#hes currently on my lap rolling in circles btw
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✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨
© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.
pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader
genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au
warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)
word count – 6.043 words
summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.
note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.
taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername
another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.
“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.
you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.
and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.
“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”
you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.
“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.
giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.
“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.
“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.
the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.
“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.
“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.
you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.
“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”
“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.
“you wish, asshole.”
“actually, i do.”
donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.
you did not get along and everyone knew it.
although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.
it wasn’t though.
or was it?
“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.
you had a bad feeling about this all.
“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.
the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.
and by said person you meant donghyuck.
donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.
he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.
mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.
and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.
“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.
“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.
the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.
until someone called your name.
“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.
he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.
you weren’t one to back down.
still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.
what could he possibly have in mind?
“dare.”
seems like your gut feeling was right after all.
“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.
fuck.
just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.
but for him it wasn’t just that.
you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.
and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.
he did.
it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.
childish? yeah. he cared? not really.
“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.
the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.
“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.
“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”
“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”
mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.
“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.
“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.
everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.
yay, more stupid memories to regret later.
on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.
he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.
as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.
breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.
as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.
i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.
i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.
you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.
heard you not the type that you take home to mom.
is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?
i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.
and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.
so good it was almost making him drool.
you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.
when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.
do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?
you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.
“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.
can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?
can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?
your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.
donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.
i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.
but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.
and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.
he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.
that was it.
“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.
pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.
took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.
“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.
this couldn’t be happening.
“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.
“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.
seems like he was the one to beg, after all.
you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.
and donghyuck could certainly tell.
don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.
take it for a real one.
you gon’ get it all.
“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.
you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.
“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.
“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.
“good boy.”
you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.
your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.
he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.
donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.
“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.
“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.
probably the latter.
girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?
can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.
“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.
donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.
you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?
say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?
you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?
you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.
donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.
everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.
“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.
or nah.
as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.
the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.
he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.
in a room full of people.
in front of his friends, yours and you.
his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.
“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.
“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.
and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.
“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.
once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.
“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.
“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”
trying to test him, you decided to answer.
“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.
“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”
donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.
donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.
but he didn’t.
he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.
“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”
the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.
“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”
with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.
when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.
“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.
he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.
“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.
“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.
“for you donghyuck, all for you.”
“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.
“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.
although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.
“please, donghyuck.”
“what do you want?”
donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.
“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.
“condom?”
“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”
donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.
“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.
whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.
“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.
your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.
“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”
“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.
your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.
“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”
specially mark.
but he wasn’t going to tell you that.
“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.
“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.
“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.
“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”
“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?
shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.
“let go, baby.”
and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.
as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.
“suck.”
and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.
“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”
and the teasing comes back.
“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.
“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”
“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.
“did you just mention mark?”
“…no?”
“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.
“i am jealous of mark.”
“what? why?”
“oh my god, you’re so dense.”
“shut up, i’m not.”
“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”
everything was so weird.
you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.
but he looked cute with pouty lips.
“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”
“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.
“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.
donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.
maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.
“so, would you be my-,”
suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.
“are you done already? i need to pee.”
you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.
“we’re not done yet, princess.”
–lia:)
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hewwo peachy !!💞 Hope you are doing well hehe :)) and Christmas is coming up, idk bout u but I’m honestly excited !!😄anyways can I please request prompts #2, #3, #6, #8, #11, #13, #17, #20, #22, and #25 all for killua (he’s aged up btw) for ur Christmas special ??👉🏻👈🏻and it’s okay please take your time on this, I don’t wanna rush you I understand !!😅Also heres a fun fact: I actually write almost all your fan fics you’ve done of killua in my journal so I could keep em as a momento because I like them a lot🥰I enjoy writing as well too tehe :D
My goodness, you’re so sweet! This took super long, so my apologies, but this is the most I’ve ever written for a request! I hope you like it! ~🍑💞
Pairing: Killua x gn! reader
Tags: @crispycrimebrulee @kenmakozumeswifey @juiceboxesheadcanons @mxuzu @gloom-imagines @to-move-on-means-to-grow @dukinaxael @chxcolxtemilk @teel-dinosaur
Prompt(s): #2, “It’s freezing, come cuddle me.”, #3, “I’m wrapping your presents, get out.”, #6, “I’m no genius, but I think we’re supposed to kiss if there’s a mistletoe above us.”, #8, “‘Tis the season, bitch! Gimme kiss!”, #11, “Baby, I love you, but please get down from that ladder. I’ll hang the lights myself.”, #13, “You look so cute curled up in a blanket like that.” #17, “These lights are almost as beautiful as you.”, #20, “Yes I got us matching Christmas sweaters, and yes, we’re wearing them to the party.”, #22, “I got you something you’ll love. Open it.”, and #25, “My favorite gift is you. It’s not cheesy! Shut up!”
cw: none!
You never considered how cold winter could get when you were by yourself. However, now that you were living with your white-haired boyfriend, the cold was more apparent then ever. Usually, you were able to go cuddle him if you got too cold, but he had holed himelf up in your shared bedroom, refusing to come out for a while. You were currently buried in blankets, desperately trying to stay warm as you waited for him.
Getting tired of his absence, you stood up and made your way to the bedroom. You threw the door open without a word, walking over to him as he tried to hide your presents. “Idiot! I’m wrapping your presents, get out!” He shouted at you, before blinking as you simply plopped yourself onto his lap without a word. “It’s freezing. Cuddle me.” You said, leaning against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “What a big baby.” He said, laughing as you frowned at him. “I was just tired of waiting.” You muttered, closing your eyes.
He shoved the wrapping paper aside with one hand, gently rubbing circles into your back. “You look so cute curled up in a blanket like that.” He said softly, laying his head against your own. Snickering, you poked his side. “Shut up, you simp.”
He twitched angrily. “That’s it, get off.”
“No!”
『••✎••』
You threw the door to the house open, startling your boyfriend as you strolled in with his younger sister. Grinning, you tossed your bags onto the couch and leaned over to him. “‘Tis the season, bitch! Now gimme kiss!” You shouted, watching him playfully roll his eyes as he did what you asked. Alluka set her bags on the table, smiling at you two before clearing her throat.
“Y/N-Chan and I bought a bunch of decorations!” She said excitedly, pulling out sets upon sets of lights to decorate the outside of the house. “Onii-Chan, you’ll help us decorate yeah?” She asked, looking over at him with her big blue eyes. He cringed before sighing. “Of course I will.” He said, smiling as she clapped her hands.
You held a finger up, digging around in one of the bags before pulling out two sweaters. They were atrocious, with sparkles and puff-balls all over the front. He cringed, looking at you for an explanation. You grinned. “Yes, I got us matching Christmas sweaters, and yes, we are wearing them to the party.” You said, referencing Gon’s ugly sweater party that was in a few days. He sighed, getting up and taking one from you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” He said, flicking your head before setting the sweater on the coffee table and going to help Alluka.
You walked over to the two, unrolling the lights from the huge plastic holder and untangling them along the way. Alluka smiled, opening the door and pulling the pile outside the house. You grabbed a ladder from the storage closet, pulling it outside and standing on it, shouting for Alluka to start handing you clips. The two of you worked as a team while Killua cleaned up the house inside, going around the house and clipping up the lights.
Killua walked out after finishing up, staring at you for a second before immediately grabbing the ladder with a hand. “Baby, I love you, but please get down from the ladder. I’ll hang the lights myself.” He said, causing you to pout as Alluka flared at him. “Are you calling Y/N-Chan clumsy?” She asked, causing you to cross your arms and nod along. “Yeah, are you calling me clumsy?” You agreed, causing him to roll his eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m calling you. Now get down.” He said, causing you to grumble and climb off the ladder. He laughed, kissing your head as he climbed up it and started to clip on lights in your place.
Once the two sibling finished up, you rushed over to the outside plug. You and Alluka counted down excitedly before plugging the lights in, stepping over to where Killua was and hugging the two siblings. He held your waist once you let go of Alluka, turning pink. “These lights are almost as beautiful as you.” He said softly, causing you to blush.
“Ewww, that was so cheesy, Onii-Chan!” Alluka shouted, causing you to burst out laughing. Killua turned red, spluttering excuses. “Who asked you?!” He shouted, causing Alluka to giggle.
“She’s kinda right-“
“Shut up!”
『••✎••』
The Freecss household was lovely as you made your way through the hallways, desperately attempting to find your boyfriend. He had disappeared with his long-time friend after greeting him at the door, leaving you to hang out with Alluka and Kurapika.
Frowning, you let out a noise of surprise as you bumped into someone in the hallway. You apologized, quickly attempting to move to the side before getting grabbed by the shoulders. You looked up, coming eye-to-eye with your blue-eyed boyfriend. You grinned, grabbing his wrists. “I was looking for you everywhere!” You exclaimed, pausing as you saw him point up. Following his finger, you stared at the leaves with red berries that hung in the hallway.
“Now, I’m no genius, but I think we’re supposed to kiss if there’s a mistletoe above us.” He said, causing you to snort at his sarcasm. Rolling your eyes, you leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. You heard whistling, causing you to turn and meet eyes with a certain doctor. You snickered, rolling your eyes as you greeted him and rushed off with Killua.
Later on, Gon called everyone into the living room for presents. Alluka was by far spoiled, with mounds of presents from the main four and you. Kurapika had received many practical things, including a sewing kit for his Kurta uniform. Leorio had gotten medical books, which made him excited as he didn’t want to spend the money on them himself. Gon had gotten a new fishing rod, courtesy of you and Killua. Your present for Killua had been new grip tape for his skateboard and some chocobots, which made him infinitely happy. Finally, it was your turn to open gifts. You had gotten a drawing of Killua, you, and Alluka from the younger sister, a book from Kurapika, a pretty crystal necklace from Gon (which he made himself), and some new clothes from Leorio. Your boyfriend was last, and he cockily handed you his rather large present.
“I got you something you’ll love. Open it.” He said, causing you to grin as you tore the wrapping paper open. Opening the box, you were met with a new skateboard, grip tape already on and your favorite color at the bottom of it. You grinned at him, knowing exactly what he was about to say.
“You had mentioned wanting to learn, and I didn’t want to lend you mine all the time, so I got you that. I can teach you.” He explained, causing you to hug him. “Awww, Killua you’re so sweet!” You exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh at his flushed face. Winking, you poked his cheek. “At the end of the day, my favorite gift is you.” You said.
His face fell, a blank expression gracing his features. “That was so lame and cheesy.”
You gasped, offended. “It is NOT cheesy! Shut up!”
Everyone laughed, amused by the two of you’s antics. And for once, everything was right.
Everything was okay.
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I can’t get enough of kanthony fics at the moment so I was v excited to see that you’re taking prompts 🤩 I know it’s been done loads, but I just adore protective!anthony fics after the carriage incident and would love to read your interpretation of it 🥺 loved your last kanthony drabble btw 💓
ahh thank you anon! 🥺i’m glad you’ve been enjoying!
i hope you enjoy this very soft, domestic take on protective!anthony hehe
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Kate felt Anthony before she saw him.
She hadn’t yet opened her eyes, her body still clinging stubbornly to the very last bits of sleep that were left, when she felt the warm press of his lips against her forehead.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
She could smell the fresh biscuits and preserves that Anthony had brought into the room on a silver tray, much like he had done everyday for the past week or so since the accident.
There were few things Kate enjoyed about being confined to her bed as her ankle slowly healed, but one thing was true: her husband was a very, very good nurse.
Kate hummed indulgently, pulling the covers close to her as she watched him set up a tray with her breakfast, strikingly handsome in the morning light. “Good morning.”
He was only half-dressed himself in a shirt and waistcoat, his neck bare and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. She loved seeing him like this, at ease and relaxed. As though the two of them were the only people in the world.
In this tiny world they'd created in their bedroom as she healed, it almost felt like they were.
They had both needed to adjust, in the first few days after the accident. The pain had been most severe then, and Anthony had been beside himself with worry, slipping spoonfuls of laudanum into her mouth every few hours and verifying with any professional that would lend an ear that her ankle was the only issue. Anthony had made it very clear that he was to be Kate’s caretaker, and as such it was up to him to see to her daily needs.
Soon enough, the pain had settled into something slightly more manageable, and thus their new routine had formed.
“Tea?”
“Please,” she said, sitting up and dabbing at her face with the washcloth on the table closest to her. Anthony had set up a makeshift desk near her side of the bed, and that was where the tray was currently located.
Kate smiled as she watched Anthony wordlessly pour her a cup, setting it on a tiny dish with biscuits, just the way she liked it.
Oh, he believed himself the rogue, absolutely. And there was surely a time when Kate would have enthusiastically agreed. But the more she came to understand him — the more they came to understand each other — the clearer it became to Kate that while it might have been the persona he’d chosen to show the world, the person within was wholly kind and generous. One that only a lucky few were able to truly see.
“Here we are,” he said, taking the tray and placing it on her lap. “What would you like first?”
Kate bit her lip, smiling up at him. "You know, if I recall correctly, it was only my ankle that was injured," she said, waving her hands in a show of their dexterity. "I can feed myself."
Anthony tsked. "Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. It is of the utmost importance that you rest as much as possible."
When he raised a biscuit to her mouth she took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “Now, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you just enjoy the idea of feeding me.”
“I’ll happily admit it, so long as you don’t tell my secrets.” He winked at her with a charm and suavity that she was sure had made many a young lady weak in the knees in the past — only now, they were reserved just for her.
“My lips are sealed,” she smiled, leaning over to kiss him.
After breakfast had been cleared away and Kate had changed into a new shift, the two of them took their places: Kate lying on the bed, her foot raised while she tried to read or embroider or answer correspondence; Anthony at his makeshift desk, his concentration torn between any important documents he’d brought from his study and Kate’s comfort.
It was almost amusing: if she so much as sighed too despondently, he was up in an instant, asking if there was anything she needed, if the pain was alright, what he might do to make her feel better.
Most of the time, everything was fine — but Kate would have been lying if she claimed not to use this condition to her advantage.
For example, if she dropped pillows so that he might get up and replace them, guaranteeing that he might kiss her upon their replacement, well… she couldn’t very well be blamed for that.
And if she groaned about pain even when there was none so that he would adorably furrow his brow in worry and concentration, massaging her leg briefly to assuage her discomfort, it was merely her right as a patient, she believed.
Anthony was spending all of his time there, after all. He needed to feel useful. Really, she was doing him a favor.
At least, that was what she told herself.
“Anthony,” she mumbled, capturing his hand. “Would you…”
He stood up before she could get the words out, his hands ruffling the pillows behind her and mindlessly resting on her shoulders. “Yes? What do you need?”
She placed her book down in her lap, pouting in an act of meek helplessness. “I’ve grown tired of reading alone. Would you mind reading to me instead?”
He took the book from her and studied the title. “And this is a medical necessity?”
Kate smiled sweetly. “Indeed.”
She knew he wasn’t entirely fooled — never was, if she were being honest — and he seemed to know that she knew, but that didn’t stop him from taking a seat by her side anyways and opening the book to where she had last opened it.
“The night was dark and stormy as Mrs. Eversham’s carriage rattled away from the bustling streets of London…”
As he read, Kate had to admit that she wasn’t really paying attention to the contents of the novel.
How could she, when there was so much else to focus on — Anthony’s concentrated stare as he read, the way his lips moved to form the words on the page, the movement of his bare neck whenever he swallowed or spoke. That was much more entertaining than whatever was happening in the book.
When he was finished he snapped the book shut, bringing Kate back to reality and drawing her gaze away from his forearms — they were lethal, really, it wasn’t at all fair — before turning towards her.
“How was that? Did I do well?” He asked, looking a little bit like Newton when he was looking for a treat.
“You did wonderfully,” she beamed, pulling him closer to her. “So wonderfully, in fact, that I think you deserve a reward.”
“Oh?”
“Not just for the reading, I suppose,” she bit her lip, shifting and dragging him down so that he was sitting on the bed next to her. “But for everything, really… taking care of me, staying by my side everyday. You do know you don’t have to do all of that, don’t you? We have a lot of help.”
“As if I would ever let anyone else try,” he said. His hand moved to cradle her chin. “You might be surprised to hear this, Kate, but I do this — work beside you, read to you, feed you, entertain your fancies and tricks — because I enjoy spending time with you, even if we aren’t doing anything special. Just existing with you is enough.”
His fingers were running soft circles around her waist, the thin fabric of her shift doing little to mitigate the intoxicating feeling. “And taking care of you is my first priority, of course.”
Kate felt her chest grow warm. The accident had been a most unfortunate event, but ever since it had happened — ever since Anthony had told her he loved her — it was like they had gotten married all over again. Now that they could both bask freely in this new, beautiful thing that perfumed the air and sweetened pastries, making the grass a little greener and the sky a bit bluer.
“What would I do without you?” Kate whispered, more to herself than to him.
“Continue to be a plague on society, most likely,” he grinned, leaning over so that he was lying next to her on the bed and snaking an arm around her waist, very careful not to hurt her ankle. “It’s a good thing I'm here to keep you in line. Master of the house, and all that.”
“You wish,” she scoffed, pushing him away from her gently, only for him to cling to her tighter. “I will continue to be a plague upon society, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.”
“I know,” he said, planting a kiss on her brow. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Kate leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes. Perhaps they might take a nap; they were certainly at their leisure to do so.
“Now, about that reward…”
She grinned. “The reward is— well, I was going to let you choose. Is there anything you’d like in particular?”
“I can think of a few things,” he murmured, kissing his way down her neck. “How much time do we have?”
Kate giggled when he reached a particularly ticklish spot. “All the time in the world, I suppose.”
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Exchange - Miya Atsumu & Osamu SMAU
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With his ripped shirt in his hand he slowly walks back to his home.
With every step he takes he feels his heart breaking a bit more. He stops. If he continues to just walk away now, he’s giving up on the chance of getting you back. He will lose his chance to explain everything to you. Taking a few steps back in the direction of Osamu Apartment, the words of his brother come back to his mind “I wont let you play with her heart as you do with all the others.”. Atsumu stops again and sighs, his brother is right. He will end up breaking your heart. Before he can make his move he has to finally accept the fact that he got feelings and that it’s okay to show that he cares about someone and that it is okay to open up more to those who care about him.
His fingers clenches around the fabric in his hand. He has to do better. He finally has to be the better twin - for you. For you to choose him.
Atsumu throws his shirt in a near bin and takes out his phone. While walking back to his home, he scrolled through his contacts, deleting all the contacts from some girls he used to hook up with or still does .Arriving home, his contact list now having 53 contacts less.
He walks by his kitchen and stops as his eyes lay on the mug you used this morning, his eyes move down to his feet - to your shirt still laying there on the ground. The shirt he ripped about 24 hours ago. He picks it up and walks over to his bed.
With your shirt in his hands he falls asleep.
You wake up to the beautiful smell of Pancakes. After a few minutes you get up - and fall down on the bed again due to your legs giving in. When you finally menage to get up, you took on his shirt and your pansies and take a few steps into the kitchen - you’re rewarded with the sight of a shirtless Osamu standing in front of the oven cooking. His hair still messy, the soft red lines run down his back and arms move whenever one of his muscles flexes underneath his skin.
You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, your head leans on his back. Osamu smiles as he feels your body leaning on him. “I hope you’re hungry.” He smiles and takes one of your hands lifting it up to his face, pressing his lips against it.
“Yes I’m starving.” You laugh and nuzzle your face against him. “Okay, but I need to get something out of the fridge now, so i’m sorry angel but you need to let go of me now.” He gently removes your arms off him. You pout yet you still sit down on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter. The kitchen counter. Before your thoughts could drift off to the events of last night, you see you phone laying there. Oh damn I should message Kuroo and the others. As if he reads your thoughts Osamu says : “I texted Bokuto last night and told him you’re with me, so don’t worry about them.” He smiles and places a cup of hot coffee in front of you. Relived you take a sip from the hot drink. Your phone lights up and you checked the notifications.
Your heart stops for a second and your face drops as you read the message.
“Is everything okay?” Osamu asks. You quickly lock your phone leaving the message on read. “Yes, just a mail from my professor.” You lie and take a big sip out of your cup. “Oh okay- Here.” He places the plate with pancakes, decorated with some strawberries and bananas, in front of you.
“Thank you Osaaaa” you coo and place a kiss on his cheek. “You’re welcome angel.” He smiles genuinely and stokes your hair. “Don’t you have a class right now?” You suddenly ask. Osamu shrugs and rolls his eyes. “You wouldn’t let go of me and I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“OSAMU! Don’t skip your classes because of me!” You judge him. “I couldn’t, you looked so adorable laying on my chest oh btw, you drool in your sleep.” He teases you and laughs as he sees you blush and hid your hands. “You’re still adorable baby,” He kisses the top of your head, “Now let’s eat.”
You can’t concentrate on him nor what he’s telling you. Your thoughts are still circling around the messages Atsumu has sent you. Then they switched back to Osamu, who’s currently beating you in Uno. You lay down the cards in your hands and fall backwards on the couch. Your temples are beating and you sigh in pain. “hey, y/n? are you okay?” Osamu crawls over to you and puts your head on his lap. “No... I have a headache.” His fingers start massaging your temples. “Should I drive you home?” he asks.
Home. Yes. You really need to get home. You feel yourself tearing up. Home. Your friends. Your family. Your parents. God. Your parents. What would you give to be with them now, to feel like a child again, to talk to your mum about your problems while being in the car going grocery shopping. Normally you don't get homesick easily, but whenever your mind is just overflowing with thoughts and you keep on overthinking everything - that's when you need to be with your family.
“Hey, hey,..., y/n? what's wrong?” Osamu starts panicking as soon as he sees tears running down your cheeks. “Just please take me home.”
You open the fort door and see Bokuto standing in the hallway. “Hey,Y/n.!” He beams as he sees you. “Kou.. please hold me.” you whisper and feel the tears running down your face. He rushes over and pulls you into thighs hug he has ever given someone. Your whole body shakes as you cry into his chest.
All the emotions you bottled up the past weeks, everything that happened in the past days. You finally reached your breaking point.
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Touch Me (I Want Your Body) - Xavier Plympton One-Shot
Description: After a jazzercise class in which you’re a regular, Xavier fantasizes about you.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Male masturbation, dirty talk, mentions of female reader, mentions of oral sex, mentions of unprotected sex, other filth.
A/N: Anonymous requested - Hello ^w^ could u write a smut where xavier is touching himself/masturbating/moaning n talkin’ dirty ? Idk if it’s gross or whatever, btw it would be so wonderful.
