strong hands are flipping you onto your back, resting you on the table with your ass on the edge.

“She’ll take it,” Hoseok replies, and you find out what he means when his fingers dip easily inside you, three at once, and his mouth lowers to tongue at your clit.

Your legs jerk, thighs clamping around his head and hips waving uselessly in the need to escape, but another pair of hands reluctantly holds you down by the shoulders, a face nuzzling into your hair and pressing kisses against your sweaty temple.

Your hands are pulled off to one side, still attached to the table, but you can’t help but rattle them, thrashing under Hoseok’s ministrations.

You’ve come too hard and too close together, and his focussed clit and g-spot stimulation is too much for your tortured nerves.

Tears slip steadily into your hairline by your temples, but Namjoon just kisses them away.

“My good girl,” he soothes, “just give us one more. You’re doing so well.”

“I ca-han’t,” you sob hopelessly, “Hobiii!”

“One more,” Namjoon reminds, “or confess now.”

Hoseok’s mouth is unforgiving; sucking and flicking and nibbling no matter how much you’re convulsing under him. You hear him chuckle between your legs as he speeds up his hands, and your mouth goes slack when you realise that the unmistakable flame of an orgasm building inside you is growing.

“I don’t even-” you break off into a moan as Namjoon tugs down the cups of your bra and tugs at the closest nipple with his teeth, sending volts straight to your core. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, princess,” Hoseok growls, and swaps to use his fingers to rub back and forth over your clit as fast as he can.

You feel something break inside you, a kind of release, and your vision goes spotty with your final orgasm. It’s not as traditionally powerful, but you feel wetness pelting your thighs, and manage to squint downwards, where clear liquid drips of Hoseok’s fingers.

Namjoon laps soothingly at your sensitive nipple, and you whimper, finally able to close your legs tightly once Hoseok removes his fingers from you.

They both caress you softly as tremors wrack your body in waves, and once you slowly come back down to earth, you feel your eyes slip shut, the voices of your boyfriends filling your ears.

“Is she out?”

“I think so. Fuck, Hobi, I thought you were gonna fucking kill her with that last one.”

A fond pat on your thigh. “She loved it. Or did you miss the point where she squirted all over me?”

Namjoon pauses for a moment. “It was a team effort,” he insists begrudgingly.

Hoseok laughs tiredly. “Sure thing, good cop. Why don’t you play your role some more and get our princess a drink of water?”

Namjoon huffs a little but leaves, and you crack your eyes open sleepily when Hoseok wiggles your ankle playfully. “Are you ready to confess now, or should I force another orgasm out of you?”

You know he’s joking, but you can’t help but shiver. “Fuck that,” you groan out with an aching throat. “I’ll confess. It was Mr Mustard in the study with a candlestick.”

Hoseok lets out a loud laugh. “You little brat.”

“Love you too. But next time, I’m bad cop.”

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comfy-whumpee · 3 years

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Nano: Revenge

He ate like he thought it would be his last meal, every time. No matter if Rain brought him one meal a day or three, over the next week, he ate like his life depended on it. He pulled back when he was finished, curling into a ball or lying down on his side, half-folded. It was strange, and sad, but far unlike what they had expected. Where was the rushing charge? The violent escape? The victorious comeuppance?

Rain stood by the hatch, watching. Lauritz never quite put all of his attention on the food, always glancing up at them and down again. Something about how they acted, or maybe just his experience so far with two people who hated him, made him constantly wary for the food to be taken away again. Perhaps he wasn’t convinced that they wouldn’t just let him die if he annoyed them too much, or if they got too angry, or if they simply felt like it... Given what they’d done to his nose, they supposed that was fair. Smart of him, even, not to trust them easily.

But they didn’t take the food away. Lauritz got his full meal or three each day, and he showed the signs of someone who had needed it. His colouring improved, less of a pasty paleness to his cheeks. His movements got more steady and less exhausted, and the shadows under his eyes faded a little each day. They had no idea what had been going on before he came here – even he didn’t, of course – but it was both satisfying and dissatisfying to see him recovering at their hand.

Why, why were they the ones who had to do this? Couldn’t he have gone somewhere else, to one of his criminal friends?

There had to be a reason he was here. They couldn’t trust him until they had found out what it was.

Kala had tried interrogating him, and he had the bruises to show for it, but he hadn’t given her anything but desperate pleading. Rain had questioned him too, more sedately, with long, slow pressure increasing like the crank of a medieval rack. Again, he’d had nothing. Apologies in droves, but no useful words came out of him. Nothing but a brief murmur about an orange lunch box, which was unlikely to be anything.

He was frustrating. Rain felt it like a sting.

Kala felt it like an open flame climbing up her spine.

Her face burned. Her arms were liquid pain. The rope around her wrists, tying her to the pillar, chafed the skin until it was raw. Kala hated this, hated every second of it, with a ferocity that only made her helplessness bite worse.

The bastard was in with Rain right now, in the other room, the one where he had the chain looped around the ceiling. They were alone with him. Kala couldn’t do a thing to help.

She would kill him one day, she swore to herself. She would kill him. There was nothing he could do to stop her. She’d get out, get fit, get strong, and learn to fight. She’d track him down, or ask Rain to do it, they were smart like that, and then she’d put a knife through him. Or smash a baseball bat against his skull. Or choke him to death.

The imaginings of what she could one day do for revenge were her anchors, her burning candlelight in a cold and dark-lit room. She would kill him. It sustained her, while he had all the control.

He was scared of her. Good. He should be.

Kala closed the hatch, even knowing that Rain was out on the beach. They might come back early. They probably wouldn’t like her doing this, or at the very least would want to know why. She didn’t feel like explaining.

