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popping my head in to ask about Mer Hob ๐ from the WIP title ask game
Finally popping my head back up to answer, my apologies for the wait! Mer-Hob came out of server conversations about mer-Dreamling fish assignments and aquatic mating displays, but he kind of fizzled out with the scene I tried to write. Dusting him off for this, though, I think I can breathe the spark back into it. Take it past where I meant to before, so it will have a more satisfactory conclusion. I have scrapped the lackluster 'how did they meet' that was stalling me out and given them new backstory and now I'm unsure how exactly I want to structure this. Start where I've started and then jump back to the meeting, then bring them back to the present? Make the backstory a separate fic? Rearrange the whole thing chronologically, which would require a lot of rework and shortening of the current opening bit? IDK but I'll figure it out. In the meantime, here is a chunky chunk of drafting for their meet-cute (sfw but cut for length):
Dream is not surprised to find a waterline-level cave out on the rock formation in the bay, on the side not visible from shore. Nor is he overly surprised to find someone stretched out in the handsbreadth of water covering the floor with their eyes closed, as the morning light fills the first several feet of the cave brightly in a way that is conducive to sunbathing.
The fact that the sunbather has a bright orange tail with brilliant yellow fins and blue-black leopard-like spots is rather less expected, however, and Dream gasps his surprise.
The sound startles the manโthe mermanโsurely not?โwho sits bolt upright, eyes wide and panicking as he locks gazes with Dream not an arm's length away.
Dream's heart skips a beat. He's beautifulโ
"Oh, fuck!" The mermanโthere is no other explanation, no mistaking the flurry of fins and scales as he movesโthe merman twists and flops and dives past Dream, a less-than-graceful plunge off the rock and into the sea and then he is gone.
"Wait!" Dream cries, to the bright flick of yellow vanishing into the depths, but of course it is no use.
He could swim back to the boat, could don his diving gear and followโbut no. The merman is already gone, and will be more so by the time Dream could be equipped to give chase.
He swallows back his disappointment, his disbelief, and tells himself resolutely that he surely imagined the entire thing.
But he did not imagine it, he knows this; the knowledge lodges in his mind, burrows down into his consciousness and curls around his common sense, stokes his curiosity.
He saw a merman.
Merpeople do not exist.
But he saw one.
He returns the next day, hoping perhaps to repeat the discovery, but he is the only visitor to the cave in the hours that he spends there. When the tide has gone out and come back in, high enough once more to cover the floor of the cave, when he has spent all day waiting with nothing to show for it, he admits defeat and swims back to his boat.
He returns again, and again, later each day with the drift of the tide, diving to explore beneath the surface when the cave remains empty. He finds nothing of note, nothing to hint at the existence of merfolk, nothing at all out of the ordinary; by day six, he is trying to convince himself to make peace with the likelihood that he will never find any trace of the merman he knows he had seen.
On day seven, the merman is back, sunbathing at the front of the cave again.
Only this time, he has human legs, is wearing swim trunks, is sitting further away from where Dream is treading water, stunned.
"โฆHello," Dream manages.
"Hi," the man says, warmly polite. He is cross-legged with his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around them, one hand holding the other wrist; he is meant to look casual and relaxed, Dream is certain, but the tension and the nervousness coming off of him are palpable.
He is still beautiful.
"You're. I saw you here, before?" His thoughts are still trying to catch up; he hoists himself into the cave, doesn't move closer.
The man's shoulders drop a tiny fraction. "Yeah, yep! Startled me good, you did!" He chuckles lightly, a carefree and casual sound; the fingers of his dangling hand wriggle, a nervous and distracted sort of gesture that draws Dream's attention to the profusion of hair on his bare legs, and arms, and what Dream can see of his chest.
"You had a. A tail, last time," Dream says, somewhat awkwardly, tearing his gaze from the sprinkling of hair on the man's bare toes.
"Oh, that, yes!" The man grins, bright and disarming. "I'm a mermaid performer, with the, ah, the local carnival."
Dream is convinced this is a lie even as the logical part of his brain points out that this explanation makes far more sense than believing in merfolk. He knows what he saw, the flexing of muscle and the fanning of fins, the bending and twisting that did not match up to the way that human legs would move in that configuration. The merman speaks with casual confidence, but the tension in his frame and the nervous fidget of his clasped hand are easy to read.
"โฆNo, I don't think you are," Dream says, and the man's bright smile dips before returning to full wattage.
"Calling me a liar, are you?" He laughs, a light and enchanting sound that Dream immediately wants to hear more of. "Merfolk, they don't actually exist, I'll have you know."
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The wip tag has a tiiiny bit more of this one, also.
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no but i was really like, after intentionally misrepresenting my personality, wHy DoEs nO oNe uNdeRstAnd Me?!??!?