Sorry if this has been done before! It turned out a lot longer than I planned, too. The title was taken from Samantha Fox’s song of the same name. I hope y’all like it! <3
No copyright infringement intended! Any rights belong to proper shareholders and they deserve the ultimate credit.
gif credit: @codyfernsource
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Xavier’s work day at the studio had ended, and his head was full of nothing but you as he sped home. It seemed that you were always on his mind, but for some unknown reason that day, his thoughts were in complete overdrive. Perhaps it was the daring ensemble you’d worn to his aerobics class, something white and nearly transparent with a thin sports bra beneath, to say nothing of the short, almost revealing bottoms. Xavier hadn’t been able to stop looking at you, his eyes finding you in front of the class time and time again, observing the near-erotic fashion that your body moved under his guidance. He was riled up, to say the least, and had to get home before his belief of combustion came to fruition.
Driving had been a difficult task in his current state, but he somehow managed well enough. He parked his van in his designated parking space and nearly sprinted into his apartment, stumbling along the way in his haste. He peeled his clothes off as soon as he entered, leaving a trail of them from his front door to the bedroom. His erection was almost painful as it sprang free of his underwear, swollen and flushed red with a tiny bead of precum oozing from the tip. He fell onto his unmade bed, clumsily reaching for the lube from his nightstand drawer. He kept it next to him, close and at the ready, as his fingertips ghosted over his shaft. He started at the base, shuddering as your face began swirling in his mind again. He saw you, as you were that afternoon, biting your lip suggestively as your beautiful (e/c) eyes scanned his toned physique. He remembered your chest pushed out a bit unnecessarily as he made eye contact with you, your lips parted as you tossed some hair from your face.
“Fuck,” he drawled, closing his fist around his aching cock and pumping slowly. “Y/N.”
Your voice, sweet as honey dripping from a hive, rang through Xavier’s head. All the conversations the two of you would have before and after each class, the way your lashes fluttered when you laughed at his dumb jokes, the flirtatious touch to his bicep when he would turn up the charm, the musical lilt of your voice flowing in and out of his ears every time you spoke. He imagined what you would sound like full of lust, your voice raspy and low as he warmed your body up for him. His hand snaking over one of your legs, his mouth on your neck, his other hand massaging your breast, your hands in his hair as you vocalized your desire...
Xavier pumped faster, stopping after a moment to pop open the lube. He didn’t want to chafe, wanting to enjoy this experience as much as possible with no horrid consequences. He squirted a generous amount onto his palm, slicking his cock with a moan as his eyes slipped closed. Behind his lids, he saw you again in today’s class. That tight, white exercise outfit, clinging to your hips and breasts like a second skin. Your nipples, erect and visibly poking within the fabric, enticed him to the point of being unable to look away. Every time his gaze left you and would find you again, your nipples were still stiff inside the confines of your top. At one point you’d bent forward, and a small trail of sweat made its way between the valley of your breasts. Your body swayed perfectly to the music, as if it were your own private dance meant for his eyes only.
He moves his fist more vigorously, a new image taking over. He saw you in his bed right then, nude and writhing above him as you sat on his face. You tasted as sweet as strawberries in summer, your moans the most beautiful song filling his ears. His tongue lapped every drop of arousal, his cock throbbing in his hand as he tried to picture what you’d look like on his relentless tongue. Your chest was heaving, your nipples hard as you played with them, your eyes droopy with lust, your messy (h/c) hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, your hips pushing downward to grind your pussy against his face. Xavier bit his lip, moaning hotly before swallowing thickly as the realistic image played in his mind. His orgasm was close, his lower stomach tight and skin on fire as he anticipated his eventual release.
“Y/N/,” he breathed, the sounds of him jerking off nearly drowning out his own voice. “You taste so good, babe. Sweeter than fucking sugar. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? You’re dripping all over my face.”
Xavier’s thumb toyed with his slit, pressing into it as he massaged around the head. He groaned, other hand trailing down his body to rest on his balls. He cupped them, giving them a squeeze as he arched slightly off the bed. In his head, he fantasized about you cumming, all because of him and the magic that he his mouth could do. You looked so stunning, so blissed out, your thighs shaking around his head as you squirt in his face. He smiled to himself, swallowing around a loud mewl as he bucked upward into his hand. He allowed the movie of his mind to switch scenes, with you on your knees deep-throating his cock. He held your hair from your eyes, smirking as you enthusiastically gave him a messy blowjob.
“Such a good girl,” he said aloud, whimpering audibly after the words fell from his lips. “You’re taking my cock so well, fuck.”
He kept his hips still in his fantasy, but outwardly, he was rutting in near-frenzied desperation. His hand traveled from his base to the tip, occasionally swiping his thumb against the slit. He applied more lube, making the image in his head seem more realistic as he resumed. He rolled his head on the pillow, body squirming and styled hair slightly disheveled as he felt his climax creeping ever closer. The sight of you on your knees was nice, and it brought him great pleasure, but he needed something more. He decided to turn to the one fantasy about you that never failed to do the trick, his tongue gliding over his full lips before speaking to the vacant space.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, flicking his wrist with a soft growl. “Do you want me to pound that perfect little pussy? Just say the word, baby, and I’ll do it.”
You consented in his head, begging him to fuck you immediately. He saw himself helping you onto your back, his own body hovering over yours. You gave him a nod and he pushed inside of you, both imaginary & real Xavier moaning filthily at the perceived sensation. You were tight, warm, enveloping his cock so well as he shoved even further inside. He stopped his hand for a moment to gather himself, continuing more rapidly than before when he was ready again. He imagined thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace, one that wasn’t too hard just yet. His body was damp with sweat, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing as the pressure in his abdomen crept toward a breaking point. You felt so fucking good, and you weren’t shy in conveying how the feeling was mutual. You couldn’t stop moaning, clawing at him, gasping his name as though it were the only thing keeping you alive as you repeatedly clenched around his throbbing erection.
“You fit me like a fucking glove, baby girl,” he groaned to the empty room, the Xavier of his imagination speeding up and rubbing your clit in rapid circles. In reality, his movements become jerkier, his slick hand faltering for a split second before pumping as fast as he could. “Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna make a mess all over Daddy?”
You answered him by experiencing your orgasm, nails digging into his skin as you cried out his name. Your cunt squeezed around him, contracting and threatening to milk every last drop of cum from his balls. You arched against him, lips open and face twisted in ecstasy as he thrust desperately into his fist. His climax was coming hard and fast, and he was unable to stop it. His eyes rolled back into his skull, his cock twitching within his lubed palm as the coil in his stomach began to snap.
Y/N, Y/N, Y/N...Beautiful fucking goddess that she was, coming undone because of me. Goddammit, she’s so gorgeous when she cums. Look at her, oh dear God, fucking look at her--
“Fuck!” Xavier cried, his loud moans ricocheting off the walls. Hot ropes of sticky cum coated his stomach, some of it shooting onto his palm and a few drops cascading his shaft. His back came off the mattress, head tossed into the pillows as he mewled needfully. “Y/N, shit…”
He lay there for a moment, experiencing his high as his rational mind began to make a comeback. He grinned to himself, holding up his soiled hand to assess the damages. He grabbed a few tissues from the top of his nightstand, wiping the worst of the mess away before going into the bathroom to properly clean up. As he was washing off the sweat & semen in the shower, now relaxed and clear-headed, he remembered something that had occurred earlier: You had given him your number with a flirty wink and a sultry, “Call me sometime this weekend.”
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. How could he have forgotten something so significant? Perhaps it was the lust, or his desire to release his own sexual tension, or maybe he’d been too distracted by that damn workout ensemble of yours. He had no real way of pinpointing the exact cause at this point, but what if it wasn’t real? What if it was a figment of his sex-charged imagination? It would explain why it took him so long to remember, the forgotten memory not a real loss due to the fact that it never even happened.
Xavier finished his shower in a hurry, drying off haphazardly and rushing to his discarded workout shorts. He dug through the pockets in a panic, thinking that he did remember incorrectly when he started turning up nothing. Then, he finds it--a small scrap of paper with your name and phone number written across it. He exhaled a sigh of relief, clutching it in his hand as if it were something rare and sacred that would destroy him if it were lost. He glanced at it, chewing his lip as he briefly debated what to do. He knew that it may be a foolish mistake, but he ran to the phone immediately and dialed the number.
After everything he’d just done, he wondered if those fantasies would become a reality. He had to know; the curiosity was killing him. If you didn’t want to do anything with him, it would be absolutely fine, of course. But what if you did? What if you desired him as much as he did you? More than once, he mused about whether or not you touched yourself to him as well. The thought alone always turned him on all the more, and he had to make himself stop at that very moment before he created yet another monster later on.
“Hello?” your breathless voice rang from the other end, abruptly bringing Xavier out of his own head and catching him off guard.
That voice. That sweet, sexy voice…
“Uh, Y/N,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried collecting his thoughts. “Hey, pretty girl.” He took a beat, trying to decide what to say before blurting: “I was gonna go get some coffee later and wondered if you wanted to go with me?”
There was near-silence on the other end, and Xavier could’ve sworn he heard the sound of a vibrator when she picked up. It stopped during the pause, and Xavier wouldn’t allow himself to believe that she was doing what he perceived her to be doing. It would have been too good to be true, a disappointment bred from wishful thinking. He clutched the phone hard, chewing the inside of his cheek as he awaited her next move.
A breathy chuckle came from her, and then: “Xavier? Xavier Plympton? Hey there, handsome; I was hoping you would call.”
You sounded out of breath still, and his brows knitted together. “Are you busy? Is this a bad time for you?”
“Mmm, no,” you breathed. “It’s a great time, Xav.”
He smiled nervously into the receiver, toying with the coiled cord of the phone. His palms were moist, his teeth picking at the dry, chapped skin of his lower tier. The very thought of what you may have been doing when he called was highly arousing, and he had to steady his breathing to keep himself distracted. “Yeah, uh...I know it’s really soon--”
“Never too soon when it comes to you,” you say flirtatiously. “I’m happy that you called right away.” Another pause, the sound of her shifting on the other side, and then: “Let’s go get that coffee, and then if you really want…”
Xavier waited with bated breath, pondering over what you would say next. When it came, he nearly toppled over, gripping the nearest surface so hard that his knuckles turned white. Of all the things he expected you to say, that had been the last on the list. He didn’t know what else to say, too stunned to even formulate a clear, understandable statement. She was waiting for him to reply to everything she had just said, though, and he said the first thing that came to mind.
“...well, fuck.”
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How about vampire Levi falling in love with a human reader where their love gets to the point she lets him suck her blood, but Levi's mad about it. Angst & smut please!! 😍 I love your writing. I know my request is kinda clichè btw 😅
***No sparkly Vamps here!!! *****WARNING*****NSFW
💜Blood Lust💜
He had taken her for his own selfish desires. Not wanted to be alone, needing someone who could venture out into the sunlight, plus he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. There was just something about her smell.
Y/N had lived with Levi for 6 months before they had ever become intimate. Well, she had lived, Levi had just...existed. She had originally been terrified when he had brought her here. He had found her, in the middle of being robbed and beaten. Levi had killed her attacker before it could turn into something worse. She had lost consciousness after seeing her pale savior sink his teeth into her assaults neck, draining his blood until the light in his eyes faded.
She had been surprised to find that vampires weren’t the myths she thought they were. Even more surprised to find one that was so damn...clean. His dwelling wasn’t the drab and dreary cobweb infested nightmare that was portrayed in the movies. Yes it was old, but it was light and bright during the day, and spotless.
The motorized window coverings blacked out any rooms he wanted to be in during the daylight hours, protecting him from the very deadly, in his case, UV rays. She had found herself at ease in his presence over time, despite his blunt and rude manner, he was a man that cared about others.
She found it odd that Levi was so keen on preserving human life, considering they were his food. The man he had killed the night he had saved her was the first life he had taken in five years. He relied on donors or blood banks for his meals, resisting urge to haunt the shadows and prey on the unsuspecting.
The first time they had slept together, Y/N knew that she was totally in love with the vampire that had changed her life. She had practically seduced him, with the man being so resistant to letting someone into his non beating heart.
~~~~~
“Levi.” She ventures as she kissed down his porcelain, chilly throat. “I want you to feed from me.”
His hands stop as they were stroking her stomach and gripping her ass.
He pulled his head away from where he had been nuzzling her throat. “No.” His voice was hard and flat.
“But why?” Curiosity burned in her eyes as she looked into his silvery orbs. She had been fascinated by their color when she had first woken up in his house. They were like liquid metal, the flecks of blue and silver constantly swirling as his stormy eyes contained the emotions he refused to let his face express.
“Reasons, brat.” He huffed, annoyed with her pressing the issue.
She wiggles on his lap. They were currently on his bed, now their bed. He always woke from the little sleep he got either horny or hungry, tonight was the former.
She nipped his ear as her warm breath washed over him. His heart may have no longer beat, but his nerves certainly worked as his body reacted to her touch. He had to remind himself to be gentle, temper his touch. She didn’t regenerate like he could. One slip, one moment where he lost himself and he could destroy the person he loved.
It scared him how hard he had fallen for the girl. The human he had found that night, struggling to fend off the degenerate that wanted her money, her body and maybe her life. He had no qualms about killing that one, as a calm rage fell over him as he caught the scent of her fear. He thought that was the moment he had started falling in love with her.
Y/N didn’t understand what she was asking. Fresh blood always caused a momentary frenzy, a split second where the monster he truly was is released. If he, in that moment, killed Y/N, he knew that he would walk out into the sunshine the very next day.
She whimpered a bit in his arms. The hands on her body relaxed as he loosened the grip he hadn’t know had tightened. Looking back at her, her cheeks flush and rosy, her eyes sparkling, he needed to remember that this human of his needed to be protected, even if it was from himself.
“Please, Levi? I want you to.” Shit, she wasn’t goin to let this go.
Levi peeled Y/N off of him and set her to the side. “I need to go clean.” And left her sitting on their bed without a backwards glance.
~~~~~
For a week he wouldn’t talk to Y/N. Wouldn’t acknowledge her presence. He didn’t sleep. All he did was obsessively clean the already immaculate house.
She watched him from the door frame. He was kneeling on the floor, scrubbing at invisible stains on the marble floors that didn’t exist. Or perhaps it had, years past. Their house was old, it was the same house where Levi had lived when he was still human. Meticulously cared for and upgraded as the centuries had past.
Levi’s mind was running as fast as his hands worked, scouring the smooth stone. Never in his 235 years, had Levi felt the connection that he had with Y/N. She accepted him for who and what he was, without reservation. Something he had never found as a human. Her only fear that night was that she was in a place she hadn’t known, after awakening from her attack. She had thought she had been kidnapped. After telling her she hadn’t, Levi had initially been willing to let her go, until she did the one thing he hadn’t expected.
She touched him. He knew that she had seen him kill that man. His ashen eyes had locked onto hers as he drank. Levi had watched her eyes roll back and Y/N slump to the ground unconscious. Knowing all of this, she had still walked up to him, with no hint of fear in her eyes and touched his cold cheek. “Thank you” She had whispered in a low clear voice.
In that moment, Y/N became his.
~~~~~
“Are you ever going to speak to me again?” Levi paused in his scrubbing for a moment before starting the rhythmic circles of the brush again.
“Are you done asking about that shit?” She knew that she had frustrated him, but damned if she was going to let this go.
“No, I’m not going to unless you explain why you are so against this.” He threw the brush down. Y/N watched it slide across the floor.
She looked up to find Levi right in front of her. His cleaning handkerchief pulled away from his face and his eyes hot and angry as they stared at her intimidatingly. In a flash, she was pushed up against he wall, his hands firmly around her arms, squeezing lightly in warning.
“Don’t fuck with me Y/N. You won’t like the consequences.” He growled out.
Y/N rolled her eyes at the powerful vampire. “You don’t scare me Levi. I know you won’t hurt me. Just tell me why?”
“Why the fuck do you want this?” He pushed off of her to pace. “You want to be my food? You want to feel like a pig set to slaughter?”
“I’m.....jealous.” He stopped and looked at her incredulously. She continued on, explaining. “I hate the thought of you touching those donors. Of them feeling any part of you, even your fangs. I had thought.....”
“You thought what?” He had stopped pacing to stand before her.
She lifted her eyes to his. “I had thought that when you told me that I was yours, it had also meant that you were mine.”
His glare softened. “Explain.”
Her face pouted slightly. “I don’t share. Period. If you set you lips on someone’s neck, it should be mine. If you feed from someone, it should be me.”
“Y/N.....I......” Words failed him. He could feel his resistance fading as he watched the hurt and insecurity cross the face he loved staring at.
“Just tell me what the problem is.” She begged, grabbing his hand.
“I could kill you, Y/N. I could lose control and squeeze you too hard or drain too much blood. I can’t risk that. I can’t risk losing you.” His eyes closed with his admission, ashamed of his shortcomings. He felt a warm hand on his cheek just like he had so many months before. Opening his eyes, he saw the love and trust she held for him in her gaze.
“You would never do that. I trust you, Levi.”
~~~~~
He had stripped them down to their underwear. Not caring for the mess blood usually made, he had prepared their bedroom. A waterproof protector covered the bed as they lay there.
“You always do it this way?” At his nod, Y/N gave a fierce scowl. “Yep, definitely not fucking sharing anymore.”
He gave a low laugh. “It’s always just a business transaction, Y/N. I drink, they get paid, we part ways.”
He leaned over body, lips hovering near her pulse. The warm beat of her blood was intoxicating, and he felt his fangs lower in anticipation. “Ready, Y/N?”
“Yes, Levi.”
With her consent, he plunged his fangs into the soft skin of her neck. Her tiny gasp filled his senses as he tasted her. Her blood filled his mouth. The sweet, thick liquid on his tongue caused a reaction he had never expected. His cock began to swell, hardening as he drank.
A fever invaded his mind. All he could think about was fucking her while he fed. Painfully overwhelming, the desire was coursing through him, clouding his mind. He didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted her screaming his name in ecstasy.
His hands tore the thin panties she wore. Her own hands were roaming on his body, but he was focused solely on her. Lowering his own underwear, he shifted, covering her body with his own. He yanked her legs open, his mouth still attacked to her neck as he filled her with a single thrust, pushing his cock into her tight center.
She cried out, pain and pleasure combined. He was large and stretched her opening as he began moving. It was fast and hard, a kinetic joining of their bodies. He pounded into her as she felt his tongue lave her neck, licking at the blood seeping from her wounds.
Once she was surrounding him, he felt a little bit calmer, but no less entranced by the woman in his arms. He moved a hand to her breast, palming it as he continued to slam his hips into hers. He heard her cries, but they seemed to be in pleasure, her hands tugging at his hair, and nails scraping down his back like in encounters past.
He rolled them over and sat up, Y/N now sitting on his cock. He sank his teeth into her again as she arched against him. He growled as she began moving against him. Her hips rocking back and forth as she rode him. Her tight walls milking him towards release as he continued to feed from her. He managed to finally pull away from her neck, running a bloodstained mouth down to her breast to capture a stiff peak.
Her blood trickled down her neck, running down to the breast as he tugged on the nipple. She moaned and moved faster against him, enjoying his mouth on her as much as his cock inside her. When the trail of blood reached his mouth, he began licking up her chest, cleaning her as much as savoring the rich nectar.
He moved them again. This time, setting her on her knees. Sliding in easily, he snapped his hips forward and began to drive himself into her wet cavern. He sped up, confident the eager woman would love the pace that no human could set. Her erotic gasp and high pitched keening let him know he was right. As he felt her begin to tighten around him, he knew that he was close, pulling her back flush against his chest, he pushed deeper as he closed his lips around her neck again.
Screaming his name, she shattered in his arms. Her body shook and he felt the warm rush of her release as her body gripped him. He felt his own body tighten and he came with an inhuman snarl, his bloody teeth exposed as he filled her with his cum.
They slumped down together in the bed, Y/N gasping for breath. Levi was in a daze, he had never felt a need that strong, experienced an orgasm that all consuming. As he came down off his post coitus high, he began to look Y/N over, checking to make sure he hadn’t hurt her.
She gave him a sleepy smile. That had been absolutely amazing. All she could do was lay there bonelessly as she felt him tut and run his hands over her flesh. She giggled as he lifted her into his arms, intent on showering to clean up.
“What, brat?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow down at his love.
“I really love your blood lust, Levi.”
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Ok bro I got ur point here you go I want a damn NSFW scenario(I guess u can write it, right? If no its ok) with THE DAMN DEMON GIYUU ON THE DAMN LEASH WITH A DAMN COLLAR Btw I love you and ur blog uwu
Thank you! I was so looking forward to writing for this one. Since we have some discourse when I asked for gender for n s f w scenes I am writing for a fem reader since that's what I’m most familiar with and the poll showed that people's preference is for a fem reader if none is given.
Giyuu had caused a bit of trouble again. He was a good boy most of the time, but there were occasions where he just couldn't help himself to growl at someone or run off without letting you know. You knew he knew better, he isn't dumb after all, he just has much less impulse control than before.
Currently he was snuggled up to you, trying to get on your good side after you had yelled at him that he had run off after a demon. With so many slayers on the case you worried they'd attack him without knowing better. You huffed at the memory and he redoubled his efforts of softening you so he could get you back in a good mood. With some effort he worked his way under your crossed arms to press chest to chest against you and rub his nose against yours.
"Giyuu, it's going to take more than that. You need to really listen to me. Just because you're strong doesn't mean you can - Hey, what are you doing?" His hands pushed your leg up causing your back to hit the futon beneath you. A pink tongue peeked from between his lips to lick along your calf to your knee, pushing clothing out of his way as he continued to your thigh. With a disapproving groan you slapped your legs shut and trapped his head between them.
"You're still not listening to me, Giyuu! Now sit up, dammit." When your clenched thighs let him go the demon sat up straight between your legs. At least he's doing as you say for once. Actually, you had the right item for this, you had just neglected to use it in this context before.
" Giyuu, get your leash and collar for me." If a demon could blush you wouldn't have believed it until you saw it on his face. After a few moments he returned with said item, placing it into your lap with an almost silent whimper. You sat upright, bringing the collar around his neck slowly, making sure to not tangle his hair in the clasp. Once the collar was secure you attached the matching leash with a click and gave it a light pull.
For a fearsome demon that topped you when he had any chance, he surely loved when you took control. Just having the collar on him put him in a more lucid state and he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward to kiss you. Returning his kiss with just a peck you pulled him back by the leash.