She had a knife. She'd bought one a while ago, ostensibly a hunting knife. It would have been a hunt. She would have used it on him, gutted him, if she’d had the chance.

Now he was here and she had the knife, and she wasn’t going to kill him because Rain would never forgive her, but she was at least going to make him understand. Years ago he had made her feel like a piece of shit. Like a worthless stain on the world, scum at the surface of the ocean. He’d almost destroyed her, and he didn’t get to pretend that it never happened.

He watched her walk towards him, staying on the ground, arms against his chest. He always sat like that, as though he were trying to protect himself from her, but she didn’t care for his tricks. He couldn’t guilt trip her like that, no. She was going to make him understand. Make him hurt, how he had hurt her, and then maybe...

Maybe she’d feel better.

Kala was wearing a long-sleeved black top with a lace neckline, and black loose trousers. Her lipstick was black as well today, as was the smoke and shadow around her eyes. She felt raw, black and bitter, despair tainted with rage. When she crouched opposite him, he watched with wide eyes, and she pulled up her sleeve and showed him.

He paled. Up and down her arm were short slashes, an erratic pattern that overlapped and repeated enough that she looked like the leaves from a motherfucking pine tree. Like the forest floor in autumn, when all the needles were shed and grown again for winter. Like a fucking carpet.

There was no skin unscarred from wrist to elbow. He’d gone over it again and again, and she’d been lucky he’d picked her left arm and not her right.

“You deserve that and more,” she told him, voice hard. “I’d slit your fucking throat if I could.”

She didn’t pause for him to reply, not wanting him to offer a stupid apology or a protest that he didn’t understand. He was still Lauritz fucking Nielson, no matter what he said. He still deserved this. She would still give it to him.

She pulled him forwards by the shoulder and bent him over his knees, revealing the arms still bound behind him, just as hers had been. The cable was chafing. Good.

With the knife, barely knowing what she was dong, she cut into his forearm, a short horizontal line. Then, she added a vertical line.

Blood welled up surprisingly fast, blurring the marks she had made. She moved further up, away from the wrist which would soon be slick and stinging with blood. She made another slash, diagonal, and a line crossing it, and a line at its end, and another stretching up, and one up, and one up, changing direction each time like she was crossing out invisible words on his skin.

Fucker. Sadist. Criminal. Bastard. Asshole. Monster. Piece of shit.

He deserved this and more.

Lauritz didn’t make a sound as it happened except to quicken his breathing, harsher and faster in his nose. He didn’t pull back, just lowered his head. No fight in him. Pathetic. Even Rain had fought, when it had been their turn, struggled and begged and affirmed that they didn’t deserve it. They had both fought. Lauritz didn’t even do that.

When she ran out of space, and the arm was covered in short slices, she had to stop. She pulled back, letting him go, and he sniffled. He was crying. Jesus fucking Christ, he was crying. That was just pathetic.

“What?” she asked, tone sharp. “What? What are you crying about? You deserve that, you know.”

He nodded slowly. “Just... hurts,” he croaked, in that weird barely-there voice he had sometimes, like he hadn’t spoken in months.

“Well now you fucking know how I feel,” Kala said, and groaned. “They’re only surface scratches, you’ll be fine.”

He didn’t reply, staring at the floor. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

Her stomach turned. “Don’t fucking say that. You deserve it, just take it.”

“...Okay.”

God, he was the worst. He took the satisfaction even out of this. Kala got up, sighing, and left him to it. He would have to figure out how to stop the bleeding himself.

When Rain came home, they could tell something had happened. Kala was grumpy and quiet, and the ladder was down but the hatch was closed. Something had happened with Lauritz.

Making a cup of tea to warm themself up from the sea breeze, they noticed her knife on the beech counter beside the sink.

That answered that question.

“You should go bandage him,” they said, passing Kala in the hall. “I don’t fancy renting a boat to ditch his body in the ocean.”

Kala half-turned, frowning, mouth opening to object, but Rain was already heading up the stairs, tea balanced without spilling a drop. Her mouth closed again and she made a grumbling noise. Rain smiled privately as they entered their bedroom and put the tea down on their desk. After a moment’s pause, they reached into their pocket and withdrew the latest piece of sea glass they had picked up, a pale blue like the summer sky. With a clink, they placed it into the bowl that held their collection. They would clean it later.

Kala went up the ladder a few minutes later. Rain had left their door open, and Kala left the hatch open, so they could hear her moving around. Lauritz didn’t speak while she was there, it seemed, except to occasionally apologise as she cleaned him up. There must be a lot of blood for her to do that much scrubbing.

Then the sound of bandages being snipped. “This’ll hurt like a motherfucker,” Kala muttered. “You’ll forget it’s more than one. Serves you fucking right.”

Ah. Rain’s stomach flipped. Suddenly, they knew exactly what Kala had done to him.

She still couldn’t feel much on that skin. She complained of it itching on dry days, sore when she stretched or showered. But it had scarred so much because it had gone untreated, gotten infected in that dingy abandoned house. With Lauritz bandaged, he wouldn’t suffer so greatly.

Rain looked down at the white and blue sea glass in their china bowl. Somehow, it felt wrong for Lauritz to be harmed less than Kala by the same thing. He had caused all of Kala’s pain. Now, he was only experiencing a small portion of it himself.

But what was the alternative? Doing exactly what he’d done?

Would they be just as bad as him?

No, it was different. They weren’t holding him captive.

But they were. He was tied up in the attic.

But they weren’t torturing him.

But they were. Kala had.

They weren’t sadists...

Were they?

Hadn’t Rain pushed at his broken bone just for the feeling of power over someone who had hurt them before?

What, exactly, was different about how they were treating him?

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