#how the fuck are you meant to format that#i was like this in high school so much though and there were like extenuating circccumstances and stuff#but it was sort of funny after i spent years lying and prenending like i cared about doing well and behaving#and then in year twelve i just didnt care about prentending anymore so i admitted i didnt care#and then the staff members this specific one#was like i dont understand whats happened to you why are you like this all of a sudden#and i was confused before i remembered how i used to act#dont know how i forgot guess im really just that dumb#but the fact that she actually bought my clueless well meaning really really dumb but academically smart loser act#i mean the only thing there that was a lie was the well meaning like id say i didnt mean to do the thing that got me in trouble i thought i#was allowed or it was an accident or something#actually sometimes that was somewhat true#but as a teenager lying to adults especially school people is literally the easiest thing ever and yet they all think they can see through#and i guess at the time i was convinced that they all did see through it a ot more than it turned out they actually did#i mean like sometimes it was so obvious i was lying and it was obvious they knew i was lying but it wasnt that important so they let it go#and this specific person who did that was one of those like she was more easily convinced i guess but i was sure she saw through me sometim#there was this specific time which was a bit more serious and like i lied as much as i could and they clearly werent convinced but they wen#with it for some reason i guess they did know i didnt actually mean any harm that was clear#i only lied about the specifics instead of admitting i was bored and showing off#but there was no way they believed me#and yet they still had this totally inaccurate version of me in their head and had no idea of my actual motivations for anything#i mean obviously they could see through a bit and still think that but its like she though i didnt lie at all#obviously a parrt of this is that i was just one student and they probably forgot a lot its just funny how she thought she knew me#like her specifically just had a personality like that#they all had very specific personalities that influenced how they saw students behaviour and stuff#i feel like it was weirldy like christian or some shit#not the right word but like when they think theyre this great righeoteous benefactor doing all this good#and theyre actually just cluesless
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cannot believe that in 2007 the eighth doctor adventures writers just decided to put toxic yuri in their show. they did that for me
#not me going insane over 2 minor recurring villains#but literally what the fuck is going on with the headhunter and karen#what if an amoral assassin and a normal office worker decided to become partners on a whim & now they time travel and commit crimes together#like what?????#the headhunter could not give less of a shit about other people and doesn't think karen is useful at all and yet just keeps her around#and karen's like yeah she hates my guts and also she makes me kill people. it's a laugh though can't complain#and i'm just meant to be normal about that?????? huh???????#also the way they both just flirt with lucie every time they see her is so funny#karen's like hey babe!!!! how are you!!!! do you want to join us!!!! while holding a knife to lucie's neck shdjshs#while the headhunter's like ah lucie miller the thorn in my side [saves her life] this means nothing [saves her life] you disgust me [saves-#doctor who#big finish#i've finished s3!!!! whoop!!!!#my thoughts are why does lucie miller keep getting turned evil and can it keep happening bc it's hot. who said that#my only issue with this format is that it's very adventure based. which yeah it's called the 8th doctor adventures#but i wish there was more breathing room for lucie. the doctor keeps being all sad (fair his life is awful) but lucie's going Through It#and never gets a chance to really process anything#also the retroactive continuity errors make me laugh#'i'm 900 years old' no the fuck you're not! you still have the time war yet buddy!#i like to think they're just signs of 8's swiss cheese memory#i hope there's books set in this era. i'm sure nobody will be able to tell me bc they gave up 20 tags ago agdkhsjshsjs
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i'm having Many Thoughts this rewatch about the... words. narrative devices and framing and tone of sdmi, and how they bring out a lot of food for thought re: aspects of media analysis which are easy to lose track of in media that takes itself more or less seriously than sdmi does.
unfortunately my brain is kind of soup lately, and when i try to put this bit into words it becomes Massive Overwhelming Infodump before it's halfway to my stylus. i have few brain cells available at the moment and it burns through them fast. ๐ ah well, hopefully i'll get around to making an actual coherent post about it sooner or later
#whosebaby talks#SDMItag#something about abstraction vs literalism; shorthand you're supposed to fill in the gaps for vs Things You are Meant to Take at Face Value#and about what's meant to be a Thing specific to a particular character/place/social environment/dynamic/etc#compared to a show's stylistic weirdness filter you're having to compensate for to tell if this character is an Abstraction#in the same way squiggles on a book to indicate writing are an abstraction of actual writing; or if they Are Actually Like That#vs when they *aren't* meant to embody that any more than the other people present; but *the other people present are also Like That*#compared to baseline for that world; because there's a specific reason in-universe that people like them end up concentrated here#vs a world where the baseline *is* for everything to be Like That; not as an abstraction or weirdness filter#but because the squiggly lines on the book are just Actually Squiggly Lines in-universe#often intended for comedy but not always! or entirely!