"Get undressed for me, and do the same for me too, dear." With a shiver he did as he was told, bearing both of your bodies to each other. Now that you think about it, he could go back to what he was doing before. A short tug of the leash and your parting legs was all the invitation he needed. Immediately he fell to his stomach and crawled between your thighs.
A deep moan left him as he went to licking your slit. Strong hands gripped your thighs and glowing blue eyes looked up at you as his tongue circled your clit, impatient circles accentuated by his lewd moans.
"Do you want to taste me inside, Giyuu?" He tried to back away to nod but a hand at the back of his neck prevented him from leaving your cunt. A soft huff of frustration left him as his eyes peered into your own with a pitiful side you'd never knew him to have."You have to tell me some way, dear."
Croaks left his unused vocal chords, but the excitement of your pussy so close to his face left him unable to speak, leaving him no other option but to nod. The simple action covered his face with your wetness and he found himself unable to hold back as he buried his face into your folds. With his nose pressed to your clit his tongue bore into your core. No part of your pussy was left unpleasured. If his lips or tongue weren't stimulating you then the vibrations of his moans tinged your skin.
"Do you want me cum? You want to taste when I cum, baby?" You knew it was almost a fetish for him to watch you cum, and the enthusiastic moaning and nods that followed proved the point. Pulling the leash and collar almost didn't separate him from you, but when it did he was panting with his tongue out, weakly flexing forward to taste you.
"On your back. I have something we haven't done before." Well, since becoming a demon, but he didn't need to know that. When he rolled in his back it was almost impossible to ignore the throbbing length between his legs that came up to his stomach. He was too thick and long for his own good, but damn did it feel like nothing else in the world. Leaning down you placed a kiss on the head of his shaft, licking the sweet cum that beaded on the head.
Your demon loved almost grasped your head for more but a quick tug of the leash had him paused. Tentatively you crawled up his body until your core was over his face. The whole time you could hear him smelling the air for the scent of your arousal and a groan was pulled from his muffled lips as you pressed your cunt to his mouth. Slurping echoed in the room as he went to suck your lips and clit, but the demon wasn't happy and pulled you further down against him to have more of you.
"Bad boy, Giyuu!" You'd give him what he wanted. Letting all your tension in your legs go you rested your full weight on him. Thank god he was a demon or you might actually hurt him. All you could see between your thighs was his messed inky locks and incandescent eyes."Be nice and lick my pussy like you love it."
You'd never seen him so motivated. His eyes grew unfocused, blearily looking up to your face as if asking "am I good?" as his long tongue altered between broad licks against your clit and deep strokes into your core. Clawed hands rose to caress your breasts, squeezing their mass before pinching your nipples to elicit moans from you. His prayers were answered as your legs began to tremble around his head and he felt as if he had never wanted anything so much in his life.
Your climax rushed over you, causing your back to arch and head to be thrown back with a squealing moan of his name as your shaking thighs snapped together, trapping his head against you as your rocked your hips to keep the lasting shocks of your orgasm pulsing through you. When your body finally went lax your could feel Giyuu's tongue lapping your folds, cleaning you of your own release. You carded your fingers through his hair, cooing to him gently.
"You're such a good boy, Giyuu." A whimper was your response and you moved off of him with shaking legs, but he was kind enough to hold you as support along the way. Immediately you reached down to place a kiss on his lips, something sweet after you'd practically crushed him to please you. Reaching for some discarded clothes you cleaned his face of your juices and pressed tender kisses to his cheeks.
"Let me ride you, dear." You were amazed when he shook his head. Wasn't he turned on after all that? Your incredulous look made him look away with burning red cheeks. Looking down his body you found his stomach painted with his cum. Was he so excited to eat you out when you sat in his face he came from just that?
"You're still hard though… Maybe I should ride you anyways." A timid nod left him as you crawled atop his lap, rolling your hips against his to spread your juices along his length. You prepared yourself for him, lifting your hips and grasping his length with one hand. The other still held the leash and you gave it a slight tug for him to look at you as you took him into your wet heat. A sharp fall of your hips was followed by a loud moan of your demon.
"Love you, Giyuu."
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maybe ringo had a bad concert and needs to feel better? so you just show him how much you love him? I loved your John smut btw!!
Thanks!! Who doesn’t like a little bit of sub!john?
Okay so I’m gonna write this about Teddy Boy/pre-Beatles Ringo, you know, back when he looked like he killed a man once and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again?
The door slammed shut, and I glanced at the clock. It was before 11, normally Richie didn’t come home until well past midnight. I set my book down, pushing out of the arm chair I had been curled in for the past hour, and tiptoed to the front hall.
There, hunched over, unzipping his boots, I found Richie.
“How did the show go?”
He grunted a response, kicking his foot free as he straightened upright. His face was tense. “We got any whiskey?”
Concern washed over my face, “Yeah. I’m guessing this isn’t a celebratory drink?”
“After the shit show that was tonight, no.”
He stomped past me, heading straight for the bar cart in the living room. I kept my distance, knowing it was better to let him pour a drink before asking any more questions.
The bottle cap rattled as he spun it off, the whiskey glugging into his glass. He took a long sip before refilling and capping the bottle.
“So, what happened?”
He turned to look at me. “The rest of the group are a bunch of wankers, that’s what.”
A smile crossed my lips as I took a seat on the couch, ready for him to vent.
“Dave showed up drunk, and Martin got there minutes before we went to play. Almost cost us the fucking gig. And what does Ronnie do? Nothing. Fucking nothing. I swear I’m the only one who actually gives a shit in that band.”
He flopped down on the couch, taking another sip. His words came as no surprise. For the past few weeks he had been growing more and more unhappy with the current band he was playing with. They were new and starry-eyed, looking to hit the scene as an excuse to pick up girls. It was no secret that any bloke with a guitar strapped to his chest and quiffed hair, sporting a leather jacket could pull girls like he was getting paid to do it.
“Are you looking for someone else to play with then?”
He shrugged, “Don’t see the point. All the good bands already got a drummer and I ain’t wasting my time with a bunch of prats who are too busy sticking their thumbs up their asses.”
His tone shifted and he stared into his glass. “I love drumming an’ all but I don’t see it really going anywhere. Should probably just quit all together.”
My heart ached at those words. “Don’t say that! You can’t just quit because things are tough now.”
“Who says they’ll get better?”
“Who says they’ll stay this bad?”
He gave me a skeptical look but I could see he was contemplating my reasoning. “Richie, you’ve got talent, and not a lot of people can say that. I think you’ll be even more miserable not drumming at all.”
He shrugged, finishing off his glass. “Can you get me another, it’s improving my mood.”
Taking the glass, I set it on the coffee table. “You don’t need that to feel better.”
“I do so.”
I ran my hand across his chest, cuddling into his side. “No, not when you have me.”
A lazy grin barely pulled at his lips. The whiskey was settling in and his eyes became heavy. “Oh I don’t know, I’m feeling pretty lousy. Not sure if you’ll be able to do much.”
Pushing myself up, I settled into his lap, straddling him, hands on his shoulders. “Well I can at least try, right?”
He set his hands on my hips. “I don’t see why not.”
My hands went to the buttons on the front of my dress, and I slowly opened the fabric, revealing the silk slip with lace trim underneath.
Running my hands under the fabric, I pushed the dress from my shoulders, letting it pool around my hips. My hands ran up my torso and lingered over my breasts, cupping them briefly, loving how the silk felt against my skin. I continued my path upwards until my fingers found the straps. One by one I nudged them off my shoulders, letting them fall down the length of my arm as the silk peeled from my skin.
A groan left Richies mouth as I brought his hands to my breasts. The cool metal of his rings sent a shock up my spine and I gasped. He held their weight, softly kneading.
“Feel better yet?” I asked.
“Getting there.”
He thumbed over my nipples, watching them harden. Not satisfied with his answer I ground down into his lap, watching his eyes close and hands still for a moment while gathering welcomed friction against my heat.
Our lips melded together as I dig into him further, cradling the back of his head.
“I want you,” I mumbled against his lips.
Richie rolled us over, laying me out on the couch and dragging the rest of my dress off. He wrestled off his shirt before diving back down and kissing me from my belly button to my lips.
As he spent some time in the crook of my neck, I pushed away from him. “No, no, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”
“You’re naked, aren’t you?”
My laugh was cut short as a moan took over, completely losing myself to the feeling of him rubbing circles over my underwear.
“You like how I make you feel?”
I nodded, “I want your cock so bad.”
“Want me to fuck you?” His belt jingled as we locked lips again.
I wiggled out of my underwear, spreading my legs and gathering some arousal on my fingers before rubbing my clit. A shudder ran through my body.
Now, just as naked as I was, he tugged at his length before lining up. It took a few tries before my walls stretched to accommodate him, sending my hands flying to grip his shoulders.
“Christ, you’re so thick.”
He didn’t answer, opting to capture my lips again before easing into a steady rhythm. He buried his head back into my neck, working into me. I wrapped myself around him, pulling him closer. He switched his rhythm, beginning a slow, dragging pace, allowing me to feel every bit of him.
“Oh fuck,” tumbled from my lips as I clinged tighter to him, pleasure completely over.
I felt something shift between us as he continued his borderline torturous pace. His kisses became deeper, his grip became softer. It became gentle, loving.
Richie hitched my legs under his arms, pinning them up further, and opening me up in a completely new way. A cry tore from my lips and a tear sprang to my eye as I felt pleasure like I never had before. It filled my whole body and invaded my senses, everything else tuned out.
He sped up his pace ever so slightly, and each time he ran across the spot, the pleasure surged. My body felt on fire.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered into my ear, but I was too gone to respond. My own release was so close, it was coiling inside me, ready to be unraveled.
As his pace picked up, he still managed to hit that spot, now jack hammering into it. I couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure was almost too much. My orgasm cut through me, and a mix of stress and release rolled through my body.
A moment later Richie boiled over as well, releasing a shuddering moan.
We stayed peeled to each other, breathing heavy and basking in afterglow. Time ceased to exist.
Richie pulled away first, padding into the bathroom to grab a damp towel, cleaning himself up before coming back and handing it over to me.
Once done, I sat up, curling into the crook of the couch. He had pulled his pants back on, and rested his head in my lap, stretching out on the rest of the couch. I caressed his chest, feeling exhaustion taking over.
“What about now, feeling better?”
He chuckled, “Much.”
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|FAMILY TIES| M| MAFIA AU| 2
SMUT/ANGST
SUMMARY: A powerful alliance made up of 4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well let’s just say he’s not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it’s game on…
THIS CHAPTER IS VERY STORYLINE HEAVY AS FAR AS LUXX & TAE ARE CONCERNED.... BTW
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WARNINGS: HMMM, DIRTY TALK, ORAL( M/F GIVING AND RECEIVING) SLIGHT LINGERIE KINK, LIGHT CUMPLAY, OVERSTIMULATION LIGHT DOM TAE, FACE RIDING, CAR SEX...KINDA LOL
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His eyes were studying yours his whole aura seemed..different…the way he looked at you was a lot softer now as his touch also changed, it was more so him needing to make sure you were calm. As his hands rubbed light circles along the small of your back, he could feel you start to melt into his touch. Yes, this was your life..the only one you knew but that didn’t make shit like this any easier.
Letting a deep exhale release from your lungs, your hands found their way into his hair reconnecting your lips to his taking advantage of the moment. He could feel you smile into the kiss and that let him know you were good. He chuckled lightly against your lips ,still not breaking the kiss, the way he caressed you in his arms just screamed “That’s my girl”.It was like..he could sense that you were at ease, because he was there, and you had his back, down to start a fire the minute he was.
His hand snaked up your neck, pulling you in tighter, as he deepened the kiss. Mr.Kim couldn’t control himself around you tonight, and you weren’t complaining it was rare, that he got like this and you loved it. letting himself get completely out of his head and just live in the moment with you. But the moment came to an abrupt halt once as your body jerked from a sloppy ass turn the driver took a low grunt leaving both of your lips in aggravation as you tried to keep your cool. Not a smooth driver by any means, shit it felt like you were a second away from slamming into the door. Currently questioning if you were in a game of bumper cars to be honest, because that would make a lot more sense.
In all honesty he was driving like he was nervous, another rookie mistake. Neither of you would ever feel uneasy by one of your driver’s skills,even if they were doing 130 down a dead end they were always smooth. Also, as the driver sometimes you don’t know what happened or why your picking someone up. The less you know the better, that way if ever questioned, the honest response is “I was just told to drive”. So with that being said, your driver wouldn’t speak without being spoken too, which so far is the only rule this rookie is following properly.
Taehyung called it off rip …he was just probably some guy, who was broke and needed some cash. He’s not valuable to Marco, he doesn’t know much, and on top of that he’s terrified, not only of fuckng up but more importantly his passengers.The two of you were known to do some pretty serious damage together if need be. You could go from danity and vulnerable to heartless and lethal within seconds. Which is why it was crucial for him to go undetected, if the two of you caught on he didn’t stand a chance. Little did he know he blew it the minute Taehyung got in the car. You watched his brow furrowed in frustration at his ammature driving, the grip on your waist tightening, you could tell by the look on his face he was beyond pissed. Ready to snatch his ass right out of the driver’s seat, and end this pathetic excuse for a kidnapping or whatever the fuck it was..he wasn't impressed to say the least. As bad as Tae’s temper was,he wasn’t a loose canon. Even though this guy seemed like a complete cake walk, unless you two were in immediate danger there’s no way Taehyung would make an impulsive decision like that with you in the car. Even the slight risk of you getting hurt because of something he did would ruin him. He hid it well, but him being protective over you goes way deeper than just the family business.
Knowing he had to find a distraction so he could stop envisioning repeditaly bashing this man's head into the window until his skull was in dicetable pieces. I guess he’s lucky his favorite lady was already on his lap.. Reclining your back to rest against the driver’s seat with a mischievous smirk which he read you clear as day..you two were about to give this rookie the ride of his life. One of his favorite things about you, no matter how girly you were..hair, nails,makeup, high heels..you weren't afraid to play dirty.
“Oh, by the way I bought you something…” his hands roamed up your sides as you kicked your brow up out of curiosity. Your dynamic had changed over the past almost 6 months, all of the built up sexual tension finally came to a head after the two of you closed a pretty dangerous deal is Sao Paulo. The leftover adrenaline coursed through your veins as he had you bent over a balcony 20 stories up. Hand around your neck, he fucked you until you couldn't even see straight, and once your legs gave out he laid you on chaise lounge and kept goin… But that’s about all it was, Taehyung somehow mastered the art of not getting in his feels,but every once in awhile his heart would pick a fight, and lately it’s been knocking him on his ass.
You knew he was just trying to make small talk..but he’s never just randomly bought you something, unless it was like food,liquor, or a hotel suite “I actually bought it a while ago,but ya know, you just had to be a fuckin brat” His words came out almost in the form of a growl as he coyly reached in the pocket inside your coat, sliding your 9..down your sleeve. Which drapped on the floor, cradling it in your hand, due to your jacket hanging off your shoulders, the gun and your hand were completely covered.
Rolling your eyes not even bothering to actually verbally give a response,which only made him chuckle. He really wasn’t phased by you he’s known you damn near your whole life, he just..ya know.. wanted to choke your bratty ass sometimes that’s all.
“Clearly you still haven’t learned your lesson..” You felt a hard smack on your ass but you knew it was coming, keeping your eyes trained on his as you just shrugged nonchalantly in response. Trying to play it cool but he left one hell of a sting, already feeling the heat start to pool between your thighs.”But I feel like I’d be torturing myself more than you …” Adjusting his tone slightly, the arousal dripping from his lips clear as day, it as insane the cast that hung over the two of you right now. The energy that radiated between you did not reflect the situation you were currently in whatsoever! God you loved the way he looked at your body, as he massaged up your thighs it was like you could physically see the affect you had on his own, as he slowly let himself go piece by piece.
“When I saw it I knew you’d look sooo sexy...while your pretty little mouth was wrapped me…ass up…wearing my favorite pair of Louboutins” The smoothness in which he delivered that you honestly couldn’t even be pissed at him assuming he’d get his way. He definitely had a lingerie kink and you knew It was a piece from Agent Provocateur, it was one of his favourite brands and he wasn’t shy to pick out what he liked. But typically it was while you were already ordering, he’d never done it on his own before! On the surface the two of you may appear to be 100% lost in your own world, completely unaware of your surroundings. All the random side turns this twat rockets taking down side streets. But Nah, you were well aware, just waiting until the time was right, while having a little fun in the meantime.
You weren’t going to let him know how genuinely happy the idea of him lingerie shopping made you, not the way your ego was set up. “And who says that you’ve been good enough to have my lips wrapped around your dick Mr. Kim?” Cocking your head to the side slightly capturing his gaze with yours, as a cocky smirk landed across his lips. Lacing his tongue against his plump bottom lip as he readjusted your position on his lap, rolling his hips up into yours.
“We both know, especially tonight …I’ve been more than good my baby …” Fuck how was it possible for his voice to get deeper, digging his nails into your ass through the thin fabric of your dress. Signaling for him to scoot closer he leaned in for a kiss,the grip on your waist got tighter as he already knew what was coming. Slowly creeping your hand up the back of the driver's seat strategically placing your gun between the gap in the head rest causing the hammer to make a slight clicking sound as the muzzle hit his neck . Granted this was not an ideal position but you’ve done this long enough, were you could make it work.
Your tongue still hadn't left Taehyung's until you both felt the car come to a complete stop, as he gasped in utter panic once he realized what was happening and at that point Taehyung had enough. “Alright, fuck this..”The whole car jerked, while he gently removed you from his lap, it still amazed you how quick he could switch gears. He went from caressing you to slowly fumming in the matter of seconds you watched him grunt, rolling his eyes in frustration as he quickly climbed over the seat hopping into the passenger side as you adjusted yourself still keeping your gun at the back of his neck. “Keep drivin…” Surprised by how relaxed his tone was in comparison to the look on his face. Taehyung searched him quickly before taking his own gun in one hand and his phone in another .
“Amature move number 10 sweetheart, you never. stop. driving…” you whispered out boldly against the skin of his neck as your lips brushed his ear. Tae couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you ,he thought you were the sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on . Even if his pride wouldn’t let him admit it this man was becoming so consumed by you it’s unreal! Accidently catching his gaze, it felt like your heart stopped for a moment when you realized the way he was looking at you. The moment was short lived though, regardless of the situation you were currently in. You should’ve known better than to think Kim Taehyung was allowing himself to actually fucking feel more than a orgasm.
“She’s right, for all you know she could’ve just been fuckin with you. None of my men would’ve stopped driving, or jumped when I gouged at the seat nor would they have made that sloppy ass bang around the corner…..so I‘m only gonna ask this once...and don't you dare lie to me. I’m really not in the mood for games tonight, what fuckin’ character sent you?!“
Lucky for the driver in the midst of all this one of Taehyung’s men called, so he was temporarily distracted leaving you to deal with it.Signaling to you with his gun, which let you know he wanted you to continue his interrogation, while he was preoccupied. His delivery was just..fuck..…it always did something to you when he was doing business he was so stern and such a fucking man!! He never had to yell for people to know he wasn’t to be fucked with! He’s a pretty boy who likes designer things, yet It was so effortless for him to balance the two, he could look like a Blue Blood or a guy from The Dot, and have respect from either party.
Before you even had a chance to open your mouth, his eyes shot back in the driver's direction, I guess the nano second of silence was far too much for Taehyung to handle ”Did I not just say, I’m not in the mood for this shit? The fucks the matter with you?”Grazing the hammer with his index finger, cocking his head to the side while his tongue grazed his teeth. His accent that sat typically mild on a day to day basis, always grew even thicker once he got frustrated. Even faint, in combination with the deep rich tones of his voice..you were ready to get on your knees whenever and wherever he wanted. Granted this probably shouldn’t be running through your mind while you guys are technically in the midst of being kidnapped with a gun to a man’s head. But that’s the kinda shit that runs through your mind regardless of the situation when your dealing with Kim Taehyung.
Believe it or not, this man was either stupid or..just..well stupid because he still stayed quiet , which at this point you assumed he was playing the same game they all did and you weren’t in the mood . “Oh for fucks sake, spare me with the “I’d rather die than talk” bullshit please ! Trust me this mother fucker doesn’t give a fuck about you, it will get you nowhere!” Your tone was cold as all hell reflecting no type of emotion, you’d been through this far to many times for you to even be slightly amused.
Suddenly the energy around you felt suffocating..something just didn't feel right, and in that moment...all your patience flew out the window. Knocking the muzzle against the back of his neck even harder this time, causing his head to jerk a little when you still got NO response. You flicked the lock with your finger until it clicked which immediately got Taehyung’s attention because that sound meant you were about to release from your register “Your a second away from your organs being splattered along the dash kid” Raising your tone out of pure frustration, but it didn’t take you guys long to realize that it actually sounded like he was almost…crying? Well, fuck, clearly this wasn’t going the way you anticipated, completely dumbfounded who the hell kidnaps someone..and then has a mental breakdown!?
The look on both of your faces mirrored the same level of confusion, I.E WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON!?
“Jesus kid are you crying, seriously!?” Ducking his head down slightly trying to get a better look at his face “Seriously?? Am I getting punk’d or something!? How old are you?!?” Pulling the drivers hat off ,flicking the light on. To your surprise the tone was, calm, and warm actually,complete contrast to how he originally approached him. An almost sympathetic sigh left his mouth when he looked over at him, this kid looked like he was barely 18! The word “kid” was used very frequently in Boston, but buy no means did you actually think he was actually barely legal!
“Of fucking course!” You whispered out low in frustration and slight disbelief, shaking your head, as it now was all starting to make since. He wasn’t just a rookie he was a child, you guys didn’t do business like this..unless they were in the family you didn’t involve kids. Even though you felt bad you still didn’t remove the gun, deep down you knew this wasn’t some trap, Marco just didn’t give a fuck, but you were trained to never underestimate anyone! Just wanting someone cheap … that was easily impressionable, and disposable.
