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munsster · 2 years

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goddamn chest hair

A/N: i mean how can you??? not???? just go heart eyes at him all the time

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Summary: This new development on Steve’s upper body is incredibly attractive and too good to be true. 1.7k words

Warnings: porn no plot tbh, smut, simping (LOSER HAHA. ha. i’m so lonely), kissing, teasing, body worship (?), licking/marking/hickeys, ch*st ha*r🤤, hair grabbing (?), unprotected sex (do not, or else), very mild insecurity

It’s Friday night, so it’s only fair that your boyfriend is underneath you on your bed, humming softly with a kiss-wrecked grin and his hands kindly fondling your bare ass. Naturally, the last time you had this kinda time alone was before the world nearly ended and some gooey, shithead monster totaled your car. Naturally, you were half naked before Steve even had the chance to shut the door. And so naturally, your boyfriend looks good enough to eat underneath you on your bed.

Only, he’s fully clothed, and both of you get a little hot and bothered ‘cause of it. He hasn’t stopped giggling for fifteen minutes—unless you count the split second he choked when you rolled your crotch against his skinny-jeans-boner. Other than that, yeah, he’s fully clothed. In fact, he’s wearing two shirts, which is ridiculous considering it’s Hawkins’ hottest summer yet.

So you dip your fingers beneath his polo and tug him upright, apparently rocketing him into action because he whips both tees onto your floor and wraps his arms around you to scoot you closer. Right up against his chest where you swear to God you feel his steadily ebbing heartbeat against your ribcage. He shivers when you rest one hand on the side of his neck and the other against his chest, sliding your thumb back and forth. And cocking an eyebrow. And looking down. At his full-on chest of rough, dark brown hair.

“Woah there, heartthrob. What’s next, the Magnum P.I. ‘stache?”

“God,” Steve whines, rolling his eyes and pressing his open palm to your bewildered face as he bounces back into your pillow with a thud. “Can you not tease me about this one thing?”

Your face scrunches into a little smile and you hold his wrist to press a wet kiss to the plump and worn skin of his hand.

“‘M not complaining, Harrington.” So he tenses when you lean down, your bright eyes flicking up to his, but he’s too busy running his hands over his face to watch you dip your tongue against the warmth of his lower belly. Barely grazing the tip of his happy trail and sucking at the awfully tender spot, leaving a soft pink bruise next to his belly button.

“I like it,” you whisper against his navel. So busy exploring the soft skin, you forget he’s completely red in the face. Embarrassed and in-love and rapidly discovering the two aren’t so different, after all. Discovering he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s halfway to sweating himself dry, and you’ve got not a care feeling over each rib and dip and making him irrational with his own bones. He bites back a laugh and runs his fingers over your hair because he loves you.

And each of your wet bites makes him antsy and gives him a solid sense of longing once your mouth picks up. His blunt nails scrunch the hair at the back of your neck and he bucks his hips. You slip your hand up his chest and whisper simple nothings against the buzzing column of his throat.

Then you sit up with this stupidly coquettish charm and make him want to explode.

“Jesus!” Steve wheezes. You settle into his lap and lean down to nip just below his ear, leaving him starry-eyed and officially tethered right here between your thighs.

“Get a grip, Harrington, ‘s only been a couple’a months.”

He groans with his hands firm on your hips, and nevertheless smiling just a tad despite himself. “‘It’s only been a couple’a months,’ says the nympho who totally jumped me the second I walked in. Who’s gonna buy me a week’s worth of turtlenecks?”

He’s manic in all the right ways, and deep down, you both know how cute he looks riled up like this. Feathers ruffled and undeniably proud that his little speech went off without a hitch. You slide your fingerpad over the hickey above his collarbone because, goddamnit, he looks good with traces of you pinched into his skin. He could keep you in a glass jar like a fiery bug with torn wings until you molded over, and you’d be all the better for it.

“No?” he says with that cocky smirk spread across his pretty mug. His tell. That’s his hand. And God, could he still make you fold. Even with a royal flush, you’d fold, just to know you know. He’s a real handsome bluffer.

“You’d look cute in a turtleneck—”

He wants to be so mad. You’ve cursed him. Left yourself over on his body and forced him to remember, remember, remember. But he just can’t. Not when you’re so kissable looking down at him like he’s everything.

So, he sits up and kisses you. Like he’s furious, but the only fever he’s got is the one that shares your name. Keeps him on bedrest and cracks his thermometers and looks so pretty all the goddamn time. He kisses you like if you were standing, all you could do is melt into him and trust. That kind of weight is forever his to grin and bear proudly. His mouth is strong and full of fervor and secrets both shared and whispered. But he could go mute, and you’d still love him all the same.

“Selleck,” you mumble into the wet heat of his mouth, cupping the nape of his neck and tilting your head to get at him. To taste deeper into his mouth since he quit cigarettes for you. Since he let himself be boyish and ambery in the pocket of his cheeks.

“Hmm?” He pulls away, wild and messy and wiping saliva from his bottom lip.

“Steve.”

“Ah. Sure,” he mumbles, winking at you with his mouth back against the soft of yours because there’s no sweeter comfort than this. His dream of you doesn’t come close, and he almost wishes you would tease him for thinking chest hair would make him better. Prove he’s older now, responsible and man and worth something. Oh, you’d scold him for that big time between the only praises he’ll actually digest in his life.

He takes you down with him against his body against your gentle mattress, his hands undressing you while your own ruck the jeans to his knees and let him kick the denim away. And you both know, just like this, grinding down with much else but his soft, cotton boxers between could end this much sooner than intended. So when you settle both hands beside his head and move in a sly circle, he huffs out across the corner of your mouth.

His big hands bring you forward-back with his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth only open enough for you to peck his lips. Enough to tilt his jaw wider and let you in. He’s taut against you, pressing harder against your thigh with each aching grind.

“You’re killin’ me, baby,” he mumbles, eyes still shut, hands still grasping down your hips and at your thighs.

“Don’t throw a fit just yet, Selleck.”

“That’s never going away, is it?”

“Nope!”

You peck his slack chin and snake your hand back to pump his cock over the boxers. His breath hitches behind his teeth, which is why you don’t take your time slipping him into you and sliding down pretty with your back arched.

He hisses and digs his fingertips into your ass before letting out that first sigh when you lift your hips. And he wonders how he ever forgot that feeling. Good and warm and living up to his every expectation with one stroke. And if he opens his eyes now, he knows he’ll be done for because of course you’ll look beautiful and already so blissfully undone. Because one kiss can do that to you, too.

Which is why you hide your face in the crook of his neck while rolling your hips, gracing his hot skin with careful puffs of air. Until he hears your tentative ‘missed you’ and ‘sweet boy’ and ‘more than anything’ and suddenly he’s crumbling and wrapping his arms tighter around your delicate frame.

A low moan stutters out from his open mouth but he can’t be embarrassed with you breathing terms of endearment into him like life with every slow thrust. Every ‘baby’, ‘handsome’, ‘everything’, is a testament to his ego. You swell him up until he’s sure of himself and so cocky it’s a crime. Until he’s fucking up into you, sweating like mad, your hands barely able to push his hair out of his face because he’s sliding you back and forth like some self-assured stud. Well, your self-assured stud.

You paw at his chest and sit up to ride him, panting with your head back and singing butterscotch-sweet praises with the mouth of a sailor. His lifts his leg against your ass and you reach behind to grab his knee. Your brows knitting, you jolt slightly and slide down, wringing his cock while your tender muscles twitch, thighs just begging to choke his sides.

Steve sighs through his nose with a heady moan when you whine softly and flop beside him on the bed. He’s breathless and heaving and so glad there’s something stopping him from plummeting. Even if he did he’d be so satisfied knowing he’s yours over everything. You open your eyes and wipe the back of your hand at your damp forehead.

“Somebody enjoyed the space,” he simpers, holding the side of your face and pulling you in for a sweet peck. You cup his knuckles and kiss his palm, and he may never catch his breath if you keep it up. But maybe he’d be okay. After all, he’s braved worse than your pout.

“Never again, Selleck.”

“Deal.”

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gyuranhae · 1 year

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Black Suit | (seungcheol smut)

Pairing: MafiaBoss!Seungcheol X BossWife!Reader Synopsis: You just couldn't help if you husband looked so good on an all black suit. Genre: smut Word Count: 5.3K Warning: unprotected sex. clothed sex. public sex. vouyerism. creampie. breeding kink. daddy kink. petnames (good girl, pretty girl, baby, darling) name calling (whore, slut) manhandling. marking. biting. choking. face slapping. possessiveness. size kink. big dick cheol. seungcheol is very jealous. jeonghan is a little shit on purpose. Tag: - A/N: seungcheol on a black turtleneck has me on a chokehold I swear

He looked so good in all black suits. Not even he could deny how good he looked. The way the turtleneck blouse wrapped around his muscles, puffing out his chest and carefully carved his biceps muscles and forearms. The long coat that fell just in the right way and elongated his build figure, giving him an air of superiority. The high waisted pants, buckled with a leather belt that hugged his waist, the fabric of the pants being a little too tight for his strong thighs. You could not help but press your thighs together as you fawned over Seungcheol getting ready, his strong eyes scanning over his figure through the mirror. You were sitting on bed, all prepped and pretty, ready to leave for the important meeting you two had. But gosh the way your husband looked so delectable in that goddamn suit made you curse under your breath as you slowly lost your mind over having to leave and not being able to just have him right there and now.

Seungcheol was too caught up on his own figure to notice you fiddling around in the edge of the bed, legs firmly held close as you tried to get some sort of relief through the thin lace fabric of your panties, eyes closing shut and mouth breathing a quiet moan when you felt the texture just barely rub onto your already swollen bud. You wished you had the guts to just tell him to fuck you right there but the words got caught up on your throat as you eyed him again, the way his face was so serious, fingers quickly closing the coat's buttons and wrists.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's go" You snapped back to reality as you heard his voice, quickly jumping to your feet as you felt your underwear stick into your folds as you got up and adjusted the dress. Seungcheol quickly grabbed his wallet and keys, calling you over with his hand, which you were quick to hold onto as you knew he could not stand the idea of walking around without having his hand on you in some sort of way. Possessive? Seungcheol? You never heard of it.

The way to the meeting was the worst part. Trying to get your head out of the image of him with the suit, your mind doing its best to just focus on his voice and talking, but every time you turned to look back at him, you were met with the sight made in heaven of him wearing the black suit. Your thighs were mushed together due to how hard you were pressing them against each other, trying so badly to get relief yet failing miserably. It only got worse when he placed his hand on one of them, giving a tight squeeze and rubbing his palm of your bare and warm skin, wanting to feel your flesh under his touch. The way he was completely possessive of you, needing to have the feel of your body onto his grip in some sort of way always made you melt into a puddle. It was so hot seeing how jealous he got whenever another man tried to get funny with you, how he was quick to wrap a arm around your waist and hold it in bruising strength. Seeing his jaw clench when hearing the dude's stupid words, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he saw the man fumbling around while trying to talk. He was so intimidating and you could not help but lean into that from day one.

When you met him for the first time at an event organized by your parents, you felt your legs almost turn into jello. The way he stared at you, curious to know who was the child of his parents biggest allies, a child he, somehow, had never met before. The way he was so polite, bowing to you as you got introduced and gently taking your hand, placing a kiss on the top of the back. The way he was quick to catch on your favorite conversation topics, making talking with him an easy and pleasant experience. From day one, you were on the palm of his hand, just like he was at your feet the moment his eyes landed on your figure. Your marriage was no surprise to the big names of the underworld, and your relationship was almost a goal for every single younger couple that saw you two together. You felt the car stop, looking right at the window and seeing the big ballroom that awaited you two. As you took your seatbelt off, Seungcheol opened the door for you, quickly giving you his coat as he saw you lightly shiver over the cold wind of the night. You could see his muscles perfectly with the thin shirt, wanting nothing more than just palm and squeeze them as his hands traveled around your body as well.

"I promise this is going to be quick, okay my love?" He adjusted the coat on you, making sure it covered a part of your figure so you could get warmer "I sorta promised Jihoon and Soonyoung I would be here, but we don't need to stay much" He gave you a tiny smile.

"It's okay, I don't mind" You did mind, in fact you were dying to come back and plead in your knees for him to bang you all night "Lets get inside, maybe they have a few nice drinks"

"My lady?" He offered you his arms, and you laughed as you linked with it.

"Always such a gentlemen"

"Only for you" Seungcheol winked at you, you two laughing lightly as you walked inside of the big building. It was just like any other ballroom: over the top and extremely rich looking. The chandelier was the prettiest part in your opinion, shining in an abnormal way, almost as if it was made with actual diamonds. Cheol was quick to navigate with you through the crowd of people, soon finding two men drinking together at a more reserved table, capturing their attention by just walking closer.

"There you were, thought you two would never appear" The man with platinum blonde hair laughed, quickly giving both of you tight hugs as the other one just gave a polite head motion as a welcoming sign, calling over one of the servers for more drinks. You couldn't even be mad as you had known Soonyoung and Jihoon as long as you had known your husband. Jihoon was the son of a major politician and now head leader of an important information chain that covered the whole underworld throughout the country, gathering important and personal data about almost every single mafia family that existed. Soonyoung was the youngest of a family of five kids, child of one of the richest men of the crime scene, and yet he was the one selected to be the new leader of the family as he had proved himself to be a prodigy in the fine art of commiting crimes. Both of their families had alliances with yours, not as strong as Seungcheol's family, but just as important, and you were aware that the event you four were in right now was a big one for all three of their families. That's why you were cursing yourself for being horny at just an important situation. But god, couldn't Seungcheol just choose another day to be this attractive?

You quickly grabbed one of the martinis the server brought, gulping on it quite hard to try and get your head out of the foggy needy state it was right now.

"Do you by any means know when Jeonghan's arriving?" Jihoon asked Seungcheol, and you noticed how the grip on his glass of whiskey got tighter. His jaw clenched mid gulp, Adam's Apple bulging as he tensed at the mention of Jeonghan's name. They were not enemies, no, they were acquaintances. Mostly because of you. You were Jeonghan's childhood best friend, and the one he stuck to like glue. Neither of you liked each other, no. Jeonghan was already married by the time you met Cheol, and he was very happy with his partner. But he loved to tease Seungcheol for the shits and giggles. Hugging your arm, holding your waist, draining your attention to him, he loved seeing Seungcheol get worked up and annoyed by his closeness with you. And you couldn't even protest because every time Jeonghan appeared, Seungcheol took you to heaven and beyond by the time you were home. It was almost as if Jeonghan was aware of your manhandling kink and made that on purpose.

"No, I'm not aware of when he is arriving" Your husband answered shortly, arm creeping around your waist and pulling you closer "I wasn't even aware that he was coming"

"Yeah, apparently this event is a big one because of his partner's family, y'know?" Soonyoung answered, scrolling around on his phone "They are like the main investors on this scheme they are going to propose and he needs to be here because he's one of the it boys for the campaign's image, something like that. Nothing that us mere mediocre looking fellas would know about" He said, giving you a quick wink right after, causing you to giggle lightly as you knew he didn't think any of them were mediocre looking, nor did you. Your conversation was quickly disrupted by an amalgamation of sound coming from the rest of the party, seeing as some people whispered while someone traveled between the sea of humans. Soon enough, said person appeared in your vision, and it was no one other than Yoon Jeonghan himself. His eyes scanned through the tables, eyes lighting up as he met yours and a smile spreading across his handsome face, feet quickly making their way towards you.

"Good evening, gentlemen" he slightly bowed, turning his attention towards you with a cheeky smile "Good evening, Y/N. Looking amazing as always"

"Jeonghan, you always say that" You punched him lightly on the arm, laughing at his complement "I'm going to start showing up on a potato sack to see if you're still gonna say that"

"Well I'm sure you would still look marvelous even on a potato sack" Jeonghan put his hands on his pants pockets, directing his eyes attention to someone right by your side "Don't you agree, Seungcheol?"

"Yes. Yes I agree" You could see the tension in his neck, vein popping out as he picked his inner cheek with his tongue, gaze fixated with rather hatred on your best friend "My wife looks amazing on anything she wears" The emphases on my wife, as well with the tight and strong grip around your waist made your skin get goosebumps, the pool between your legs getting wetter by the minute. You just wanted to drag Seungcheol to the nearest bathroom and fuck him there. You noticed Jeonghan's grin getting wider, chuckling to himself as he grabbed a drink from the server's tray. He could tell by the way your whole body was almost stiff that something was clouding your mind, and he was almost certain that something was your husband who now, was hugging you from behind, arms firmly wrapping your torso and chin resting against your shoulder as his piercing gaze almost burned a hole through your best friend's skull. Jeonghan gave you a funny look, indicating his mind had created one of his devilish tricks in order to get Seungcheol where you wanted him to be.

"Do you two need a room or something? This place has some private bedrooms in it, y'know?" Jihoon mentioned with a sarcastic tone, a blush creeping through your cheeks as you felt Cheol sign in discontent against your ear, releasing your waist and adjusting himself to your side. It's not that the three men felt uncomfortable, they were already used to Seungcheol's antics when it comes to you. But the rest of the people at the party, some important investors and family leaders could disapprove of such "inappropriate" behavior, and that could cost your husband's family a huge deal. Soonyoung quickly fumbled around his phone, calling Seungcheol over to see something regarding the announcement that was about to be made during the event.

That was Jeonghan's cue to quickly link arms with you and drag you out of there, pulling you through the maze of people and approaching a balcony, the glass doors quickly shutting behind you two as the cold air of the night hit you. Luckily, you still wore Seungcheol's coat, feeling the scent of his perfume hit your nose and fill your senses.

"Finally I got you out of the wolf's grip" Han started, signing in annoyance "I know you find attractive the way he's extremely possessive of you, but dear god if he could he would murder me in a heartbeat"

"Oh please, he would never" You took the last sip of your drink, placing your elbow against the rail of the balcony as the older gave you a wondering look "Besides, you are always teasing him. It's like you're constantly asking him to hate you"

"I do it because it is fun. I even do it with my father in law" He shrugged "But seriously, he is just so… Aggressive when it comes to you. I'm needy for my partners attention but he is just next level obsessed"

"And I'm okay with that" You gave him a cheeky smile, laughing as he rolled his eyes at your statement.

"Of course you're okay with it. You're not the one almost getting its neck cracked" He gulped on the drink, placing the glass lightly on the rail of the balcony "Besides, we all know what happens when he gets jealous and you two go home" The suggestive smirk made you blush even more, eyes averting his teasing gaze as you shook your head negatively "Oh please, don't pretend like he doesn't rail you when he's this jealous and you don't like it"

"I'm not, I just don't know how to react when people point out" You bit your lip, mind traveling back to the vision of him being tense due to Jeonghan's presence, his muscles getting even more visible through the black turtleneck he wore. Your best friend could see that your head was leading you through something, quickly remembering his plan from earlier.

"It's the black suit, isn't" He knew you like the back of his hand "Seeing him in a black suit made you horny and you're trying to avert that but failing miserably because he keeps getting all touchy with you" He laughed, making you hit him on the chest as he shook his head "Oh gosh, you're two are worse than horny teenagers that just found out what sex is… I mean, that's kinda how it all started-" You hit him in the chest again, face red from his statements as you tried to hide your embarrassment. It was true, you two could not spend more than a couple of hours without getting into each others pants, getting to the point of arriving on places late because you two were fucking or simply missing family gatherings to dive into each others body throughout the whole evening.

"Can you please just don't?" You asked, trying to hide your smile but failing.

"What? Talk about the suit or that you two were horny teenagers?" His smile made you feel even more ashamed. Jeonghan knew how to make you embarrassed without needing much.

"Both! Please, I'm trying my best to not just pounce on him in the middle of everyone" you sigh "It's not my fault that my incredibly handsome husband looks like an absolute five course meal on that all black suit"

"I'm not saying it's your fault, I'm saying neither of you know how to control your hormones. I'm surprise I'm not an uncle yet" He took a last sip of his whiskey, chuckling lightly "I'm going to quote Jihoon and remind you that there are bedrooms in this place for some reason and that you two can just solve your problems by going there"

"I don't think Cheol would like the idea of having sex outside of our house. Beside the walls in this place are thin as ice and anyone would he-"

"Y/N!" You heard the door swing with a bang, startling both of you as you turned your heads to the familiar voice. Seungcheol's face was red with anger and jealousy, looking over at both of you as you could hear his teeth clenching against each other and his nails digging into the wood frame of the glass doors. You felt your knees start to give in, holding on to the rail so that you wouldn't fall on your face as he approached both of you with stomping feet. Yet Jeonghan didn't seem to be amused by it, appearing rather calm as your husband got on his face, eyes burning with anger.