#and sdmi's tone--comedic and otherwise--means it bounces around a lot of these in some really interesting ways#which is uh further complicated by the fact that despite how much of the comedy is obviously meant to lampshade how fucked up their world i#a fuckton of it is just straightforwardly horribly misogynistic and racist and abuse apologist and what have you#and not only makes light of this stuff in some really fucking awful ways under the guise of always-sunny-style ~tee hee lampshading~#but pulls some real toothpaste-and-orange-juice shit when it combines that with the more serious/earnest elements#and then you add in things like examining the generally exaggeratedly corrupt justice system#partly for laughs/drama and partly because a realistic judiciary process wouldn't work with the format tone and narrative they're working i#it's a fairytale; monarchies don't choose a ruler by sending out three princes to find a magical chalice in the forest or whatever#.....but also there are some reeeaaal interesting; uncomfortable things to examine here when comparing the corrupt *human* justice system#to the corrupt one the horrifically oppressed talking animals in this universe are subjected to#especially when it's often not even clear *which animals are supposed to be sapient*#and some shit you cannot 'it's a fairytale' your way out of; like racism and ableism and misogyny and queerphobia and abuse#say what you want about whether it *should* be there; but if it is; it is#and if nothing else it is sure fucking worth discussing if a piece of media tries to claim a textual depiction of SA for example#is a squiggly line abstraction for consensual romance#anyway there's a lot to unpack here squirtle it's fascinating and i have Opinions about it
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Sending my ex flatmate 300 word formatted and referenced messages in the groupchat to explain (gently) how he ruined the entire year for us and how I would like him to pay his third of the bills (please) because he is at fault for them being so expensive (literally held all our accounts hostage to a point we had bailifs round and then pouted every time we were mean (asked him to pay them on time)) all while maintaining that I'm not mad (I'm seething) because then he'll just block me (again)
Don't rent with cis men
#rangnar rambles#took me all day to format this fucking thing ๐#and i bet you he just doesnt read it#he ruined my renting experience AND my day out with the gays (i recieved his message As i met up with mates and then stewed on it all day)#literally sat in mcdos grinding my fucking teeth#how can one enjoy a burger while captain birdseye is on the loose?? hes such a diiiick!!#its 5am i have muted the chat and i will not be looking inside it until late tomorrow evening (lie)#our other flatmate is american so ill admit im a scared little bitch and waited until she could back me up and he was asleep ๐ญ๐ญ#downside: i sent them a massive message at 5am like a normal and sane person so will probably not be taken seriously <3#this was meant to be the summer of matt!!! now look at it ๐#ALSO our bills TRIPLED bc of how late we always were to pay (bc he was the only one who could login and had all the security answers)#and he has the audacity to say that bc he wasnt in the flat thats for me n the american to pay#im no being petty over a fiver ill tell you that ๐๐#and this is why im never renting bills unicluded again
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ateez as royals who fall for you (hyung line)
read maknae line here
genre: royalty!ateez x fem!reader, fluff, angst, smut, crack, a brainrot and smutfest of royal tropes
length: 12.8k
c/w: very nsfw scenes - mdni, explicit language (dirty talk, swearing, insults), death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, heavy & mature themes (sex work, murder, assassination, execution, mentions of misogyny)
a/n:ย this has simultaneously been the pride and joy of my life and the bane of my entire existence for the last 2.5 months ๐ฅด and tumblr is an inept incapable CLOWN who cannot handle the full 24k worth of bullet points so here is the hyung line first - maknae line coming soon (yumi @sorryimananti-romantic can vouch for my unsuccessful 3-hour attempt at formatting them into a single post)
hongjoong
pov: you're the king's royal courtesan
โfuck,โ hongjoong lets out a deep growl from within his chest as his head dips down to rest against the crook of your neck. โyouโre just as tight as last timeโ
when your hips involuntarily buck from the pleasure, he nudges your thighs further apart and keeps your wrists pinned above your head
he canโt help but let out another groan when he feels your walls clench around his cock as you adjust to his thickness
โi thought- god,โ a moan escapes you after he thrusts his hips against you, โthought you never fucked the same woman twiceโ
โi donโt,โ he simply says
and itโs true
hongjoong is one of the youngest princes to have ruled during the kim dynasty, having risen to power after the previous king succumbed early to an unknown illness
he has the choice and selection of all the courtesans available within the palace and outside its walls
hongjoong also has a reputation of being highly sought after by everybody, not just amongst courtesans
itโs not only because he is devilishly handsome, knows how to properly fuck somebody dumb, and is the literal king
the main thing that makes him so desirable and unreachable?
he never sees the same courtesan more than once
โyet here you are,โ you hook your legs around hongjoongโs waist to gain leverage and meet his thrusts with your own hips, โbetween my legs for the second timeโ
you smirk when he curses and throws his head back
his grip on your wrists tightens and his voice drops dangerously low
โthe first time doesnโt count because i was meant to see lady chae. so really, this is the first time iโm requesting for your servicesโ
he silences you from retorting by pressing a bruising kiss against you, lips messily attaching to yours before trailing down the sharp angle of your jaw to bite your neck
you are a courtesan for people of nobility and royal status
part of the โhouse of flowersโ and commonly referred to as โflower courtesansโ, you and the other women are highly-sought after for the companionship you offer
you are well protected by the house of flowers though - the services of companionship that you provide is requested by your client, but is ultimately accepted or rejected by you
lady chae, another of the flower courtesans and one of your closest friends, is requested by the king for her services
it is quite clear what it is going to entail and you both spend several of the following nights giggling and whispering scandalously to one another
whether the rumours about his stamina will be true
whether lady chae will be the first to break his one-fuck rule
except when the day of the meeting comes around, she spikes a sudden fever
lady shin, the head of the house of flowers, takes all but one look at her before ordering her to bed rest despite both of your attempts to, albeit unconvincingly, persuade lady shin that chaeโs fever would only serve to help make the kingโs dick warmer
lady shin is not amused to say the least
with the last minute hitch, the king agrees for you to be sent out to him as a replacement instead