This life wasn’t for everybody that’s for damn sure, on the surface it looks great, the money ,cars,planes, trips you name it. But it does something to your spirit, after some of the shit that you see in this line of work. I know it sounds cliche but it's true..your never the same…God forbid your in a position where you’re the one deciding if and when someone will take their last breath. You gotta have a strong ass heart,and a lot of the time you almost gotta act like you don’t have one at all, and it’s hard still…even for you two. Mr. Kim could attest to that better than anyone…
In this moment not caring how young he was…Taehyung was getting pissed that he hadn’t answered his question! Like I said there's a time and place for everything, he didn’t expect you to worship the ground he walks on. But in a situation like this when Kim Taehyung asks you a question you answer, simple as that.You watched his head cock to the side, eyes extremely focused on the divers mannerisms, you couldn’t tell if he was enraged, or concerned, as he was still on the phone with one of his men. All you could do was hold your breath and pray he didn’t do anything crazy
.“Alright, you know what? I‘M done, I’m done with this conversation! I don’t care who fucked up were..just fix it! Jhonny,put me on speaker..” pausing taking in a couple slow breaths, using his index and middle finger to pinch the bridge of his nose, almost indicating the conversation was giving him a migraine and knowing Taehyung’s lack of patience..it probably was
“Alright boss..”
“If you guys are smart, you’ll make sure nothing else goes wrong tonight, I’m not in the mood for this amateur bullshit! Oh by the way you mother fuckers literally let me get kidnapped by a kid that can’t even grow fucking facial hair! Get your shit together!” Tossing his phone down on his lap, letting out a deep sigh in aggravation as he ran his fingers through his hair. His phone went off almost instantly once he hung up, probably sending him directions.
Still, in the midst of all that he stayed dead silent in the drivers set, jaw cinched ..trying to look tough, yet you could see how glossy his eyes were, they were probably burning from him trying to suppress his tears. “Alright, well now that i’ve clarified my men are incompetent and you’re probably not even old enough to buy cigs..pull into this parking lot, then your gonna pull out…bang a uey, and we’re going in the opposite fuckin direction.”
His delivery was so chill it was almost comical, there wasn't even a hint of concern in his voice, already well aware the driver would follow his instructions. You watched his shaky hands pull into a lot of what appeared to be a diner . Pulling out, and doing exactly what was instructed of him “Good boy …” He coaxed and it seemed to put the kid at ease “Make a left at the next light. “ . Taehyung knew what he was doing, purposely waiting until the driver seemed a little calmer before he started to ask him questions.. “Ok. I’m gonna say this one more time, and if you don’t respond I’ll revert right back to that motherfucker I was when I first got up in the front seat . You're already pushing it because my biggest pet peeve is repating myself...yet here I fuckin go soudnig like a damn parrot!”
He kept is tone low and stern but still he wasn’t yelling, it was rare he did. “If I’m being honest I don’t care how young you are I’m not the one that hired you. At the end of the day the job you accepted put her life in danger and that alone is enough for me to bash your fuckin head in.” Cocking his head to the side leaning in a little closer as he tried to read the kids expression. Barely centimeters away from this kids face, a knot forming in your own stomach just from observing..you heard him sniffle and clear his throat .
“I-I didn’t do anything to your driver by the way , I actually don’t know where he is ...the car was empty when I got in it” He paused needing to focus on the road but you also knew he needed to calm down.
“After you make this turn your going to stay straight for a while . Then hang a right into the gas station…Keep goin..” The combination of warmth in his voice and of course pure fear encouraged him to actually continue
”I’m- I’m 18, he comes to the packie I work at, I just turned 18, and the day I did my foster mom put my ass right out! I -He asked if I wanted to make some quick cash …he just said I’d have to drive a car. I had an hour to get you guys to someone else..” It hurt more than you thought to hear this young kid say what the both of you already knew, which is that he was just a pawn in Marco’s game. But both of you became slightly intrigued the more he spoke, he knew Marco probably didn’t deal with him directly but did he know a name? A location? ANYTHING!
“Shit I’m screwed , I had one job ! One FUCKING job ……then you get paid..that’s all I had to do…that’s all I had to do..” you heard him whisper out the last part,actually almost sounding like he was outta breath. Repeatedly it like a prayer, both of you zoned in on him, making sure in his sudden panic he wouldn’t suddenly try to do something irrational. This was all in a day’s work ..at the end of the day he had a job to complete and so far he hasn’t, at a 9-5 that could get you written up or fired..in this line of work it could get you killed.
You watched Taehyung’s expression change slowly, he felt bad, really bad. “Shit man, “ Tae huffed in frustration running his fingers through his hair “You know there’s a chance he’ll kill you if you don’t bring us in right?” 18 or not Taehyung wasn’t going to sugar coat it he’d rather you be braced for the worst then leave you in the dark . His eyes glanced over at him and he just nodded.
”Yeah, but I don’t have much here, never have it wouldn’t be shit for me to use the money I have and hop on a greyhound or something..” He was trying to sound strong but you two saw right through it ,he probably barley made $10.00 a hour. All the money he had would probably only cover the bus ride and one night in a motel .
“Pull in here …” he instructed as calm as ever noticing his blacked out Jaguar parked behind a semi. You could feel the car start to slow up, before actually coming to a complete stop right in front of the driveway, he was having second thoughts, I mean not that you blame him. “I really wouldn't do this If I were you” you heard a deep slow exhale leave Taehyung’s body as he adjusted his gun in his hand “Don’t push me, would you prefer I just let you pull the trigger yourself? Because you essentially digging your own grave right now, pull. in.to .the driveway...now.” Taehyung’s voice was barely above a whisper but the authority behind it spoke volume as his eyes cut over to the drivers, You felt a knot form in your stomach..praying the driver wouldn’t do anything stupid. You watched his grip get tighter on the wheel, knuckles flushing the palest shade of ivory, the headlights caught Taehyun’s men’s attention.
Two of them started walking over..trying to see what was taking so long now it was 1 against 4. You watched his eyes flutter as he let out a low defeated sigh while putting the car back in drive, once pulled in Taehyung’s men were quick to yank him out the car, slamming him against the hood “HEY! Mazda..chill he’s just a kid..leave him be…I got this…I got him…” shoeing him away as he stepped closer. Once Mazda released him you watched him drop to the ground it was almost like his entire body caved in.
Taehyung walked over, opening your door “Hey,Can you go stand by my car baby doll? I just need to have a quick word with our little buddy over here..”
Your brow immediately arched so much attitude laced across you face as you crossed your arms against your chest..for one..the pet name threw you off..and two since when are you not allowed to be in on business conversations? Incase he forgot you were BOTH kidnapped, he detected you weren’t pleased letting out a deep huff, leaning down sliding his tongue into your mouth effortlessly. Forcing his way in with such ease..it was so quick you were almost confused it happened, yet somehow he was able to explore what felt like every inch of your mouth.Causing you to moan against his tongue, it was crazy how easily he could get to you now.
”Please, I need him to talk and I don’t want the two of us tag teaming him...promise I’ll fill you in once we leave...” His plea came out in a low whisper.. As his hand massaged the back of your neck…how could you say no when he just kissed you like that, more importantly he was right. This kid was fragile It was clear that Tae cracked his shell a little, in more ways than just utter fear. Letting out an exaggerated huff as you hopped out of the car, but of course because your, you a dramatic exit wouldn’t be complete without you rolling your eyes at him. In which he just chuckled while you swayed past ,placing a quick pat on your ass as you headed towards his men .
Taehyung crouched down in front of the kid, that was now sobbing. Planting his hand on his shoulder “Hey..” his tone was somber trying to get his attention ..”I’m gonna help you out a little..you can keep the car, my men will give you a new plate and some cash…but I need you to help me out first…” His eyes widened..after hearing that. In all honesty he probably did not have the money for a greyhound, and if he had a car…he could maybe sleep in that instead of a motel and save money.
Nodding his head eagerly in response “What the fuck was this about?” Pausing for a moment not sure if he was having second thoughts or just trying to get his thoughts together, so Tae thought he’d try to coax him along “Listen, If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it already…and I still can, Not to sound like a total dick but what happens to you once I pull out of here has no affect on my life.”
Pausing purposely really wanting that resonate with him, making sure he understood that Taehyung really didin;t have to help him.
“I’m trying to help you, but I need you to help me too..do you understand?“ Still keeping his voice calm even though at this point he was about out of patience this boy had about 2 seconds to speak…and it was clear he picked up on it
“Yes….” His almost passive response was met by Taehyung's unforgiving glare, play time was over..he needed answers. “I-honestly don’t know the reason…the guy who comes into the packie they call him Zeb, but I don’t know if that’s his real name. it’s-it’s not like they told me hey we’re planning a shoot out, but I was at the party the whole time as a server. They told me to go in and interview, I guess they were hiring more people for just that one event .I -I did have a que to leave..it was prior to the shootout..so I guess that technically clarifies they were in on it.”
Taehyung’s eyes studied him as he talked, watching his mannerisms, his eye contact..eye movements..even the way he was fidgeting. Trying to see if he seemed..genuine or rehearsed “Only other thing I know is Zeb is usually always with someone, but the day he brought me my clothes the car was different. Memorable I guess? Typically he was always in something I don’t know more low key..this one was an old school candy apple red corvette…I don't know if that helps but..that’s all I got, a possible name and a car...I’m sorry. I’m just really sorry...” Throwing his hands up while letting lout deep exhale,body still trembling slightly but Tae could tell he felt relieved to get that off his chest. To be honest, it didn’t really help, the problem is..Marco probably had new men because none of Leos would help and Tae didn’t know any of them yet. But the car was definitely something to look out for, and he could also do some snooping on Marco’s soilders at a later date.
Giving his arm a squeeze before standing up with a slight smile,abruptly signaling for his men to come closer “Jhonny, Benny search the car first, make sure there isn’t anything we need…before he leaves. I want a full z30 on this bitch, head to toe! Twice if you have to, run over it with a BL when your done to double check, also leave him with a envelope…” Finally bringing his gaze over to this child, not even asking him,what his name was. I guess Taehyung felt he deserved to keep that to himself, he was already thrown into way more than he bargained for. He seemed so overwhelmed by it all, I don't think it really set in until now. “Take care of yourself kid! Use the money wisely…just lay low for a little Im sure this will all pass ”
The boy sniffled and nodded, “Thank you!” Was all he was able to croke out before turning back to Jhonny for further instruction.
While you stood posted against his car, you were actually too far away to hear what was discussed, his face had you curious. A couple guards, were sprawled around you after what happened earlier they’d be damned if they let you out of there site. Walking up to you, grabbing your waist pulling your body into his, massaging your ass in his palm, fuck it felt so good to have him like this. To have him this close outside of sex…don’t worry you still knew better but fuck it felt good.
“Were about to head out,you wanna run in there and grab yourself something to keep you Preoccupied before we go?” Waiving a 50 in your face, with a slight smirk. Snatching it right out of his hand like a big kid as you skipped into the gas station. His eyes immediately shot over to one of his men, in which they took the hint with the quickness to follow you into the store. The minute he heard the door close behind you, the base in his voice echoed throughout the almost empty lot, he was cutting into his men, hard. While you were picking out all of your goodies you heard a couple loud thuds outside not even wanting to know what was happening .
The sound clearly startled the clerk as he went to check outside, and you knew this wouldn’t be good. Both yourself and his guard ran out behind him, only to find Tae, striking the icebox with his fist. Each grunt that left, his chest subsided little by little. “Hey! what the hell do you think your doin man!?”
Shit, shit shit, he actually yelled at him, clearly he didn’t know who he was dealing with.. I mean yes obviously Tae is destructing his property so he has every right to be upset this just..fuck this wasn’t a good time to address him in that tone of voice. “Nothing to see here man I’m just leavin..” His tone of voice was alarmly calm in contrast to the blows he was taking to the iceox as well, as his bruised,slightly bloody knuckles. God he had such nice hands why did he have to fucking attack the icebox! His eyes gazed up at the clerk jaw tight, while his hand rested on his hip, suit jacket, no I’m sorry let me specify his Versace suit jacket was on the ground in front of him.
The sarcastic chuckle echoed across the empty parking lot “Are you fucking kidding me!? You’re damaging my property and your bitch over here has a bunch of shit in her hand she didn’t pay for..” You went completely wide eye and actually speechless at the derogatory slur as you honestly didn’t realize you had the stuff in your hand, before you could even say anything you found yourself distracted by Taehyung. You watched his expression change it was almost like he backed out, strolling towards the clerk slowly..too slow actually “You know what man..your right I’m sorry let me pay you for the damages..” None of you expected that..his tone even changed..it as lighter..a slight smile moved up is face, as he cranked back decking the clerk dead in the face. He was literally on the ground, blood oozing out his nose, while Mazda reached over to grab Taehyungs blazer off the ground.
Tae singinally for you to come in his direction with his middle finger and you followed. Purposely stepping over the “gentleman” as you walked, lightly digging the heel of your red bottom in his abdomen as you amouvered over him. You heard he rasp our the word “Bitch” causing to to turn around, pressing your heel firm against his throat, until he was damn near crying “I’m sorry what was that!? Yeah like I thought, who's the bitch now!” Tae’s grip on your arm was damn near the only thing stopping you from legitimely gouging his adam's apple out with your shoe!
“I really should come back and unload a good 15 rounds through this bitch!” Pausing slightly..letting his eyes scan the perimeter of the gas station “Actually..meh..I still might..oh have fun getting that nose realigned, you got a bit of a hump anyway..maybe they can even that out for ya!!“ Turning away slowly taking his time strolling back to the car, hands stayed connected to your waist the entire way, his grip was firm, wasit flesh to your ass. As dysfunctional as it may sound, seeing each other in this element was one of your biggest turn ons you’d consider it a knink but I dont ink there a “mob/mafia” kink list. Both of you guys equally powerful, and dangerous in your own right. He felt just as secure with you as you did him!
The plan was standard...simple, Taehyung would drive you two himself, but one of his men wouldn’t be more than 10 feet away as you guys commuted through the city. The drive from the gas station to the bridge was about 35 minutes. Upon crossing the bridge the other 3 cars would tail him as he crossed into the city. The driver that would ghost him the whole drive had a very standard car, just a black chrysler 300 nothing that would seem suspicious or draw attention, under the hood it was a damn monster but he the surface it was low key. Taehyung on the other hand, he was a different story, not sure why they brought this particular car for him. It was a matte black Jaguar F type, it had racing tires and a turbo engine and sat lower than it’s supposed to. Point being it looks like a race car, you just felt like it would draw attention to him, not too familiar with who ran this territory as well as how clean there cops were. The car just screamed “Money..” so you knew he would catch people’s attention just out of curiosity. Taehyung’s tires alone were enough to get him flicked, but he was a drifter, so more than likely he asked for this one.
All four cars pulled out together and actually stayed in a straight line a good 3 miles. So much had gone on you didn’t even know what time it was, the party started early..around 5..so between that and the commotion it was only pushing 11 at night. Taehyung’s hand found a firm grip on your thigh as he drove.. Not saying much, and you were fine with that, you knew he had a lot on his mind right now. You felt his palm starts to massage your thigh, slowly making its way higher, and higher..eyes fluttering over in his direction while his stayed focused on the road. The sound of some form of R&B floated through your ears in the background, you were tensing your thighs not giving him what he wanted. You could feel, his nails digging into you until you spread your legs the way he wanted.
“God your so damn sexy....” Always down to give you endless amounts of praise.
Letting his index finger sooth up your slit and your eyes glanced over at him, his jaw laxed and his neck reclined, there was nothing sexier than the way he reacted to your body. You could’ve sworn he was the one getting pleasured with the form of euphoria he was in. His fingers rocked up and down your clit ,rubbing gentle circles, you could phsycaly hear how wet you were …his fingers were damn near sticking to you. “Tae..” Reclining back in your seat, letting your eyes flutter shut as you spread your legs even further, the needy cry left your lips as he slid two fingers in.
“Baby, your already soo fucking wet, fuck, goodamn” His voice was so calm., and so smooth, as it laced through your ears, it was almost like you could feel every words course through your body. Going in knuckle deep making you slouch down completely in your seat, tightening your walls around his fingers “I know you fuckin love it when I get angry, You were standing over there with no fucking panties on just dripping down your thighs weren’t you baby? This pretty little pussy was just throbbing for me..” He continued to work you with his fingers, adding a third, as he curled them against you.
“Yes, fuck you already know how much I love it..oh my god you feel so good!” He continued to work you, while you felt yourself run down your thighs and his custom leather seats ..until you heard the GPS cut in letting him know he’d be turning in a half mile. You knew at that point once he entered a main road he’d need to focus. Needing him to stop before you got any closer you took a firm grip on his hand pulling his fingers away and lacing them into your mouth with a moan, purposely as you knew how much he loved that…a hiss left his lips as he watched a slight chuckle leaving your lips as you pulled away. His hand landed right back on your thigh, still keeping a firm grip on it,, almost as if he didn’t want you to forget what he could do at any second..You watched him approach the fork in the road and you knew that’s where they’d separate. The road was quiet..didn’t seem like there were too many business on this side of town slightly rural.
While stopped at a light you both watched a black car pull out a lot and turn into the lane to your right, it was a standard cadillac, the windows slightly tinted . Neither of you seemed concerned Taehyung’s eyes did cut over quickly just out of habit, once the light turned green the car hesitated, it was almost like he purposely waited to go, wanting to be a couple feet behind Taehyung . It didn’t take long for one of his men to notice as he creeped up his speed a little to lock in the space behind him, incase this guy tired too. “Who the fuck are you..” you heard him whisper out to himself, he didn’t seem concerned, moreso intrigued.
‘Don’t worry boss I see’em” The voice that came through the speaker was Mazda, Johnny and himself are Taehyung’s right hand soldiers and he was also one hell of a driver. Taehyung sped up purposely to see if the other driver would react and he did. The grip on your thigh got tighter and you already knew you needed to make sure your seatbelt was buckled as tight as it could. “Once the light turns green, I’m blowing all of em the next 4 miles ..” He spoke into the speaker , Mazda didn’t verbally respond but you heard him pump his gas a couple times, causing a mischievous smirk to move up Tae’s face “Thatta boy..”.
The minute the light went green, he eased into it..staying at a steady 40 for a minute before quickly moving up towards 90. Blowing through the next 2 lights, as he approached the 3rd he clearly had a split second decision “Hold on love” He was still pushing 90 when he cradled the wheel in his hand, making tight, tightttt turn, completely spinning around in the center of the road. No other car would be able to handle a turn like that, thank God the road was pretty much dead or else you probably would have shit a brick with how fast he whipped that turn. Driving back in the opposite direction, before making a quick right down a side street. You heard tires screech and a slight thud, which Taehyung ignored if anything, the caddy hammered the break trying to keep up with Tae and whip that turn and Mazda purposely tapped him to give you guys time to speed off. His eyes glanced down at his Gps, noticing 2 streets down, was a dead end residential cul de sac. Easing down on the gas he turned down the side street. Upon approaching a stop sign he knew he needed a place to lay low for a couple minutes.
One if his best skills is being quick on his toes deciding he was going to his left,pulling up just enough to turn around. Shutting his headlights off heading down the side street, in reverse,not even sure if you could breathe at this point. Bagging into the driveway of the house at the end of the street. All the lights were off but it as clear people were home, fingers crossed know one looked out there damn window. “Where did you go!!?” Mazda finally spoke out probably tired of trying to find him. Taehyung had a tracker on the car he was driving but no one had one on his. Not trusting the possibility of someone snatching one of his mens work cars.
“I see you, stay where your at..I’ll be….” Pausing mid sentence watching a car creep down the opposite end of the dead end,but he actually had his lights on, another rookie move. You could tell by how slow he was driving he look for you two. “There ya go..keep drivin’ buddy..” you felt his hand massage up your thigh, just trying to keep you calm. Squeezing his hand a little to let him know you were still good, even though your stomach was in 23422 knots you were still good. “Find me a busy Main rd, now! Unless you want to just start firing rounds at every damn car that looks suspect , so yes that means I’m firing rounds at every fucking black car I see …” you could hear it in his voice , he was tired, cranky,and fed up ! In his mind there’s no reason he should’ve been in this position to begin with. You watched his GPS reroute him, keeping his lights off until he made his way out of the subdivision. Once turning onto a back road, you watched Mazdas car pull into the left lane and it wasn’t long before that Cadillac was back.
“Alright buddy you wanna run , we can run !” Taehyung pressed on the gas , he could see a pretty busy intersection approaching at the end of this backroad.“How much do you trust me ?” He quickly glanced over at you honestly not sure if you wanted to respond.
“Ughh, Fuckkk, more than I wanna admit ,why?” He could hear the timidness in your tone, not responding just smirking down at you with a dark chuckle that made your stomach turn. Reaching down to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, he could sense you were nervous..pulling your hand up to his mouth leaving a couple delicate kisses. Fuck who was this man!?? Because this is not at all what your use too..Once the arrow turned green to approach the intersection he hit the gas to damn near a hundred and so did the Cadillac “Fuck Tae!!” You gritted our through clenched teeth. This street was busy really busy, as he weaved his way through lanes . In and out, in and out until he got were he needed to be, at this point the cady couldn’t keep with his his speed, skill or the aerodynamics of Tae’s car which allowed him to do this so effortlessly. There was only one turn needed before it was a straight shot to the bridge . The light was yellow , and you guessed it he blew it , turning red right as he was turning , taking a tight grip on the wheel spinning, damn near doing a burn out into the turn lane. “Kim Tae-fucking -Hyung” you damn near screamed at him and all he did was laugh as he barely merged you two in between a truck and a semi that was also pulling into the lane from a gas station.
It felt like your heart was in your damn pinky toe as you waited for the light to turn green. The minute the tail of his car pulled into the lane a truck blew by, if he miscalculated even by an inch you two could’ve been dead ! He smiled his big boxy grin back at you , and you couldn’t help but laugh “Shit Tae I almost pissed myself! What the fuck!” Punching his arm playfully even though in all honesty he deserved it . Leaning over placing a ton of messy kisses all over your face as you tried to swat him away, to be honest you did love the adrenaline rush, it didn’t take long for your yelling to turn into laughing!