"Who do you think you are to just drag my wife across this fucking party and get her away from me?" His satoori accent popped out every time he was furious, making his voice tremble low and making you feel your folds clench against nothing as your core aches.

"We were just sharing a few laughs and talking, like best friends do" Jeonghan's snarky tongue made sure to put emphasis on best friends, assuring that Cheol only got more worked up as his first clenched, wanting nothing more than to just punch the smugness out of your friends face. Seungcheol grabbed your wrist with rather force, you were sure you're getting a bruise.

"Jihoon is calling us, they are going to announce whatever the hell this event is for" The light on his eyes, whoever, did not lie to you "Let's go" Cheol dragged you along with him, leaving a smirking Jeonghan to sit there on the balcony, proud that he had accomplished yet again his goal of making your husband do what you wanted him to. Seungcheol took you across the place, quickly getting both of you lost on a series of corridors as he searched for something. It was not long before you found yourself in a corridor full of doors, each one labeled with a gold number plate. He impatiently searched around in his pockets, quickly finding a key with a tag that had the same number as the door you were in front.

"I said it was going to be a quick event, nothing more than just an hour. But no" He angrily stuck the keys on the keyhole, opening the door and dragging you inside "He had to test my patience yet again and just drag you away from me" He closed the door with rather force, your eyes noticing how tense his forearms were "I'm getting fucking tired of his behaviour. He does it to get on my nerves, I know" He tossed the key on a nearby table, turning himself back to you. The look on his eyes, that dark lustful gaze he only gave you when he was going to ruin you. He approached you, your feet walking back until you hit the wall, feeling like a prey under his intense gaze. He caged your frame with his arms, resting them on each sides of your body as he slowly got closer to your flushed face, lips getting dangerously close to yours "Now I'm going to make sure the whole building knows who you belong to"

It was the last thing you heard before you felt his plush lips crash against yours, mouth captivated in an intense breath-taking kiss. Your hands flew to his neck, feeling the baby hairs and gripping on his shoulder as his arms pulled you up against the wall, legs wrapping around his waist and dress getting bunched up in the process. You could feel your core rubbing against the leather belt that held his high-waisted pants, unintentionally grinding down as a way to get more friction. His hands gripped your ass, riding up your dress even more and making the fabric stop at your waist, his mouth traveling down south through your face, jaw and neck, sucking purple love bites across your skin. Your back kept arching towards his body, hands gripping on anything as your head lost itself to the feeling of his teeth nibbling at your sensitive spots. You tried your best to hold the inevitable moans coming out of your throat, but it was almost impossible as your husband was quick to slide one of his hands between your legs, long fingers rubbing your fold through the lace underwear.

"You love to see me angry, don't you?" He growled, sending shivers down your spine as you felt your panties getting more soaked "Such a dirty little whore… Getting all wet and needy just from seeing me fight with Jeonghan…" He pushed the fabric to the side, fingertips gently touching your clit as he rubbed you in small teasing circles. You whined, hips halting and trying to search for more stimulation, making him chuckle low "You ask him to do that shit, don't you? To make him tease me and make me mad. You asked him, didn't you?"

"N-No" It was all you could mutter, teeth gripping on your bottom lip as you felt one of his slender fingers slide inside of you, curling up inside and teasingly moving slow "H-He does it b-because he thinks its f-fun" You were trying so hard to not moan out loud, the fear of getting caught by someone hiking up the adrenaline running through your body. Your eyes were closed but you could hear him smirking.

"Ah, sure. He does it because it's fun…" He added another finger, using his thumb to press against your sensitive bud and rub it very slowly, making you lose your mind "Well, I'm doing this because I think it's fun to see you melt on my touch like that" He whispered against the shell of your ear, biting and nibbling at your earlobe as you pressed your lips to muffle the moans.

"C-Cheol, p-please…" It felt humiliating to beg for him, but he knew how much you liked to do so. Whether it would be on your knees or on his lap, he always had you begging and pleading for him to touch you in the right way. You yelped as you felt his hand come down on your thigh, a hard and loud spank marking the flesh of your skin and making it tingle in pleasure.

"That's not my name, pretty" He hummed, kissing up your jaw, his free hand traveling up your torso and wrapping around your throat, squeezing lightly. You knew what he wanted to be called, and it made your face flush with red.

"D-Daddy…" The smirk on his face made your walls clench, seeing him get cocky always made you turned on. And that only boosted his ego "P-Please… Need you…"

"That's my pretty girl" His voice sounded so endearing, but his fingers kept doing the dirty job, pumping in and out of your pussy with zero resentment. He brought his lips closer to yours, an inch away from kissing you "You want me that bad hm? Since we left the house you've been like this…" Your breath hitched, body tensing, Did he notice your absolute neediness in the past hour? He chuckled low.

"Think I wouldn't notice? You squeezing your thighs together, tensing up every time that I touch you, avoiding physical touch with me when I know that you love to have your hands on me… I'm handsome but I'm not dumb, y'know?" Hearing him brag about himself made your cunt clench around his fingers, his head shaking negatively as he smiled "I'm so fucking lucky to have you, aren't I?" You whimper, lips searching for his in a messy kiss as you pathetically tried to move your hips, trying to find that sweet friction that you oh so needed to tip over the edge. But you soon felt empty as his fingers left you, hand stopping you from moving as you tried to wiggle your way to your orgasm. You whined, pouting mid kiss as you heard him laugh lightly.

“So you rather have my fingers inside you than my dick? Got it” His hands were about to leave your body, but you hurriedly stopped him, aggressively shaking your head no.

“No, no, no, no, please. Daddy please” You begged, eyes round and pleading for him to not leave you stranded like that, hot and bothered.

“Daddy what, baby?” You could feel the tease dripping from his voice, strong hands holding your waist as he pressed himself against you more, making you easily feel his bulge through the pants. Your eyes rolled back, breath hitching as you tried to say again the all mighty words that could give you anything you wanted.

“Daddy, please fuck me” Your breath came out shaky, eyes diving onto his gaze with your best puppy look as you pleaded for him to do something, anything. He smirked.

“Always such a polite and good girl” His lips glued on your neck, sucking even more purple spots on your skin as you felt one of his hands fumble to open his belt and pants, one of your hands coming down to help him out “All mine… You get that right? You’re only mine” He growled low in your ear, earning a whine from you as you felt your cunt clench around the cold air. Your panties were ruined at this point, so it was not hard for him to swissfully take them off of you, the air hitting your slicked slit and making a shiver go down your spine. Your fingers were fast to start pumping his shaft once his cock was out of its confines, your hand getting messy with his precum as you lubed him up, earning low growls and small curses from his plush lips that kept biting and sucking the entirety of your throat.

Seungcheol lined his tip with your entrance, slowly stuffing you up as his hands helped your hips sink towards his, both of you moaning at the feeling of relief. Your knuckles were white from gripping in his shoulder for support, and his were white from gripping on your ass, the flesh being marked with his rough fingerprints and leaving bruises you were going to admire later. With no previous warning, Cheol gave an experimental thrust, grinning wide once he saw your eyes roll back as your mouth tried to gasp for the air that got knocked out of your lungs. Dr leaned over you, one of his hands holding onto the wall behind your figure, pressuring you and consequently diving even deeper in your cunt, your walls gripping around his dick with enough force to make him moan loud. Your eyes widened, the possibility of getting caught running through your mind again.

"Worried someone's gonna find us, baby?" He asked teasingly, face getting closer as his lips were less than an inch away from yours "Don't worry, I'm making sure that Jeonghan hears from whenever he his how much you love to bounce on my dick" His voice sounded husky and dangerous, the hand holding against the wall gripping on your jaw, slowly making its way down to your throat "And don't you dare to muffle your noises, do you understand?"

You nodded, eyes glazed with tears as he started to pound into you at an inhuman pace. Your head could not get thrown back due to the wall, but that didn't stop you from letting out the most choked out moans you could, whining as his cock rammed against your walls and hit your sweet spot over and over again. Didn't matter how long you two were married, you never got used to his size, thick and long, making you feel full and cumming just from getting inside of you. The stretch you felt was unbelievably delicious, your pussy spilling more and more of your juices on his dick, the gushing sounds being borderline pornographic and making you even wetter. You bit your lip hard in order to muffle a really loud, borderline scream moan, feeling as your teeth cut through the flesh of your soft lips and the taste of blood caressed your tongue gently. It wasn't until you felt your face being slapped, the tingling sensation pulsating on your cheeks as your eyes opened and you were met with Seungcheol's burning gaze on you, the anger and lust clouding his dark pupils.

"What did I say about muffling your noises, darling?" He hissed through grinned teeth, fingers yet again wrapping around your throat, his strong grip squeezing tightly and making you light headed. The feeling of being railed by his cock while he choked you made your head spin around in dizziness, your cunt betraying you and spilling more of your juices, ruining his pants and making the skin of your thighs wet. You could barely whine, tears falling from your eyes as you tried your hardest to form a cohesive answer, but to no avail, babbling nonsense.

"Tsk, can't even follow a simple rule. You're really a dumb little slut, aren't you?" You mewl, feeling the coil underneath your stomach start to build up as he quickened his pace "But I can't complain. I like you like that: cockdumb, whiny and ready to be breed. Can only say my name again and again, can't you?" Your answer was a dragged moan of his name as he hit your spongy spot with force, your cries sounding like music to his ears "C'mon baby, tell everyone in this fucking event who's the one fucking you just right" He whispered in your ear, a moan from him following right along as your walls clamped around his dick like a vice, ready to milk him dry. His thrusts started to halt, becoming more frenetic as his hands gripped on your waist, making the task of pouding you to oblivion easier. The coil got tighter, your mouth shouting his name like a mantra over and over as your orgasm finally washed over you, making you see white as your whole body shook from the hard climax.

Just as the overstimulation started to make you sensitive, you felt Cheol's body tense against yours, his pink lips spilling a series of curses, moans and your name as you felt his cock shoot white ropes of warm seed inside of you, cum mixing with your own and making a mess. You two stood in silence, catching up your breath as you cockwarmed him, hugging his shoulder tightly as he hugged your waist, gluing his body to your even more. Your fingers brushed the dark strains of hair that stick to his forehead, allowing you to see his face better before searching his mouth for a passionate kiss, tongue diving onto his mouth and tasting the drinks from earlier.

"I needed you so fucking bad…" You said as he slowly pushed out of your pussy, the mixture of your cum with his slowly dripping from your legs as you pulled the ruined panties up, all while he pushed his dick back to his trousers and closed up his zipper.

"I needed you really fucking bad. Do you have any idea how amazing you look in that dress? Couldn't wait to fill you up..." He whined, motioning towards your figure as you searched around in the drawers that existed in the room, finding a box of tissues and cleaning the trail of cum that slowly made its way down your leg. You could feel the pool of cum pilling up inside your underwear, the thought of being filled up again by your husband making you instantly clench "Baby?"

"Hm?" You looked back at him, a shiver going down your spine as you noticed how dark his gaze still was. It was like he knew what was going on through your mind, he knew you like the back of his hand.

“Let’s go home. I’m not done with you yet”

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707 pt.4 christmas special

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WARNINGS: soft toji... (we all deserve it), choking, hickeys

NEXT PART COMING SOON: SMUTTIEST SMUTTY SMUT SMUTTIER THAN SMUT HAS EVER SMUTTED (hopefully)

you stood in your kitchen, making hot chocolate for yourself and megumi upon his insistence. it was early evening and megumi had woken toji up from his five hour long nap to ask him to play. and like a moody man, he dropped him off at your house, going back to bed.

so, after an hour of sketching with him and letting him play on one of your guitars, you placed him on the kitchen counter. megumi latched onto you like a slug until you agreed to make him hot chocolate. he looked at you with so much love. you had been a welcome surprise for him. he adored how you let him be himself unconditionally. you encouraged his hobbies, helped him find new ones, and you never forced him to behave. you had become his safe space too.

you let megumi decorate some cookies you'd baked with icing cream. he was truly an artist. you watched him hold the icing bag with his tiny hands and fill in the star shaped cookies.

the shelf against your door creaked and moved as toji barged inside your house (which you didn't mind of course).

"put it back in place. there's no point in that barricade if you end up pushing through it, you know..." you said from your kitchen.

toji kicked the shelf with his knee to push it back against the door. he stood, leaning against the kitchen island, eyes shifting between you and the cookies megumi showed him.

he held back a laugh watching your outfit for the day. the way you paired miscellaneous items of clothing and still came out with an outfit had his eyes glued to you. you wore fishnet tights, a brown plaid skirt, beige turtleneck and a huge cardigan that engulfed you. you felt his eyes staring at you. not staring at you, but, well, checking you out. his mind always wandered. never to bad places, but his thoughts were usually, well, dirty...

you poured an extra mug of hot chocolate for him too. you dipped your finger in megumi's mug to check how hot it was.

"i want..."

"it's boiling hot, gumi."

"gimme" he did his grabby hands, and you smirked. you held your finger out to him and he licked the steaming hot chocolate off it, flinching at its temperature. toji licked his own lips, envying his son for a solid minute. he could just keep looking at you. your lips, your hair, your eyes, your figure… god, you were beautiful. you were so, so perfect. his heart was beating hard in his chest.

"will you be a good boy and wait for it to cool down a little?"

"yes he will," said toji as he scooter over to stand behind you, hiding you from megumi's view. he had you trapped between him and the kitchen counter. as you sprayed whipped cream on the mugs, toji slid his hand under your skirt and grabbed your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. you jumped a little, startled, and dropped a spoon, his hand grasping at it and grabbing it before it hit the floor. he moved his hands to your legs, to your thighs…

"so clumsy..." his voice reverberated. you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as his hands started to move up your legs, his lips almost touching your ear.

"you have some nerve..." you said, a shudder running down your spine.

"don't blame me."

"here," you said, handing him a mug.

you managed to escape his towering frame looming over you, and slid a mug of hot chocolate to megumi. he crushed some cookies and sprinkled them over the cream. the three of you circled the kitchen island, sipping hot chocolate and wiping cream moustaches.

"so, what's your plan today? it's christmas eve..."

"he wants to see the giant tree in the a city square. guess i gotta take him there."

"oh yeah! they go all out on the lights. this year i think they're letting people hang their own ornaments on it. it's a huge tree," you said. "come with us," he said. toji never cared much for celebrations, but it meant something to his kid and if there was one lesson he'd learned from the life he'd grown up in, was that every child deserves an innocent and fun childhood. so if it meant taking megumi out to see the sights, buying him candies or toys, or even inviting his favourite person with them, he'd do it.

"i have a delivery coming in tonight, i'll need to supervise it," you replied.

"we'll make it back in time."

"they need to set it up and all, toji..."

"y/n come with us!" megumi chirped, his eyes shining like stars.

you groaned at how cute he could get. "you're gonna be such a heartthrob, gumiiii. fine, i'll come." you ruffled his and kissed his forehead and megumi giggled with glee.

"he's got you wrapped around his finger."

"tell me about it..."

the three of you roamed around the city, looking at the sights. christmas came alive with a twinkle of lights and festive decorations. tall buildings sparkled with fairy lights, casting a warm glow across the streets. storefronts dressed up their windows with scenes of santa, snow, and elves, creating a holiday buzz. wreaths hung on each door, bells and holly tied to them.

eggnog stands popped up on corners and the air carried the scent of spices as people savoured cups of eggnog, dusted with nutmeg. megumi had the appetite of two grown men and drank a whole pint of eggnog, hogged candies, cookies, and caramel popcorn.

"he's gonna wreck havoc tonight..." said toji, picking his kid up before he spotted anything remotely edible.

"and stay knocked out the whole day tomorrow."

"i'd pay to see that," he sighed.

megumi, bundled up in a cozy jacket, marvelled at the storefronts and the twinkling lights. he loved the colours and the glow of the city.

you soon stood in front of the giant christmas tree. it was massive, draped in ribbons, tinsel, lights, and a myriad of ornaments that people brought. some were storebought, some hand-made, some hung small lockets, picture-frames, and some even hung love letters.

toji held megumi on his shoulder and let him hang a little sketch he'd made of a christmas tree.

"it looks so pretty over there, gumi!" you said, admiring it.

"are ya gonna put something on too?"

"yep," you said as you pulled out something from your purse. you stood on your toes and hung an ornament you'd created out of one of your old golden guitar picks.

"huh. nice."

"i have too many picks. thought i'd spare one... do you have anything to hang?"

"uh... sure," said toji, pulling out a vicks inhaler from his pocket.

"bruh..." you burst into laughter, swatting the fuck out of toji's arm as he messily hung the keyring on a branch, next to your pick. you took a picture of megumi with the tree and his sketch. you snuck in a few pictures of toji looking absolutely disinterested in everything. the three of you roamed around some more until you walked by the lake, frozen and decorated with lights. people were skating on the ice. megumi pulled your hand and led you to the lake.

"you wanna skate, gumi?" you asked and he nodded. so you paid for a pair of skates for you and him. before you could ask toji, he backed away and waved his hand at you.

"loser," you quipped and took megumi to the rink. the winter evening cast a gentle glow on the ice. megumi eagerly hopped from foot to foot in his skates, in anticipation.

it took a few tries to get him used to the light footing. it felt like a scissor gliding through thin paper. megumi slipped a few times, but you caught him in time, helping him regain his balance. after momentary tumbles, you hold his hand and skate across the frozen lake. your skates etched swirling patterns on the ground as you glided over the ice.

toji, leaning on the bannister that surrounded the lake, watched you from a distance. his gaze followed your every pirouette, leap, and glide. he could see you encouraging megumi from time to time. seeing you twirling around, throwing your head back laughing, and skating with his kid did nine kinds of things to toji, and they all made his heart swell, and that was his silent applause to you. you skated your way back to where toji stood, and helped megumi off the slipper ice. both your cheeks and noses were pink, and your laughs gushed out with a puff of mist.

"thought you'd fall..."

"you'd have loved to see that..."

megumi got tired of walking, so he sat atop his father shoulders. your taut walk home passed by in minutes, conversations seamlessly shifting between the trivial and the festive. megumi fell asleep on toji's shoulders, so you offered to hold him.

the three of you stood in the elevator; megumi asleep in your arms, his head resting on your shoulder, while your red handbag rested against toji's.

"sugar game was on point today. he's fast asleep."

"thank god... i can't have this brat run around all night."

"do you have to call him a brat?"

"he is..."

you rolled your eyes and stepped out as the elevator dinged and opened. the two of you were met with two delivery men standing in front of your house, alternately looking through the hole in your door.

"oh, right on time." you wade past them and open the door.

toji followed you, not liking the way the delivery men were looking at you, their eyes trailing your legs.

you asked them to come inside and go on with their work. they brought in a large parcel inside and placed it in a corner of the living room. they began unwrapping and taking their tools out, occasionally checking you out. you had megumi in your arms, so you couldn't see that.

toji, however, saw that and more. he knew what those nods and raised eyebrows meant. he wasn't one to be jealous of prawny men like them. but something about the way they looked at you made him feel... possessive about you.

"put megumi in the bed," he said, gently holding your arm, and guiding you inside.

"you okay with him sleeping here?"

"yes."

toji almost hurried you inside your room. you put megumi on the bed and tucked him in your blanket. you switched the lights off, turning around to leave.

toji caught you by your arm and pushed you against your bedroom door. before you could even respond, his lips crashed onto yours. he kissed you fiercely. he heard you whimper and gasp, but he did not stop. he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the door, pushing himself against you, harder. he pulled away for a second, allowing you to breathe. he didn't need any lights to see your swollen lips and dim expression. he tilted his head and kissed your neck, feeling your arms grab his shoulder defensively. toji brought one hand to your throat and wrapped his fist around it. he began sucking at your neck. his hands, and his mouth could feel your gulps and panting heartbeats. the urge to consume you had taken over him as he started biting your soft neck. the whimpers and moans that left your mouth were music to his ears. your hot and heavy breathing and the way your throat felt in his vice-like claw sent him to a boiling point. his teeth dug into your flesh softly. his hold over your throat tightened and your breathless moans only encouraged him to bite harder. he wanted to take you then and there... but he had a statement to make.

he pulled away, much to his reluctance.

"what was that for..." you asked, panting, feeling blood rise in your neck. not that you were complaining.

toji pulled you aside and opened the door to your room. he led the two of you outside. he went straight to your kitchen and downed a glass of water.

you were still coming down from the high he'd put you through. you sauntered into the living room to check on your parcel. pleased to see it put together, you leaned against the wall, watching the delivery men clean up their tools.

they turned around to look at you and the mischievous grins they had earlier faltered away into thin lines of disappointment.

"it's done, ma'am."

"thank you." you were about to reach for your purse on the kitchen island when toji stood beside you, snaking his hand around your waist.