and you end up being the flower courtesan who he breaks his reputed rule for
(lady chae is initially jealous, understandably)
(but very quickly, she appears to be even more excited than you are as she combs through your undergarments for the โsluttiest setโ that she can find)
your attention is brought back as hongjoong flicks his tongue over your hardened nipples, continuing to drag his length in and out of you while your back arches off the bed
you tease in between short breaths, โare you really bringing up another womanโs name while you have your cock inside me?โ
โyou brought it up first,โ he reminds you, accentuating his answer with timed thrusts
you grind your hips against his, chasing more friction against your clit as you feel your high approaching
โwhy?โ he snakes one of his hands down between your connected torsos to rub messy circles against your clit, smirking as he asks, โare you getting jealous already?โ
for that, you clench down hard on his cock, immediately feeling the way it throbs inside of you as you bring him closer to his orgasm too
โas if. fuck offโ
your words are hardly audible from the whines that are leaving your mouth due to the added pressure of another finger against your clit from your retaliation
โiโm close,โ hongjoong releases his grip on your wrists so that he can straighten his body, anchoring his hand on your hip instead so that he can fuck you and rub your clit with his other hand with renewed vigour
when you hear him groan, โcum for me,โ the string snaps and your whole body quivers in his hold as your orgasm washes over you
hongjoongโs hips gradually stutter to a pause, an occasional thrust inside your clenching pussy as he milks out the rest of his cum inside of you
he finally eases himself out of you and hums in satisfaction as he watches his cum slowly leak out of you
hongjoong drops down beside you, toned chest covered in a sheen layer of sweat as it rises up and down with his pants
when your fuzzy mind has cleared a little from the blissful haze of your orgasm, he strokes his fingertips along the side of your thigh, along the curve of your ass, and over the dip of your waist just under your breasts as he says, โyou better not be jealous. first one to get jealous losesโ
โif anyoneโs going to get jealous first, itโs you,โ you scoff back
he raises an eyebrow
oh yeah?
he shoves his leaking cum back inside of you and fingers you to another orgasm
now that shuts you up
for a man who barks, he sure has no bite, because you find yourself being notified by lady shin several days later of yet another request for your services under the kingโs name
and another request turns into another
and every single time, hongjoong makes sure that the only word leaving your lips for those many hours is his moaned name
but at the same time, the more you and hongjoong meet, the more he just savours in your simple companionship
he asks you to teach him how to embroider because youโve mentioned before itโs how you like to spend your free evenings
he rifles through your bag of materials that you bring
you smack his hand away at the carelessness with which heโs upturning everything
โwhatโs this?โ he holds up a large, wooden hoop before trying to fit it through his head, โa necklace?โ
โi wonder if people know they appointed an idiot to be king,โ you say as you gently unscrew the hoops and demonstrate how to align a piece of fabric between the rings
he watches with interest as you screw the outer hoop tighter until the fabric is nice and taut and then repeat the process so you both have one to work with
you have to help hongjoong thread his needle too, because apparently the kingโs fingers are only good for scissoring you open
you weave your own needle through the fabric at a slow pace whilst telling him the different names and uses of the stitches youโre showing him
except, when you look up to see if heโs following?
his own hoop has been abandoned to one side and heโs leaning against his hand as he gazes cheekily at you
โwere you even paying attention?โ
he sounds a little too confident when he answers not at all
in return, hongjoong shows you how to write hanja the next time you meet
he positions himself behind you with his hand over yours as he guides you through different characters stroke by stroke
he claims that there are specific ways of applying pressure to the brush so he has to be holding your hand at all times
you most definitely roll your eyes several times but you indulge him anyway
there are a lot of giggles and teasing pushes when you accidentally dip the end of your sleeve into the ink and you try to spread it onto his robes too
(the calligraphy may or may not become forgotten when hongjoong pins you down to stop your cheeky behaviour, because things naturally escalate whenever he has you under him)
you two do eventually manage to finish one decent-looking scroll of characters which he ends up gifting you so that you โdonโt forgetโ about him when youโre not with him
when you walk back into the house of flowers, the hanging scroll perks lady shinโs interest as you walk past
โhongjoong taught me how to write my name todayโ
lady shin waggles her eyebrows at you suggestively because of how casually you refer to the king, for which you nudge her with a shoulder
she laughs then asks to have a look
you unravel the paper to show her but then she makes a funny noise
โthatโs not your name? these are the characters for- oh,โ she cackles scandalously to herself, as if she has made a secret discovery
โwhat does it mean?โ you hurry to clarify
you wouldnโt put it past him to have taught you a crude phrase instead, like โbest titsโ or โbiggest assโ
lady shin lets out an amused exhale, handing the scroll back to you
โit says, my flowerโ
youโre looking at those exact characters from where you lay on your bed when a knock sounds on your door several days later
lady shin steps into your room with a warm smile as you greet her
โyou have an appointment with lord min tomorrow, but the king has just inquired about your service availability for tomorrow,โ she informs you. โwould you like me to give him the usual answer?โ
this isnโt the first time a clash has occurred, particularly with the increasing frequency with which hongjoong requests to see you
you have always told lady shin to ask for hongjoongโs pardon and to offer him an alternative time or day, because in the end, you still need to maintain a professional and admirable reputation as a flower courtesan
and as you open your mouth to tell her โyesโ, your eye catches the scroll hanging on your wall
my flower
you hesitate
โactually,โ you look away from the hanja, โiโll see hongjoong.โ
lady shin gives you a motherly smile as she nods in understanding and closes the door behind her