Remember how I said he wouldn’t make impulsive dangerous decisions with you around? Well that was only if he wasn’t the one in charge, Taehyung was genuinely calm the entire ride. He knew how skilled of a driver he was and how much his car could handle. Even if it didn’t feel like it to you he was in control the entire time. The ride to the bridge the rest of the way was smooth . His men all tailing him when needed, the drive into the city was still another half hour though, the windows were cracked while Taehyung’s playlist streamed in the background the cool airbrushing over your skin made you doze off at some point. Glancing over at you periodically as the wind dusted over your body, you looked so beautiful and so peaceful, he literally wanted to scream, he found himself squeezing the wheel tighter than usual. Almost purposely wanting to inflict more pain on his already pulsing hand. How did he let himself get to this point with you? And why can’t he snap out of it tonight? It seems like everytime he catches himself, he slips right back into it.. He spent the entire drive home trying to wreck his brain, to rationalize what happened today. There just didn’t appear to be a point, it all just seemed like a waste of money and what was accomplished? Between the shoot out, ,the attempted kidnapping, AND who the fuck was in the Cadillac, and the red Corvette? Was this maybe a distraction for something bigger? Or was Marco just really this incompetent? Or were you two wrong was it even Marco? Who the flying fuck is Zeb!? The fact that nothing made sense..was unsettling to say the least, maybe that was the point…to make everyone feel uneasy…
Waking up to a couple airy kisses on your neck “Come on baby…” He whispered against your skin as your eyes fluttered open, you almost thought you were dreaming actually. He never used the pet name outside of sex, clearly he must be fucking delirious and exhausted … vision still a little blurry as you watched him walk over to open your door. Then you realized where you were, Taehyung owned a gentlemans club a really nice one actually it was in a 3 story brick loft, he had a secret penthouse apartment on the 3rd level. That only certain people knew about , it looked like something straight out of Aricturtial Digest . But due to the location Tae never kept anything..of value here, which may sound mind boggling as this place was lavish as all hell but the nice couches, the custom bed, full bar, walk in glass shower and blah blah blah, that didnt mean shit to him. Important stuff he stored, like pictures of his mom and family, gifts from his parents, family airlumes , that’s what mattered. Which he kept at his house which was gated , completely isolated and heavily watched. At the end of the day, yes this man loved a good Gucci suite but he knew what really mattered in life, and it wasn’t all this material shit. There was a separate closed off entrance to the building..it took you down alley..which was sandwiched between the club, and a packie that was beneath a small apartment complex. Your families owned the complex under a alailas LLC name as well, a lot of Tae’s soldiers lived in that building. There was “secret” back entrance ,a double sided iron gate, you walked through to a covered courtyard esque walkway that lead to the back door of the building in which you were both greeted by one of his guards.
“Bengie’s here by the way!” ..Bengie..short for Benjamin…slang for $100 bills..Bengie’s real name was Hoseok, he was there best launders, money, drugs, you name it, you figured he must’ve been here to either do a pick up…or a drop off on a run he just complete. He wasn’t to be fucked with, as he was also one of there cleaners if need be. Meaning if things got messy and someone had to be taken out….Bengies your man. Which is insane that he dose such a gruesome job because when this man smiles your face literally feels compelled to do it with him, like you don’t have a choice.
You two walked down the hallway,this wing of the building is where all the business that did not pertain to the actual club took place, The smell of expensive cologne and cigars hit your nose“ Hey, I need to make a couple calls, hang out here for a minute then will go upstairs for the night okay?” His tone was almost somber has he stroked your face, he knew you were tired..just nodding in response, as you continued to stroll down the hallway. Upon looking to your right you spotted a familiar face, the room was guarded instantly stepping aside once you go closer “Damn, they actually let your ass back over the border!?” Leaning against the door frame with a slight smile on your face as he glanced over at you. Always in black and always wearing sunglasses. He was tall. Not super skinny either, had a pretty good build on his, Dark locks that typically sat parted to the side, occasional falling in his face. Like Taehyung his skin also always kept a warm olive complexion but Hoseok in contrast to Tae, held a much thicker accent when he spoke. “Hi lovely” Smiling back at you as he strolled over giving you a warm hug. He always smelled amazing and he was fine, damn fine, but unlike Jimin and Namjoon, he was someone that could call Taehyung Tae Tae and he would answer. So you’ve never even entertained the thought no matter how good he looked! Also more importantly he had a lady..her name was Lola, but you all called her Bunny. On the surface she was a ballet instructor but behind closed doors she was one of the accounts within the circle.
Unlike Taehyung, he wouldn’t live in fear, no he didn’t broadcast it but it wasn’t necessarily a secret either.“I heard you two had an interesting night..”
Scoffing in response as you ran your fingers through your hair“Yeah something like that, I still don’t get what really happened, just seemed like a damn mess to me ”
“I literally wanna rangle his throat, I can’t stand the kid, I already told Tae next time I see him I’m knocking his ass out, bottom line!” You watched him stuff some packages in a black leather YSL overnight bag.
“Where ya headed?”
“Hong Kong, then I’m stationary for a little bit. Thank God Bunny’s ready to kill me..” Smiling over at you as he continued to pack, still blew your mind that he did the type of work he did..he just doesn’t look like the type. But that’s what makes him perfect for the job.
‘Hey Luxx? V said he’s ready when you are!” Almost jumping at that offer god you were so ready to get in bed.
“Okay tell him I'm on my way..” The guard nodded before stepping out and you walked over giving Hoseok one more hug before you left. You hugged him tight, you always did, he had one of the riskier jobs and you just never know..you never know. As cynical as it may sound, in this line of work, nothing promised, nothing.
He chuckled a little once he felt the grip you had on him “Don’t worry sweetheart, I always find my way back home..You know this! I got too much to come back to, to go down without a hell of a fight!” Glancing back at you with a wink before giving you one of his infamous big smiles, that again it was impossible not to do in return.
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The two of you made you way up to his apartment, ironically it always seemed like you ended up here around the same time frames . After 10 when one or the both of you were feeling needy. Like I mentioned it was beautiful the man had great taste. You could either take the stairs or a private elevator both were key coded, and I believe his apartment door was literally bullet proof. Not that it mattered there was always a guard posted outside the door. It was a very open floor plan, 3 bedrooms, 3 baths, a walk in closet, full bar, gorgeous hardwood floors with high ceilings, exposed brick throughout.Taking your coat and shoes off you sat on his plush California King, when you watched him stroll over in your direction, only removing his suit jacket at this point slowly placing his hands on your waist “So, I know I said we could go to bed..” the minute he said that you rolled your eyes…already knowing were this was going “ Butttt…I gotta meet with Hoseok before he leaves for Hong Kong…” You couldn’t help but pout, you understood but you were feeling selfish you didnt care you needed him your thighs were still throbbing.
Picking up on the oblivious pouty lip he climbed on the bed hovering over you, letting his lips brush over yours “But, go get in the shower, relax a little and when I get back up here….” He started leaving kisses down your neck, sucking down on the already bruised skin from earlier in the night. “ You know I’ll take care of you, I always do. I’ll eat your pretty little pussy until you come so hard you can’t see straight..” He breathed out against your neck as he hand crept up your dress, Teasing your slit with his middle finger as you arched into his touch.
“Tae..” The breathy cry left your lips, as he slowly slid two fingers in , rocking them back and forth..pulling out to lace his tongue around them. Licking your juices off his fingers like it was the best thing he had all day “Soo fuckin good” . A cocky smirk left his lips as you whined once he pulled away
“I promise I’ll be back baby! I’m gonna turn on the shower for you before I go, if you need me call me, but Brice is posted outside the elevator if you need him.” You heard his voice echo off the marble walls of his bathroom. Placing a quick kiss on your forehead before heading out the door.Far too tired to dissect the sudden subspace he seemed to have crept into were he actually acted like he had feelings.
Rolling out of bed you walked into his bathroom, it was all gray and white marble, his shower big enough to fit about 10 people and it had 4 shower heads,. Throwing your hair in a bun you stipped down before stepping in the shower. Just sitting down on the bench letting the water and steam consume you as you tried to relax. You stayed in there for maybe a good 20 minutes the sinks were on the opposite side of the room behind a wall, wrapping a towel around your chest you walked over wanting to brush your teeth before getting in bed you noticed a familiar box. It was from Agent provocateur, you felt like a kid on Christmas. Who didn’t love surprises, you honestly we’re not sure if he was serious or not when he said it in the car. it was really sexy that he wasn’t afraid to pick out what he liked. It was a 4 piece set, a bra, suspender, panties and thigh highs for the suspenders to hook through. All 3 clothing pieces had black trim, the actual material was a mesh tuell, so the bra panties and suspenders were completely see through with slight black and silver glitter throughout. The underwear were a cheeky fit, and the bra had amazing support , the pieces just hugged every inch of your body perfectly.. Taking your hair out of the bun, lathering your body in lotion before putting the pieces on, giving yourself a couple one overs in the mirror. You couldn’t even deny it, you looked good, damn good! Walking out of the bathroom, strolling into the bedroom you were too focused adjusting the straps to the suspenders to notice was was standing in the doorway. He cleared his throat and you instantly snapped up, eyes meeting his with a slight smile as your ran your fingers through your hair, strolling over to the bed slowly, making sure to let your hips sway as you walked. He watched your every move carefully as you readjusted on the bed, reclining on the bed slightly keeping your eyes locked with his.
You’d never get over the way he looked at you in moments like these, it’s what kept you coming back. When the two of you had sex, all his walls came down that’s when he was vulnerable and affectionate, the first time he ever called you baby was when he buried deep was inside you, hand around your throat making you cum. Typically that’s the only time you heard that name until tonight.. You watched his eyes trace over your slowly , letting his tongue trace over his bottom lip taking in every inch of you. God you looked even better than he imagined . Still leaning against the door frame, hand in his pockets, head resting against the wall he hadn’t said anything yet and it was killing you . It was like he could sense it though the minute you went to speak up “I don’t know why you’re staring at me like that you know what position I want you in . You’re only torturing yourself I’m sure your already soaked, lay the way I want you…” His voice was so calm, yet so assertive, and he was right you were already soaked, the sound of his voice alone did things to your body that you couldn’t even explain. You could tell the mood he was in tonight, not wasting any time your rolled over, crawling up the center of the bed. Getting down into one of the deepest arches you could! You heard a deep growl leave his chest as he walked towards you .
His hand soothed up your ass slowly before slamming back down on it hard causing your whole body to jerk. “Don’t make me have to tell you what to do next time, you already know what I like..” You felt the bed shift as he crawled up the bed , lips finding their way up your back as his hands massaged your shoulders, Letting his hands palm your hips and he gently grinded his clothed body into yours, just teasing you for the hell of it. Digging his thumbs into your sides “Fuck your so perfect, god. Look at you.” The sound of his voice almost like he couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe he got so lucky. Marveling at how amazing you looked in the mesh material, how confident and sexy he could tell you felt in it. His hands moved up the front of your body, massaging your breasts through the thin material as they traveled. Letting one hand find a place around your neck, With a firm grip he pulled your body against his, making you flesh with his chest. Reclining your neck against his shoulder as he sucked on the skin beneath your ear. His other hand teased your bottom lip as he watched you suck his fingers into your mouth, a slight moan leaving your lips.
“Your so damn sexy you know that? ” his words coming out almost as a moan as he rocked his hips against your ass, sliding his fingers out, creeping past the hem of your panties to massage your clit. Digging your nails into his arm your neck rolled back on his shoulder, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to yours. He kissed you hard, lacing his tongue against yours as you moaned out into his mouth, deepening the kiss bringing his hand up to cup your face, while his other left your core to squeeze your ass. “Bend over for me baby..” Re adjusting your body in the same deadly position ou started in, like he said earlier he loved you ass up , lingerie. Grabbing both thighs he let his hands roam your body, starting by massaging your hips as kissed his way up the back of your thighs. Slowly making his way over to your ass alternating between kisses, and digging his teeth into the sensitive skin leaving small little reminders that every inch of you was always his regardless.
Breathy moans left your lips and your hands palmed sheets in anticipation “Baby , have I ever told you how perfect your pussy is ?” Before you could even respond you felt his finger hook the material out of the way.. his lips kissed up your folds . While his hands massaged your ass, you could hear him moan against your core. Always sounding like he was genuinely enjoying pleasing you at first they were just simple kisses, the feeling of his plush lips along your core. Then suddenly his tongue got involved and your whole body jerked away from him , as you were caught off guard by the sudden feeling causing his hand to slam down hard on your ass again . Rule number one when he was in control he was in control unless he told you to move you didn’t move.
“Tae..” the cry left your lips so faint as you face meet the bed, keeping his tongue flat and complete extended from his mouth he made multiple slow long, strokes up and down your slit, occasionally teasing your entrance with his tongue. The grip on your ass got tighter , your body was still subconsciously jerking away from him, it had been literally almost 2 months since he tongue was on you like this, and you were so sensitive. “Be a good girl, you can take it..” Letting his tongue roll against your clit before sucking it in his mouth completely , while he effortlessly slid two fingers in, you were already dripping down his face.
“Oh fuck.” You felt your body jerk again but this time you accidentally slid further down on the bed, which was a mistake because it actually gave him better access. It felt like your mind went blank when he touched you, nothing else mattered all you could focus on was how fucking good you felt. As he continued rocking his fingers against you, long enough to hit all the places you needed while the moans leaving his mouth sent vibrations echoing through your entire body.
“God you have such a pretty pussy, always gets so fucking wet for me, taking my fingers so well..” He praised against your folds, which only made you tighten your grip around him “Arch up more for me baby, come sit your pussy on my face..” God the sound of that set your stomach on fire , flipping over on his back, he reached out for your hips. Placing you right were he wanted you. He always preferred for you to ride his face from the front, because then he could see every expression on your face. He had you your body slightly elevated so his fingers could access you as well. Snaking his hand behind your thigh sliding 2 fingers in slowly curling them upwards as he wrapped his tongue around my clit . Sucking in slowly and your entire body immentially tightened around him, thighs already starting to spazz.
Rolling his tongue up…and down ending the motion by wrapping his lips around the tip of your clit suctioning his lips around the nerve humming out, radiating vibrations through your core. . Treating your clit the same way he did your mouth, his tongue, licked, sucked, twirled, it’s way around every inch of your most sensitive area.“Oh-myyyy-fuckkkkk” it felt like you were straining to get words out, your body reacted to him like its been years since you been touched..like this.
Arching back slightly letting your hands roamed up the front of your body before finding their place in your hair as you started rolling your hips up into his mouth. Which he fucking loved, this man lived for you to ride his face. Reclining your head back,as your eyes fluttered shut .It felt like he placed his entire mouth on it , his tongue moved slow but wide …it was like he was getting in …every inch of you. Placing his tongue directly on the head of your clit ,flicking it…toying with you a little giving you the sensation of anticipation, your body jerking against his tongue every time. Occasionally teasing at your opening siding his tongue in:..and out …”God yes, fuck baby…”you were starting to grow more and more sensitive as he let his tongue mercissily attack your clit.
Thighs trying to clench around his head involuntarily, you could hear him growl against your dripping folds as your juices ran down your thighs and his face , as he’d yanked your legs apart so you weren’t restricting him. His hands steady massaging your thighs, moving to cup your ass so he could push you closer into his mouth.,You could feel him start to slow down and you wanted to cry you were so close and you knew exactly why. Looking down eyelids heavy only to find him looking up at you as he rolled his tongue against your core . He loved eye contact …every time you’d look away he slow down or smack your ass.. “Good girl” His words came out gravley against your center as he slid his hand back under your thigh to continue working you with his fingers. The base in his voice sending waves through your body “Fuck ..baby dont stop, don’t-“ As your msucles started to tense, his motions got more Intense sliding his finger out making you sit completely against his mouth before just applying steady pressure . Sucking on your clit until your entire body unravled above him and he didn’t stop .
Your body collapsed down on the bed over him as you clawed at his sheets, not even able to cry out anymore while your entire body trembled. Your mind was still hazy,you almost felt high you were on such a wave right now.His hands found there way to yours intertwining your fingers with his, but don’t be fooled this endearing moment was also a way to keep you put. He could feel how hard you were shaking and he didn’t ease up, keeping his lips pressed against your clit as he left faint kisses up and down your core, wiggling his fingers free, his hands roamed up and down your back as you tried to remember how to breathe. Wiping his face with his hand, as he smirked up at you.. Rolling you over gently he hovered over you, kissing your forehead, while massaging your thigh. Leaning down letting your lips connect to his, the taste of your juices fresh against his tongue as you moaned out into the kiss.
Panting against his tongue, while your chest felt like it was collapsing..thighs still spazzing even as you laid flat on your back “Breathe, baby breathe..” breaking away from the kiss to press his lips over every inch of skin he could reach in an attempt to calm your body down.
The moment was great until outta nowhere you heard a loud bang on his door the two of you couldn’t help but jump as his apartment was completely silent prior, “You have got to be shitting me..” He rolled of the bed beyond furious grabbing his gun off the table before walking over to check the monitor to see who was at the door. It was one of his guards and…Namjoon? You heard slight conversation but you couldn’t make it out, your body too weak to care honestly.
“Hey Luxx? Can you come out here for a second? “ Jumping of the bed, almost falling actually as your legs still felt like mush, grabbing a robe before tilting your head out of the room
“You have got to be shiting me! Do you know how long I’ve been looking for your ass!? Why is your phone dead!?Do you realize I could be sleeping or,getting fucked right now!? Instead I’m not I’m here but clearly you did so at least one of us are happy!” He was furious,But Taehyung and yourself couldn’t help but snort out a laugh at how angry he was.. and then it clicked, you kinda sorta forgot to call your dad. You stared back at him completely blank, I mean what the fuck was there for you to say? You fuked up..
“Really luxx? You know the way Sunny is! Are you trying to get my dick cut off?Have you forgotten how much you beg for this thing?!You heard me tell him I’d-!” Even Though his tone was slightly playful he was serious, he promised your dad he’s get you out safe, so it wasn’t a good look by any means that it’s going on 230 in the morning and he hadn’t heard from you. He was honestly probably planning Taehyung’s funeral as we speak.
“Shit, I know, I know,I’m sorry, I’m really sorry tonight was just..a mess! Joonie call my dad please.“
‘Sure..” His tone was beyond dry he was officially done with you for the next few days at this rate. Placing the call on speaker you heard it ring, and your stomach turned
“Talk to me kid, did you find her?! God I swear If not I’m gonna kill Tae-”
” Hi dad…” Trying to sound as sweet as possible but that shit wasn’t flying…’
“Are you fucking kidding me !? God your lucky your my baby girl because if you were my son I’d bash your head in in right now, I’ve been having a heart attack! If it wasn’t for Taehyung having the common sense to at least call HIS father. I wouldnt have a clue where you were! Shit Y/N..I’m just..” The more he talked the calmer he became...originally his tone was on 10..damn near screaming through the phone “I’m glad your okay especially after what happened with Park Jr tonight!! I just- I’m just glad your okay…!” his tone now went from calm went to almost..exhaustion but the more important thing in all of this ..what the fuck happened to Jimin!?
All three of your faces reflected confusion and concern “Dad…” Your tone indicating you needed him to go into greater detail…there was a slight pause before he continued which only had you more concerned .
“He’s fine, at least in comparison to the guy who tried to hit a lick on him. I don’t know for sure..he got a phone call from someone who he thought was one of the caregivers…but apparently it wasn't…” Your brow furrowed in, in frustration, and confusion honestly. He was being very vague which was frustrating to say the least
“For what? Tree? ‘ Taehyung cut in. Your father let out a deep sigh it was clear he didnt wanna get into this tonight.
“It was laced, purposely it was a special batch that was intended to go overseas..actually it’s one of the batches that’s supposed to go with Hoseok…Which I’ve already dealt with by the way.” You all still stayed quiet, there were too many missing pieces to this story. But more importantly, somethings wrong..really fucking wrong how are people suddenly infiltrating your circle so easily!?
“Alright, well with that being said, meet at the ferry at 1..were going to the Island to meet Dino for dinner..please don’t call Jimin let him rest, he’s still a little bruised up, he will be there tomorrow! Luxx, baby I love you, Taehyung, thank you! ..thank you..Joon, sorry she wasted your night! “ He hung up after that, abrupt and in true Sunny fashion, granted it was pushing 3Am though. Still he didn't even wait for any of you to respond, because he didn't want one. Not in the mood for a million questions while you 3 just kinda stared at each other mind fucked.
Dino was Leo’s brother, the island was private property and you guys owed a ton of land over there, and ran some of your business on that side of town. The air stayed silent until You heard a morbid chuckle come Namjoon’s direction “Tomorrow’s gonna be fun..well, it’s late, as hell and I’m exhausted so I’ll see you guys at 1 ….apparently! Lux I’m still mad at you..but I’m just glad your okay!” You smiled back at him,. Reaching over to give him a quick hug mouthing out “I’m sorry” as you pulled away.
“V, always a pleasure man!” . Once he walked out, Taehyung’s eyes cut over to you, He was pissed, his word was all he had, so he still wasn’t happy that you never told your dad you two were okay..even if it wasn’t until you guys back to his apartment that’s still been damn near 2 hours! He didn’t say anything as he grabbed a glass off the counter, that had some sort of Bourbon as he walked over to have a seat on the couch.
You let out a whiney sigh before following him, crawling over to straddle his lap, he wasn’t happy, not even a smile in site “Baby I’m sorry..I’m sorry…”
Taking the last sip of his drink his brow raised in slight amusement of your whining “Mmm,you’d be really sorry if one of your uncles showed up here with a gun to my head huh?” His tone was stale, fuckk you were in trouble..You were pouting and he didn’t care, he straight faced the hell outta you. Leaning down you nuzzled your lips in the crook of his neck, while your fingers worked the buttons of his dress shirt, leaving kisses down his neck to his collarbone. Once his shirt was unbuttoned your hands went to work his belt buck, he still didn’t say anything eyes trained on yours,.Pulling the zipper down, you started palming him through his boxers.
“You can look at it all you want but it’s not gonna suck itself” There was no sense of warmth in his tone at ll yet, for some reason that turned you on even more. He lifted his hips a little so his pants and boxers weret adding pressure, he was already semi hard, which isn’t surprising. Damn near everything you did turned him on “Don’t even think about..” you looked back at him in confusion as to why he would stop you from sucking him off “Take your damn robe off..you know better” How could you forget again..ass up, untying the rob letting it fall where it landed “If your good maybe I’ll play with your pussy while my cocks in your mouth, I’m sure she’s still soaked, probably actually getting wetter as I speak…” His tongue laced his bottom lip as he watched your every move.
Lowering yourself, placing your tongue right at the base licking up slowly, lapping your tongue around the tip and back down the other side .Repeating the motion until he was completely coated, breathy moans started to leave his lips as his hand found the back of your neck. Once you knew he was lubricated enough you took half of him in your hand and the rest in your mouth. Placing your lips on the tip, going as low as you could before you started to gag “Fuckkk, that’s it baby…” Pulling back you spit slightly on his tip letting it drip down as you started to work the base in your hand, bobbing your head, letting your lips touch your hand every time so every inch of him was covered. Moaning out against his cock as you honestly enjoyed pleasing him hearing his low gravely moans because of you were one of your biggest turn ons. You felt him start to palm your ass with his opposite hand, still keeping one in your hair. His fingers started teasing your slit which was still drenched “Fuck baby, your still so fuckign wet, you like sucking me off baby? Does it make your pussy wet knowing how good you make me feel ? Fuck you take me soo well.” He started rocking your body as he worked you clit causing you to bob your head harder but he wasn’t too rough so you didn’t mind, as he slightly rocked his hips into you.