"that looks great, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you almost rocketed through the roof. what the fuck is wrong with him...

the two men awkwardly waited in your living room, hoping you'd give them a holiday season tip or offer them refreshments.

the door to your bedroom opened and megumi stepped out, awoken by your conversations. rubbing his eye, he trudged to his father. toji knelt down in front of him, ruffling his hair.

megumi looked up at you... he asked, "what happened y/n?", pointing to your neck.

you had no idea what he was talking about. all you heard was toji whispering something to megumi.

"you see those men, megs? they hurt y/n... they've been bad boys..." he looked at you and threw a wink.

like a rabid puppy, megumi dashed at the two delivery men, flapping his arms at their legs. stunned and perplexed, they began backing away. megumi bit one guy's calf and he yelped in pain, running away, crashing into his partner. the two scurried out of your house, colliding into the walls.

"gumi! what... why would you do that?" you swatted toji's arm and he draped it across your shoulder.

he brought his lips close to your ear and whispered in a sultry voice, "well, my girl ain't available... someone's gotta teach those boys how to behave..."

megumi came back to you and asked if you were okay.

"yes, you... anklebiter..." you chuckled and assured him you were just... damn... fine.

"what were they here for anyway?"

you held toji's hand and brought him to your living room.

"i swear you act like you're blind sometimes..." you said, pointing to a large mantlepiece piano resting against the living room window.

"i was looking at you..." he shrugged.

megumi, like a curious cat, inspected the piano. he'd only seen grand pianos on tv and in malls. he'd never seen one like that.

"can you play?" he asked.

"sure! why not!" you agreed happily and sat down at the piano. opening the lid that covered it, you turned it on, and checked all the pedals once.

you began playing some chords softly, setting the tune, hoping to transition it to some song. well, it was christmas eve and you felt mildly grateful for the year. you also felt pleasant knowing that toji liked you for real. that he didn't turn out to be a one night-stand or a lesson learned.

slowly, you thought of a song to play. the ivory keys obeyed your fingers as you played chords familiar to most people your age. by habit, you began singing the song you were playing.

you smiled at megumi, who was glued to the side of the piano, looking at you with heart eyes.

as you reached the poignant peak, toji stepped forward, a barely noticeable smirk playing on his lips and bent down. without uttering a word, he began to sing, his voice carrying the lyrics with an unexpected depth and resonance. your eyes widened in astonishment, fingers still pressing the keys.

you had been accustomed to the solace of your music for so long that you were caught unawares by toji harbouring a hidden talent, let alone the fact that he knew the lyrics to the song. his voice croaked at a high note, but as the first few lines escaped his lips, your initial shock gave way to a mixture of disbelief and delight.

"you're my, my, my, my..."

"lover..."

your eyes met like strangers on an opportune day. you gave him a soft, affectionate smile and he gave you his cocky grin.

megumi's claps snapped your from your trance. you ruffled his hair. he asked you if he could play too and you helped him sit on the stool, adjusting it to increase the height. so while megumi played random keys, you stood beside toji, watching him.

"who the fuck introduced you to taylor swift?"

toji clutched his forehead, hiding his face with his hand. he knew this was coming. he could hear your contain your squeal.

"hold it in."

"i can't..."

"please..."

"but-"

"don't make a big deal out of it."

"can i please make a big deal out of it?"

he made the mistake of looking at you. oh, how could he refuse when you were staring at him with innocent doe eyes?

he sighed.

"you like her. so..."

"you listened to taylor swift for me?"

toji just groaned in response, hiding his face again. he felt you throw your arms around his neck. he wasted no time in hugging your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck... the one with a bold hickey he'd marked you with not minutes ago.

"i got you a gift," he whispered in your ear.

"oh?"

toji took something out of his pocket as you pulled away, his arm still around your waist. it was shabbily wrapped in a golden gift paper.

you chuckled and took it, slowly unwrapping it.

"awww, toji, you big old softie..."

you hugged him again, pressing a kiss to his cheek; your arms around his neck, hands holding a brand new doorknob.

(im dying at the way toji says “lover…”)

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regalevansworth · 2 years

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Little Fawn

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x Male reader

Summery : When your own father's exploits lead upto you being kidnapped by a tyrannical sociopath, there is no way you are getting out of the man's den in one piece or worse. But when the said man has a look of undeniable lust and claiming desire upon the first glimpse of your innocent being, would you be able to deny those inappropriate urges? Or you'll be the man's little fawn for the rest of your live?

Warnings : Passionate SMUT 18+, hint of non-con, oral sex, unprotected anal sex, age difference, size difference(you're cute n tiny)-sort of a kink too, daddy kink, dirty talking, biting, choking, rough manhandling, belly bulging, pet names(pretty boy, baby), possessive Lloyd(duh!) — remind me if I miss any.

Words count : 5.3k+

A/N : Here it is! My first ever fic that I have the courage to finally post. Actually, I had some other plans for my first fic, this idea came outta nowhere thanks to 'The Gray Man' and delicious Lloyd Hansen. Idk if it's too much cliche or rustic(self-deprecation talking, not me) but I've enjoyed writing it. I profusely apologise for my mistakes and story longevity (cz I love things slow). My special thanks to @chrisevansxmalereader for your endless support and love and all other authors up there who's writings inspired me so much! I genuinely hope you enjoy my writings as well. Likes and comments are highly appreciated. Love you all and- here goes nothing ;)

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You must be dreaming. There is no way of deeming this sudden horrible turn of events otherwise. Because, one moment you are arranging all the notes for your upcoming biology test and the next, you are slumped down on a huge sofa with an unendurable throbbing in your head.

After what felt like an hour of blinking slowly and trying to adjust to the surrounding lights, you come to your senses. Your first instinct is to scream— at the top of your lungs– for help because you know damn well that you've been abducted, mercilessly. But you hold back knowing that it'll only bring more catastrophe if it hasn't already.

You cautiously take in your surroundings and make yourself acquainted with pristine and somewhat historical looking structure. A room surrounded by walls that are dark-ish white, reagal furnitures and huge doors and windows with white see-through curtains.

Said doors burst open with a sudden clattering of footsteps- resulting you to jolt in surprise. "-agency should know that the fucker's son- well, hello pretty boy!" came a deep but somewhat amused voice, forcing you to look in the eyes of the source. You meet with the bluest of eyes that are now laced with something questionable.... dangerous....something like insurmountable hunger. And also something sinister like a predator eyeing it's prey. It is surely enough to make you squirm in discomfort.

Then you took in the sight of the handsome specimen with an equally handsome face, manly jaw, huge biceps, wide shoulders, thick neck and a splendid silhoutte going down to a tapered waist- all the things accentuated by the tight black turtleneck t-shirt he is wearing. Thick thighs and long legs draped with a pair of off-white chinos. But what caught your gaze the most is the weired looking moustache underneath his nose which makes him look rather funny except for his substantial presence being quite threatening.

The man- Lloyd Hansen, a former CIA mercenary, psychopathic killer, tyrant, ruthless barbarian an so on.....can't take his eyes off of the beautiful sight before him. You- with your dilated (e/c) eyes, soft (h/c) curls, pretty (s/c) smooth skin, plush soft lips and thin but elegant limbs totally left him out of breath. The light purple oversized hoodie you're wearing exposed the smooth expanse of your shoulders and neck that he'd absolutely love to cover with hickeys and bite marks.Oh, the things you make him want to do to you

Instructing his men to leave, Lloyd slowly stalks towards your frame—now curled up into a ball by hugging your knees to your chest. Never in his life has he ever been derailed from his mission this quickly. But just a single glimpse of you looking up at him so innocently, has him forgotten all about the task and what he has been hired for in the first place. It's like a lyric-less song resonating from your core and luring him in. And he knew there and then, he wants to— scratch that— need to have you. Inhibitions long thrown out of the window.

Watching him advance upon, you try to scoot backward but instantly meet with the headrest of the couch. He carefully leans in to your visage level. You make a futile attempt look away only for him to grab your chin and make you look him in the eyes. To say that you're scared would be an understatement when you are utterly terrified because every bit of the man's expression is screaming danger and that you're in trouble.

“My my, what a pretty little thing you are! Didn't know that the bastard had a full bloomed dahlia in his garden!” the man commented with a perilous grin. “What are you talking about?” you whimper out. You know that your father isn't some sort of noble-man working for humanity, if the abundance of his wealth is anything to go by and that he definitely has some secrets. But what in the hell is this?

Then the man let out a dark chuckle, “Aww, you don't know anything about your daddy's petty business, do you littlle fawn? That you're here because of him?”

“I don't understand. Who are you? Where am I?” You frightfully demand, raking your head around the room.

Without another word, the man ducks down and licks a long stripe across your shoulder and neck with a soft but firm kiss behind your ear, his moustache tickling the path. You let out a sound somewhere between gasping and whining before gripping the man's shoulder with both of your hands. “Mmm...your skin tastes just as sweet as it looks, baby. Fuck!” He slids a thumb right under your bottom lip and continues, “Unfortunately, a sweet thing like you should also be ruined, don't you think?”

The dark edge to his voice accompanied with his hot breath against your neck make you shudder in timid anticipation. “Please, don't hurt me” you feel tears prickling your eyes. If the man has something bad planned for you, you only hope that it doesn't include actual manslaughter. “Oh, baby! You're such an innocent little lamb, aren't you?” The man drawls. “Don't worry, we're gonna have so much fun together” he states with the same smirk.

Your confusion only augments when he pulls you up to your feet and picks you up without a warning and starts to stride towards the nearby king sized bed. You gasp in surprise and try to wriggle out of his grasp. The next thing you know, the man lies you down gently on the bed. He starts to run his palms up and down the sides of your torso, making your thighs quiver in it's wake. His dark and hungry gaze burning through your skin, crawling like a raging fever.

All of a sudden, a pair of soft chapstick tinted lips crashes onto yours and all of the air from your lungs have been abruptly kicked out. He's devouring you like a drowning man for air and all you can do is clung to those ridiculously huge biceps for leverage. The kiss is frantic, urgent with need, smacking loudly in the otherwise silent room. You make a sound at the back of your throat which makes the bigger man groan and deepen the kiss. You're having a hard time keeping up as the man kisses and nips your bottom lip, it's all harsh teeth and tongue. Having no experience on the act of kissing makes your moves sloppy but it does little for the man to back out.

A fresh tear slids down the corner of your eye. You're still trying to make out the situation and trying to figure out what is happening. What is he doing? Is he going to have his way with you? Without your consent? Defile the innocence you've been carrying all through your life? Are you going to forcefully loose your virginity to a man who is all but gentle? Or is this some kind of cruel nightmare?

Before you know it, a thick tongue is prying you lips apart and seeking access to your mouth. Your disapproval sound goes totally ignored as the tongue roams the inside of your mouth, tastes every nook and crevice making you moan and whimper shamelessly. Your responses only intensifies the man's hunger, drawing an aggressive growl from him. By the time you both are panting, taking in rugged breath as he breaks the kiss.

“Wai-wait-wait, please! Don't do this to me, I'm begging you. I-I-I... don't wanna get hurt” You outright beg and try to shove him off of you by his shoulders but he grips your wrists just as tightly. When you look him in the eye, you see the same daring darkness returning, blue orbs eclipsed by the blown wide pupils, then returns that toothy smirk.“It's okay, sweetheart. I can see it's your first time. Let me take care of you. Let me make both of us feel good” He suavely persuades.

The juxtaposition of his words and expression is making you uncomfortable, totally perplexed and beyond frustrated. But before you have the time to protest, he is attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses and bites, leaving a trail of hickeys all over your shoulder and collarbone. Bright purple bruises are forming on your skin by his harsh suction and lastly in a manner of soothing he licks over the marks.

By the time he is finished with your neck, you are a writhing, moaning and whimpering mess. As much as you loathe to admit it, but all these intimate actions, physical contacts have somewhat left you craving for more. You are absolutely mortified by your eagerness but the man is attending to you, giving you the attention you longed for so long after being shielded and preserved, grounded for the sake of your own safety. So, you don't essentially put up a fight when he starts to undress you even if you're still a bit unsure.

When the last part of you clothing has accompanied the rest of your attire on the floor, you are completely naked before the man. Cheeks flushed pink, you try to cover yourself up as much as possible with your palms but he takes your wrists and swats them away. Lloyd- is totally awestruck by your beauty, sprawled under his heavy gaze, spit slicked lips-bitten red, neck and collarbone marked prettily, you are like an angle to this god forsaken world. Delicate like the wisps of autumn.

“You truly are a work of art baby, so beautiful!” he rasps as he ducks down to peck you on the lips. He slowly trails his kisses down your body. Your neck, shoulders, chest and special attention to your nipples. He sucks on them as if determined to draw anything that must be kept underneath. You can't help but moan at the sensation making the bigger man groan against your soft skin. Oh! Not to mention that you're painfully hard by this point, cock leaking and twitching against the curve of your belly- all thanks to his little ministrations. Even if your sub-conscious mind is still alarted, your body is responding, appreciating and seeking more. Your nipples are all puffy and red and glistening with saliva after he finishes.

Then he stands upto his knees. Eyes still glued to your heaving figure, he pulls his shirt over his head before going to unbutton his pants. Your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of his hard-muscled form. Comically broad chest and impeccable pecs with some light dusting of dark blond hair, cheseled abs going down to the v-shape of his groin, a trail of hair following the skin and disappering under the band of his black boxer briefs. Arms looking extra huge now that they're accompanying the whole package. He notices that you're staring and smirks to himself making you blush to the root. Then he tugs at the waistband of his briefs and-

“Oh!” There sprangs free the biggest cock you've ever seen. Although, the only cock you've ever seen is obviously yours but still, you can guess the comparison. Standing there proudly, the cock is thick from base to the tip, long and veiny, mushroom shaped head flushed an angry shade of red making you gulp involuntarily. The thing is unblemished and has a slight upward curv. Balls looking heavy and full, hanging between his parted thighs. And suddenly you're very(very) nervous. Thighs closing instinctively.

Sensing your nervousness, Lloyd gently nudges your thighs apart and gets between them. He noses at your jaw and purrs, “You're gonna get this cock, baby. No matter you accept it or not. I'm going to have you the way I like. But first, you have to work for it”

With that, he stands up again but this time moves out of the bed and stands at the edge before beckoning you closer. Your perplexed state remains as you crawl towards him on your hands and knees who is now lazily stroking his cock all the while eyeing you hungrily. He then places the tip of his cock at your lips and traces the soft petals, smearing the precum all over them. You stare at him through your fluttering lashes the entire time and as if you're expecting further command. His dick jumps at the sight.

“Open up” he orders and you obey like a good boy. Then ever so slowly, he pushes his gargantuan cock past your lips and you experimentally give the tip a lick. Grimacing at the bitter taste of his precum you move your tongue at the under side of his dick, moving up again swirling around the tip and hear him groan in pleasure over you immediately. Then you take him in hand and embolden by his groans and moans, lick his cock from the base to the tip before kissing the head and closing your lips around it. “Fuck” he curses and shoves his whole length down your throat.

Before you have the time to adjust he starts to thrust his cock over and over in your mouth. You desperately grab at his strong thighs fot support. “Fuck, baby just like that. You look even more beautiful like this. Mouth stuffed full of my cock. Taking everything I give you” he groans overhead. “Are you gonna drink all of my cum too, little kitten? Gulp down all the thick milk I give you? Hmm? Like the good kitten you are?” You can do nothing but to whimper in response. All of this filthy talking is making you more aroused than it should.

“Yeah, I know you will. You're practically gaggin' for it, aren't you? My sweet, greedy boy” the last two words are punctuated by deep thrusts that have you choking on his length. Drool and spit dripping down your chin which is also making his cock glisten, looking even more intimidating and enraged. Looking up through your lashes, you take in the sight of his heaving chest, quick deep breaths are leaving his nostrils like some sort of lifeline. Pecs and abs are already sweaty and shining from the laboured thrusts.

Gripping the sides of your head, he starts to thrust in more urgently.soon you become light-headed from the lack of oxygen and can do nothing but to relax your throat that is now achy from the intrusion, hollowing your cheeks to make it easier. Tears stinging your eyes, gagging and gargling sounds leaving you mouth as you choke on his cock.

“Breath....nghh...thr-through your nose, baby. You're doing s-so good” He instructs or more like grunts with all his might and with one last particular shove, he pushes his cock all the way down your throat and keeps your head firmly in place where your nose is planted against the thick bush of his pubic hair, taking in his clean musky scent. You gag and choke the entire time and paw at his strong thighs. With a shuddering groan, he pulls away, a few strands of saliva connecting his cock to your lips, and smacks his hardness against your cheeks, drenching them with your own spit. You try not to feel too humiliated by the action.

“Fuck, that was amazing baby! Now, it's time for your reward” he breaths out and pushes you on your back on the bed. Taking both of your legs in his hand, he lifts them up and presses them on your chest, nearly bending you in half. “All flexible and bendy for me, huh? I like it” he chuckles, a little breathless from having you fully exposed before him. Your pink little hole winking at him, fluttering from the sudden contact of cold air. Groaning at the sight, he fully dives in starts to lick and lap at your sensitive furl of muscles, the most private and sacred place of a human being.

Your eyes widen at the sudden action. Mouth falling agape with a silent scream from the knowlege of how filthy and dirty this whole thing is. But when a thick tongue pokes it way in your entrance, you lose all the battle of resistance and let out a loud moan clutching the sheets either sides of your head. You hear the man groan, sending vibrations through your body making you arch in complete pleasure. Cock leaking a generous amount of precum and ready to burst at any moment. Just a few tugs would be enough to pull you colser to the edge.

That's why when you start to reach out, a strong hand shooes it away.“Nuh-uh, no touching yourself. Let your pretty little cock weep a bit more!” you hear the man chiding from underneath you. Then he again dives in, this time with much more vigour. He licks, slurps and sucks at your hole, prodding it with his tongue. Occasionally kissing at your inner thighs and entrance. The coarseness of his moustache making everything a lot more sensitive. Your entire body heats up when obscene slurping noise reaches your ears. Your own hands shoot down to grab the head between your legs, not knowing if you want to push away or keep it into place as choked out moans leave your bitten-red lips.

“Pl-please, I can't take it anymore, please!” You sound so wrecked already and you feel Lloyd smirking against your hole. Your entire world seems to stop spinning as he finishes making a meal of your entrance and comes back up with a kiss on it. “Yes, you can take it. You can take everything I give you. You'll be so good for me, won't you?” His every coaxing sentence is punctuated with a kiss, hands gripping either side of your head as you shook it back and forth.

“Yes you will. You will be a good boy—” The man continues. You still shake your head violantly, eyes squinted close and mumbling coherent words. “—Daddy's baby boy” at that, your eyes snap open. Cock twitching and drooling uncrontrollably on your stomach. Those last three words making you go into a full body shudder.

Lloyd grins at your obvious daddy issues. If only had he known this earlier. “Yeah? You wanna be a good boy for daddy? Let him take care of you? Give you what you want?” You nod eagerly even before you can think about it. “Come on baby, say it” He orders as he grabs a bottle of clear liquid, seemingly lube, from the bedside table drawer simultaniously lubing up his fingers and pressing one aginst your hole. “Yes, daddy!”, you gasp out as soon as the finger breaches your tight ring of muscle. Lloyd starts sliding his pointing finger in and out of you, relishing every soft little sound you make.

It's like a sweet torture for you every time he inserts his finger. Uncomfortable yet pleasurable. But when he pushes in another finger you nearly scream from the immense discomfort. “It's okay, relax. Relax for me baby” the man cooes gently but it does nothing to alleviate the burn. Your tight virgin hole is arrogant to keep the fingers away. But the man is also like a mulish horse, plunging in his fingers despite the resistance.

It's when those fingers touches a certain bundle of nerve inside you, your back arches and cock explodes instantaniously, the filthiest sounds exiting your mouth which you're too oblivious to care about. Like in a matter of seconds your primal pain gets replaced by a world shattering pleasure tremor. Body spasming from the aftershock. Lloyd's booming laughter pulls you back from your daze to actual reality, blinking twice you look at him and frown in confusion

“You just came from my fingers alone? Oh, the things you do to me, baby boy”, Lloyd rumbles and as if to make a point he tugs at his cock, making it jump up and down. He's hard like never before. And just right after, he adds a third finger, further stretching you open. When the copper taste of fresh blood hits your tongue, you come to realize that you've been biting harshly on your bottom lip to suppress your screams. Lloyd, who has been observing both your hole stretched wide around his fingers and facial expression, leans down and sucks on your blood coated bottom lip, a smug smile on his own lips.