the next day you see him, he excitedly points out the large tambour frame in his room that he bought just a few days prior, claiming you two can work on a big embroidery patch together now
you give him one look then demote him back to the small embroidery hoop because he still hasnโt learnt his basic stitches yet
(thatโll teach him to not pay attention when youโre demonstrating, ha)
you relent and end up going through the different stitches with him again anyway
and you find that heโs actually not that bad with embroidery once heโs actually focused on the task at hand
itโs nice, basking in each other's presence while he threads his little square of fabric and you work with the large frame you have now essentially claimed as yours
not that hongjoong minds; he did buy it solely to make you happy
and then you offhandedly mention that someone had gifted you a handkerchief with your initials embroidered on one of the corners the other day
โi actually have it on me, in fact,โ and you take it out from where itโs tucked into your waist so that you can show him
he juts out his chin as he peers down at the delicate letters, huffing, โitโs pretty, i guessโ
then as an afterthought he tacks on, โbet i could do a better jobโ
โare you jealous right now, kim hongjoong?โ
said man is hellbent on avoiding your eyes as he picks up his needle and thread again
โno iโm not!โ
โwhatever you say,โ you smirk
after that day though, you donโt receive another request from hongjoong to meet until two weeks later
which, in the grand scheme of things, really isnโt much
but in comparison to the frequency at which you are used to seeing him, the frequency at which your body is used to having him, it is much too long
you are almost beginning to wonder whether you shouldnโt have brought up the handkerchief gift
yet, he greets you with his usual teasing squeeze of your waist, dangerously close to your ass
you make a move to follow him through the doors to his chambers but he turns around to produce a silk cloth
he starts to blindfold you, whispering sultrily, โi have a surprise for youโ
you feel the hairs on the back of your neck raise at his tone
guiding you inside, hongjoong gently pushes you down so that you sink into the plush duvet of his bed
โdo you trust me?โ he whispers
trying not to dwell on the urge to lick your dry lips, you answer, โof courseโ
you feel him tugging slowly on the string that holds the front of your corset together, loosening your dress with tenderness like you are a fragile gift
you shiver when your shoulders are suddenly exposed to the cold air
and then the sensation is followed by the warmth of hongjoongโs soft exhales along the expanse of your collarbones as he leans closer to fully disrobe your shoulders
you have to remind yourself to keep breathing
โyou can look now,โ he tells you
you remove the silk cloth from around your eyes, unsure of what to expect
it takes a few blinks to readjust your vision to the room around you but then your eyes finally focus
and you gasp
there, hung on the wall with its striking viridian green, shimmering threads and intricate swirls on glorious display, is quite possibly the most stunning dress you have ever laid eyes upon
โtry it on,โ he encourages
but as you step closer, you realise the lacing across the front of the corset and running down the sleeves of the top dress is in fact, not lacing
itโs patchy
itโs uneven
it has empty areas
but it is no doubt embroidery
โdid youโฆdid you make this?โ you reach out a hand to lightly caress one of the embroidered flowers, not quite daring to believe that hongjoong would go to these lengths for you
โof course,โ he wraps his arms around you from behind and presses a light kiss against your temple, โiโm not losing to a lousy handkerchiefโ
โis that why you disappeared for two weeks?โ
you let out a laugh, sinking into his embrace, because the image of the great king holed up in his chambers for days on end, hunched over your dress with a needle, thread and frown on his face is just too endearing
he lets out a warning huff as he turns you around in his embrace to face him
upturning his hands, he shows you the tips of his fingers and grumbles, โi poked myself so many times for you and you laugh at me?โ
you bring his hands closer to your face, pressing light kisses to his fingertips as you smile, โthank you, joong. i love it so much, i really doโ
he looks at you impossibly soft
under his tender gaze, something suddenly rushes to your very core
you hold one his hands steady in front of your lips then swirl your tongue out in an experimental lick over his fingers
itโs almost captivating how quickly his pupils dilate and zero in on your tongue
so you dare to bring his fingers into your mouth
you suck on them a little harder
a little deeper
and then you moan around his fingers, โi want youโ
he lets out a groan himself, feeling the front of his breeches tighten as his cock twitches
โi- fuck, i didnโt give the dress to you in hopes that it would lead to this,โ yet despite his words he is stepping you backwards so that he can pin you against the wall
โi know, but i want you,โ you palm his growing bulge, your knees going weak at how hard he already is. โand i need you. now.โ
he doesnโt need further encouragement
he shoves the remainder of your clothes aside before inserting his fingers roughly between your folds
it doesnโt take long for him to bring you to your first orgasm, curling his fingers relentlessly as you ride them
he spreads your cum over your pussy and you buck your hips with a whine when he circles over your clit briefly
then heโs turning you around and bending you over, one of your hands bracing against the wall, your other arm held behind your back by hongjoongโs firm grasp
โfuck, youโre so wet,โ his whole body shivers with pleasure as his cock slips right into you
the obscene sounds of his hips slapping against your ass and your slick being pushed back into your hole over and over again fill the room
and to the clenching of your pussy from another orgasm, hongjoong also cums into you with a guttural groan of your name
he gently carries you to his bed and lays you on top of the covers
he leaves your side for a moment and you listen to him rummage through something while you try to regain control of your quaking legs
when he comes back, you feel him gently spreading your legs and then the ticklish sensation of a soft cloth along your inner thighs
a whine escapes your lips when he rubs over your sensitive clit and hongjoong grips your thigh a little tighter
โbe careful what pretty sounds youโre making if you canโt handle another roundโ
it isnโt until he finishes cleaning you up and lies down next to you to start wiping himself down that you look over and realise what it is that heโs been using this whole time