“God, I love fucking your throat” Your moans against him got even louder as he started rubbing your clit more aggressively before sliding two fingers in. You keep bobbing your head and working him with your hand, as you got closer to the tip you’d suck down a little harder knowing that was his soft spot. Your eyes fluttered up, just in time to watch his close in pure pleasure as he sunk down deeper into the couch.You could feel him pushing harder and harder against your tongue and you knew he was close. Pulling back you swirls your tongue around his tip a couple time before fully deep throating him. Letting him hit the back of your throat everytime he actually loved hearing, and feeling you gag around him. You knew your limits though, almost able to take all of him in once you were warmed up enough, throat completely relaxed.
“Fuck, keeping going baby, make me cum, I’m so close Y/N fuckk..” You couldn’t even believe the sound of his voice right now it was soo deep, and breathy he was so vocal tonight and fucking loved it. You felt the grip on your hair get tighter and you swatted his hand away from your clit, you knew he was close and having him working you while you worked him was too distracting while trying to get him off. Too fucked out to even care as he looked down at you with hooded eyes. Taking him back in your hand while you worked the tip with your mouth, applying more pressure towards the tip you feel him start to throb repeatedly and you knew it, he…was cumming “Fuckkkk” he looked, and sounds so good when he comes, the words coming out in a low breathy moan as you watched his chest rise and fall. Not pulling away until you made sure you took all of it, not leaving a single drop. Releasing him from your lips with a loud “POP” as you smirked up at him, gripping your waist he yanked you up on his lap. Gripping the back of your neck, crashing his lips into yours. Taehyung actually loved the taste of his own cum, your tongue lathered along his was the only thing he wanted while his body was fully coming down from it’s high.Grinding our hips into his as he kissed you even deeper, he was still moaning into your mouth , and you felt like you could come all over again just from that alone.
You felt him start to laugh into the kiss before pulling away “I’m still mad at your bratty ass.” A snarl left his lips as he swatted your ass, just plopping your head down on his chest, not even bothering to respond. You just sucked the life outta his dick he’d get over it. Wrapping one arm around your waist the other found you hair, gently running his fingers through the strands. Before you knew it you fell asleep,his first instinct was to move you, it felt ..too good to have you that close to him like that. But he didn’t, to be honest he needed it because he couldn’t sleep, way too much on his mind. They found his driver and he was pretty banged up. “Justin” is just a generic name for the driver, trying to keep them as close to a John Doe as possible.., he actually wasn’t sure which one of his guys were picking him up. It was Andre and he was 19…the youngest person on the team and the ONLY reason he’s involved is because he’s one of his father’s guards son.
To make it worse it was his first and probably his last job,due to him technically getting car jacked that’s a pretty legit and unfortunately common thing so he was taken to a regular hospital. All Taehyung could think about, was due to Marcos ignorance two young kinds got fucked..he was furious ...and now Jimin. He may have technically been one of your fathers men but you guys all worked together..it took everything in him, not send his men to drag Marco back to him by the balls! It also didn’t help that he couldn’t figure out who was tailing him in that car. The one thing Taehyung always had was control…and it seemed like that was slipping away away between work and you, he just couldn’t shut his mind off. After getting zero sleep he decided to make a trip to the hospital around 6am to see Andre!
Not sure when he put you in the bed, but clearly it happened at some point also removing the lingerie as he knew it had to have been sticky and uncomfortable by now. You were woken up by the sound of your phone having a seizure as your assistant was calling. Once you looked down you noticed it was a quarter to 10 “Yeah..” Your throat was raw as you spoke, you could blame a combination of Taehyung and lack of sleep
“What are you doing about clothes? I’m assuming you don’t have any with you sooo..am I bringing this rack over and your makeup?” Rolling over on your back letting out a deep so breath, fuck you were still tired “Ughh..hold on a sec” You could hear the based in his voice from across his apartment, you knew how iffy he was about just anybody knowing he also lived here. So you thought you’d ask if he’d prefer one of his guards to grab your stuff. Placing the call on mute you through on a rob as you were completely naked and you didn’t wanna run the risk of someone being out there, making your way to the spare bedroom you knocked on the door frame. It was open but out of respect for his call you wanted to give him a heads up, he was speaking in his native tongue and you were pretty sure it was his father.
Due to doing a lot of business in Korea you understood it a lot better than you spoke it, you could already tell from the tone of the conversation it wasnt good. Smiling up at you he signaled for you come in, placing whoever on hold “Yes?.” you could tell from his voice and his eyes he was stressed and tired, dressed in a all black, black fitted bomber jacket, black veck, black skinnies, black boots, and a black hat. To be honest his outfit choice was kinda casual for him, granted everything was designer and still probably 2 grand on his body but..you just knew he was in a mood, and this was going to be a long ass day.
“I need, my clothes and stuff, well actually I guess I could get ready at my place…” Having a split second decision as you honestly didn’t stay over long after sex not that he’d ever put you out.But let’s just say you’ve been there done that and it typically dosen’t end well. Yet his face almost looked annoyed once you said that..
“Actually I just sent Jhonny to get you breakfast from you favorite little cafe up on 22nd he can swing by a pick it up.. You had a long night.. Just relax…” Pausing for a second as you clearly didn’t expect that, and you weren’t complaining .
“Oh..okay..thanks..so that means you got me waffles?” Your tone showed you were uncertain and he just scoffed rolling his eyes
“Yes..” While in contrast he was clearly saying “No shit!” without actually saying it
“Well you know I like Powdered su-”
“ Really? Luxx get outta here I know what I’m doing!” Swatting you out the room as he stepped back on his conversation, and now you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, taking the call off mute “Hey..yeah Johnny’s gonna come get it, so just pull a couple pieces off the rack, and grab my makeup bag, the big one with the standard LV monogram has everything I need in it..k..thanks!”
Your curiously got the best of you as you lingered by the door, from what you can make out it sounds like a distributions went south. You guys dabbled in a ton of trades one of your most successful outside of drugs? Counterfeit goods, especially luxury ..the irony in that right? All the people that buy high quality “designer” things on Amazon and AllieExpress and etc that know there knock offs, or from The Alley in LA. There's a good chance they came from your shop one way or another..even if your just the person that provided the connect..that still came at a fee. Both of your fathers owned a couple shops that produced the goods. It seems something went wrong with one of the freight trucks but you couldn’t really understand it. But since it’s business you were also involved in first hand you knew you’d hear about it so you gave up on trying to translate, heading back to his room, deciding you’d shower, brush your teeth and curl your hair since you at least had your flat iron here and hopefully by then you’d have clothes and food.
Before hopping in the shower you tried giving Jimin a call but he didn’t respond, you couldn’t help but get concerned when a couple minutes went by without him reading your text. Part of you wanted to send one of your men by his house, and or the dispensary but you decided to stop acting psycho and wait until you saw him at 1!Halfway through doing your hair, Tae came into the bathroom, you had your headphones in so you didn’t even hear Johnny come back. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror in nothing but a sheer pink bra and panty set, of course you had a ton of lingerie here if nothing else. His hands cupping your ass as he entered the room, already having your waffles on the plate, Whipped, creamed, powdered sugar, and strawberries already on top. You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he got your order right, but you weren’t going to say anything but thank you, this man’s ego is big enough.
“Yeah I know I’m the shit, now stop doing you hair and eat, because you know if it gets cold you won’t eat it!” He was right you hated cold food and you weren’t a fan of microwaving shit either.
“But I’m doing my hair, this is a process if I stop I won’t wanna finish..” Rolling his eyes and he leaned against the wall
“Right, but again, your bratty ass does not eat cold food Luxx, what the hell do you want me to do? Feed you?” You actually hadn’t thought about that but it didn’t sound like a bad idea, You shrugged batting your lashes at him, a dramatic sigh left his lips and he walked towards you “Oh fuck me” you could help but laugh at his angry mumbles
“Wow, wait till all the guys hear about what there boss did…” Smirking over at him as he picked up a waffle on the fork, eyes meeting yours completely unamused
“If you tell anybody I did this I’m never giving you head ever again! Now open your damn mouth” Almost choking on the first part of that but you knew he was all talk he’d actually cave first.
He stayed pretty quiet at first while he fed you a couple pieces while you finished your hair, but you could tell something was on his mind “Hey, umm about last night, -” You already knew where this was going, letting out a deep sigh as you rolled your eyes,.
“Kim Taehyung if your standing here about to apologize for actually being human for once and just living your life.I’ll burn your ass.”
“Luxx-” He tried to cut you off, and he got off the counter..stepping back from you a little.. tone surprisingly calm in comparison to how harsh yours was but you weren’t having it.
“No dude FUCK THAT, I thought we squashed this shit MONTHS AGO!!” Your voice echoed off the walls, you were literally screaming, you never yelled at him before, not even if it was work-related.
“ I’m so tired of this, I guess I must just be real fuckin’ stupid for repeatedly putting myself through this!! I’ve known you for damn near 17 years ! Okay, neither of us has ever said he wanted this to be an actual thing, but fuck! You’re exhausting…how can you keep switching gears!? You literally bought me out a $500 lingerie set, just because. Yet we’ve never gone to dinner, or even hug out... just the two of us without you having to relate it to business. “Oh let’s go out to dinner to discuss this new deal..” Yeah sure Tae let’s go out to dinner at 11 at night half drunk to discuss fucking business!”
Your eyes shot over in his direction surprisingly he gave you direct eye contact, jaw tight..letting you have your moment. But to be honest, for some reason it only made you angrier ”Or fuck just remove me from the equation, in general, your like this with any girl you’ve ever entertained! In case you forgot the night your mom died..mine did too! I felt the same fucking pain as you and I watched my dad crumble the same way! But I didn’t let that fucking tarnish me, believe it or not I’d still wanna fall back in love one day! We can’t change the life we’ve grown up in, and in all honesty, for the most part, were pretty fuckin lucky! But as strong as you are with everything else..it’s almost like you’re so terrified of your life that you won’t let yourself Live it fully..”
It didn’t even feel like you took a single breath while you spit all that out, not having the energy to continue at the volume you were originally. “ I mean shit It’s almost like having a sugar daddy at this point..” The minute you said that his eyes cut over to you, the look he gave you was cold, he didn’t ike that ...at all.
“You know exactly what I mean Taehyung, No emotion right? The only time you let me feel something is when your balls deep in me! The way you were yesterday…I’ve only gotten that once in a blue moon and that’s fine if that’s the way you want this to be. But you need to get your shit together stop playing games..it’s either black or white because clearly, shades of grey stress you the fuck out!”
Whipping your flat iron across the room, not even caring that it splattered along with his marble.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this...I don’t know how it got to this point...” He was looking at you but he wasn’t really looking, damn near looking straight through you...
“It’s not even just that, It concerns me, with everything you deal with that your so closed off, maybe ‘i’m being naive and assumed because you at least show me more affection even if its brief…. than you’ve showed anyone that I’m..like…I don’t know.. fucking special or something and you’d-” A dry scoff left his mouth as you said that, instantly pissing you off as you weren’t even sure how to interpret that! Was he agreeing you were naive? Was this secretly how he treated other girls?
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Your tone was stale, and lacked emotion at this point because why should you be the only one showing any? The room fell silent for a moment and to be honest, the silence was awkward, to say the least. Clearing his throat as he walked towards the door, leaning against the frame…
“It means as a man, it’s my job to keep the people I care about safe and I can’t even do that right now.” You watched him fiddle with the two Cartier rings on his fingers Clearing his throat again before continuing “ I can’t even keep my men safe right now, and I hate it! It was Andre by the way..he was the driver who was supposed to pick me up..now he’s probably going to spend his 20th birthday in the hospital having fucking surgery, because of me. That alone kept me up all night, now imagine if that was-” He cut himself off, shaking his head, almost like he was telling himself to stop, not even wanting to continue that thought,you watched his nose twitch as he huffed in a deep breath.
Your mind couldn’t help but wonder where he was going with that.. Yet as frustrated as you were you felt for him when he said that and you were sure your facial expression probably reflected it. Regardless of the fact that his father still ran their circle along with his brother over the past year Taehyung has been given a lot more authority to run his own trades. So with that being said his men weren’t his father‘s responsibility they were his and I guess you don’t really think about it because you’ve been treated like an adults your whole life but most of the men calling him boss are old enough to be his father. Yet in his eyes it’s his job to keep them paid and even though a lot of them are technically his security he feels like it’s still his job to try to not put them in positions where they have to risk their lives for him constantly.
At the end of the day regardless of how smooth it was running you guys don’t just own a couple Dunkin Donuts and call it a day,it’s still drugs, weapons,counterfeit goods and even the occasional “Hit teams”. So yes, granted Taehyung should be a little heartless and removed when it comes to business, but not his personal life and that’s where he was struggling.
“Again, I’m sorry about yesterday, your right, I can’t do shades of grey, I was...I was just having a moment. Were different people Luxx just because your so willing to subject yourself to that kind of pain..doesn’t mean I am… I can’t!..And I won’t apologize for protecting myself…I’m not my father…” His voice broke slightly as he finished his thought….
“Like you said it’s either black or white, we both knew what this was when it started and somehow it drifted away from that. It’s on you, if you wanna take it back to how it was…or let go...”
Your jaw clenched involuntarily as those words left his lips, he was right, shit had shifted, and you’d prefer if you were both on the same page. You just couldnt wrap your head around the fact , that that’s where he took this..so willing to disreagred that fact thst theres clearly so much more than sex here..so much more! Damn fear held that much power over him huh?!
He was also very mono tone as he spoke, no emotion came through, he looked fuckng exhausted. It was clear everything that was going on was eating him up…regardless that broke your heart.
“Okay?” There was a slight inflation in his tone for the first time...you silence catching him off guard.
“Yup, I got you…”There wasn't even a word to describe the amount of sarcasm and pettiness that left your lips right now.
“Y/N-”
“I said, I.Under.Stand….V I got you..” The slight change in the way you addressed him has his eyes bulging out of his sockets. Ya know he actually had the nerve to look somewhat hurt? A dry scoff leaving his lips. A ring on his cell pausing any additional conversation.
“Alright, well, I’ll be downstairs let Brice know when your ready to go….” He wouldn't even fucking look at you, It was crazy how he already seemed emotionally disconnect from the conversation. Yet no matter how pettie you were being you actually wanted to cry.
You heard him walk out of the apartment. About 10 minutes went by of you just sitting on the counter, sobbing actually, it just felt like everything was sitting on your chest. To be frank you weren’t sure exactly what made you breakdown.., your head hurt, actually correction your entire brain hurt, from Marco, to Taehyung, to the distribution truck, Jimin now Jordan ..it was just a lot! You finally pulled yourself together though, you didn't have a choice, your original plan was to get all glam and wear a dress and thigh highs but the ambition for that went out the window, If you didn’t look like death from your previous night you wouldn’t have put on makeup. Throwing on a pair of blacked out aviators letting Brice know you were ready to go. To your surprise once you got in the blacked out Escalade Taehyung was also in the backseat. He didn’t say anything , and neither did you, the ride to the ferry was silent but luckily for both of you having business to attend to on your phone not as awkward as it could’ve been. You got one glance at him, as his eyes cut cross to your window once a red corvette drove by… the look in his eyes were different, his eyes looked more prominent. They actually looked slightly puffy..had he been crying!? You knew better he’d rather shank himself then cry…but it definitely looked like it!.
Upon pulling up, you were confused to say the least “What the fuck” Both breathing out in unison actually, which is the first thing you two had said to each other since your argument. The state trooper was there, and so was damn near everybody else..what I mean is, all 3 of the families involved, anybody that worked close within their circle was there. Meetings never went down like this,,,usually they’d just get conferenced in. There was a good 35/40 people waiting to load this ferry, expect Leo’s, you figured they were already there since Dino called the meeting.. Fuck even Hoseok was there..why the hell was he not on his plane to Hong Kong!?
Then you also noticed Namjoon, Jimin,Bunny..shit was serious if they were all here. “Yeah because this doesn’t look sus or anything!” You breathed out in sarcasm, while a low chuckle left his body yet he still hasn’t said anything else to you. Both exiting the truck going seperate directions. Hoseok’s lady noticed you right away running over to give you a hug “Luxx!!” Squeezing you tight, before descending into casual conversation which you were only partially listening too. She was a complete sweetheart, and honestly perfect for Hoseok! But your eyes couldn’t help but trace Taehyung. He just seemed like he was on an extremely short fuse today, didn’t matter that you were upset with him you still cared, always would. As you all waited for the Ferry to load, you watched a red porsche pull up which didn’t mean much to you at first, then you recognized it. That was Leo’s it was his prized possession actually he rarely..rarely drove it!
Marco and one of his men stepped out the car “Fuckk..” it came out as a low whisper while your eyes immediately shot over to Taehyung, luckily Hoseok wasn’t far behind. It was clear Marco wasn’t invited though, some of the guards appeared to be asking him to leave. Originally blocking him from everybody else but Tae pushed his way right through the line, he didn’t need or want security right now.“Nah please let him through,so we can welcome him to the family properly..” Hoseok breathed out with a sly smirk and you knew this wouldn’t end well, these two were trouble together, have been since high school. Believe it or not Hoseok had an even shorter fuse than Taehyung. Everyone started to crowd around them them, blocking your view, which only gave you fucking anxiety.. As you started walking over in that direction..”Fuck yeah, where’s your boy from last night!? How’s his face feelin? Ya know if need be and he’s in a lot of pain I know a guy who has great bud!” You couldn’t see him but you could hear him, Jimin found his way over there.You could hear voices bouncing off of each other but it was getting harder to tell who was who until…
“Did you really show up here today? Are you really that fuckin stupid?!” You knew his voice anywhere..the base shot through everyone else and all you could hear was him, followed by a loud eruption of pure chaos..
There ya have it! Lol sorry it’s long hope you enjoy..
part 3 is up
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Fever haze
A/N: First of all, thanks for over 100 followers. That’s crazy. Yall are sweethearts. xx
Second of all, I wrote this in a fever haze myself haha. I'm currently sick, and I had this idea, well, someone gave me the inspiration a while ago (thanks btw x but my fever ridden brain created this. Apparently, when I have a high fever, this is where it goes. I kind of don't remember writing this, so that’s cool. Enjoy?
Warnings: nothing. Just tears and fluff. Most likely too many commas and bad grammar
Summary: Beautiful boyfriends and fevers don't mix well.
Word count: 1,300.
Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader
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You wake up with a pounding headache. Your eyes aren't even open yet, and you can already feel the light hurting your eyeballs. It feels like someone has set fire to your eye sockets and is simultaneously pounding you on the head with thors hammer.
You turn onto your back groaning at the feeling in your head. You swallow some excess spit and wince as the action made your throat burn as if you had been drinking acid like it was water. Not to mention the completely blocked nose, breathing was not an easy task currently.
Your whole body ached, and your skin felt like it was on fire.
You were sick, completely and utterly sick.
Sighing deeply you pry your eyes open and hiss from the pain. The light is blinding, and it hurts so damn bad.
You hear movement next to you, and you freeze for a moment. Turning your head, you see your very hot boyfriend, Chris, lying next to you sleeping peacefully. You had completely forgotten that he came over yesterday after you called him and had to cancel your weekend getaway. He had planned this whole romantic weekend, but because of your damn body being sick, you had to cancel. He took it very well and insisted on being with you and taking care of you.
He looked so soft and innocent that you felt powerless to do anything but to stare. He is sleeping on his stomach. His head turned to you, his cheek being squished a little by the pillow. His arm is tugged in underneath his chin, the other stretched out over his head hugging the pillow. His eyes are closed revealing his long ass eyelashes, his eyebrows are gently scrunched together in a little frown and his lips a little pouty.
He looks so adorable with the little frown on that pretty face of his.
You feel something wet on your cheeks, and you frown in confusion as you reach up to touch it. Your fingers catch a few drops, and you wonder where they came from.
Then you realize that you were crying. Confusion and amazement fill your mind, why on earth are you crying and how did you not notice? You must really be sick.
You sniffle loud and wipe away a few more tears as you stare at him again. As you take him in, the tears are now streaming down your cheeks. A single sob escapes your mouth before you can stop it as you focused on his arm. It's just so perfectly shaped, the perfect balance of long and slender but also thick and muscular. So strong and yet so gentle.
Chris’s eyes open, being woken up by your sob and stares back at you. He blinks a few times until he notices your pained expression and the tears that are flowing freely. He sits up instantly, his face grimaced with worry.
“Oh hey, sweetheart, whats happening? Why are you crying? What happened?” He panics and stroke your cheeks wiping away the tears before they are replaced by fresh ones.
You start sobbing for real this time, and he pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back soothingly as he rocks you from side to side. You are sitting like a little child in his arms, your bum resting in his lap legs curled in slightly underneath his arm. Your side is pushed into his naked and warm chest as he gently coos at you, trying to calm you down from whatever has made you cry.
After a few minutes of sobbing and him just rocking you. You finally calm down, your migraine being 10 times worse now though.
He looks down at you, and you look up at him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks gently, not wanting to set you off again, but also kind of worried about what had made you cry so hard.
You don't respond being way too embarrassed because of your sudden outburst.
"Sweetheart, please tell me why you are crying. It's killing me" He pleads, as his hand rubs circles on your back.
Before you can stop yourself, in your fever haze you blurt out “Because of you.”
His face changes into confusion and even more worry.
“Me?” You nod silently.
“Why, and also how, did I make you cry? I was sleeping, did I say something? Because if I did, I didn't mean it.” He rambles on panicking a little.
“You didn't say anything. You just …” You look up at his face, and you feel the tears well up again.
His eyebrows are scrunched together, creating a crease between them. Those gorgeous blue eyes have a worried look in them, but the blue is so bright that you feel a little lightheaded, although that might be from the fever, looking into them. As if you were looking into a perfect crystal blue lake.
His hair is ruffled and messy but somehow looks incredibly sexy.
His lips are so pink and a little dry, but they are plump, and you know how soft they are. His face is just so beautiful that you start sobbing again.
“You are ... just too b-beautiful,” You say in between sobs and you lean into his chest. Just sobbing and sniffling into his skin.