Suddenly, the moving fingers inside your body come to a halt and leave immediately. You glance down in time to see Lloyd leathering up his massive cock with lube, eying your gaping hole. Eyes wide with realization of what's coming next, you let out a pitiful whimper. But Lloyd is already upon you, kissing your neck and slowly guiding himself in your entrance. “Shh- beautiful. Relax, open yourself up for daddy. There is no going back now. Let daddy have you” he gently coaxes against your neck.

When the fat bulbous head of his cock makes it's way inside, you are shaking bodily. A deep gutteral sound leaves Lloyd's lips which prompts you to shake even more. The stretch is painful, burning every inch of the skin around. Your head is buzzing like several crickets are jumping around your skull, throat dry from the way you're screaming. But Lloyd isn't stopping and sliding every inch of his monstrous cock inside your perineum. It feels like an eternity untill he sheathes himself to the hilt, cock buried till every single inch.

Lloyd is in heaven. Nothing he felt in his life is as exquisite as the tight grip of your virgin hole around his cock. Even all the chicks he has fucked before can't compare to the feeling he is relishing right now. Their eager pussies which gave their way for his rutting feels absolutely numb. He is having a hard time to restrain himself from start pounding into that tight heat.

Some minutes have passed since your screams turned into ragged breathes. Slowly, the cock inside resting inside you makes room for itself. Your inner walls widening to accomodate his garth. “I'm gonna move now, baby. Try to relax for daddy, hm?” Lloyd said as he pressed his palms either side of your head. Without waiting for your response, he starts to moves. At first he rolls his hips languidly to make more room. Then he starts to pull out untill the crown of his cock is the only thing inside and shoves back in. Your body attempts to jerk back by the power of his thrust but your hands fly up to surround his neck immediately to avoid it. Wrecked sounds seem the only thing your vocal cord can emit.

With wild abandon, Lloyd finally starts to fuck into your body. From slowly inserting inside to slamming back and forth furiously. Your breathy raw sounds are like music to his ears which only rekindling his vigor. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like having your daddy's fat cock inside you?” he asks you as he sets a steady rhythm. The only response he gets is another lengthy moan. “Yeah I know you like it. Your greedy little boypussy is hungry for it. Hungry for everything Daddy's going to give it. Do you know what it wants, baby boy?”

You surprise yourself by shaking your head, although you can't blame yourself when you are being fucked within an inch of your life. “Your pussy wants to be owned. It' hungry for daddy's cum, it wants to be stuffed so full of daddy's thick cum untill it can't take anymore” he says those words like he's stating some facts. It's extremely filthy yet does't fail to make your body heat up even more. The movement of his hips gets even faster. Then he grips the headrest of the bed with both hands, practically hovering above you and starts to pound relentlessly. The whole —fucking massive— bed is literally shaking by the force of his thrusts, leaving you dumbstruck by the sheer power the man holds and you can't help but arch up from the bed and whine louder.

When his hands return to your hips, your eyes roams over his face. Thick veins popping up from everywhere, his forehead, neck. Nose flaring like a beast, eyes rolled back in pleasure. His biceps and forearms are also bulging with protruding veins. And then suddenly, he slows down his thrusts. You don't get the time to contemplate before he flips you over onto your stomach, pulls your ass up into the air and one hand pressing onto your shoulder to keep your chest firmly pressed into the sheets. Now you're fully exposed to him, ready to be taken from behind— this realization should be for your utter shame not arousing.

“Fuck! That's a beauty” Lloyd groans as he slaps his cock several times on your cheeks and spits on your hole before shoving back inside in one go. But this time, due to change of angles, his cock brushes that exact sweet spot inside you. Your eyes immediately roll back from the sheer pleasure rippled through your body. Your clench the sheets so tightly you can see your knuckles turning white under your chin, along with a moan that evaporated all your vocal abilities.

Lloyd, encouraged by your euphoric moans starts to hit that spot repeatedly, mentally patting himself on the back to find your prostate without much effort. It's surely drawing out all kinds of sounds that are evident of your ecstasy. “Yes, just like that, baby. Daddy wants to hear more” he encourages. If it wasn't for the jack off earlier in the shower this morning, Lloyd knows that he would've come by now. His cock is being stimulated in the most delicious way possible. Along with the most exotic picture you're making right in front of his eyes.

The onslaught of sensations is making you dizzy. The bigger man hasn't relented his merciless pounding, which is ensuring his cock to hit your g-spot in precision. The drag of his heavy cock along your velvety walls making you both see stars. Lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other occupy the room. Slowing down his movements abruptly, Lloyd snakes his arm around your chest and draws you up towards him. Back flushed with his chest, he once again starts to move his hips. In and out, in and out, in and out, it's like his body moving on it's own accord that somehow prompts you to push back in return. Meeting his thrusts halfway, it's near contagious. He's panting on your neck, breath hot and wet against your tender skin where he sucked upon not long ago.

Lloyd's one hand grips your hip, another one snaked around your neck, choking your lungs system momentarily. His biceps bulging under your chin obscenely. Skin gleaming with sheen of perseparation. You grip his forearm with both of your palm from one particular thrust he delivers and realize suddenly that the pressure in your lower stomach is palpable! Your belly swells and flattens in time of his thrusts. Eyes wide, you slowly move your another hand down to your stomach and feel the swell. A choked moan ripped through your mouth as you press on his huge cock over your stomach. “Daddy!” you whine loudly. Cock leaking precum and pooling on the sheets.

As if on cue, Lloyd also moves his hand to yiur lower belly and feels the exact pressure. “F-fuck” he curses under his breath and stops his thrust to shove his cock as deep as possible and the press on his palm grows more wider. Halting, he flips you over onto your back and drives his cock in immediately. And sure enough, there's a gentle swell on your flat belly that only his cock able to make. The sight is so captivating and arousing that his cock throbs violently inside you. A sheer possessiveness seizes his mind and soul as red flashes before his eyes. He lowers himself down to your level all the while bucking his hips and growls on your ear, “You know what that means, baby? Hmm? It means you're mine! No one can ever have you like this. You now belong to daddy”

Then he grips his jaw and makes you face him, “Tell me who you belong to” he snarls through gritted teeth. You gulp involuntarily but say nothing. The man looks like a devil, at least a personification of the devil himself. Corrupting everything, your innocence, body and soul. The cock moving inside you taking your sanity from your core. But, these all are objective. For once in your life, you feel owned, wanted and equally important. So when he asks again, “Answer me! Who. You. Belong. To?” the emphasized thrusts only make you to moan out, “You, daddy”

“Good boy” He praises, making you preen in instinct. Then he goes fast, faster, harder. Muscles tensing and relaxing as he pounds deeper. He again starts to kiss and nip your throat. Marking you up entirely. Claiming as his own territory. So that everyone can know that you belong to the infamous—one and only— LLOYD HANSEN. He occassionally taps on the bulge on your lower belly created by his cock, making you arch up from pleasue. He latches his mouth on your nipples and sucks and bites untill they're puffy and raw.

It doesn't take long for you to reach the edge. As he mercilessly rims on your prostate and bucks animalistically. White hot pleasure surge through your nerve system and vision goes blackened as your cock erupts. Scrambling to get hold of something, you grip his biceps and moan as loud as possible. This orgasm is more intense where your body contorts and jerks by the sheer force of it. “Yes, that's it. Let it out baby. Fuck! you're so beautiful. Cum for me” Lloyd groans above you which indicates that he isn't far away either. Mind delirious with aftershock, you just lie there and take it.

And sure after, his thrusts go sloppy. Hips bucking in spasmodic fashion as his big—cum filled— balls draw up. “I'm gonna cum,baby. Shit! You want my cum? Want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?”. Not wanting him to pull out just yet, you nod hurriedly. Satisfied with your reply, Lloyd starts his aimless thrusts. Shoving in balls deep one last time, he starts cumming.

Long, thick spurts of warm cum fill you up from the inside. Soaking up your inner walls. There is so much of it that they're forcing to gush out around Lloyd's cock which is still buried deep. He's all the while biting down on your shoulder to muffle his moans. It's like eternity untill he stops coming. When he's done, he pulls out and watches as the creamy white spunk leaking from your gaping hole.

Lloyd slumps down on the sheet beside you and stare at your wrecked form. Absolutely cum drunk, fucked out, frenzied mess that you are. Without any warning, he pulls you closer to his chest and strokes your cheeks with his thumb. It's an odd gesture of gentleness coming from a man like Lloyd. How can he not be when the most beautiful, pretty and precious boy is beside him. Now that the initial lust has faded (well, mostly for him) he just knows one thing, “You're mine”

Not knowing what to say, you just stare at him and wonder, is life going to be really bad if you decide to be his? The weired sense of possessiveness and protectiveness radiating off of him do nothing to alleviate your confusion. As sleep slowly creeps on your exhausted eyes, your subconscious mind delivers, “I'm yours”

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Over The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.2

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 3.5k

The aftermath of Taehyung's confession

Warnings: swearing, drinking, smashed bottle (nobody gets hurt), very angry fighting, heavy angst

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“…Surprise.” Jungkook bites, slugging back a whole flute of champagne in one breath, the apartment painfully quiet. Every pair of eyes in the room animatedly wide and zoned in on you and Taehyung, lips ajar and stunned.

Murmuring ensues, quiet to begin with when whispers tumble from your loved ones but the sound is nothing beyond white noise ringing your ears. What the fuck just happened? Hesitantly you take a step forward to your fiancé, blindly pushing yourself over the threshold of the elevator with a racing heart – but it’s too late, Jungkook’s lips are moving again before you reach him, his words barely audible.

“Get out.” His jaw is clenched, fierce gaze looking through you, past you, to the man you arrived with still standing in the golden elevator, your birthday present haphazardly thrown to the floor. “I can’t believe… just get out.” He repeats, exhaling slowly, evenly, as if to calm himself down.

“Guk I’m… I’m so fucking sorry.” Tae sighs, eyes brimming with heartache, “I promise—”

“Promise? You promise?! I’ve heard that before. Get the fuck out of my apartment.” Jungkook barks back and your heart has never beaten faster.

Glancing back at Taehyung you struggle to find the right words to say, he’s frozen in place in a choke hold of fear, his feline eyes shiny and swimming with regret. What can you say to either of them to make this better? What should you say? Is there a way to make this better? It’s unknown to you how much everybody heard of your conversation, but assuming from the way Jimin storms to your side with a purpose he’s never showcased before you figure the party heard… well, everything.

“It’s not what it looks like.” You mutter breathlessly, defending yourself with raised palms, still mentally digesting what your fiancé’s best friend just confessed to you. He loves you.

Kook calmly settles the empty flute of champagne on the nearest surface, a modest sized mirrored table adorned with concealed gifts and cards, all labelled for you. You anxiously watch the way his chest rises and falls underneath the taught black turtleneck he wears, paired with slacks and smart shoes of the same colour and an ash grey suit jacket. Jimin’s palm finds your shoulder, he’s gripping you harshly – maybe holding you back? You don’t know, you can’t think of anything other than the fact you’re standing quite literally between Jungkook and Taehyung right now.

You’re what came between them, the reason they fell out.

“Yeah? And what exactly does it look like?” Jungkook quirks a single thick brow, inked fingers coming up to his chin where he drags them over his tensed jawline and pursed lips. It’s undeniable, he’s pissed.

You freeze in place, dumbfounded, “I-, he, nothing happened—"

“Party’s over everybody, thanks for coming. Feel free to take as much food and beer as you want with you.” He scoffs, snatching an open bottle of champagne from the countertop before making his way to your shared bedroom with lazy footsteps, raking the other hand through his hair as he does so.

“Taehyung you should go.” Jimin nods, and the attorney doesn’t need telling twice.

Tae carefully tosses your present into the apartment before smacking a button in the elevator with an angry balled fist, he’s shaking his head almost in disbelief when he disappears behind the doors. Voice wavering with emotions, his eyes fixed on you. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” Jimin whispers while guests, loved ones, friends, your family seemingly all prepare to leave. “Y/N? Hey look at me.” Your best friend gently shakes your shoulders, forcing you out of shock. He’s wearing an all red suit with a black shirt beneath, his hair slicked back save for one loose strand that curls against his forehead. Maybe if you weren’t emotionally concussed right now you’d even compliment him on his appearance, he really made an effort tonight.

You feel like crying, everybody made an effort tonight. And for what? Front row seats of your engagement eroding before their very eyes.

“Hm? Oh. I… I don’t know.” You frown, shooting apologetic glances at the sea of well-dressed people exiting your apartment. “I don’t know what just happened, Tae-, he just...” Your voice cracks, chin quivering, reality coming down on you hard. Taehyung loves you.

Jimin nods, hanging onto every single word you struggle to get out, “I know…”

At this Yuri makes her way over cautiously, her voice whispered but oozing with arrogance, “I fucking knew there was something going on between you and—”

“Don’t fucking go there Yuri, can’t you see she’s upset?” Jimin warns her with a raised hand, cutting her off unapologetically. “Make sure everybody leaves quickly and apologise for the commotion.” His narrow eyes flicker to her for a moment, winning her to nod and head over to your parents who look just as stunned as you.

“I should go talk to Kook…” You swallow, undoubtedly nervous, “He’s probably… I-, how much did everybody hear? And just for the record nothing’s going on between me and Tae, I-, I didn’t know… how he, I didn’t know.” You stutter, blinking emotionlessly at Jimin who wordlessly seems to understand what you’re trying to say, his usually crescent-like eyes wider and swimming with sympathy.

“I know. We heard everything.” Your best friend nods, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Go. He’s probably feeling pretty betrayed by Taehyung right now, if he’s angry with you it’s misplaced because he knows you didn’t do anything wrong, we all know. I’ll help Yuri get everybody out.”

“Thanks Jimin…” You sigh with puffed cheeks, feeling the weight of the world atop of your shoulders. What the fuck just happened—

“I’ll leave the front door open in case you need to stay over, okay?”

You nod quickly, kicking off your heels before making your way over to the bedroom without sparing what remains of the party a second glance. The need to fix this taking ultimate priority, they'll understand.

When you open your bedroom door your eyes catch sight of your fiancé immediately, sitting on the bed with his back pressed against the tall headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. He’s taken his blazer, socks and shoes off, but still wears the black turtleneck and matching formal trousers.

Jungkook is too busy knocking back champagne from the bottle to notice you slip inside, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing over and over with each and every obscenely large gulp. You close the door behind you, leaning against it with pinched brows and an unsteady jaw.

His blackened hooded eyes land on you once he’s done drowning his sorrows, tossing the glass bottle to the ground which smashes on impact, the sound causing you to wince. You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to think. He must be so upset right now, he looks beyond furious to say the least. And that’s when Jimin’s words resonate with you, when you see Jungkook tongue his cheek and scoff, looking away from you without a single word.

His anger is misplaced, you’ve done nothing wrong.

“Any reason you came home with Taehyung tonight? I thought you went to dinner with Yuri?” He’s gazing out the window, voice low and stained with disgust. “Actually I know you went to dinner with Yuri while I had the party set up. Yet you still came home with Tae.” An unamused huff escapes him, and that’s when he looks directly into your eyes with the fearsome profile you’ve ever seen him display, “I’m only going to ask you this once so tell me the truth, are you fucking him?”

A loud, surprised, no, appalled humourless laugh rumbles your chest, piercing the air. “No! I’m not doing anything with Taehyung!” You’re shaking your head, frowning, mouth open and adrenaline coursing your veins, “He was downstairs when I got in the building so I invited him upstairs, hoping to fix whatever happened between you two. Do you really think I’d cheat on you?”

There’s a pause, one that chips away at your heart currently plummeting into your stomach.

“Oh my god…” You whisper, “You don’t believe me do you?”

Jungkook swallows, wetting his lips before his features soften, “I do believe you… I- I just had to ask.“ His head kicks back onto the headboard, eyes fluttering shut. “I know you wouldn’t do something like that. I-, I just…” He sighs, “I don’t know what to think of the situation anymore.”

“Why are you so mad at me?” You bravely speak up, feeling betrayed in your own right, “Taehyung is the one who said… those things, I-, it’s not like I feel the same way.”

“Well he wouldn’t know that, would he?” Jungkook laughs, snapping his eyes back to you with a forced, blatantly obvious fake smile, pointing at you with his inked hand, “You didn’t exactly shut him down, did you? In fact Y/N you didn’t say a fucking word!”

You scoff, "What could I have possibly said to him in that moment?"

"Well you could've told him what you just told me, that you don't feel the same way... But you didn't."

“Because I was in shock!” You yell, beyond the definition of offended at this point, is he really this mad at you for being surprised? “You think when I got home tonight I was expecting him to start reeling off all those things?! No! I had no idea about any of it! I was completely blindsided!”

“Blindsided?!” He shouts back, brows raised when he crosses his legs on the bed and sits up more, “I heard everything! You practically forced that confession out of him! He asked you to stop and you kept going because you said, and I quote: I love you both! I’m here for you both! I do love you Taehyung!” He’s throwing his arms around at this point, emphasising his words.

“That’s not fair.” You bite, running your fingers through your hair while you try to calm down, “I was asking him to tell me what happened because he’s my friend. And you know full well I didn’t mean it like that! He’s just my friend.”

“Yeah? Do you tell all your friends that I haven’t been anywhere near you in weeks or just him?” He asks, chest heaving up and down under the taught material of his sweater. “If memory serves me right you were the one who asked me to stop telling him about our sex life, but it’s fine for you to tell him everything the second we start having problems?! It’s fine for you to tell Taehyung you love him?! It’s fine for him to put his hands on you?! Imagine, fucking imagine if I acted like that with Yuri, put yourself in my shoes!"

“The only reason you care so much about shit like that is because you knew how he felt! I didn’t! A little heads up would’ve been nice by the way!” You’re vibrating with anger by this point, whether its misguided or not you’re unsure because your fiancé does have a valid point. You would feel pretty shitty if he behaved like that with Yuri, but you’re too caught up in the argument to act rationally.

Jungkook snickers sinisterly, sighing in frustration when he stands from the bed, being careful not to step on the shattered glass. “The reason I care so much about shit like that is because you’re mine. I don’t want another man’s hands anywhere near you, especially not my best fucking friend!” He points to the door behind you, still keeping his distance.

You don’t fold, equally just as mad as him, “Why are we having problems then? If you love me so much why haven’t you touched me in weeks? It’s because of him, isn’t it? You’re the one letting his feelings get between us, you’re the one reacting this way! If you’d just told me—”

“HE'S MY BEST FRIEND Y/N!” He roars, his scream borderline deafening and truly frightening. “I promised him I wouldn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable! And I didn’t want you to feel that way either! So can you see why I’m pissed off that he went behind my back and told you anyway!” You’ve never seen Jungkook this angry, he’s physically trembling with rage, “And yeah, I’m pissed off at you for not shutting it down straight away too!” He scoffs, “We’re getting married Y/N! If another woman confessed their feelings for me I would shut that shit down on the fucking spot! No hesitation!”

“I didn’t hesitate! I told you I was in shock! I didn’t expect him to say anything like that he was just dropping off a present for my birthday!” Truthfully you don’t know how it escalated to this, the two of you have never argued like this before.

Your fiancé edges closer, until he’s arms-length away from you and you catch a whiff of alcohol on his breath, “A present?! He got you a present?” He’s frantic, pushing past you with force to open the bedroom door, “Let’s go see what he got you then! Shall we? Would be rude of you to not open your gifts, wouldn’t it?!”

“Kook stop!” You chase after him, Jimin and Yuri are still in the kitchen area cleaning up but Jungkook doesn’t falter, unbothered by their presence. He marches straight over to the dry cleaning bag and holds it up in the air, undeniably pissed off.

“Jungkook… Stop! This is nonsense!”

“So you do know how to shut someone down after all. Pity that you couldn’t do it half an hour ago.” He barks, “Open it.” He throws it to you, and Jimin makes his way round the kitchen counter cautiously, nervous eyes flickering between you and supposedly the love of your life. Yuri halts her own movements, wide-eyed and stunned as she watches the scene in front of her unfold.

“Y/N…” Jimin whispers, “Are—”

“Stay out of this Jimin.” Jungkook spits, popping open another bottle of champagne with his teeth before spitting the cork onto the ground. His eyes are trained to you when he raises the bottle in a feigned toast, guzzling more champagne. “Open it now.”

You’re shaking your head, clutching your gift with quivering hands. Jungkook has never acted like this before, usually he’s cool and collected and in control of his emotions. Tonight must’ve caused something inside him to snap, because he’s looking at you so unphased, so recklessly, as though he doesn’t give a single fuck that you’re upset right now. It’s clear he’s upset too, but things will only escalate further if you don’t be the bigger person and step back from this.

You need to calm down. He needs to calm down.

“Y/N are you okay?” Jimin asks you quietly, not sparing Jungkook a second look.