your mouth drops in disbelief
when hongjoong notices your expression, he smirks, โthe man who gave you this has no idea his handkerchief is being used to clean my cum off your thighsโ
โhongjoong!โ you flush with a laugh. โyou are definitely jealous, arenโt you?โ
โyes, iโm fucking jealous,โ he growls, โyouโre the only one i want. youโre the only woman iโve been requesting for since iโve seen you. and i want to be the only one who gets to have you, tooโ
you confess, โwell, you can have all of me. because iโve started refusing other people just for youโ
he looks at you for another moment before heโs suddenly straddling your hips
โchange of plans,โ he says breathily, โi need you againโ
โvery good plan,โ you grind up against him
and then you pause, mirth starting to bubble in your throat, โone last thing thoughโ
hongjoong looks down with amusement in his own eyes, wondering what could possibly be so funny
โthat handkerchief?โ you start, struggling not to laugh when his eyes immediately narrow, โi never said it was from a man. it was a gift from lady chaeโ
seonghwa
pov: you're his royal guard
as soon as you notice the movement out of the corner of your eye, your body reacts straight away
you murmur seonghwaโs name with a tight voice and move to position yourself in front of him, unwilling to risk the princeโs safety
one of your hands grasps the hilt of your sword, ready to unsheathe it at the first sign of danger, as your calculative gaze darts between the two young men stumbling closer on the dirt path and the line of forest trees from which they appear
they are wearing simple tunics and breeches with their colour faded and seams loosening from wear
from what you can discern, they are simply commoners, but that does not rule out the possibility that they are bandits
seonghwa seems to think otherwise, though
unsurprising but still grating
the prince places his hand on your shoulder gently in a silent reassurance and request for you to step aside
albeit reluctantly, you force yourself to move to his left
it becomes clear to you as the two figures stop just shy of a few feet away that the term โmenโ was pushing it - their faces are young and they appear to be no older than seventeen or eighteen
the young strangers dip their head in greeting, one of them apologising as well as he pulls out a tattered map that he extends out for you two to see
โmy companion and i are traveling to the village norshaw but seem to have lost our way. would you be able to point us in the right direction?โ the one with the map asks
โof course,โ seonghwa offers with a kind smile
you watch as the three of them step closer together to look more closely at the map
on high alert, and just as you are predicting, you see the companion shuffle closer to seonghwa, hand inching towards the leather pouch that hangs from the princeโs belt
you catch the subtle motion of seonghwaโs eyes flickering down just an inch
because of how well you understand his body language, you know that it means he has already noticed the thieving intention
but because of how well you understand seonghwa, you know that he isnโt going to do anything about it either
so you strike in his stead
your hand darts out to snatch the thieveโs wrist, twisting his forearm upwards so that he is forced to lean awkwardly towards one side to prevent his elbow from snapping
his partner drops the map, letting out a string of curses and hesitating for all but three seconds before he turns around to flee
scoffing, you threaten the one who is still in your hold, who then bolts with his tail between his legs after you release him
"did you really need to scare them off like that? it's not like i had any money in the pouch anyway," seonghwa chastises with a chuckle
"yes," you deadpan. "i did not spend the last two hours of our trip pausing every fifty meters to wait for you to pick up a rock because you thought it looked pretty, only for them to be stolen by a pair of petty thieves"
"it would have been funny to imagine their faces after realising what they stole," seonghwa grins
โmhm,โ you hum, โand the next thing you know, youโll wake up to your palace ransacked, because word in town is that you can steal from the prince and get away with itโ
he levels you with a boyish scowl, โyouโre so dramatic. what are you, my mother?โ
โno, but i am your royal bodyguardโ
โexactly. you are my bodyguard, not my brainguard. if i am to be swindled of my pretty rocks, then so be itโ
you roll your eyes out of exasperation, but everything is swiftly forgotten minutes later when you point out a heart-shaped rock and seonghwa rushes over to pick it up
it has been like this ever since the incident occurred - him, the sunshine; you, the sunshine protector
it has been almost four years since it happened
somebody had attempted arsenic poisoning of not only seonghwa, but also those working under him
you had noticed strange discolouring of the silverware in the kitchen and on the table serving his dinner, which prompted an investigation and subsequent discovery of the perpetrator
an act of betrayal and treachery by one of his closest relatives - his very own uncle
seonghwa was - still is - too merciful and tender-hearted to punish his uncle, even if the severity of his uncleโs crimes warranted execution
to have his trust broken so shatteringly hurt seonghwa more than if he were to actually have been poisoned
you still remember like it was yesterday; the sight of the prince slumped against the wall, weighed down by chains of turmoil and despair as whispers fly through the palace of the weak-hearted prince who is unable to deliver fair judgement
it is the sight of the prince looking so small and lost that drives your feet forward to stand before him
as the soft draught coming through the windows tugs gently on your tresses and the flickers of candlelight illuminate the glint of steel in your hand, you make a decision
โiโll be your sword,โ you pledge
not just as his royal guard, but as his haven when he is forced to face corruption and wickedness
and when you see the way his shoulders immediately sag with relief at your declaration, the way he nods like a child who has been reassured that everything will be okay, you tell yourself that seonghwa will never have to dirty his hands as long as you are with him
you will be the dark to his light; the yin to his yang
quietly, you see to it that his uncle is executed for his crimes - your statement to the rest of the palace that prince seonghwa is not to be mocked
neither of you bring it up again, but seonghwa knows
he pulls you into a wholehearted hug, arms enveloping you securely as his chest shakes with shuddering breaths of thank you over and over again