“Are you crying because you think I'm beautiful?” he asks, his voice filled with amusement and amazement. You just nod into his chest, and he burst out laughing. His head falls back, his hand grabbing your shoulder as if he needs an anchor to keep him on earth. His chest shakes with the uncontrollable laughter, and you frown into his chest. As he shakes your whole body with his laughter, it sends waves of pain through your head.
“Chriiis,” you whine, and he tries to stop his laughter.
“I'm sorry, sweetheart, but that is just too funny.” he apologizes but his voice still laced with amusement.
You scowl at him and pushes yourself out of his grip.
"S' not funny" You mumble as you try to get out of the bed but falls over and grunts from the impact of the mattress. You sit up and look around at the spinning room.
"Sweetheart, come back. I'm sorry I laughed." He reaches for you, but you try to evade his strong arms, again falling on your butt instead. He chuckles as your clumsy attempts and moves closer.
His strong arms grab you and lift you into his chest, he gently places you on your side of the bed.
"Here you go, lay down you are sick and have a fever. Get some rest" Chris orders you but you roll your eyes - bad idea - you groan at the pain.
"Cuddle me" You demand and Chris laughs at you but obliges. He lies down next to you, pulling you into his side. You wrap your whole body around him the best you can.
Snuggling into him and inhaling his natural scent.
"I can't believe you cried because you think I'm beautiful. That is funny and very adorable." Chris mumbles after a few minutes of silence.
"It's not funny."
"Come on, it's kind of funny."
"Nope"
"Not even a little bit? You were sobbing, sweetheart, because you think I'm too beautiful, come on. That's funny. And perhaps a little worrying." Chris frowns. "How sick are you? I mean, do I need to take you to a doctor?"
"No doctor. Just cuddles." You mutter into his pecs.
He is about to protest when you interrupt him.
"Chris I'm fine. I'm just sick, I don't know why I started sobbing. I might just have a fever haze. It's embarrassing." You snuggle in further, and he tightens his grip. "Just cuddle me. That's all I want."
"All right. Cuddles it is." Chris settles in further into the mattress and just holds onto you as you try to sleep off your fever.
Fin x
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Memories Were Once Presents
So I know life is rough and @dreamingoffairys and @thedarkgodmogar have been having a time of it. This is for you two because you’ve made me fall in love with your stingue kids
I just got random inspiration from idekwhere and I thought hey I can write cute kids! But I don’t know any cute kid oc’s so I took yours and here! It’s total fluff btw
Summary: Sting has found his own happiness among family and friends. Now he realizes just how much it means to him.
Pairing(s): Stingue, Yukinerva, Orfus
Setting: Modern day Christmas AU I guess cuz I can’t do cannon
“Smile for the camera, Kaden,” Sting said holding up his phone with the video on. Kaden lifted his head of blonde curls, his round arms working extra hard to prop himself up. Once he saw Sting behind the camera he giggled, albeit drooling a little. His blue eyes seemed to sparkle as Sting circled the camera close to him.
Kaden lifted one arm after the other, trying to follow Sting’s movements but only managing to turn himself in a circle. Sting laughed as Kaden seemed to give up by shouting, “Ah!” and rolling over onto his back.
“Sting, have you seen my-” Rogue’s voice floated from the kitchen behind them as he walked into the living room where Sting and Kaden were. They voice stopped when they saw Kaden on the floor, now lifting his legs in the air and trying to grab at his feet. Rogue’s expression melted.
“Look!” Sting said holding up his phone while the video he just took played on loop. “Is it just me or are his eyes getting bluer by the day?”
Rogue looked at the phone and smiled sweetly. “He’s going to be so handsome, just like his father,” Rogue said and placed a quick kiss on the top of Sting’s messy hair. They both looked again at Kaden as he made a show of rolling around until he almost rolled under the couch. Sting had to catch him and sit him up before he could.
Kaden, now sitting closer to Sting and Rogue looked at them confused. He scrunched his eyebrows and gave them both a face that was just as unsure about what it was doing before as it was about why the before activity had stopped.
“Rogue...” Sting asked.
“Hm?”
“These kids are going to kill me with cuteness one day.”
Before either of them could say anything more there came a loud screech from down the hallway and pudgy footsteps charged towards them. “Speaking of!” Rogue said as he snatched the screaming, giggling child into the air when she passed them.
“I swear this one’s trying to start something this morning,” Rogue said as Ebony giggled wildly and squirmed in their arms. She moved so much that Rogue had a hard time keeping her under control and more than once she flipped over Rogue’s arms until she was hanging upside down, her dark hair hanging in thin locks.
“First, she tries to get into the Christmas presents early,” Rogue continues. “Then when I’m making her breakfast she keeps knocking into the counter and reaching for the surface so she can pull the plate of food on herself. When I finally sit her in the highchair she wears half of her food then dumps the other half in Kaden’s chair.” Rogue finished talking just in time for Ebony to escape their clutches and nearly fall over Kaden in her attempt to tackle hug him.
Sting laughed in spite of Rogue’s hardship and said, “She’s getting pickier by the day, that’s for sure.”
Rogue smiled. “Listen, I gotta go help Minerva pick up some last minute gifts will you be okay with them for a while?”
Sting looked at his two kids. Currently Ebony was grabbing the various lion plushies she always scattered around the house and blocking Kaden in. Kaden, in response, looked around at all the stuffed animals as if they were actually brick walls. He reached his arm out once but didn’t dare to touch the wall of plush, he simple stared confused, his mouth forming a bigger ‘o’ the more lions Ebony managed to find and stack.
“Look at that, they’re practically harmless. We’ll be fine.”
Rogue chuckled. “You say that now but are you going to call me twenty minutes later because Kaden starts throwing his dirty diapers?”
Sting gave Rogue a face and said, “Oh, ye of little faith. They’re babies, Rogue. The great Eucliffe Master can’t be bested by babies.” As if on cue Kaden made a noise somewhere between surprise and excitement. At the same time one of the lion plushies went flying straight into Sting’s cheek.
To Sting’s credit however, he barely flinched. Rogue chuckled again and moved a strand of his bangs that had fallen when the plushie struck it. “Sure. I’ll be back in an hour or so. Don’t forget to get them dressed. Everyone’s going to be here by noon.”
Sting gave his partner a salute from where he sat on the floor and Rogue thanked him with a kiss. Rogue was about to walk back into the kitchen toward the front door when they spun on a heel and said, “Oh, right, have you seen my k-” before they could finish Sting tossed them a shiny, jangling set of car keys. They caught it with ease.
“Found them on the floor where Kaden was playing,” Sting said, bringing his phone up again to photograph the playing children. “I think he knocked them off the coffee table. Had them halfway in his mouth by the time I stopped him.”
“Thanks,” Rogue said and they were out the door in the next moment.
Sting got a few more pictures of Ebony hugging her lion plushies and Kaden occasionally reaching tiny hands towards her. Then he stood up and clapped his hands making both babies look at him in confusion.
“Alright you two! It’s Christmas morning and I need to get you dressed and presentable for the gawkers that are coming to shower you with gifts later. Ready, cadets?”
Kaden just stared blankly at Sting. Ebony on the other hand gave a high pitched giggle and began running, as fast as her unsteady legs would carry her, out of the living room. Kaden smiled and tried to follow after his sister but only managed to power crawl.
“Oh no, you don’t!” Sting shouted after his two year old. He picked up Kaden along the way and chased after a giggling Ebony.
It was many hours later by the time Sting got the kids presentable and ready for the Christmas party. Rogue said how proud he was that Sting had managed to get them dressed so quickly. “And Kaden isn’t even trying to rip his clothes off,” they remarked. Sting took the compliment but kept his mouth shut.
It hadn’t been easy and in all honesty Sting only just managed to get his to-do list complete before Rogue got home. A to-do list which consisted of: cleaning the house up, keeping Kaden from knocking everything over while ripping his clothes off, and keeping Ebony from getting into every dangerous thing she sees. Still, Rogue didn’t need to know the knitty-gritty.
Now Sting was sitting in a room full of his laughing friends. The lights were dimmed so the tree Rogue, Yukino and him had decorated this year could glow properly. Sting had never felt more at peace with the world.
He had Rogue, sitting on the ground beneath his seat on the couch, both of their wonderful kids sitting as close to the tree as they can get with presents quite literally stacked higher than their heads. Sting had his friends, Yukino and Minerva taking up the last two spots on the couch, each holding one of their own twins that slept soundly somehow through the loud voices. Orga and Rufus were instructing Angus, their eight year old, to distribute presents to everyone and open up all the ones Orga got him first.
Sting watched happily. Everything was perfect to him. The way the red and gold lights on the tree reflected on everyone’s face and gave them a natural glow. The way Rogue was leaning their back into Sting’s knees so Sting could play with their hair and massage their shoulders. The way Kaden looked at every present in his lap with intensifying confusion until Angus would chuckle and pretend yell at him that he had to open the present to see what was inside.
“Open that one next, Ebby,” Rogue cooed pointing to an indigo wrapped child’s toy with patterned snowflakes. It took a few tries to get Ebony focused enough that she would find the present Rogue was pointing to but when she did she tried to hand it to Rogue.
They laughed and simply said, “No, Ebony this is your present. It’s for you.”
Ebony’s smile lit up and she stared at the present as if she couldn’t believe what Rogue had told her. Meanwhile Rogue leaned forward slightly so he could begin to tear open the side of the gift.
Once the seal was broken though Ebony had no problem ripping it open the rest of the way with glee. Every new tearing sound excited her and Sting watched her get lost in just ripping the paper until she had forgotten what was inside it.
There was an audible chorus of ‘wow’s when Ebony’s present finally revealed itself. She dropped the paper and looked at the gift. It was a round lion plush that had a rattle in the tail, an overly happy face, large eyes and for some reason a mirror on its stomach. Ebony was immediately entranced with it.
Sting leaned down to whisper to Rogue, “Why did you get one with a mirror on its stomach? It looks like the lion’s already ate her.”
Rogue shrugged and looked up at Sting through lazily combed bangs. “I didn’t even know that’s what it was. I just grabbed one of those presents from the community tree at work.”
Sting sighed. “Well, she’ll probably love it.”
“I think she’s discovered her new love,” Minerva said bouncing Jordan in her arms as she watched Ebony stare into the mirror on the stuffed lion. “Herself.”
Yukino giggled and in a baby voice said, “Who is that Ebony?” she leaned forward and pointed to the mirror. Ebony immediately reeled back as if she had just noticed the reflection.
She looked to Yukino, confusion setting in on her face. Then Ebony looked back at the mirror and squinted. She pointed a chubby finger to it as well, pushing so hard she left fingerprints.
“Hoo?” Ebony cooed looking once more at Yukino.
“Do you know who that is?” Yukino asked pointing again to the mirror. Ebony stared blankly at her and seemed to hold the lion plush a little further away from herself. “That’s you. That’s your reflection.”
Ebony’s mouth dropped as soon as the first sentence left Yukino’s mouth. She looked back at the mirror in shock and dropped it on the floor. Ebony for all the world acted as if she had just been told she’d won the million dollar lottery.
Everyone laughed and Ebony gazed at them all confused. Sting could practically see the wheels in her head turning trying to figure out what this new information meant and why they were all laughing.
In the process she picked up the plush again, held the mirror in front of Rogue and said, “You!” very proudly.
Rogue couldn’t keep a smile off his face. “Yeah, that’s right, Ebby. Good job!”
Ebony giggled so loudly Sting thought she might blow out her vocal chords making a noise like that at such a young age. Then she hugged the lion extremely close to her and ran off to join Angus trying to teach Kaden how to open presents in the most destructive way possible.
Sting, for the first time in a long time, felt he had everything he ever needed. Unprompted he leaned forward a bit, snaking his arms around Rogue and placing his chin on the top of Rogue’s head. His partner glanced up and placed one of their hands on his arms, humming contently.
Yes. These were the moments. The moments he had only dreamed of being able to experience years before. These were the times that made everything about his heartbreaking past worth living just so he could experience this moment right now.
“I love you,” Sting whispered into Rogue’s hair. Only they could hear. Rogue grabbed one of Sting’s hands and kissed it in return. Sting had said the only three words that could sum up everything about the emotions that held him captive. But it still wasn’t enough. Looking over at Angus playing sweetly with Kaden and Ebony, all of their parents watching with soft smiles, Sting knew nothing he could ever say would be enough. But maybe for right now just to enjoy this moment would fill that gap.
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I Wanna Be Yours [Tate Langdon x Reader]
Requests: “I’m actually not into fluff (give me all the smut), but you write some about Tate drawing reader (or the other way around)? I think of him, even though he is popular for his music taste, more as a painter than musician. Love your writings xoxo” - Anon
“Can you do a kinky Tate imagine ;)” - Anon
“Can you do a post-death Tate Langdon smut please? I love your imagines btw! 😊” - Anon
“girl reader smuts pls. idrc who with:)” - Anon
“Hey! Love your blog by the way! Do you think you can do another Tate Langdon smut fic? I would love that 💕💕” - @gabygarcia5
Warnings: SIN, NOT PROOFREAD (at all), SMUT, FEM!READER, not proofread, blowjob, swallowing cum, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex, slight daddy kink, begging kink, unprotected sex (again), sorta OOC Tate, Reader is aware Tate is dead, tbh probably more
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: I’m going to hell. It’s fine, though, because you’re all going to be there with me.
(This gets weird towards the end, I know. I stayed up until like 5am last night to finish this so I could post it today. Don’t judge me. This whole thing is just a mess though tbh. & it’s not proofread like I barely read the damn thing when I wrote it, so let me know about any errors.)
“I’m so exhausted.” You yawn, closing the bedroom door. The floors make an awkward creaking sound as you walk across them to the bed where Tate was currently sat with his sketchpad.
“Can you toss me that bag? The blue one?” He asks, not looking up from the grey-tinted paper. Sighing, you pick up the large bag, beginning to walk towards him again. “Oh, and the red one? Maybe the purple?“ Seeing the exhausted, unfavorable expression on your face, he smiles. "I love you.”
“Your mouth says you love me, but your brain says I’m your slave.” You groan, going to the bed. Giving him his drawing supplies, you strip off your bra and jeans, climbing into bed. Slipping under the thick quilt, you turn away from the blond boy next to you, who was still scribbling rather loudly in the book. After a moment of the noise continuing, you raise the blanket above your head, shielding you from it. Or so you thought.
After a second, you hear his pencils clink on the night table, and his sketchbook drop to the floor. Suddenly, your covers are peeled back to reveal a worried-looking Tate.
“Are you okay?” He asks. You push him back gently, sitting up on your elbows, nodding your head. You couldn’t help but admit that he was annoying you. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, Tate. You just keep drawing and pretend like I’m not here.” He looks taken aback by your sudden sarcasm, a small frown on his face. Taking the quilt in your hand, you speak up again, this time in a mumble. “Just like every night.”
His hand blocks you from shoving the quilt over your face, though. Instead, he presses a light kiss to your lips. The boy pulls away gently, sitting back. Sighing, you grab his long, shaggy hair, pulling him into your grasp again. He laughs against your lips, obviously amused that you had fallen into his trap.
After a moment, he breaks the kiss, his near-expert hands eagerly sliding your t-shirt over your head. He lets out a very impatient groan when he sees your bare body beneath his clothed one. His movements lacked a certain delicate nature, like usual. It was uncommon that he ever went particularly gentle with you. Unless you asked, that is.
With your heart racing, you reach out to tug his boxers over off of his body, but he quickly swats your hand away. It’s then that you feel his large bulge pressed against your leg, and notice his eyes roaming your breasts. His lips come to your neck in a blur, eliciting a dangerous action from you– biting back a moan.
Tate had always loved to hear what sounds he could get you to make, and new consequences came each time you held them back, especially when he was rough.
He removes his hand from your thigh, pulling away. He clicks his tongue three times, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t have done that.” His surprisingly dark, yet somehow innocent, voice shocked you.
“I’m sorry.” You quickly say, desperately wanting his touch again. Tate stays silent for a second, obviously in thought.
“I want you to listen to every little demand I give you.” He smirks. "Now, blow me like the little slut you are." Tate could barely finish his sentence before your hands were on him. You pulled down his grey sweats and threw them on the floor beside the bed, his boxers quickly following. Taking him in your hand, you let your thumb circle the tip lightly.
"No goddamn teasing." He groans. He sounded easily dominant, letting you know that he wasn't messing around tonight. You wrapped your lips around the pink tip, slowly moving your head up and down. Tate grunted once more, allowing one of his hands to slip into your hair. Your hand pumped what bit you couldn't fit into your mouth, your boyfriend's soft sounds giving you encouragement to go faster, deeper. His hand lets go of your hair, only to shape it into a ponytail a second later, giving him more control over your pace. "Can I leave marks?"
Nodding carefully, your actions continue until he's a mess on the very verge of cumming, and that's when you pull away. Gasping for air, you hear him cursing under his breath. "Where do you want to cum?" He gives you a stern look, signalling for you to go down again.
As you sink back down, he gives your ass a firm smack. "That's for not listening."
Taking him into your mouth once more, he couldn't help but take control of your hair again, pushing you down onto his cock once more. It wasn't long before he was coming undone in your mouth, profanities spilling from his pretty little lips. As you pulled away, the leftover bits of him falling from your mouth. He wipes your swollen lip with his thumb, wiping it on the sheet beneath the two of you.
"Mm. Now, what would you like me to do?" Tate pants. Taking a deep breath, he pulls you on his lap.
You couldn't reply fast enough. "Please fuck me." The words escaped your lips before your brain could even process what he was asking you. He laughs lightly, bringing his lips to your ear.
“I want you to beg. Beg for me to fuck you, Y/N. That way, we can both get what we really want.” The boy grins, pulling away from you. You’re left with a stunned expression on your face as he pushes you back onto the bed, hovering on top of you. His lips clash with your neck as he peppers small kisses around, obviously waiting for you to fulfill his wish.
He shoves his hand between your closed thighs, slicking his fingers between your folds. "C'mon," He urges. "you know you want to, don't you? You want to please your daddy?"
"Tate," You whine. "don't tease." The blond boy on top of you pries your fist open, slipping his ring onto your exposed thumb. He almost always did that before he used his hands on you. Quickly, you try to speak up again, but he cuts you off.
"You know what you've gotta do." You can't help but gasp when he brushes against your clit, simultaneously slipping a finger into your core. "You're not gonna walk for days after this. Weeks, maybe, if you beg hard enough." It only took seconds of him pumping them in and out, hitting your g-spot each time, for you to cave.
"God, please! Please fuck me, daddy! Please!"
With that, he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing himself in. A small groan escapes him as he leans over you. "Ah- fuck, you're tight, baby." Your nails drag down his back as his quick, messy thrusts build up a pace.
“My hair, pull my hair.” He groans. Your hands obediently move to the mess of shaggy blond locks, tugging each time he slammed into you. It didn’t take long before the two of you were laying beside each other, exhausted and covered in sweat.
“I love you.” You say through heavy breaths. He grins.
“Why? Because I just fucked your brains out?” The blond laughs, glancing at you.
“No.” Angrily sighing, you roll over, away from him. You weren’t going to pour your heart out to him if he wasn’t going to be serious.
Minutes later, he’s sure you’re asleep. He pulls the messy sheets and the quilt on over your bare body, planting a small kiss on your forehead. “I love you too, Y/N.”
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Dad! Jeonghan.
Y’ALL HIS SMILE IS CATCHING ME OFF GUARD HELLA BAD
BUT YEAH
you guessed it bitch
you is pregnant
with this man’s cHILD CONSIDER YOURSELF BLESSED
honestly tho jeonghans family would be so fucking PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL LIFE IS SO UNFAIR
ngl he’d set a certain amount of kids to have
won't follow it lmao you guys have too many sexy times i laUGH
has a good 3 or 4
only wanted 1 tbh
lovES THEM ALL EQUALLY THO OK
GUYS HONESTLY IM HAVING TO SCROLL DOWN SO THAT I DONT SEE JEONGHANS SMILE ITS ACC HURTING MY HEART
AND IS REALLY DISTRACTING
but yeAH
ngl he’d also be low-key stressed when you tell him you’re having the first one
it would happen during when SVT’s active as shit so he's all like ‘will thE BABY EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?!’
you're an emotional wreck when he drops to thE FLOOR IN STRESS LIKE GDI JEONGHAN NOT REALLY SHOWING A POSITIVE ATTITUDE
he sits there for a good 5 minutes
you start to cry and turN AROUND AND I TOLD Y’ALL THIS WAS GONNA BE ANGSTY HERE BITCH
he just holds you back by your legs
like
is literally hugging the back of them
you turn around and look down and he literally is an angel
he has this hopeful smile and somehow that itself is enough to stop you crying
“i know that I'm busy with my job but nothing will ever top my current priority that is you and our child.”
you cry
hell even I'm fucking crying
he ends up pulling you down into his lap and you cry for a good half an hour and I'm sorry for making you such an overemotional person but just for the sake of the au ok I'm sorry ILY
boy whispers a ton of sweet nothings into your ear and you're hella reassured that he isn't gonna go anywhere
my heart is acc in pain
i feel as if jeongHAN WOULD BE the good ass liar when you’d be pregnant like you’d ask ‘babe am i fat?’