“Stay out of this Jim—”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Your best friend spits with a fiery side-eye, venom hanging from his every word before he watches you carefully and his features soften. “Do you want to come to my place?”

You exhale, angry, hurt, confused, still mentally processing what Taehyung confessed to you. “Actually can you two give us some privacy please?” You swallow, embarrassed that your two closest friends must’ve heard your screaming match in the bedroom. “I’ll text you soon, I promise.”

Jimin straightens, “You sure?”

You nod in response, and thankfully they leave straight away. It’s just you and Jungkook now, surrounded by party decorations that somehow seem morbid now, both feeling the same things but for very different reasons.

The atmosphere is tense, cold and unfamiliar. Not to mention silent. Your fiancé is sitting atop the kitchen counter by this point, still nursing the champagne bottle that’s quickly emptying into his throat. His profile unreadable, lost in thought.

“Did you…” He begins, brows furrowed with something emotional and heavy, “Honestly have no idea about his feelings?”

The question catches you off-guard, you’re holding onto the present gifted to you from the man in question wearing a small frown. Did a part of you know all along? Perhaps you’ve been too occupied by the hardships of life to really notice anything else, but Yuri certainly noticed. So it must have been obvious, right? All the times you assumed he was just being friendly, had there been an ulterior motive? Within the blink of an eye you’re replaying every encounter with Taehyung over and over, searching for the signs.

“I-, I don’t know.” You admit honestly, “I always thought he was just being nice… I didn’t expect-, well... No, I guess I had no idea about how he really felt until tonight.” You feel like a fool, so caught up in the downward spiralling of your own world to not recognise something so dire right in front of you all this time.

“You know I've been thinking… With work been so busy for us both right now, and your sister and Charlie, now this shit…” Jungkook sighs, gnawing his lower lip anxiously, “I can’t help but think-, no, nevermind. Forget it.” He sighs again, quickly reattaching his lips to the champagne.

You peer up at him curiously, vaguely panicked, “What about it?”

“Forget it.” He repeats, tonguing his cheek, physically incapable of looking at you. “It’s just cause I’m pissed off right now, I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“Jungkook…” You freeze, “What are you talking about? What have you been thinking about?”

There’s a brief pause when he slips off the countertop and finds his shoes, leaving you cemented in place with a racing heart. When Kook turns to you, his features are contorted with pain, and raw emotions that you can’t decipher. He looks hurt, drained even, and his voice is equally as tired when it rolls off his tongue.

“I want to postpone the wedding.”

"What?!" Your breath quickens, heart shattering into a million pieces at the drop of a hat, tears pricking your eyes that are gazing at him with so much desperation that he has to look away, pressing the elevator button. "Is this because of what Taehyung said?! Because I don't feel that way for him! Jungkook, I—"

"It's not because of what he said Y/N, but what you didn't say."

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calibabii21 · 5 months

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|| anytime, anywhere || j.jh

pairing: secret bf!Jaehyun x secret gf!reader ft pining Yuta

genre: smut. that's it, I think lol.

warning(s): public sex, voyeur Yuta, choking, dirty talk(?), creampie.

wc: 513. not too long :))

a/n: since it is officially Christmastime, I suppose I'll throw you guys a lil bone. *MDNI*

You finally spot your secret beau at SM's annual Christmas party and he looks good. So good that you end up pulling him off to a not so private corner, backing yourself onto a wall. While he’s standing in front of you, placing one hand on the wall near your head, you've already busied your hands unbuckling his belt and untucking his shirt.

He chuckles and shakes his head at you, licking his lips as he says “you want to do this right here?” To which you look him in the eyes with a nod and run your tongue over your bottom lip, seemingly in slow motion.

Your hand that snuck its way glide into his pants quickly tell you that he’s gone commando for the night. Naturally, his boldness arouses you even further so you impatiently begin stroking him- your free hand drifting beneath his turtleneck, feeling his torso and bringing him closer to you.

You plant teasing kisses on his neck and feel his shallow breaths, a soft, husky whisper meeting your ear, “I want you to take me right now.” Which has you pulling back to make eye contact as your grip tightens, now stroking him in a slow circular motion.

“Yeah? You want to go the rest of the night talking to these men- your friends who want me? Thighs slick beneath my dress? Them having no clue your cum is filling me up? ” The tortured mix of a groan and whimper he releases as he tightly gropes your ass tightly is beautiful.

His fangs on your bottom lip with a sexy grin on his face. He, now being the one to teasingly pepper your lips with featherlight kisses, nods. His eyes look at you with fresh delight when he notices you, too, decided to forego panties.

No longer patient, he guides himself into you. His hips deliver quick yet meticulously deep strokes, fingers immediately beginning to simultaneously massage your sensitive bud. “You gonna take my cum?” You can only whine softly and nod looking into his eyes “yes Jae”

You pant as he brings a grip to your throat. “Don't cum yet.” His slowed pace making his deep strokes more prominent. Your eyes wander as you press your lips together in an attempt to quiet your noises.

You're internally startled when your eyes connect with Yuta's, the blatant yearning reflected in them have you unintentionally squeezing around the man inside of you.

His tightened hold on your throat paired with the fast strokes of his hand on your pearl, you find yourself approaching a climax sooner than anticipated- which of course, does not go unnoticed by Jaehyun.

He runs his tongue across your lips and says a singular: “Now.” Then is when your orgasm is triggered by the feeling warm ropes of his seed emptying inside of you.

Coming down from our high you fix each other's clothes looking around and giggling. During your scoping of the room, you are, again, met with Yuta whose eyes are still locked on the pair of you with inflamed desire.

#z rambles #z writes✍🏾#z's odd girl tingz :p #nct smut #nct x black reader #nct jaehyun x black reader #nct 127 #nct 127 x black reader #nct 127 jaehyun #nct 127 jaehyun x black reader #jeong jaehyun #jeong jaehyun x black reader #nct yuta #nct yuta x black reader #nct 127 yuta #nakamoto yuta #nakamoto yuta x black reader

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spicy-outer-space · 1 year

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Might as well put this here too. Not as proud anymore, but ah well

TW: heavy angst; poison; gore; possessive/yandere behaviour; possibly others but I'm not sure, feel free to tell me if I'm missing something

Word count: 1,479

"Finally, almost done!"

David stepped away and marvelled at his work. He had the day off today, something Celci suggested to give him the chance to sleep in and relax. He was wearing casualwear, a tank top and sweatpants, instead of his usual uniform.

Unfortunately, Celci underestimated how much David didn't like sitting around doing nothing. Instead of sleeping in like he said he would, it decided to work on one of the projects it had to put on hold while fulfilling duties as the captain.

With Valentine's Day right around the corner, it seemed fitting for him to finish making the gift for Mark that it'd been working on for the past month. Valentine's would be the perfect time to give it, and there's even space to store away some chocolate and a note for Mark.

He just had to wait for tomorrow and do one final check, and the gift would be ready. David moved to put it out of the way for now. Would be a shame if Mark saw it before he's supposed to. That would ruin the surprise. He moved it back to the top shelf where it's been collecting dust for a few weeks. Now he just had to wait.

The colony has gotten very busy recently. Between new projects needing his approval, and plans and preparations for a Valentine's Day celebration parade, he barely had any time left to sleep, not to mention working on any of his own projects.

He wondered if Mark was under the same sort of pressure. They haven't had the chance to properly talk in over a month now, only exchanging a few words over the coffee Mark made in the morning, before each heading off to start their day.

Speaking of, Mark has mostly been wearing his turtleneck recently. Makes sense with the weather changes, but David couldn't help but wonder how his head engineer's arms were so well toned.

The crunching of gravel brought him out of his thoughts. Speaking of...

David turned around, pulling the garage door down behind itself; a bright, closed eye smile on his face.

"Mark! I didn't expect to see you today! What a pleasant surprise!" He opened his arms in an invitation for a hug, walking forwards "How you doing? Any problems with--?"

He cut off at the sudden stabbing pain in his stomach, freezing in place, eyes flying wide an face falling. Almost choking on his words. Well this is new. His scar hasn't acted up since they've landed. Phantom pains were nothing unusual of course, but this time felt different. More solid, somehow. Real.

He moved to grab at the scar and steady whatever was causing the pain, not expecting his hands wrap around one of Mark's.

Trailing his eyes down, it lets out a quiet "oh". Mark was holding a knife hilt deep in David's abdomen.

David stumbles forward, ignoring the knife digging in further with the movement, his hands flying to Mark's shoulders, grabbing on for support. He feels faint. It's getting more and more difficult to move with each passing moment. That blade was poisoned. A strong poison too. Wh…..?

He recalled now how his coffee has been tasting weird for the past few weeks. He was unsure then, but now it was rather clear.

Those weren't the coffee beans going bad, or the plants growing weird in the climate of the new planet. It was poisoned too. Weaker poison, but definitely still there. Still on purpose.

But why would Mark...?

David wraps his arms around Mark's neck as his knees start to give out, some part of his brain vaguely noting the knife getting removed.

"....w..hy......?" Why would he...? What reason....? He isn't like this. Mark wouldn't do this. So why......?

He barely registers that Mark has lowered him to the ground, leaning against the garage door and carefully– carefully– cutting through and taking off its tank top. Its house was a bit away from the neighbouring ones (a precaution for when David had nightmares), and the two were in the backyard. No chance of anyone spotting them any time soon.

"Don't worry, captain" Mark's voice was weird. Deeper. A dangerous edge to it. "This won't hurt a bit"

David refocused its attention at that. The question of whatever he ment died at his lips when he met Mark's eyes. Danger. Its whole body was screaming at it to run. To fight. To do something. But the poison did its job. David could barely move his lips enough to form coherent words. Running away was definitely out of the question.

Mark's grin is predatory, eyes gleaming just like the knife he's twirling around in his hand. There's a sudden blur of movement, and David feels a dull ache start in his chest and spread through the numbness coating his body. It doesn't dare look down, choosing to gaze into the distance instead, eyes defocusing briefly.

"m..mark-"

"I did my research, Captain. I know that's just the shock. I know it doesn't hurt. Golden Pale Laurel poison works as an anaesthetic. I did have to up the dose for you, since my previous... antics... went so unnoticed I thought the drugs went bad" he stopped whatever he was doing and the dull pain in David's chest subsided a little.

Mark reached a blood coated hand up to cup its face, forcing it to look him in the eyes. "You're doing so good, David~"

It almost recoiled. This isn't Mark. Mark wouldn't do that. Mark wouldn't say that. Not like that. David's fingers twitched at his sides, the pain in his chest slowly growing stronger. Mark didn't dose it correctly. The poison was wearing off already. Good. Maybe he'll be able to defend himself after all. Just a few more seconds...

"This might hurt a little," Mark warned. David could barely hear him over the heartbeat pounding in his own ears. Almost there. The last of the poison wore off, the pain in his chest now only dulled by adrenaline. He carefully inches its arms closer to Mark. It just had to wait for the right moment to strike, and...

The scream that leaves its throat is sudden and loud, almost inhuman. Mark is quick to gently shush him, an index finger landing on David's lips. It could feel the hot blood on it. His own blood.

"Shhhhh..... it's ok... the pain will go away soon…" Mark moved his hand to once again cradle David's face "You're doing so well, captain. All for me."

David barely restrains another yell when Mark resumes digging in its chest. A high-pitched, pained whine escapes him instead, despite his best attempts to stay quiet.

"......m.ark..." David's voice was hoarse. Begging. Getting desperate. "Mark it... i-it h- hurts" he doesn't know when he grabbed onto Mark's upper arms, sage painted nails digging into flesh, drawing blood. He didn't care. It hurt

Everything was starting to blend together. His vision blurred, something warm trailing down his cheek. The pain was blinding. David can barely focus long enough to look Mark in the face, its expression pleading

For a brief moment, Mark seems concerned. That doesn't last, his expression quickly becoming predatory again, if with a softer edge this time. "Awwwwww, it's ok my love. It'll stop hurting in a bit, I promise."

Mark leans forward, capturing David's lips in a kiss, his hands not straying from its chest cavity. David tastes blood. His senses are overwhelmed. He wishes the kiss was under better circumstances. He wishes it never happened in the first place. He wishes Mark would snap out of it soon. He wishes this would end. He wishes the moment would last forever

Suddenly there's a sharp pull and bright pain in its chest, as Mark pulls something free. Its vision swims and another scream tears from his throat, partially silenced by Mark's lips.

"There we go," Mark whispers, leaning back ever so slightly, his expression adoring. "That wasn't so bad now, was it, my love?" He sits back on his heels, and David almost misses moments ago, when that distance wasn't there. Almost.

Mark triumphantly raises something in his hand. David's vision is already fading out, but he can guess what it is.

A heart

Still beating

"Now I've captured your heart, just like you've captured mine. I have something you need. We won't have to stay apart. Anywhere you go, I'll always be right there. No more being split up because of work, or the whims of the universe. We'll be together forever now. No matter what~"

A sudden wave of tiredness crashes over David, Mark's monologue becoming a distant droning sound. Everything spun, colours slowly fading out. He could feel coldness surround him like a big, heavy blanket. The last thing it thought was that this will seriously inconvenience the incoming celebration, before darkness took him.

#write.void

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nakamurastorrington · 9 months

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Percabeth/Alabaster

Athena and Poseidon corner and warn threaten Al

Al relishes on the fact he pissed off two Olympians in a very very personal manner

CACKLES YESSSSSSSSSSS

"I have cause for celebration tonight," huffs Alabaster when he sees the odd looks Annabeth and Percy give him. Or more accurately, the wine bottle and glasses he has in hand as he comes out of the kitchen. He sets them down on the table and starts pouring.

Annabeth elegantly takes the first glass that's filled by its delicate stem. "And that would be?"

Alabaster's about to fill the third glass when he pauses and goes back into their pantry. He comes out with a pitcher of sparkling cider for Percy, who softly smiles and relaxes in his seat.

"Thank you," murmurs Percy. A hand grasps at Alabaster's waist to pull him into Percy's lap; Alabaster swats at his arm but lets himself be manhandled anyway.

Once they've clinked their glasses together and Alabaster's sure no one's at the risk of choking on anything, he says, "Well, your parents have finally set their eons-rivalry aside."

Percy catches on first and snickers. "Oh my god, didn't my dad learn anything from the last time he tried to shovel-talk you?"

"Apparently not. That, or he very badly wanted to see me in sleepwear again, because those fuckers showed up during my nap and astral-yoinked me out of my body."

Annabeth rises out of her seat. "My mother tried to threaten you?" she faintly says, no longer enjoying the wine.

"Keyword: tried." Alabaster downs another mouthful of rich red wine. "But it's getting kinda old, you know. Once they were done with threatening to make me insane and turn me into all kinds of creatures, they moved onto actually trying to do it."

"What?!"

"Then they realized that the amount of protection runes I'd put on myself wasn't just paranoia and actually worked, so they started trying to bribe me. Endless wealth and power and all that. The grey-eyed lady does have a lot more finesse than the sea god."

"And what'd you say?" Annabeth grimly prompts.

"I said, sure, I'll leave them. But you either lift my exile or resurrect the siblings you killed after the amnesty was granted. Fair is fair." Draining his glass, Alabaster sighs and grabs the bottle itself. "That shut them up real quick."

"Oh, Al," Annabeth sighs, and Alabaster wraps his arms around her middle. He buries his face into her stomach and breathes in the scent lingering in her turtleneck's knitted fabric. Percy's thumbs rub soothing circles into his sides.

The bottle is gently pried out of his hands and set somewhere on the table where he can't reach it. "This isn't your first drink of the day, is it?" Percy accuses.

"I was trying to calm down," mumbles Alabaster. "The wine made everything seem a little funnier. Not so funny now that I'm recounting to you guys what went down."

Even if he can't see them, Alabaster feels it when Percy and Annabeth lock gazes, a whole conversation being carried out in those few moments of silence. They're furious, even if they're trying to not show it right now for his sake, but Alabaster doesn't think it would spook him even if their anger were more palpable. If anything, his heart is rabbiting in his chest at the thought—Annabeth and Percy furious for him, for his safety, ensconcing him between their bodies and their protection.

"I'm alright," he whispers, and their attention turns back to him instantly. He pulls back a little from his hold on Annabeth to look at her worried face. "I'm okay."

"You better be," snarls Percy. "If they'd done something to you, Poseidon and Athena would have a lot to answer for and hell on their hands." Thunder booms outside their window, but Percy just rolls his eyes.

"Percy," Annabeth reprimands on instinct, but the command falls flat with no fire to back it up. She turns back to Alabaster. "... What he said, though. We chose to do this, Al. Nothing our parents say will change our minds; we're not leaving you."

That choice might not be in your hands. What if—

Alabaster forcibly swallows those thoughts down. Instead, he leans into them, chooses to let go. Chooses to take the leap of faith. "I know," he whispers.

"You better," rumbles Percy against the back of his neck, and Alabaster laughs at the petulant tone that bleeds into those words. Percy's soothing hands turn vicious, pinching the insides of Alabaster's thighs. "Why are you laughing?!"

"Because we got gloomy for no reason," snorts Alabaster. He grabs a fondly exasperated Annabeth by the cowl until their noses are touching. "See, I told you guys: it's a cause for celebration."

"You worry me," Annabeth sighs. She steals a kiss, then two, from Alabaster. "All the time. It drives me crazy."

“What about me?” Percy pouts. Annabeth and Alabaster both roll their eyes.

“You, you infuriate me.” Annabeth leans in to kiss Percy, who looks so besotted Alabaster can somewhat understand why Olympus suspects he’s under a love curse.

And. God. Damn. He’s never gonna get tired of this view.

#alabaster torrington #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabethaster #my asks #my ficlets #thank you for the ask anon it sent me into the stratosphere #smartwatermagic #HAHAHAHAH THAT SHIPNAME IS SO FUNNY TO ME FR

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m3eper · 10 months

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OKay okay i know i should be qorking on my comic but i just couldnt contain myself, you probally already picked an outfit but this au has me on a choke hold and i had to share my ideas with you i really want to try to show off his stripes but in a stylish way so the first one is just a blue turtleneck with a necklace and some bracletts, black ripped jeans, and black boots or converse whichever then the second one is the same but with a off the shoulder jacket the one that was in the episode when they were trying on clothes and whatnot

I love your comic cant wait to see what happens next ^^

(edit:sorry completely forgot to add the broach it would probably be on his shirt or jean pocket)

@cheesyescapade

#rise of the tmnt #save rise of the tmnt #tmnt #tmnt fanart #rottmnt comic #rottmnt #rottmnt leonardo #leonardo #rottmnt leo

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armyhome · 2 years

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Lost In Your Love Story | Yeonjun

⇢ summary: Hwa Suji is a very skilled makeup artist who works at her best friend's salon, serving major Korean entertainment companies and that includes the artists she is a fan of: Tomorrow x Together! One day when protecting one of the members, she ends up having a car accident that takes her to another universe! The universe of your favorite fanfic called "Winter Song" but the thing is, life is not a strawberry, her new universe got a target on her back, she's the villain and has no idea how survive this cannon.

⇢ pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Hwa Suji.

⇢ Chapter 1 : Life is not a strawberry.

⇢ Chapter 2 : Love is a Disease.

⇢ Chapter 3 : Made a little cookie...

[04/16] Cruel Summer

Living with Yeonjun was pretty easy, he was seldom at home, we went to university in the morning, in different cars of course because god forbid the sunshine princess Yuri to discover that we are living in the same house! End at afternoon he goes practice in his label and I record vídeos, that's something I always wanna do but never had the courage but was so simple here, put the camera in front of my face and talk about makeup composition, and what is better accordingly the skin type, it was a waste of time don't do this in my past life!

After recording, I do my paperwork and cook. Ji Eun was living her honeymoon, so I was alone. It was like Rapunzel in Tangled. I wake up and do the same thing during one week, I'll die faster of being bored than Hanahaki this way… My phone rings, Soobin's face appears on the screen. Oh lord, he watched me all these days. According to him it was just to guarantee that I would do nothing against Yuri. God gives me patience because if you give me the strength I'll use for evil things!

"I swear to you that I'm not even close to your princess, I'm alone at home with nothing to do so please, don't piss me off!" He stays in silence and this was worse than him speaking about Yuri "Ya Soobin, something is happening?"

"I have an emergency, can you help me please?" I start to pick my things and put them in my bag.

"Of course, I can, where are you?" I can hear Soobin clean his throat.

"In front of Yeonjun's house..." I took the camera panel, Soobin was using a black turtleneck t-shirt covering his chin. I know what this is about, I open the door looking at him seriously.