you rub your hand up and down his sturdy back soothingly
it is an action that simultaneously reciprocates his embrace and his crossed line of professionalism
one that starts the shift in dynamic between you both, boundaries of sought comfort blurring with friendship and then something more
where seonghwa is too trusting and too soft-spoken, you become his skepticism and his voice
โyou should be more wary of others,โ you always remind him
โand you should be more trusty of others,โ heโll retort
yet, he will never make a decision that does not receive your input nor one that you do not agree with
where seonghwa is too gentle and too humble, you become his sword and his shield
you do not waver when you strike down foe, and friends turned foe alike
you speak up and establish firm boundaries when others take advantage of the respect he shows everybody regardless of their class or status
and yet, if you find yourself on the receiving end of someoneโs condescension or discriminatory treatment, be it due to your rank as a guard or identity as a woman, seonghwa will be advancing forward to defend you before you can do so yourself
where seonghwa is too innocent and too bushy-tailed, you become his eyes and his caution
your morning walks together always last for longer than they are scheduled for
he stops to watch every butterfly and bumblebee that flutters along the flowery path, and he waits for caterpillars to crawl onto a leaf that he holds by the stem so that he can move the critters off the pathway
you love to watch him and his glittering eyes, his cheeks rosy from happiness and from the air still crisp with morning dew
but you also make sure to watch his surroundings with greater vigilance because the quiet peace that the freshly awoken sun brings simultaneously increases the likelihood of a targeted attack against him
as much as you rib him for being a marshmallow personified, however, and as much as he banters back that you are more than welcome to resign at any time, neither of you want it any other way
seonghwa carries out a lot of gestures that he justifies to himself as being eternally grateful for you and the things you do for him
he likes to gift you flowers he has plucked from his garden or the bushes he walks past that remind him of you
(โthatโs actually just a very pretty-looking weed, but thank you, seonghwa,โ you tell him on more than one occasion)
(itโs adorable, because the next time he finds a flower, he goes to the length of certifying that it is indeed a flower with the merchant who sells bouquets in the nearby town before presenting it to you, eyes gleaming with pride)
you stand still and let him tuck a flower behind your ear, sometimes braiding your hair gently so that he can weave and secure the stem into your hair, holding your breath as his features fill with the same enrapturement that he would admire a beautiful artwork with
after you voice this out one day, seonghwa supposes to himself that there is not much difference between an artwork and you
not that heโs attracted to you or anything - you justโฆhave an objectively attractive face
yes.
especially when your usually-piercing expression is softened by fatigue, guard no longer up as you sleep slumped over a desk while accompanying him during his late night of studies
he does not realise his feet have moved until he is right beside your resting form, as if the soft exhales escaping from your slightly parted lips are a sirenโs song
seonghwa tenderly brushes your stray locks away from your face and behind your neck
except he forgets to account for the fact that you are trained to sleep on the brink of consciousness
the squeal that leaves his mouth when your reflexes kick in and you almost slit his throat resounds at a frequency so high you almost believe it comes from your own mouth
you have a grand time watching his beet red face stutter out an excuse as to what exactly he was doing so close to you
needless to say, that is the last time seonghwa ever tries to do anything while you are sleeping
but as much as he bumbles around, he also reveals his perceptiveness when you least expect it
like now, as you accompany the prince to one of his meetings with numerous advisors and ministers
it is relatively dull and uneventful, mostly a cordial appearance to maintain amicable and loyal relationships with his subjects
conversation is limited to pleasantries and at one point, seonghwa even points out the calligraphy paintings hung at the back of the room
everyone nods with throaty laughs as if the paintings are indeed the most exquisite and tasteful artworks they have ever laid their eyes upon
when you and seonghwa arrive back at his chambers following the conclusion of the meeting, he walks over to his bed and shakes the sleeves of his robe over the expanse of his duvet
and out drops a neatly-wrapped sweet, followed by another, then another, until there are enough to amount to two handfuls
baffled, you look at seonghwa, because these are the very same treats that had been plated on the tables during the meeting
โyou smuggled candy out of the room?โ you try to keep the amusement out of your voice
he peers into his sleeves to ensure there are no more stragglers, before turning to face you as he waves his hands over the small collection of goods on his bed
as if they are-
โfor you!โ he exclaims almost proudly. โi saw you eyeing them during the meeting so i took some for youโ
okay
most definitely proudlyย
you feel something tickling you from within, as if he has reached through your chest to directly caress your heart with a delicate finger
โwhen did you evenโฆโ your voice trails off when it comes out a little fonder than you are expecting it to
โremember the paintings i pointed out?โ seonghwa giggles, and you think that the hand in your chest is now cradling your heart completely. โi swiped the sweets when everyone was looking back at themโ
โthank you, hwa,โ you settle on saying, because you do not trust yourself to say anything else
that is more than enough for him, though
which, of course it is - this is seonghwa, with his huge heart that fills easily with the smallest of things
he eagerly hands you one of the treats and you unwrap it to place into your mouth
youโve had these before, but this one that he has specially grabbed for you tastes remarkably sweeter
you wonder if his lips will taste the sameโฆ
but then you accidentally bite your tongue, hard enough to draw blood, and you realise just how wrong you are for letting those fleeting thoughts into your mind
because while you navigate the world in thick droplets of red and sharp glints of silver, seonghwa sees the world in soft hues of pastel and gleaming rays of yellow
how could the two palettes ever blend together harmoniously?