‘you’re carrying a proof of our love, sweetie, you’re only full of our future :))))))))’
he’d have a savage partner during the time of pregnancy bc hormones
‘dino you're not my baby anymore’
dino: *is relieved and thanks you bc he’s tired of his hyung’s shit*
wilL take you anywhere and everywhere w him bc he only trusts himself
s.coups: “jeonghan, we’re only practicing, whats y/n doing here?”
jeonghan: “she was bored :)))))))”
you in the corner: “LIES”
its also cute in a way bc during breaks from practice, he’ll squeeze his head on your lap (the space that isn't covered by your bump) hella carefully and shit talk about being a better singer than all of the vocal unit
woozi exiles him
you get all cute and motherly w vocal unit too like they always have something or the other prepped for you whenever they’re told that you're coming along
seungkwan will sing some fine ass song to the bump and jeonghan pushes him to the side and overlays seungkwans voice w his bc ‘its mY CHILD BITCH, FITE ME’
joshua is shaking likE ‘JEONGHAN STOP SWEARING YOUR KID WILL PICK IT UP
but yeah seokmin always has a tea or cordial juice prepared and y’all are the acc only normal pair w no drama like he literally just asks if you and the baby have been doing ok and its like a literal mothers meeting
on the DL whilst jeonghan is busy, the bump has exclusive access to the songs that have been picked for the comeback by uncle woozi like he’ll extend the earphone head thingy and he’ll just hold it to your bump and I'm writing more about svt than jeONGHAN FFS
i forgot to say that even tho jeonghan was dramatic at the announcement of his first child
boo you better know now that this guy’s laid-back as shit
even tho he has a band on your back at all times
would carry you in his arms if he could
he acc did like one time it rained and he waS LIKE NO I CANNOT LET YOU SLIp and y’all were also on the way to the clinic for an ultrasound so this extra ass boy literally carries you bridal style ffs i better have me a jeonghan when I'm pregnant
acc turns out to be more stressed out than you when you're in labour but doesnt show it like he knows he gotta be calm for his boo otherwise it'll all turn into a shit show and he’ll be screwed
gET YOUR HEAD iN THE GAME
he’ll honestly be a worry wart in his head whilst you're actually giving birth like he’ll regret making you go through all this pain just to give birth to his child and
once he hears that shrill little cry of a baby, he tears up
he kisses the hell out of your perspiring face and just thanks you a shit ton bc your babys finally here and he's just so damn thankful
lmao not when your baby ends up screaming at 4 in the morning for some milk
y’all had a girl btw, she grows to be aphrodite bc well her dads basically a gOD W THAT PRETTY FACE OF HIS JEONGHAN YOU HURT ME
jeonghan will honestly be the dad version of that one mum who will brag the shit out of their kids
not about achievements, about how good looking his children came out to be
remember when i said y’all have four kids at the beginning???
they all inherit thAT BEAUTIFUL SMILE IN THE GIF YOU BETTER FEEL BLESSED OK YOU GOT ANGELS COMING OUT OF YOUR SOUTHERN DISTRICT
BUT YEAH
will have a cuddle/sleep night from a long day of making that money
he's like in the middle of the bed and your litter of children just snuggle up to him
that picture stays on the living room wall for even your grandkids to see
so cutE I CRI
will bless the childrens ears from birth with his heavenly voice
instead of brushing their teeth, dad!jeonghan stands behind his litter and raises his voice by each octave, his children following his lead w their toothbrushes at the side of their mouth
he and joshua shit talk about vocal unit and their kids
not in the mean way tho lmao they'll do that thing where they’ll be at the svt family reunion and will emphasise about how the rest of vocal unit are whipped for their kids (lmao as if they aren't already)
seungkwan cackles in the bg as jeonghan follows one from his litter bc apparently dino’s kid denied the fact that they were their baby
will most likely be the dad to have all types of connections if their child wishes to go into a certain career path
“you're sure you don't want me to call this uncle up? they have some great things that they can offer-” “daD NO” “fine.”
will also be shut down by his kids quite a lot w savage remarks
will not bow down to the spawn that he helped create
it becomes a war of savagery where relations are forgotten
his kids will also learn to cheat a lot
jeonghan gets a taste of his own medicine in monopoly
“how daRE YOU CHEAT I DIDNT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS
jeonghan’s partner: “jeonghan you literally cheat right in front of them and tell them tricks and tips on how to do so i’m-”
also
with such immense beauty comes immense confessions of love
you better think right that when a bf of his daughter’s comes home for the first time that he’ll be whistling like he's in no ones business and simply swinging a kiddy bat in a circle
jeonghan’s partner: “jeonghan he’s literally 8 and here on a play date”
jeonghan: eXACTLY, emPHASIS ON ‘DATE’”
that little boy also happens to be one of seungcheol’s kids so its not really coincidental that when baby cheol goes home, its at that time that jeonghan receives a call from cheol
“stOP THREATENING MY BOY” “IT WAS A KIDDY BAT” “STILL CLASSIFIES AS A WEAPON YOU A-HOLE” “OHMAGAAAAAAD”
oh yeah
will sooooooOoOoOoOoOo be the dad that all the girls and even some boys crush on in high school
expect a sexy ass montage clip with the window rolled down and a hand going through his freshly dyed hair bc jeonghan doesnt believe in grey ones
15 year old bb girl jeonghan rolls her eyes and thumps her dads head before exiting the vehicle
“the disRESPEKT”
i feel as if this is shorter than dad!seungcheol but yeah, for years to come will jeonghan be boasting about his children going on to become great things
THE END :)
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You’re On (Sirius Black x Slytherin Reader)
“Can you please write a real fluffy sirius x slytherin reader imagine? Where they hate each other at first but as the years go by they come to like each other? REALLY like each other haha. Thank you for your amazing writings btw I am obsessed xx” omg thank you so much!!! i loved this prompt and i hope it exceeds expectations! xx
You sighed as you felt a raindrop land on your forehead as you looked up to the skies, you were supposed to be getting ready for Quidditch practice, but seeing as how it was starting to rain you almost skipped out but you knew that the rest of your team would hex you if you did. I’m so over this childish rivalry, I just wanna be wrapped up in my blankets…
You had an upcoming match with none other than Gryffindor, as a Slytherin you were less than thrill because this meant extra practices, which meant less free time for naps. Nevertheless, you mounted your broom and started doing some laps as you waited for the rest of your team.
“Say, Y/N, if you fall, would you land on your feet?” a voice called out from the bleachers. You rolled your eyes and flipped off Sirius Black with your hand that was also holding your bat. Just great, you thought, he here to watch your team’s practice with his little posse, and the rest of the Gryffindor team. It wasn’t unusual for the other team to come and watch their competition during practice, it was mostly annoying because they would try to distract them, and now that Sirius was there with them, it meant that you would be his number one target.
You and Sirius were both in the same year, but you had never gotten along with the long haired boy, even when you were little, you two would bicker endlessly, driving both of your mother’s crazy. You were the only child from a very prominent pure blood family, and just like Sirius’s family, blood status was incredibly important to your parents. You remember watching Sirius’s sorting ceremony, how you gasped when he was sorted into Gryffindor whereas you safely sat next with the rest of the important heirs of pure blood families at the Slytherin table.
As far as you could recall, your years at Hogwarts with Sirius were less than amicable.
First year was spent throwing dirty glances towards one another, bumping into their shoulder a little too harshly when walking down the hall and of course, nicknaming each other some ridiculous named that would leave both parties grinding their teeth. He dubbed you Princess of Slytherin, and how you hated it. To get even with him, you call him Goldie Locks. That was four years ago, you were both currently in your fifth year both those names still annoyed you both to the core.
During second year nothing much had changed between the two of you, it wasn’t until third year after spending a summer vacation with the Black family and yours in the country side for a week that Sirius decided to make your life a living hell, and you retaliated.
You were coming back from Quidditch try outs, feeling particularly confident in yourself and how it went. You were turning down a hallway when suddenly there was a loud explosion and the air around you was a very bright and powdery green; you looked down at your hands and you noticed that they were also bright green. You were speechless, completely confused at what had happened before you heard laughter.
“James, don’t you think the Slytherin Princess looks lovely?” Sirius bragged to James, coming down the opposite side of the hallway.
“Sirius Orion Black, you have ten bloody seconds to get this off of me or I’ll hex you so hard, your great grandchildren will feel it.” you hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Hmm, I don’t know Princess, green really suits you.” before you could threaten him again he ran down the hallway, James following behind as you were left fuming and green.
“Oi, watch where you’re going.” You growled as Sirius bumped into you after Potions.
“And if I don’t? what are you gonna do? Run to mummy and daddy?” he taunted, you scoffed at him.
“What makes you think I’ll willingly talk about your slimy ways with them? We only associate with pure bloods.” you sneered. He said nothing more and left with a dark look on his handsome face. Truth be told, you hated the whole ‘pure blood’ argument, but if it meant getting Sirius off your back for a moment or two, you would swallow your pride and preach a sermon that you’ve always hated. Sirius had embarrassed you countless of times and it was time for you to give him a dose of his own medicine.
During your fourth year, you briefly dated Lucius Malfoy and that seemed to make Sirius go out of his way to intentionally bother you more than before. You would find your books disappearing from your dorm, robes that were discolored and once you spent a whole week with green hair thanks to his prank.
It wasn’t until Lucius ended things with you that the pranks and glares briefly stopped. After the break up, the marauders noticed how Sirius would glance at you more often and how he wouldn’t have a weekly prank just for you.
Sirius had developed feelings for you. He stopped with the cruel pranks, in fact, the last prank that he played on you was transforming into his animagus form. He literally came barreling into the Slytherin common room, grabbed your freshly done Transfigurations essay and ran off with it. You had to fight a dog for your essay and the dog won, ripping it apart. Needless to say, McGonagall didn’t believe you when you told her a dog ate your homework.
By the end of your fourth year, you were beginning to see the messy haired boy as less of a nuance, he didn’t prank you like he used to so now you found his pranks and jokes endearing.
Which brings you back to now, fifth year.
“I can’t believe you dragged us out here just so you could stare at Y/N.” Remus muttered to Sirius as they marauders held to their rain jackets tightly.
“Oh shut up, Moony, a little rain never hurt anyone.”
“Seriously, just ask her out already, you both seem to be mature enough to handle each other outside of a duel without killing each other.”
“Very funny, Prongs, and no, I don’t want to ruin what we have.”
“I wouldn’t consider death glares in between classes something to cherish…” Remus said.
“How about this, if Y/N doesn’t knock out Lucius with a Bludger, I’ll ask her out.”
“Aw come on, you know she dated the git and still has some pent up aggression towards him, it’ll be a miracle if Lucius comes out of this practice without a bruise from Y/N.” James pointed out, but nevertheless, they shook hands with Sirius.
“If you don’t fulfill your end of the bet you have to cut your hair. All of it.” James smirked as Sirius’s eyes widened.
Much to his displeasure, Lucius managed out of practice unscathed. The Marauders pointed towards you as you made your way across the field and towards the locker room. He nervously made his way to you, this was not how he planned asking you out but a bet is a bet and he loved his hair dearly.
You were heading towards the locker room when a hand grabbed your shoulder, making you turn around.
“I guess you’re getting better at blocking me out, huh?” Sirius asked with a smirk.
“I’m in it to win it.” you shrugged.
“How about we make this game a little more interesting…” he trailed off. You arched an eyebrow, prompting him to go on.
“If Gryffindor wins, you have to go on a date with me.” He declared.
“Is this some sort of joke? Listen if it’s because of what I said last year about being a scum and all that other pureblood nonsense, I’m truly sorry.” You apologized, you saw the look of surprise on his face.
“Wow, I can’t believe you still remember that, I mean I knew you didn’t mean it but that truly showed why you were sorted there, you’re cunning and know how to use your ‘opponent’s’ weakness against them.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. You stifled a laugh.
“I never thought I’d see the day when Sirius Black admitted that I’m smarter than him.” You said good-naturally. He simply shrugged.
“So what do you say?” he asked.
“I swear to Merlin, if this is a joke…”
“I promise you, Y/N, this is not a joke. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Alright Black, you’re on.” You shook hands and felt a spark of electricity as your hand connected with his. Little did you know he felt the same thing.
“Come on let’s get you into something dry, I want to win this fair and square.” He said leading you inside the castle.
The days leading up the match were some of the most nerve wracking ones you’ve ever lived. Part of you was confused on these new found feelings for Sirius and the rest of you was hoping that Gryffindor would win.
You began to notice Sirius more and more; how his eyes would crinkle when he laughed or how he would doodle on the corner of his parchment during Charms. More than once you caught him staring at you which prompted you to blush. Who would’ve thought you would be crushing on your former enemy, but I guess it’s true what they say, people change.
The day of the match finally arrived and your team was ready to win, the game began and the stakes were set high. You wanted to win just to rub it in their faces but at the same time you did wanted to go on a date with Sirius.
The game was one of the closest ones you’ve ever played, you were currently tied and the rest of your team were basically praying for your Seeker to catch the Snitch, but lo and behold, Gryffindor catches the Snitch and wins the match.
Your team congratulated them bitterly, although Lucius flat out refused to acknowledge their victory. The field was soon filled with the rest of the students, a sea of green and scarlet running towards both teams, congratulations and laments were exchanged.
Amidst the commotion you didn’t notice Sirius coming up behind you, a pair of strong arms circled around your frame and spun you around.
“I believe you owe me a date.” Sirius exclaimed as he set you down, grinning. You laughed merrily. You looked up at him and acting on the rush of adrenaline from the game, you stood on your tip toes and kissed him softly. You could tell he was surprised but without missing a beat, he kissed you back, cupping your face with his hands.
You both broke apart after a few moments, smiling at each other.
I guess you were the first Slytherin to ever be thankful for losing a match against Gryffindor.
#sirius black x reader#sirius black imagine#sirius black x slytherin#sirius black#harry potter x reader#the marauders#marauders era
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The one in all caps + Klance
Here ya go~ ((It’s a med school AU btw because I’m trash for university aus lol))
*****
“WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.”
He blinked owlishly, trying to let his tired mind comprehend the scene before him.
Lance was staring, eyes wide as he was sitting cross legged on their apartments floor, his pyjama sleeves rolled up whilst he held markers of various colours in each hand. He situated himself across a wall of their living room, scribbling on it what was…was that a brain crudely drawn on there?!
Keith squinted, his mind yelling all sorts of curses at him for the wild awakening. How did he get into this mess anyway?
He had settled in for bed, his warm and comfortable boyfriend snuggling up to him with a grin, Lance’s hand wrapped around his waist, before drifting off into a cozy sleep. A sleep that was interrupted no more than an hour or two after, by a loud thud outside their bedroom door.
By pure instinct he grabbed the knife he kept under the bed, much to Lance’s disagreement, and made haste out of the bedroom in quiet steps. He walked through the hallway, peeking across the door and into the living room, where he found the source of the sound.
Lance was just sitting there, humming and frantically drawing something on the wall, something that Keith had now identified as the nervous system of the human body, all whilst papers with Lance’s handwriting and anatomy books were scattered all around him.
“Lance…what the hell.”
He doubted the humming boy even heard him, far too deep in his own world to pay mind to any outside source of noise.
After another quick scan, Keith noticed the massive plastic cup and empty energy drink bottles scattered besides the lanky boy, both long empty by now.
He sighed and leaned closer, tugging Lance’s shoulder to get his attention.
Even then the boy barely registered his presence, merely turned around with red bloodshot eyes and grinned manically, mumbling a ‘Hey sweet thing!’ before returning to casually destroying their apartment’s walls.
“Lance.”No response.
“Lance what the fuck are you doing.”No response.
He clicked his tongue, bringing a hand to loudly smack against the door beside him, finally rousing Lance from his work with a start.
“Keith! My dude! My bro! The mullet that’s only second to David Bowie’s! My-”“Lance. Explain. Now.”
He really wanted to remain calm in this situation, really, truly did, but it was three in the morning and his boyfriend was talking a thousand words a minute and he did not have the patience for all this right now.
After a lot of cooing and persuading, he managed to get out of Lance that after Keith fell asleep, he suddenly remembered that he’d be doing a presentation on the brain and nervous system for the second-years of their university’s medical faculty the next day, only, he hadn’t even realised that that’d mean he’d have to go fully prepared with a presentation and impeccable knowledge in case any student tried to corner him with obscure questions.
Keith sighed, realising how…Lance-like the whole situation was.
“What do the coloured markers and our wall have to do with this?”
“What wall? I was just writing on the computer a moment ago-“He stared in awe at the markers in his hands, evidently wondering how they got there.
“Keith! I was-no-where’s my computer?!”
He took Lance’s hands in his own the moment the boy stood up from his position on the floor, directing him to the couch and tugging him down, hoping he’d stay still long enough for him to bring a blood pressure meter to estimate in how bad of a situation his boyfriend put himself in this time.
He returned to find the boy perched onto the corner of the couch, his computer on his lap and fingers furiously attacking the keyboard.A quick peek at the screen reassured him he was, indeed, writing everything that came to mind without even a single space or comma in-between the words.
“Lance. Give me your hand.”
“Mm. Just-“
“Lance. Hand.”
“Hand. Multiple innervations. Sixth cervical for thumb, seventh cervical for index and middle finger, eight cervical for ring finger and pinky. Sensitive innervations-“
He took one of his hands and tugged it to him, willing the boy to stay still with a glare.
For a minute he complied, letting Keith place the machine around his arm before turning it on and letting it measure his blood pressure, watching the way Lance squinted at it as if it had personally offended him, trying to hide his grin at the sight.
“140 to 90. That’s not good.” he sighed when the machine beeped, signalling it’s done measuring, “But you’ll survive. It should drop when you digest that monstrosity of a thing that you drunk. I’ll get you some antihypertensives if not, though that probably won’t be necessary.”
“I won’t die?”Keith shook his head.
“Then why am I seeing a pretty angel in front of me right now?” he questioned, nodding to Keith’s direction, “Or are you always this pretty?”
He smiled at the baffled look his boyfriend gave him and ruffled his hair, getting up to go put the machine back in place.
“Alright that’s enough flirting you nerd. Come here, you tell me what you want to write and I’ll type for you.”
The grin Lance gave him was worth the disruption of his sleep.
*****
An hour later and the effects of the energy drink hadn’t worn off. Lance was firing out information even Keith hadn’t known, despite studying for his neurology exam just last week. He made a mental note to look up experimentation on energy drinks, lack of sleep, and human knowledge, though he doubted he’d find any results on the matter.
His boyfriend was pacing around the apartment, stilling for but a moment to start jogging in place, laughing all the while.
At some point he put on music, letting their mixed playlist of Beyonce and Fall Out Boy play whilst he danced around to one song after another.
Keith couldn’t help but laugh and take a quick snapchat video to send to their friends, adding the time stamp on it to let them know of the situation.
Pidge responded within the minute, sending him a text that simply stated ‘You’re the one that wanted to live with him. Now face the consequences, you cryptid kink butt.’.
Hunk must’ve been asleep, his snapchat being the only one not opened yet, whilst Shiro called him immediately after seeing it, worriedly asking what on earth was going on in there.
“Look Shiro, whilst my boyfriend is very very sweet and very lovable-“
“To the point Keith.” he chastised, quickly following it with a yawn.
“Yeah while he’s very cute, he’s also a big idiot. The type of idiot that chugs a massive bottle of an energy drink of questionable origin and tries to write up a presentation on the human brain whilst his isn’t fully working yet.” he said in a monotone voice, “Also he’s on the first stage of hypertension if his blood pressure is anything to go by.” he added after a moment of silence.
He heard Shiro hum before replying in a slow quiet tone.
“Should you maybe…take him to the hospital?”
“Shiro. We’re fifth year medical students. I’d take him if I thought he was in danger.”“No no I know but…” he mumbled, “shouldn’t you maybe talk with a doctor, just in case?”
There was a short pause.
“Shiro. You are a doctor.”
He heard the slow hum of recognition, shaking his head at the thought of his friend’s current expression, fully grinning when he looked up to find Lance trying to fit his face by his side, murmuring hellos to Shiro across the phone.
“Do you think I should come over, make sure he’s alright? Maybe-“
Shiro never got to continue his sentence before Keith heard shuffling across the line, another voice coming to greet him on the phone.
“Keith, just give him some warm milk with honey, a slap on the face from me for being a reckless kid, and go to sleep. Now.” were the last words he heard before the line cut off, leaving him with the familiar beep of an ended call.
“Goodnight to you too Allura”, he mumbled to no one in particular before dropping the phone and returning his attention to Lance and the computer screen.
*****The sky was already turning pink by the time they were done with the presentation, even going so far as to look for videos and pictures to accompany it.
Per Lance’s stubborn request, he even added a video of Pinky and the Brain singing about parts of the brain, as well as memes of oddly specific humour that he knew Lance would regret the next morning.
He shut off the computer with a pleased sigh, dropping his head over Lance’s, the boy comfortably nestled onto the crook of his neck as they sat on the couch, the energy drinks’ effects slowly wearing off.
“Done. We can get like…” he peeked at his phone, glaring at the brightness of the screen “forty minutes of sleep. An hour if you don’t mind being fifteen minutes late to class, which you always are either way.”
“I’m presenting at 8 am Keef.” he mumbled onto Keith’s skin, making the boy huff a laugh.
“Well, it’s 6 am right now. Might as well go make yourself presentable rather than risk oversleeping.”
“Mm” Lance mumbled, shifting his weight onto Keith’s body, tugging the boy beneath him as he moved to lay on the couch, ending up in a tangle of limbs and Lance’s head on his chest. “Just…just five minutes.”
Keith laughed into Lance’s hair. “That’s what you say every morning, and we always end up late. I swear, I’m never waiting for you again.”
“You say that every time.” He felt Lance smile, grin stretching further when Keith brought a hand to rub circles on his back.
“You say that every time but you still always wait for me y’know? No one’s forcing you to. You don’t have to wait for me. But you do anyway.”
Keith scrunched his nose, wondering where this conversation was headed, Lance’s voice slurring the closer he came to the bliss of sleep.
“You wait for me ‘cause you love me. And though you nag and complain all the time, you still wait. And I whine right back and say perfection takes time, but I’d much rather be late and hear you whine than get there early but alone, because you love me and I love you and, if you were the one that was late, I’d also wait for you.”
He moved, shifting his head to face Keith’s widened eyes under thick eyelashes.
“I’d wait for you forever because-because you’re my soulmate. And I love you. And also you’re very, very pretty.”
There was a pool of red flushing Keith’s cheeks, his mouth agape until Lance leaned in for a chaste kiss before flopping back onto his chest.
“Wuv you” he muttered onto the material of Keith’s shirt.
It took him a minute to compose himself, letting his heartbeat be the only thing breaking the silence of daybreak.
“You know I whine and nag at you, and tell you you’re nerd or whatever, but I never really met anyone like you. I’d rather spend an entire lifetime waiting on you and being perpetually late at anything and everything than spend a moment without you.”
He tucked his head closer to the top of Lance’s.
“I love you too Lance.”
He was expecting a huff, a smile, a kiss, something.
What he hadn’t expected, was a loud snore to shatter the romantic scenery and his boyfriend’s previous love confession.
Yet one look at his sleeping face made him think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so bad after all.
****
I had to google what a Super Big Gulp cup is and all I have to say is…americans are scary.
Hope you like it! :D
#klance#klance prompt#klance headcanon#fanfics#like...a medium sized drink from starbucks takes me a good three hours to drink#but that monstrosity?! it'd take me YEARS to drink anything of the size of that cup#like i knew that american fast foods and stuff love to supersize things but...im so scared rn#please don't drink sodas in the size of that cup#pls protect your metabolisms and livers ;-;#voltron headcanon#vld#vld fanfic#also if ur wondering Lance did do the presentation very well at that#but fell asleep right after lol#and may have hated himself all day lolol#also i just started on the CNS course so if anything written there isn't accurate I'm sORRY IM STILL LEARNING ;-;
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