"Welcome to my clandestine consortium" I point to inside the house "My office is the second door on the left, wait for me there, I'll need to pick my materials, make yourself comfortable"

Soobin almost ran, that means that the thing in his face is a big problem, so where is the apple vinegar, Yeonjun has an aloe vera here somewhere, okay the other things are in my room. When I open the door and Soobin sits fast like he was doing a wrong thing, so suspicious. I put mascara on my face and vinegar on my desk.

"Let me see the problem," I say point to his chin, Soobin blushes when he shows me his acne problem, oh lord, it was big! "Okay, now put your head up, here it goes some homemade medicine" I soaked the cotton with apple cider vinegar and apply in a soft way in the área "What's happening? Are you anxious? Or forgot about drink water?" Soobin stays in silence, but his eyes show that he was just embarrassed to say, and that's how I know "Did you see them kissing?" He surprises to answer, I hold the hiccup, "Don't need to hold your feelings in front of me Soobin, it's me, remember?" I oaked another cotton with a saline solution now and apply on his skin, the vinegar will adjust his skin Ph.D., the saline solution will hydrate and aloe will not let any marks there.

"How do you handle this?" He asks in a choked voice, I hold his hand and put it above the cotton, under my bed, she took a bag, full of the petals I already sobbed and show him.

"I don't, so please don't hide your feelings, you are a sensible person, and is allowed to cry here, even if it is for that girl, now let me put the pomade on this acne" When I finish the dressings I can see the tears running for Soobin's face, I dry them using the back of my hands "This will pass Soobin, will be all in the past one day, I promise" I hug him and let him cry everything that's inside his heart "We should see a dramatic movie, will help put our feelings out, I'm gonna see Beomgyun oppa collection and you ask for ice cream okay?" I give to taps on his shoulder before leaving my room.

Ji Eun and Taehyun observes when Yeonjun gets to his home, and prepare themselves to start the plan "Romantic travel" They chase him until to the door, but Yeonjun stops suddenly and for one moment Taehyun think he would break the only rule of Yeonjun, never touch him, but Ji Eun is more fast and smart holding her boyfriend, her heart almost stop thinking about what Yeonjun founds that makes him paralyzed, something happens with Suji? She runs passing Yeonjun without touching him to save her best friend from herself, if needed she will obligate her last words to be a love confess for Yeonjun. But everything she saw was Suji sleeping on the couch and… Soobin sleeping on the floor! That girl lost her mind!

It was difficult to open my eyes, they were too swollen because of crying, but I need wake up Soobin for him to go home, when I finally can see something is three angry faces, Taehyun, Ji Eun, and Yeonjun.

"Hey guys, what are you doing?" I ask trying to play innocent, discreetly kicking Soobin's feat, his eyes open and when he sees the situation he uses the blanket to cover himself as if he had been caught in bed with a lover, I don't judge cause I was kinda feeling this way too "Do you wanna watch movies with us?"

"No," Says Yeonjun sharply "Did you tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Soobin was pretending to be confused? He was covering for me? For real? That was a real advance!

"Why are you watching romantic movies with her…" Yeonjun points at the DVD "When you are in love with another girl?" Soobin laughs sarcastically.

"Suji is not just your friend, you know Choi Yeonjun? This is not your business if I'm watching movies with her" They start to stare at each other, so I try to break the tension.

"Unnie, you finally remember me!" I scream, so she comes out of the trance, and looks angry at me.

"I never forgot you"She appoints Taehyung right in her side "We never did, it's the otherwise, we came here to propose a trip with us!" She says excitedly.

"I love you both so much, but not enough to go in a couple of travel as a plus one!" My friend truly lost her mind.

"I can go with you guys" Soobin and Yeonjun say at the same time.

Did I lose something?

[ While this, in our universe...]

DANNY: Come back to the subject that never dies or leaves the trending topics, Yuri, the supposedly real Yeonjun girlfriend, keeps claiming that Suji was involved with the person that was stalking Yeonjun …

DAVID: And, that Suji organized the car accident!

DANNY: Well the enterprise that Suji is one of the owners, and her family already affirms that they will process Yuri for defamation, slander, and perjury!

DAVID: And how do we know Yuri was dismissed last week from her duties from Yeonjun's company.

[05/16] What is Love?

I force Ji Eun to sit on my bed, she owns me some explanations, what plan was that to travel? With Yeonjun and Soobin? She tries to look cute and I give her a sharp look that makes her looks otherwise.

"Tell me what you are planning unnie!" She plays with her blouse sleeve "Unnie..."

"In my defense, I was thinking just brought Yeonjun with us, but two chances are better than one!" I stare at her without understanding "You looked so peacefully sleeping next to Soobin, maybe you can heal each other don't you think?" I sigh.

"Unnie, do you think if my feelings were that superficial I would develop Hanahaki?" Ji Eun's eyes became full of tears.

"I just can't lose you Suji, you don't understand that? Maybe your life is not precious for you, but me? Is everything!" The way she talks remind me of the Ji Eun I left in my previous life, my heart breaks thinking that we couldn't say goodbye to each other "You was the first person to call me unnie, you helped me choose a name that suits me when my parents kicked me out oh lord, you buy a house for we leave together! You're not just my best friend, you are my soulmate Suji! I can not lose you without a fight!"

She was right, I received another chance, in the words I always dream about, and why I'm not fighting for my life? I hug my friend, the world was so unfair here too. This part of her was never shown in the manhwa, the secondary character deserves better! Where is Rick Riordan when we need him?

"So, where you wanna go?" I ask, she smiles evilly.

"Camping" She up her arms in a cheerful way, oh yes, she divides her only brain cell with her boyfriend.

"Okay, that's mean just Soobin can go..." I even finished my sentence and Yeonjun entered my room.

"That's unfair!" I don't believe he listened to everything!

"Choi Yeonjun, you really will go sleep in the middle of a forest? On the floor?" He steps back, biting his bottom lip.

"Why has to be camping?"He asks Ji Eun "We can go to the best hotel in Taiwan, or Thailand! I pay don't worry!" Ji Eun looks not convinced.

"My Suji need's fresh air" Yeonjun arched his left eyebrow.

"Can be a resort hotel..." He says and this makes Ji Eun smiles.

"In Thailand..." She completes.

"Deal!" Ji Eun holds my left hand, Yeonjun holds my right hand, and they shake sealing the contract through me.

"Thanks for the free trip hyung," Soobin says in the door smiling sarcastically media, Taehyun shows his big thumb's up happy like a child because of this trip "Where do we leave?"

"This Friday, I will take care of everything the black card please" She stands her hand to Yeonjun.

"I don't have physical cards, I will send my information for you on your phone" Ji Eun leaves the room jumping all happy.

"Okay, it's already late guys, you should go home, we get up early tomorrow" I start to guide them to the front door, I make sure to let my Bonnie and Clyde couple inside the car and watch them go, so I walk with Soobin until his car, we stop and stare each other "Don't forget to eat things with C vitamin okay?"I give a last look at his acne, Soobin closes his eyes embarrassed "Send me a message when you get home okay?"

"Okay, are you okay with all this Suji?" The way he looked at me remembered my old Soobin, I smiled.

"Yes, like unnie says, I need some fresh air" He holds my shoulder.

"Can you not really say about your feelings for him?" I take a deep breath.

"No, I don't wanna his pity, but that's doesn't mean that I give up on life, I'll find a way don't worry, I'm too young to accept death so easily..."

"SUJI IT'S GONNA BE LATE!" Yeonjun screams from the fire escape window? "LET SOOBIN GO HOME AND COME BACK!" What heck is wrong with this boy today? Soobin gives me his little smile.

"Let me piss him off just a little bit Suji," He says, then he… hug me.

"YA! WHAT ATTITUDE IS THAT SOONBIN?" Soobin laugh softly in my ear, my neck shiver with his breath, lord I'm not made of steel "SUJI, COME BACK HOME!" Soobin give me a forehead kiss "WAIT A MINUTE I'M GOING DOWN THERE!" Yeonjun keeps screaming, Soobin gives him a finger heart and enters his car.

"Don't forget to send me a message when you get home, understood?" He agrees, and I see him leaves before comeback home, Yeonjun waits for me at the door with a serious face "What?"

"Did you tell him or not?" Why he was being so angry and impatient.

"Why are you being like that? You think he gonna give up Yuri just because of my feelings that's it? I already tell you that I'm not gonna do this!" I walk away from him, but Yeonjun follows me.

"Do you truly believe that is because of that?" I keep walking in silence "Do you think that you meaningless to me?" I stop at my room door, turns to him, and give a step in his direction, Yeonjun steps back, but I keep going until the wall stops him from running, looking deep in his eyes, we are close enough to feel each other's breath.

"What did I mean to you Yeonjun?" My heart beats so fast for being that close to him, but I didn't show, I cross my arms and wait for the unswear that I know will not come "Don't play the jealous older brother on me, we have the same age."

"So why don't you act like the age that we have? Playing with a dangerous disease like a child? Why are you so desperate to die Hwa Suji?" How should I think in an appropriate disobedient answer when his lips are just so close? I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Why do you care at the end Yeonjun?" I turn my back to him and go to my room, but before I got there he hugs me by the shoulders.

"Because you were there when mom passed away, you hug me, you and Beomgyu take care of me the last thirteen years, the only people that I still feel completely comfortable in touch, when dad was mad at me for being like this you protect me, like a guardian angel, I don't wanna lose you, I can't lose you..." His words, he is so close, I can feel his heartbeat in my back, I can not surrender.

"So why don't you believe in me when I say that I didn't hurt Yuri that day? How could you doubt so much about my word?" I knew it would hurt him, but I can't take it anymore, I can feel the petals taste, he steps back, so I run to my room and lock myself.

[ While this, in our universe...]

DAVID: So to the next news! Miss Choi Yuri is fighting for the place of the most hated person in this country!

DANNY: Last night she posted on her socials media a selca of her and Yeonjun as proof that they are in a relationship and MOAS answer "If this is proof, he is dating every employed of the company" because Yeonjun is friendly and polite to everybody.

[06/16]

The sunlight in my skin was healing, in my headphone IU songs, I don't care anymore if they are romantic or not, I just can not handle hearing Ji Eun fighting with Yeonjun because he tricked her saying that Beomgyu would come with us but at the end was Yuri, and IU's voice keeps me calm to not throw up the petals inside me.

When the boat leaves us in the floating hut I know how amazing is to have money, for real, once in my life, everything was so beautiful, I didn't bother to say anything to the others and just leave the boat first.

"Miss Hwa Suji?" One of the employees says, I just confirm with a smile "Please follow me your place is this way" He guides me to where I'm gonna stay and there have more than two employees when we got closer I recognized at the exact time, Hueningkai! What he was doing here?

"Welcome to Paradise Resort Hotel," He says synchronized with the other guy. He didn't recognize me? Oh yeah, he probably stills with face blindness.

"Hi Hueningkai, it's me Suji!" His eyes are wide, and give me a big beautiful smile.

"Hanahaki noona!" Hueningkai walks in my direction and hugs me.

"Sir Hueningkai that's not an appropriate way to treat our guests..." Hueningkai smiles at the guy who guides me.

"She is my sick friend Taeho, you can tell my mom that I would be her" He put his arm on my shoulder "Private guide, secretary, whatever she needs for this weekend there's no need to send anyone else, let's go noona"

"Wait you work here? That's amazing, this place is so beautiful!" I say look around us, the ocean blue water the little village that would be where we gonna stay for the weekend, for one moment the Presence of Hueningkai make me forgot my friends, I'm a terrible person I know. but he is like the sunlight, his presence glare everything.

"My mom is the owner of this resort, she put me to work cause she believes face blindness is just because I have nothing to do..."He smiles was sad, should hard be so far from home "But now I got you noona" He brings his face close to mine and I paralyze "The guy is here, he is one of your friends?"

"Yes" I was dazzling because of his proximity, I could see that his chocolate eyes got little green spectrums.

"So let's make feel bad for not choosing you!" I smiled, he was a true child soul.

"What is your plan?" He kisses my cheek which shocked me.

"I will be your pawn! But let's hurry, there so much thing for you to do here" Hueningkai pick my bags and go to inside the hut, I follow him, when we are inside my room is bigger than my past life apartment, I got speechless is so beautiful, the American kitchen style, my king size bed, oh my, I got a hot tub, okay I accepted death now "Okay, now we are alone you have to tell me your history with details so I can act properly noona."

I make a resume about everything I lived and everything I remember about the history, Hueningkai listens with all his attention, when I finished it as a weight leave my chest, was so heavy to carry all this around all the time.

"Well, now you know, I'm a villain..." I say kinda sad "But why you're helping me?"

"After being cheated I know how it hurts to feel that you do not choose, and noona, you seem to be a kind person, no way you are not a villain, did you have an evil laugh?"

"MUAHAHAHA" I make an Impression and he snaps his disappointment.

"Has to be more like MUUAHAHAHA" Okay, Hueningkay stands for happiness and joy, that's it! "Now you have to change, I already know what we gonna do, don't forget the camera I see you in half-hour deal?"

"Deal!" When he leaves the room Ji Eun comes in, her eyes tell everything "He is just a friend that I met in the hospital that time..."

"AND YOU GOT THAT CLOSE MEETING JUST ONCE?" I put a swimsuit under my blue dress, I choose the right blue match with this beautiful ocean and make an amazing contrast Hueningkai didn't say where we go so it's better to be prepared.

"What can I say? Hueningkai is a friendly person..." And he let me forget about my death sentence, I complete in my head "He invited me to a tour in this place, do you wanna come? I'm sure it will be fun, he is a nice guy." Ji Eun analyzed me suspicious yet about my relationship with Hueningkai I bet.

"No, this will be my revenge, I know you were all excited about your friend that you didn't notice that option one and two almost die in jealous with all this affection" Ji Eun laughs, okay that's an evil laugh, a good one for sure. "So you go, and I'm gonna start a rumor about being a date… MUAHAHAHA"

"Okay, Maleficent! Take it easy, I don't wanna bring problems to Hueningkai, he just got his heart broken so please…." I even finished and Ji Eun got her eyes glowing in excitement.

"He got a heartbreak and you can heal him, that's so ROMANTIC!" Okay, I lose her "Please focus on your day, don't think about anything else!"

I was finishing my makeup when Hueningkai knocks on the door I pick a red bracelet so he can always find me and put it in my arm, he offers his arm and I take, he changes his closes too, on the way to the boat someone calls my name, Yeonjun's voice, but I just ignore, he didn't bring Yuri? So stay with her! Heuningkai stands his hand to help me enter the boat, his hands were so soft.

"That was the guy?" He asks, I sigh.

"Let's please don't talk about this today, please, I just wanna stand with you and forgot about him, her, and my diseases..." My voice started to choke and my eyes filled with tears, so he holds my hand with more strength.

"Okay, but bad news, my mom wants to meet you, maybe it's because of your dad, but before this, we are free, you have something in your mind already?" Everything here was so beautiful that I didn't know what to do first, I look at our arms…

"Here has a place when you can do henna tattoos?" Hueningkai looks at me like I was the crazy person he ever met.

"Probably some walking worker on the beach… You have simple wishes for someone that is going out with the heir of this resort" He smiles at me.

"Well I think I got a list, maybe you don't think this when you hear..." Hueningkai arches his left eyebrow, but before he could ask anything we got to a restaurant in the middle of the sea! Was not and Iland, the restaurant was half under the sea! That's what remember me I'm in a manhwa, that's was not possible in another world!

The metri recognized Hueningkai at first sight, and quickly guide us to his mom's table, which was far from other ones, inside that place was amazing, how the windows hold the water pressure? Hueningkai's mom doesn't smile at us, she looks at me up to down, I never met moms before, and I don't know if this counts cause of me and him, we are just friends!

"So you're the famous Hwa Suji, the heir of Hwa Cosmetic's" Oh she was that kind of person.

"Yes, is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Kamal!" I smile at her and she smiled back, okay I can breathe again.

"What brings you here this weekend?" She points something in the menu for the waiter without saying or asks us anything.

"Hum, me and my friends we got a hard week at university and decide to clean our minds a little bit to not freaking out" I drink the water on the table, ew, was sparkling water, why?

"See Hueningkai, your friend goes to the university! I heard you're doing chemical engineering dear..." Okay, she searches for me.

"Yes, I will work in this part of my family conglomerate, makeup, and skincare, my cousins will take care of administrative business." The table is served with all kinds of seafood, Hueningkai got even quieter.

"You're another level indeed, nothing compare to that Jinnah one!" Heuningkai's right hand closes in a fist.

"Can we please don't talk about this?" His voice was just a whisper.

"I'm just saying..."

"Hueningkai is a special person, I think I never met someone so kind and funny, I doubt he would be able to like someone that is not in my league, and I'm not that special I swear but he stills wants to be my friend!" Hueningkai lightly messes my hair.

"You're the silly girl in this world! Mom, she truly believes that she is a villain because she is pretty and rich!' After that our lunch became happier.

When we leave the restaurant I'm sure that his mom is already planning our wedding, the traveling in the boat until the bay takes less than twenty minutes, so a valet parking brings a motorcycle, Hueningkai gets up hers and offers me a helmet my heart beats fast, I never walk on one of this, I feel like Bella Swan on New Moon jumping in Jacobs croup, he laughs because of my excitement, once I hug him from behind he asks.

"Did you ever have a boyfriend?" Thankfully he can't see my face burning, even my caramel skin could hide that.

"No.."I whisper, he seems tense for a feel second, but comes back to be the relaxed boy.

"That's okay, so I will be your boyfriend today" So he starts to run on the streets, I hold him with more strength, he smells like a baby too, then I leave an arm free to feel the air, that was happiness, the melody inside my heart starts.

"Live up to what was expected of me, it was a burden to be, so now I decide… I'm gonna be happy.." I sing softly.

"I'm gonna be happy.."Hueningkai sings with me we laugh.

"I'm tired of being bluue, I'll live like a flower made of happiness ready to bloom.." He sings the melody "Cause now I decide to choose happiness!"

"We got a composer here! You are a box full of surprises, miss Hwa Suji!" He says before parking the bike, Hueningkai helps got my feet on the ground again "What tattoo you have in mind?"

"We should do it together one, what do you think about stars? Our horoscope sign! What is yours?" He looks at me like didn't understand anything I say "When is your birthday?" I knew that we have the same sun sign but how I would explain this to him?

"August 14th.." He says slowly, a little bit suspicious.

"I'm August 7th! We're both Lions!" I put my hands up pretending surprise.

"RAWN" Hueningkai roar. Okay, he kills me with his cuteness now, I put my right hand in the left side of my chest, my heart will explode I'm sure.

That was the best day ever, I love every minute with Hueningkai, we made a lion constellation on our shoulder, and I made a tulip on my wrist, we stay on the beach the rest of the afternoon, he brings me back to the village at the sunset, I watched Hueningkai leaves with a smile on his face. When he disappears on the horizon I go to my hut, needing a good shower, or a bathtub!

Nothing compares to the feeling of being clean, mostly in a damp place like that, I put on an oversize shirt, send a message to Ji Eun, verify if she is a life and don't murder anyone, and while she doesn't answer I braid my hair, so someone knocks the door, she was fast! I run to answer, I have to tell her everything, but when I open the door, I found Yeonjun cover in...mud? He was petrified in my door, his eyes full of tears.

"What's happening?" Yeonjun opens and closes his mouth without making a sound "Come in, I have your emergency closes in my bag, go to the shower take of that closes, oh my god, where they take you Yeonjun?" He takes everything, and ends up in his underwear, Yeonjun looks so fragile, my heartbreak, I feel the tears fullying my eyes, but was not the moment to cry.

I put him in the tub already full of water again he observes me in silence when I started washing his hair, probably thinking about what happened to him end up like that, so I picked the soup bar and put it in his hand "I know that's your dream being washed by a hot girl, but not today!" So Yeonjun start to clean his arms and chest, I help clean his back, when we take all the mud I leave him alone so he could dress.

I send another message to Ji Eun demand an answer, why he was like that? Why he was like that and where are they!?

"Suji" Yeonjun's voice wasn't more than a whisper.

"Come here, I will put alcohol in gel first, and later we will be hydrated okay?" He didn't say anything just let me do what I say "When will you tell me what is happening?"

"We go to mangrove and Yuri fall in the mood, I try to save her…"

"Is she okay?" He shakes his head affirmatively "Did you save her?" I remember vaguely about this accident on the history, Yeonjun confirmed again "Why you are not with her right now?"

"'Cause I just feel safe by your side" His brutal honesty sinks on my skin, I tried to remember myself that I'm not the female lead, that if I let myself be deluded by these words I'll get hurt.

"Are you with fever?" With the back of my hand on his forehead, I measure his temperature compared to mine "Okay you gonna melt, lay on the bed, I'm gonna make ginger tea…"

I left him alone and went to the kitchen. I need air, when I come back he drinks the whole tea in one gulp, he lay his head, so I soaked the towel in cold water and put it in his head.

"Why did you run with that guy?" I look confused, the fever was really strong on him, he was speaking no sense.

"I don't runway, I just met a good friend, and you all have your pairing, Ji Eun and Taehyun, you and Yuri and Soobin, so I decide to spend the day with him, you know that I hate being a plus one" I put the towel in his forehead again.

"You seem happy with him..."I smiled remembering the day with Hueningkai.

"He makes me forget about all worries, my broken heart, my disease around him there is no drama, I'm not a villain" Yeonjun bites his bottom lip, which was dangerous with me so close.

"I don't wanna make you feel like a villain, that's not what you mean to me" His confession makes my heart melt.

"Yuri makes me feel like a villain, not you, but I think is not her fault or mine, just the fact that the guy I'm in love with is in love with her makes our relationship difficult? I'm human at the end." Yeonjun sighs.

"So how do I make you feel?" He asks at last.

"Like a male lead in a drama"His eyes open more "Because I'm always rescuing you!" I remember about us in the past life run from the crazy guy, and my character canon, I show him the soaked towel, and we laugh.

[ While this, in our universe...]

DANNY: And now, the subject in all weeks! But now, I think things are getting really interesting!

DAVID: Because a car accident caused by a lunatic was enough for him.

DANNY: Now we got real drama!

DAVID: Cause people between life and death are not drama enough for him!

DANNY: The security cameras record the moment Hwa Suji saves Choi Yeonjun of his stalker!

DAVID: I wish I have a girl to save me like this…

DANNY: And in response, MOAS believes that she is the real girlfriend.

DAVID: And this makes Yuri published prints what she says they prove off personal conversations! But the scene of Suji saving Yeonjun is already being replicated in dramas all over Asia, and it's a trend on tik-tok all over the world!

DANNY: That makes Suji and Yeonjun the new one true paring on Korea!

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Of Riches and Rings

words: 2.9k

pairing: Helmut Zemo x female reader

warnings: smut, fluffy smut, voyeurism, masturbation (m/f), oral (m/f receiving), blowjob, 69, choking, squirting, unprotected sex, porn without plot

A/n: As a celebration for reaching 500 followers, please enjoy this filthy Zemo smut :) Let’s hope the next episode still makes him likeable! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

My Masterlist

The clock is ticking with every passing second. Tik tok. Tik tok. His fingers tap on the crystal glass of expensive bourbon. The plushy armchair gives into his weight, forming nicely around his back. He checks his jeweled watch. It’s been 10 minutes. You’re taking too long. Tik tok. Tik tok.

He turns his head to gaze around the room, searching for a distraction, but he can’t get you off his mind. Inevitably, his gaze falls to his hand where an elegant ring dresses his finger. A soft smile plays on his lips, but it makes him yearn for your presence even more. Taking a deep breath, his eyes drift back to the clock on the wall. Tik tok. The seconds are passing. Tik tok. His patience is wearing thin, this is not what he had planned. An annoyed growl escapes his lips which surprises him. His self control is definitely slipping. Tik tok. Another minute gone by. Tik tok, tik tok.

“Alright, enough”, he grumbles, getting out of his chair. His tight black slacks cling to his legs, the dress shoes rounding out the look. He places his glass on the nearest shelf, the sound of his heels swallowed by the carpet. The dimly lit hallway carries him from door to door until he closes in on the bathroom. It has a kitschy postcard attached to it.

He can’t help but scoff, “Wash away your troubles? Really?” Reaching up, he is about to rip it off when he hears a sound. A low moan, to be particular. He stills completely, doubtful of what he heard just seconds ago. Just when he’s about to write it off as some weird hallucination, it happens again. His eyebrows raise, a smirk working its way on his lips.

Oh.

This is going to be fun. Carefully, he reaches out to turn the door knob until he can safely open it, just a gap, of course. He chuckles to himself, of course you didn’t lock it, little minx. Turning to peek in, he has to bite his lip to stop a groan. There you were, propped on the bathroom counter, panties discarded by your feet, fingers plunging into your pussy.

The squelching sounds mixed with your soft moans and frustrated whimpers makes his trousers tighten. He feels himself twitch, the sight of you, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes shut tightly. The amount of want that floods through his body makes him undo his fly, the tight material only falling down a little.

One of his hands wanders down his dark turtleneck and he reaches into his grey briefs to take out his half hard cock. He licks the thumb of his free hand, working his tongue around it to get it nice and wet. Once he is content with his work, he pulls down his foreskin and presses the shiny digit against the head, circling his slit. His hips thrust forwards and he has to grab onto the door frame. Shit.

He feels his cock fatten up, twitching in his hand while he slowly fists himself. His eyes are trained on your fingers, the way your core grabs onto them. He builds up a steady rhythm of squeezing his length and playing with his crown, teasing his sensitive head. It’s hard to quiet his sounds, but he’s used to controlling himself, reducing his urges to achieve his goals.

You, however, feel no need to be quiet. Your fingers don’t reach far enough and frustration, greedy want overcomes your senses. You groan, hips rutting against your palm. The pressure against your clit feels good, but it’s just not enough. Your free hand frees your boobs from the bra cups and you begin to squeeze your nipple, whining at the pleasurable pain.

He speeds up his motions, tightens his grip and lets his body take over. Your breasts are beautiful, the tight nipples hard against the cooler air. He feels his desire overcoming him, carnal want filling his veins. His balls tighten, abdomen contracting irretically. He feels himself twitch in his hand. The silky skin of his hard cock feels nice against his hand and he lets out a growl, little droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. The fabric begins to cling to his back.

“I hope you’re not planning on coming anywhere else but inside me”, your voice sounds strained, eyes trained on his thick length. The delicious view makes you lick your lip. He just grins, not surprised by your actions at all, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweet girl”, he replies, a soft smile on his lips. He collects all of his self control to tuck himself back, before he fully opens the door, moving closer to you.

He closes in on you, arms placed on the counter on either side of you. You pull out your drenched fingers to pull him closer, but he is faster, catching your wrist before you could touch him. Smirking, he draws your hand closer and envelops your coated digits with his mouth. He moans at your taste, tongue licking of every bit of your wetness.

You whimper, the sensation around your fingers with the knowledge of what exactly he is licking off makes your belly tighten. His gaze is still trained on you as he slowly pops your fingers out. His chest is heaving with his deep breath. He looks amazing, delicious even. You can't stop yourself for any longer and dash forward to press your lips against his.

The kiss is hungry, greedy. Your desire mixes with his while your tongues dance together. He licks into you, one hand coming up to clutch the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. A deep growl vibrates in his chest, everything about you is just so good. Your taste, the way your scent seeps into his nose, the feel of your tongue against his.

A feeling of desperation seeps into your body and you let your hands wander to the hem of his shirt. You let yourself explore his upper body, feeling his soft skin against your hands, all while he dominates your mouth. When the oxygen runs low, you part, immediately pulling the dark turtleneck over his head. He helps you remove it and chucks the expensive article behind him.

Instantly, his swollen lips are back against yours, more sensitive this time. He bites into your lower lip, dragging it a little before he lets it snap back. Aroused, he allows his hands to grip your waist with one hand while the other strokes over you, caressing your skin until he finds your breasts. He manages to rid you of your bra, your boobs falling free of the constricting material.

“You are so beautiful, mein Engel”, he whispers. You’re completely exposed in front of him while he is still half covered, what you desire most remaining hidden. Warmth rises to your cheeks, yet you don’t feel embarrassed. He’s shown you time and time again how much he desires you.

“What took you so long?”, the question falls from your lip and you can’t help but smirk mischievously at him. He pulls back a little, eyebrows raised, yet he can’t hide the smile on his lips. Not in front of you, “Well, Mrs. Zemo, I wasn’t expecting your toilet break to turn into this”, he gestures to your lower body, “Not that I’m complaining”

You giggle, grabbing his neck to pull him in for another kiss. He feels so good against you, his tight chest against your own breasts. His warmth seeps into you, blanketing you into a calming sense of comfort. He lets his arms surround you, pulling your body closer to his, directly onto his huge bulge. You gasp into his mouth, a strong tingling sensation running through your core. He groans at the pressure, pushing you right on him again.

“Fuck, Helmut”, you whimper, burying your head into his neck, “Please, I need you” He tightens his grip, growling at your words, “Then hold tight. Can’t just fuck my most precious on a sink now can I Engel”

He picks you up, holding you close. His arms strain a little, but you know he would never drop you. Navigating through the hallway he quickly moves towards your bedroom, opening the door with ease. His display of strength makes you clench and your want for him surges even higher. He lays you down on the king sized better, leaving you with a kiss to your nose.

“Beautiful”, he mumbles after taking a step back to observe you. With quick and precise motions, he strips himself of the rest of his clothing. His fully erect cock jumps up to stand tall and proud. You lick your lips with desire, the sight of your husband just always so arousing. Before you can mention how attractive he is, he drops down to his knees, hands parting your thighs.

“Look at you, so wet for me”, he drawls, eyes switching from focusing on your pussy to searching your face. Slowly, he lowers himself, his hot breath fanning against your exposed core. “You look so delicious”, he groans before he buries himself in your folds. His tongue teases your entrance, pressing against it, but never quite breaching. His nose bumps against your clit, sending a shock of arousal up your spine. You let out a moan when his tongue trails up higher, circling the most sensitive part of yourself.

Suddenly, he begins to suck the bud into his mouth and you gasp, back arching. You bury your hands into his soft hair, tugging slightly with need. He continues teasing your hooded bundle of nerves, but adds his fingers back inside you. With delicate motions, he strokes your velvety walls, reaching for your sensitive g-spot. A sudden cool sensation pushes at you and you realise it's his wedding ring. Clenching, you moan his name, needy; greedy. Your pleasure is ascending, the feeling of his flexible tongue with his talented fingers, you begin to shake, thighs trying to clench around his head.

“Fuck, please, I want to suck you off. Need it, please”, you whimper, tears blurring your vision. At your distress, he immediately perks up to check your face for any sign of discomfort. When he can’t find any, he coos, moving up to cradle your face, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, you’re okay”, he whispers, gently petting your hair, “You just want to have your mouth filled, ain’t that right?” You nod, leaning into the warmth of his palm.

He pushes himself further up the bed, laying on his back. His cock looks delicious, pre cum coating the crown. It has a lovely red colour, a beautiful contrast to his pale tummy. Helmut gestures towards his length, smiling at your sweaty face, “Take it then, mein Engel, but let me make you feel good too” His voice sounds strained, his need for friction obvious.

You crawl up to him, eyes trained on his heavy cock. Sniffling, you position your pussy above his face and lean down to take his hard length into your palm. Squeezing and turning your wrist, you tease him, enjoying the soft, veiny feeling of him. He moans and dives back into your pussy, licking and nibbling you so well. His fingers breach your stretched opening once more, his other hand grabbing onto your bum.

He kneads the soft flesh as you feel the ring that makes him yours again. A sudden flame of desire fills you and you envelope his cock with your mouth. Immediately, you press your tongue against the silky underside, your free hand, clad with your own wedding ring, massaging his full balls. He moans against your pussy, twitching inside of your mouth.

Both of you get lost in the pleasure, tongues licking and sucking greedily, fingers playing over your most sensitive parts. He begins to thrust up, his beautiful head hitting against the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He pulls off of you, breathing heavily, “You good?”, he forces out. You nod, pushing your hips back against his mouth. He chuckles, but goes back to work you over, sucking and tickling your hard clit.

You take a deep breath before you lower your mouth back onto him. You focus on inhaling through our nose as you go deeper and deeper until your nose scratches his trimmed pubic hair. He whimpers, moaning as you swallow around him. The vibrations feel so good against your core and you groan, egging him on even further.

His balls tighten, but he pulls you back swiftly, clamping his base tightly, panting heavily.

“Don’t want to cum just yet”, he groans. You whimper, so drawn to him, an overwhelming sexual tension tingling through your body. Electrified, you turn around, getting on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. Hearing him moan, you push your ass out even further wiggling slightly. His hands run up to your shoulders, starting at your cheeks, slowly roaming over your skin. His chest presses against you, cock jutting itself between your cheeks, balls against your wet entrance.

His hands run down your arms and he kisses at your neck, working his way to your pulse point where he begins to suck and nibble. You draw in a shaky breath, goosebumps rising all over your skin. You whimper, once more becoming teary eyed. He lets up bruising your skin, a lovely hickey already starting to form. “I love you, Mrs Zemo”, he whispers against your ear. Smiling softly, you turn your head, “I love you too, Mr Zemo” Your husband grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

Drawing back, he teases your slick hole with his wet head, slapping his length over your clit until you’re moaning for him to take you. Finally, he pushes into you, carefully at first, yet slowly bottoming out. Once he’s balls deep inside you, he lets out a loud groan as you feel him twitch. Involuntarily, you clench down on him, the feeling of being filled up just so perfectly satisfying.

He begins to pull out, only to push back in, gradually creating a fulfilling rhythm. His thrusts push against your walls so well, a delicious sensation that makes your eyes roll back into your head. Helmut’s firm hands run down to your breasts, squeezing and toying with them. It feels incredible, being touched and claimed all over.

His hips become faster, thrusts stronger. The sounds of skin slapping together, deep groans and growls as well as your own moans and whimpers fill your room, a beautiful song of pleasure and affection, a sonnet of lovers living out their desire.

He pushes himself up, the rhythm of his hips never faltering. With his weight supported solely by his knees, he pulls you up against his chest, slick bodies pressed against each other. His hand sneaks around your throat, tightening slowly. A shockwave of arousal consumes you when you feel the platinum of his wedding band against your sensitive hickey. “You feel so good around me, taking me so well, such a good wife for me”, he babbles, thrusts becoming more irregular, but harder, more determined.

“I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that, Engel?” You nod once he lets up his hold on your jugular, taking deep breaths. “Need you to say it, need to hear my good little wife” Panting, you gasp, “I will, please please please. I want it so, so bad” Suddenly tears jump into your eyes with desire and love for the man behind you.

Growling, he pushes you down into the mattress, your cheek pressed to the satin sheets. His hips grow even faster, pushing further, filling you up harder. The new angle makes him hit your velvety spot head on every time, pushing you into even higher layers of pleasure, but once he drops his fingers down to your clit, you crumble, desperately sobbing into the bed.

The coil and desire in your lower belly tightens. You begin to clamp around him uncontrollably, your entire body beginning to twitch with the anticipation of your upcoming high. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, ‘m so close, please let me cum”, you beg, convulsing around him. “Let go for me, Engel. Cum on my cock”, he rasps and with a particular hrd thrust, you break, cumming all over his thick length.

Thighs shaking and back arched you let the pleasure take over, all while your husband still fucks into you furiously, tight circles on your clit. With a few last pushes into your tight heat, strong and hard, he spills into you, filling your body up with his white, hot seed. The feeling of being stuffed with his cock, overflowing with the seed of the love of your life and the delicious pressure against your sensitive nub, you feel a new, yet so familiar sensation overflow you.

Screaming his name, your pussy flutters while you gush around his pulsing length, drenching him with a mixture of your and his orgasm. Convulsing one last time, the final gush of cum squirts out of you. Helmut carefully pulls out of you and watches as your core clenches, trying to keep his seed inside you.

Drained and exhausted, you collapse on your side, eyes shut. Your legs twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you’re too fucked out to notice. Warmth and safety consume you when you feel your husband’s arms wrapped around you, his face against your neck, “I’m so proud of you, Engel. You did so well”, his breathing isn’t quite back to normal, the intensity of his orgasm left him a little drained and floaty as well. “Hmm, thank you”, you mumble, cuddling back into him, “I love you” Your heart flutters when you feel him smile against your skin, “I love you too. So much”

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itcanbegoodagain · 3 years

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What I would want Peeta to say and do to me if I was Katniss, is how I think this deserves to be summed up.

Word Count: 1971

Rating: 18+. Mature, but not explicit. Sexytimes after the break.

Sliding down into the tub, I allow the sweet smell of the soap to engulf me, my eyes falling shut as the warm water creeps up my skin. My aching muscles relax, the tension seeping out of them as quickly as it appeared. The first week or two of hunting in the snow is always harder than I’m anticipating it to be. But I’ll be just fine.

I know Peeta’s home when I hear his gait on the creaking, wooden stairs. Deciding to stay put, I wait for him to find me in the bathroom. He’s home a little early today. Oh, lucky wife am I.

And, truly, I am. There is no better man out there than Peeta. So when he gently knocks on the door, I smile to myself. “You can come in.” My head falls back to rest on the lip of the tub, providing me with a better vantage point to see him.

The door pushes open slowly, and Peeta steps through, shutting the door behind him. Not necessary, since we’re the only ones that live in this house. But no complaints here. Just observations.

“Hi baby,” he says, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. There is a slight uptilt to his lips, one that usually indicates a particular line of thinking. I wonder what I’m in for.

I take this chance to stare at him, lazily moving my gaze head to toe, as I know he is sizing me up, too. I avoid the urge to shift my legs together too soon, anticipating the exquisite touch of his hands that’s sure to come.

He’s wearing his normal dark-wash trousers, a long-sleeved shirt in lieu of his usual attire. The tip of his nose is just the littlest bit red. The snow gets to bakers, too, then. Briefly, I wonder what the cold of his nose would feel like while his lips make their way up my thighs. I do know how his body feels, though, as I take in the way his shirt hugs in all the perfect places.

“Hi baby,” I repeat back softly, not wanting to raise my voice too much for fear of bursting this liminal moment we’ve created. It could go very different ways. I know which way I want it to go, and if I know anything about him, I know what he wants, too.

Neither of us moves to break eye contact. Peeta does, however, slowly peel off the counter, walking around the end of the tub to kneel on the ground next to me. His arms rise up to rest on the edge, his fingertips barely brushing the water.

We haven’t lost eye contact this entire time, so when he licks his lips and says what he does next, I am malleable. Pliable. Putty, in his hands only.

“You look very beautiful today,” he says. Normal words, predictable words, but the way he says it - the way he looks at me as he says it - mouthwatering.

Desperation. That’s the thing in my throat that won’t let any other words get out. Desperation to touch, to be touched, which I can see reflected in Peeta’s face, the slight trembling of his fingers.

“You know, these bathrooms really are too large. Look, I take up only half the tub!” I tell him.

He grins. “I have to disagree. There’s only room for one kickass woman in the tub.”

I hum. Trail my fingers, dripping warm water, through my hair. “Too bad. That kickass woman was hoping she’d have someone come join her.”

This is what really catches him. His voice, usually honey-sweet, is strained, just enough to be noticeable. “In that case, I think I might know someone.”

I take a deep breath, surveying him for another moment. “Well, tell him to come my way.”

With that in the air, he finally, finally kisses me. Kisses me with the force of someone who’s been holding back just long enough that they’re about to splinter. His fingers, the tips wet from resting in the water, find their way into my hair, his thumb tilting my head up beneath the chin. Already, he is biting and tugging at my lip with his teeth, which is one of the things he’s best at. Or maybe I just like it.

The kiss is both quenching and provoking. Yes, I finally can taste the love and lust on his lips, but it only makes me want him more. That’s how it works with us. Has since basically day one, though I was blind to it for a while.

Peeta stops for a moment, close enough that we are still sharing the same air. “How can I help you, my dear?” he asks, voice more rattled than before, as one of his hands dips into the water. His fingers find and, gently, scratch along the sensitive skin at my knee. I shiver, despite the warm water. He grins, noticing the gooseflesh that’s appeared on my skin at his mere touch.

A sharp intake of breath fills my lungs, and it takes me a moment to answer. “First, you’re in an unfair amount of clothes.”

He nods his head, pulling his arm out of the water to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it off, the cuff damp where the water had almost reached the sleeve after he rolled it up. His trousers quickly follow, though his undershorts stay on for now. “What else?”

In response, I stand up, careful not to send water pouring over the edge. Peeta stands as well, reaching over to grab a towel and stepping closer to wrap it around me. His hands pause on my shoulders, holding the towel in place around me. He raises his eyebrows. Next?

I send him the best, most flirty smile I can muster. It's never been my strong suit. Then I remove the towel, allowing him to keep it. The moment he realizes my intentions, it’s discarded to the floor, easily and gladly forgotten. In his eyes, I can tell he wants to touch me, desperately, but I make him wait just a little longer.

He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one of such need and desire, that it sends a flash of pride through me. Turning a man on is so much more fun than I ever thought it could be. It makes you feel powerful, even if it’s just one person for one moment.

But with Peeta, there are so many moments like that. He praises, he worships me, but it’s never over the top. It is always in the actions: letting me fall asleep in his lap, leaving breakfast on the table, placing kisses along my skin after I have been well and truly tumbled. Doing as much as he can to please me. Yes, indeed. I am a lucky wife.

After I’ve planted myself on the bathroom counter, the edge lining up dangerously with the part of me that is Peeta’s next destination, he is on his knees again. He begins his ministrations slowly, each brush of his fingers or lips on my skin like an electric shock. My skin is so, so sensitive, and he is so, so gentle. There’s nothing better.

By the time he reaches my knees, he has scooted closer, his shoulderblades now between my legs to give him the proper access he requires. Each touch of his mouth to my skin makes it harder not to move, but I try my best. As he nears the top of my thighs, he takes one leg and throws it over his shoulder, carelessly, I would say, if it were anyone else.

“So,” he begins, frequently pausing to occupy his mouth in less talkative ways, “there is so much time left, so many things to do.” His tongue traces a thin line up the most sensitive part of my inner thigh. I gasp, eyes falling shut, hips beginning to squirm. One of his hands pushes back on my hipbone, his fingertips pressing into the skin just hard enough to leave marks. Marks for him to see, later. Maddening. “Where shall I begin?”

I realize, maybe two seconds too late, that he is genuinely asking. “Katniss, baby,” he continues, his rough voice sounding heavenly from between my legs. “Tell me how to help.” To emphasize his point, he flips my other leg over his shoulder, effectively trapping himself between and beneath me.

I gasp again, trying to get the words out. In a moment of clarity, I’m able to string together these words: “Kiss me.”

He hums, running his hands over my hips, back and forth. “From down here?”

Smartass. “Not on my lips,” I manage.

He grins, a fiercely boyish grin that I sometimes forget he’s capable of. “I see. Well, since you asked so nicely…”

I choke out a laugh. “Right. As if you didn’t come home with it already in mind.”

He laughs too, but doesn’t allow it to linger for long. “You got me there.” He says this one moment, and the next, his face is hidden and his mouth and tongue are doing such extraordinary things, and, god, his nose -

Well. I hit the nail on the head with that one.

My fingers curl into his hair, urging him on as I push him closer. I can feel his grin, so I give a sharp tug on the hair I have in hand as recompense. This pulls another sound out of his throat, a gasp out of his mouth. Both feel lovely, situated where he is. So I continue to pull at his hair when he needs some humbling.

It's breathless, it's wonderful, it's only the beginning. I'm trembling, grateful to be sitting, as he makes his way up my body. Lingering kisses on my hips, along my stomach, up my chest. He stays at my neck for a while, paying particular attention there, surely leaving behind bruises that can easily be covered by a turtleneck in this cool weather.

A good chunk of time passes before I'm able to drag his lips back to mine, feeling like I might die if I don't get to kiss him right this second. He happily obliges, as he knows that he is good with his mouth. In several different regards. But who's keeping track? Certainly, certainly not me.

My hands, itching to touch his skin, smooth down his shoulders, wrapping around his back, pulling him even closer. Now, he is standing again, my legs circling his waist. Our bodies are pressed together at their most intimate places, though his undershorts are still on. Slowly, I run one of my hands down his side, making sure to take my time, before sliding the tips of my fingers below his waistband. I don't move them, I don't try to take his boxers off, I just let them rest there. Let Peeta give me this incredulous, sex-addled smirk.

"Yes?" I ask. "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that. I'm just thinking..." he trails off for a moment, leaving me to fill in the blank. "Well, you know, it's not only the tubs that are too big for one person. The showers are, too. Haven't you noticed?"

Tapping my chin, I pretend to ponder his question. "Truly? I haven't. Do you care to show me?"

He swoops in for another kiss, this one full of teeth and lips and pressure. He steals my breath away. "Gladly," he says, grinning, hauling me off the counter.

With a quick turn of the knobs, the warm spray of water begins falling from the shower head, and, truthfully, there is no way to describe what happens next. No way to describe it other than really, really good sex.

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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there's a heatwave in the uk that has made daily life impossible lmao (no kidding it's literally the hottest day ever recorded here today omg me n my pale ass are DYIN) so i haven't been able to finish anything i'm currently working on unfortunately. i hope this little teaser makes up for it :( and i hope everyone is well!

Happy Birthday pt.2 PREVIEW:

“Guk I’m… I’m so fucking sorry.” Tae sighs, eyes brimming with heartache, “I promise—”

“Promise? You promise? I’ve heard that before. Get the fuck out of my apartment.” Jungkook barks back, pointing to where his best friend stands and your heart has never beaten faster.

“It’s not what it looks like.” You mutter breathlessly, defending yourself with raised palms, still mentally digesting what your fiancé’s best friend just confessed to you. He loves you.

You’re what came between them, the reason they fell out.

#unedited rn #ato preview #this heatwave is KILLING ME

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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years

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THEIR FAVORITE SPOTS TO PLACE HICKEYS

NSFW (minors dni!) Featuring: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader, Akaashi x fem!reader, Tsukishima x fem!reader (yes, gym 3 squad because i'm a hoe for them) Contains: SMUT, fingering, nipple play, rough sex, degradation, masochism, some mentions of blood, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunnilingus A/N: lately i am very addicted to genshin impact, help me! haha, so this is my first time writing smut, taking a break from my fluff works lol. anyway, thank you for those who like and reblog, we very much appreciate it ❤️️ -- sloth 🦥

Akaashi likes giving you hickeys on your breasts. It is a hidden spot because he does not want you getting stressed about covering it up the next day. He gets turned on by the fact that it is unseen by others like it is some sort of a secret sexual souvenir between the two of you.

Breathless, he pulled away from the kiss and hoisted you above the kitchen counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. "Are you okay, babe?" He panted while hitching your skirt higher. "The counter tiles are cold but it's okay, don't worry about me," you then bit his lower lip, making him groan. He hastily unfastened your button-down blouse and moaned when he felt you were not wearing anything underneath. His fingers then played on your hardened nipples. He broke away from your mouth and started trailing kisses down your jawline up to your collarbone. His fingers found their way through your soaked panties and flicked through your clit slowly. "You're so wet, babe." You wanted to say some snarky remarks but you couldn't find your words, only a moan escaping from your mouth as you threw your head back in pleasure. Akaashi then eased two fingers inside your pussy, making you gasp. His mouth sucked on one of your nipples while his fingers pumped in and out of your hole, his pace becoming faster as he felt your nails digging deeper into his biceps. "Babe, I-- I'm cumming," you cried out. "Already?" He teased, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast and sucked on it, hard. This pain added to the sensation, finally releasing the tightened coil formed in your lower abdomen, drowning you in pure ecstasy. Recovering from your orgasm, you have now the energy to tease him back. "It's your turn now, Keiji."

Tsukishima loves sucking on your shoulders and back. He is a degrading teasing bastard, so it depends on his mood if he will place a hickey in a spot where it can be seen by others or not. You'll just know it the next day. One thing for sure, he likes to place a lot of hickeys. A LOT.

He grabbed your arm and tugged you towards him, your back flushed on his chest. "You're really a slut, huh? I bet you think of him pounding you instead of me." He whispered darkly against your ear, his wood rubbing on the entrance of your dripping pussy. "W-what? No-- Shit!" You choked as he suddenly rammed his cock inside you, bottoming out in one swift motion. Tsukishima then bit your shoulder and aggressively sucked on it, tasting some blood on his tongue. You mewled as the pain shot a wave of electricity straight to your clit. He then pushed you on the bed, sending you on all fours. His hands gripped your waist tightly and started to thrust his hips, watching his cock disappear in and out of your little tight hole. He held back a long grunt, denying you the satisfaction that you make him feel so fucking good. He then brought his lips on your back and planted kisses before he sucked another hickey. This made you whimper, "Harder, please, harder!" He upped his pace and sucked another spot on your back, while his fingers found your clit and vigorously rubbed on it. "K--Kei!!" You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy spasming around his dick. Tsukishima couldn't hold back his voice anymore as he moaned loudly when he came inside of you. You panted as the both of you came down from your highs, with him pulling you to lay your head on his chest. "That's the loudest moan from you that I ever heard so far." You teased. He tried hard not to smile but failed. "Don't push it."

Kuroo is another teasing asshole so when you consented to him placing hickeys on your neck, well, that was cloud nine for him. You tried to hide the first one he gave you by wearing a turtleneck and he laughed his ass off. He then helped you by placing a cold compress for it to heal faster, then using a concealer to cover it up -- he is surprisingly good at it.

"Stop squirming, babe." He looked away from his game on the television screen and sneered down at you. "You're lucky I'm horny today or else I wouldn't be here straddling you and warming your dick." Your eyebrows furrowed, feigning annoyance. Kuroo's smirk grew wider. "I know you love it too." "Shut up, asshole." You blushed and buried your face on the crook of his neck. His cock throbbed as he felt your pussy tightened around him. Losing his control, he threw his game controller away and lifted your head so he can see your face. "You guys done playing already?" You asked. "Not yet--" He growled as he snapped his hips upward, his cock poking your cervix, making you gasp. "H-how about Kenma and the others?" You stammered as he thrust upwards again. "It's a team game, right?" You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation. "It's okay, they'll replace me--" Kuroo placed his hands on your hips and lifted you up and down. "Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. He positioned your legs on either side of him, letting you ride on his cock. He then sucked hard on the thin skin of your neck, making you moan loudly. "Tetsu--" You whined as he held your hips in place and took over the rhythm, with him frantically thrusting his dick harder and deeper inside you. When you are nearing your orgasm, he stopped his thrusts, making you whimper in frustration. He smirked at you then stood up with his cock still buried in you, carrying you towards the bedroom. "Now the real game begins."

Bokuto goes feral when he sees the many hickeys he planted on your plush thighs. He can be possessive at times and these love bites mark you as his. He just adores your thighs -- he has this subconscious habit of running his large hands up and down them while watching television or squeezing them under the table during team dinners.

"Yes, right there, Bo, fuck!" You mewled as Bokuto continued to lap at your clit while his thick fingers plunged in and out of your slit. His other hand stroked his hard cock, now dripping in pre-cum. He then raised his head, looked at your fucked out face while rutting his wood into his hands. This encouraged him to up his pace, also making sure to brush over your g-spot. He then pulled his fingers out of you, held your thigh in place, and added another mark on your inner thigh, sucking on it, making sure that it will bruise over the next few days. "Stop Bo, please, I want you inside of me," you whined as you pulled his arms towards you. He happily obliged, hovering over you. He then rubbed his erection at your clit and entrance, gathering some of your fluids to lubricate his dick. Slowly, he inched his aching wood inside your pussy. You winced at first but eventually accommodated his thick cock. "That's my good girl, taking me so well." He cooed in your ear, making you tighten around him. He then started to thrust in and out of you, rhythm becoming faster as your moans became more erratic and louder. Your pussy creamed around his cock as you feel pressure pooling in your lower abdomen. Bokuto's grunts grew louder, which turned you on even more. "Babe, I'm gonna--" He rasped out as you felt his cum spilled inside your walls. You came after him with a splintering orgasm, squeezing on his cock even more. Panting, he softly smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "That's my girl."

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miyaagis · 3 years

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[𝗇]𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁

𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖

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⌗ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. explicit content, 18+ mdni. fem reader and pet names (princess, baby), mentions of virgin kazutora, spitting, choking, dumbification, impact play, and a few manga spoilers. lmk if i missed anything pls

⌗ 𝗮/𝗻. this is extremely biased, i am not sorry. kazutora lemme ride ur dick <\3

𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚

what’s he like after sex?

⌗ if we’re talking about fresh out of jail kazutora, he’s the one that needs the aftercare. the poor guy cums inside once and loses all coherent thoughts, so please give him a few minutes to recover. you take that as your opportunity to go to the bathroom and pee/clean up while he stares at the ceiling still pussy drunk.

⌗ however, experienced!kazutora's hunger is never fully satiated—even if you have just milked him dry. so while he’s cleaning you up, he can’t help but run his tongue on your skin, licking at your mixed fluids and cooing at you when he hears your frail whimpers.

𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩

favourite body part of his + his partner’s

⌗ he loves boobs. there’s something about the way they’re so soft and fit perfectly in his hands that drives him crazy. will also use them as stress balls, sometimes you even wake up with his hand holding onto your boob and his morning wood poking at your ass. give the man a tit job and he’s done for.

⌗ as for him, he likes his neck, the area is pretty sensitive and it’s always the victim of your lovebites and kisses. good thing he likes wearing turtlenecks.

𝙘𝙪𝙢

anything to do with cum

⌗ on the watery side but not that watery, it has enough thickness to stick on your skin though.

⌗ has at least one picture of you covered in his cum. it could be your swollen lips glistening with remnants of it after you swallowed the rest, your pussy being a creamy mess, or running down your tits—either way, it always gets him hard.

𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩

⌗ loves to sniff your dirty panties. jerks off to them, imagining the way your pussy lips press against the soft fabric and stain it with your juices.

𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?

⌗ NONE. this babie has been in jail for at least a decade, the only experience he has is with his fist. but he’s a quick learner! besides, he was once a horny teenager so he’s not clueless, he just can’t believe he finally gets to do all the things he ever fantasized of.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

⌗ he’s not picky, as long as he can stare at your face while he fucks you dumb, he’ll take it. but if he really has to pick one, it’d be him standing with your knees hanging over his forearms, your own arms wrapped around his neck while he fucks you harshly.

𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙮

is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous?

⌗ he’s not against having a few laughs here and there, but he puts all his focus and effort to make you feel good so don’t expect a comedy show. however, drunk kazutora will not stop giggling if you accidentally touch his neck in a way that makes it tickle.

𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧

how well groomed is he?

⌗ i don’t see him as someone with a lot of body hair, so it makes it pretty easy for him to keep things tidy down there. strikes me as a little bit vain so as a part of his routine and to prevent it from getting too messy, he usually trims and shaves.

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮

how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect

⌗ will not stop staring at you. he’s enchanted by the way his name leaves your mouth in broken moans, your back arching and pressing your nipples against his chest. he’s utterly in love with you and it doesn’t matter if you’re having rough sex, he always finds a way to show you the depth of his feelings even with his hand squeezing your throat.

𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛

masturbation headcanon

⌗ it used to be his only type of relief before he met you. when you offered to give him a hand job he met heaven for the very first time. still masturbates if you happen to be away from each other though, he’s just so used to filling you with his cum almost every day so he pulls out one of those pictures of you or straight-up texts you asking for nudes.

𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠

one or more of his kinks

⌗ spitting — it makes him feel good to see the power he has over you, the way you open your mouth and beg with your eyes makes his dick twitch like crazy. he can feel your pulse as his hand wraps around your throat, smirking down at you before spitting into your mouth, and he doesn’t have to touch you to know you’re dripping wet.

⌗ lingerie — it doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just show up with a pair of lace panties and he’ll be drooling in no time. but be careful because he will use it against you, tugging at the fabric until it’s pressed tightly against your clit and has two fingers going in and out of your cunt until you’re crying and begging him to let you cum.

⌗ dumbification — probably his favourite. the way you babble incoherently while he buries your face against the mattress is so cute, he just wants to keep fucking you until he has you absolutely ruined. asks you questions on purpose just because he knows you can't answer him back, your only reply being the tears streaming down your cheeks. "princess? oh baby– have i fucked you dumb already? you can only think of my cock, yeah?"

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

favourite place to do the do

⌗ always prefers the intimacy and comfort of the bedroom but anywhere in the house works for him. as long as it’s just the two of you he doesn’t care.

⌗ however, he does have a soft spot for the couch since that’s where he made you squirt for the first time.

𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

what turns him on?

⌗ you. like, for real. he can barely keep his hands off of you. when you purposely tease him, the way you look at him before he leans forward to kiss your lips, your figure, when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about and you can’t stop smiling while you speak. just… your existence i guess?

𝙣𝙤

something he wouldn’t do/turn offs

⌗ extreme impact play. he’s okay with spanking your ass and choking you, but please don’t ask him to slap you on the face. why would he hurt his princess like that? :( unless you are really really into it, he'll consider it. he can’t say no to you.

𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡

preference in giving or receiving, skill

⌗ pussy drunk kazutora is canon. he makes out with your pussy and talks to it, that man is starved. his eagerness makes him a bit sloppy but he’s so into it, moaning and licking at your hole while he humps the mattress, that you can’t really complain. the first time you sat on his face he came untouched and is probably one of his favourite ways to pleasure you. of course he picks on what you like the most and starts using his hands and mouth, but that’s after he gets to eat you however he wants the first couple of times.

⌗ when it’s you giving him head, he’s a mess. he observes you as you take your time with him, stroking him slowly until he’s twitching in your hand; that’s your cue to stop teasing him. as i said before, seeing you covered in his cum is his favourite sight so this man gives you facials or tells you to play with it before swallowing.

𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚

is he fast and rough? slow and sexual?

⌗ inexperienced kazutora fucks you fast and rough, he just wants to fill you up with his cum. he can’t stop staring at the white ring forming at the base of his cock, your cream building up the more he thrusts into your cunt. this version is a menace to your poor pussy.

⌗ experienced kazutora has learned to take his time, to enjoy the view and sounds you make. he has more knowledge of what you like, your sensitive spots, and can clearly tell when you’re absolutely spent. still gets painfully hard and leaks pre-cum like crazy but he has learned to be patient.

𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚

his opinion on quickies, how often?

⌗ like i said, he’s so needy. years of pent-up sexual frustration eventually lead to quickies everywhere. in the petshop, pah-chin’s wedding, an alleyway… he just can’t get enough of you so pretty please let him fuck you :c

𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠

does he take risks?

⌗ definitely not against trying new things, he just kinda didn’t expect you to want to experiment too? but gets so excited when you talk about it and realizes there are many things you want to try as well

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖

how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?

⌗ a lot! he gets so lost in the moment that doesn’t even realize he’s fucking his cock raw into your tender pussy. he’s so pussy drunk, absolutely marveled at the feel of your warmth sucking him in, trying to milk every drop of cum out of his balls, that he’s still pounding into you after cumming for the third time.

𝙩𝙤𝙮𝙨

does he own toys? does he use them? on a parter or himself?

⌗ he loves spoiling his princess so he gets you each and every single toy you want. lets you pick whatever you want and it’s always a surprise to him. his favourite is a butt plug that has a tail attached to it.

⌗ the only toy he uses on himself is a fleshlight, he bought it thinking it would alleviate his needs in case you weren’t around but after fucking you raw, you ruined it for him. (in a good way ofc <3)

𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧

how much he likes to tease

⌗ still can’t get over the fact that someone as gorgeous as you is dating him, so he gloats in when you’re in public by putting his hand on the back pocket of your jeans. or if you’re sitting on his lap, he’s running his hands all over your thighs while gently pressing your ass against his crotch. sometimes he’s like ‘fuck it’ and straight-up humps your ass or squeezes it so everyone can see how flustered you get.

⌗ makes it up as soon as you get home though, if his princess wants to ride him and he’s not allowed to touch then so be it.

𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙚

how loud is he? what sounds does he make?

⌗ throaty and broken moans, they start low and faint, but the closer he gets to his orgasm, the louder they get. sometimes he tries to hide them by kissing you, but even with his tongue down your throat, they’re loud and clear to anyone chifuyu who walks past the room.

𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙

random headcanon for the character

⌗ even as inexperienced as he is, he likes to be in charge. i think i already mentioned it but he loves to spoil you, he truly can't say no to you—but you have to work for what you want. do you want him to touch you and make you cum? then you better behave.

⌗ doesn't matter how much he needs you, if you're being ungrateful he won't give you what you want. looks a bit scary when he gets in his hard dom mood but never steps out of your boundaries

𝙭-𝙧𝙖𝙮

⌗ long and not too thick, the head has a flushed red/purple colour and it’s the prettiest dick you have ever seen. slightly curved upwards but it’s not too noticeable. there’s this one vein that runs from his v-line all the way down to the base of his cock that bulges when he gets hard, and paired with his smooth and heavy balls it’s just so… pretty <3

𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

how high is his sex drive?

⌗ high! sees you bending down to pick something and his pants get tight. you moan while stretching your back and his pants get tight. you walk around your home with only his shirt on and his pants get tight. he can’t !! get !! enough !! of you !!

𝙯𝙯𝙯

how quickly he falls asleep afterwards

⌗ this headcanon is a bit specific but i think he suffers from insomnia. he can’t help but overthink things and then he just spirals down. but if you’re next to him after you’re done having sex, he likes to hold you and chat a bit with you. the silence sometimes gets too much for him so, in a way, you’re a good distraction but he genuinely enjoys having you in his arms.

⌗ so yeah, probably doesn’t fall asleep immediately but when he does, his mind is at ease.

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