so instead, you grant yourself one last moment of selfishness and pull him into a hug, a gesture that toes the already shaky borders of professionalism yet can still be excused under the guise of friendship
you realise that he has always meant much more to you, but that is what this will stay as - a mere realisation
seonghwa wraps his arms around your form as he relaxes into the way your bodies naturally meld together
itโs strange how easily you slot into his life, his thoughts, his heart
he wonders whether itโs possible for feelings of appreciation to run so deeply and potently within somebody, like a drug that he cannot get enough of
and when you take a step away from him, leaving his chest feeling physically and emotionally empty, he wonders if he is perhapsโฆ
in love with you
following that incident, it is almost as if a switch flips - both of you take several steps away from the line that has been danced around
but neither of you notice the distance because you are both consumed by your own thoughts
until one of your usual morning walks around the castle walls of his palace
seonghwa is wondering whether the bushes you walk past remind you of the flowers he used to gift you and you are debating whether to reach out to brush a petal out of his half ponytailย
then, like deja vu, your eyes flicker towards the burst of movement as a figure covered in black comes darting forwards with their blade raised intended for murder
you immediately start to unsheathe your sword, feet poised and prepared to defend-
until you are harshly tugged back and the prince steps in front of you to parry the strike that the assassin tries to land
it takes your lifetime of training and experience to snap back into focus and thrust your sword into the enemyโs exposed side
when you are sure he is dead, you whirl around to descend upon seonghwa with a voice trembling from both anger and relief
โwhat in the world were you thinking?โ you yell
โi-โ
taking a step forward, you toss your sword to one side, โno, actually. you werenโt thinking at allโ
โi was afraid that you would get hurt!โ he takes his own step closer
โthat is my duty!โ the volume of your voice raises even more. โi am willing to lay down my life to ensure your safety! i have been guarding you for years now and you have never acted this way. what has changed?โ
for a moment, the only sound that punctuates the silence is your harsh breathing
seonghwa swallows
โmy feelingsโฆโ he whispers, a stark contrast to the peak of emotions you have been riding. โmy feelings for you have changedโ
your throat tightens at his words
it is your turn to whisper, a noise of confusion leaving your lips
he takes another step closer, bringing himself to stand right in front of you as he looks down earnestly into your eyes
โiโd rather be the protector, and you be the protectedโ
โbutโฆwhy?โ your heart races with anticipation
โbecause iโm in love with youโย
right at the invisible border that has been separating you two for as long as you have been his guard, seonghwa now stands, hands wringing together as he awaits a response
โthen that makes the two of us,โ you confess
you step forward to take your familiar spot on the other side of the line, except this time you do not stop
you stride over the boundary completely to stand by his side
raising yourself onto your tiptoes, you pull him down slightly by the front of his doublet so that you can press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips
it stretches wider and curves upwards under the nurturing of your own smile
you canโt help but give him another kiss on the other side of his mouth to match the one you just gave him
โfrom now on,โ seonghwa starts, โiโll be your swordโ
you wouldnโt really, and you will fight him to let you continue being his guard, but that doesnโt stop one last teasing question from escaping you
โdoes this mean i get to retire?โ
yunho
pov: you're part of a rebel group
the crown prince is not in his fucking library
for the past three weeks, the crown prince has always been in the royal library at night
until today
under normal circumstances, his royal guards and staff would be alerted to ensure that the deviance in routine is a conscious decision and not an issue of the crown prince missing
except doing that would make your job significantly harderโฆ
considering you have been ordered to assassinate him.
youโre part of the โred sunโ, a revolutionary movement aiming to overthrow the current monarch
following the debilitating state of the king after falling ill and the subsequent coronation of queen jeong into power, she has since then established numerous royal decrees to keep everyone under her reign on a tight leash
a leash made of barbed wire
people are quick to become resentful and thirsty for an end to the dictatorship and bloodline
although he has made limited public appearances, the crown prince has also developed a reputation rivaling the queenโs
within the second year of the jeong dynasty, red sun has already amassed a multitude of supporters
the focus is currently on growing in numbers, preparing for an imminent revolution and picking off corrupt royals and noblists, be it through incrimination or assassination
dealing with those in positions of higher power is a task only completed by an elite selection of red sun rebels who have distinguished skills and traits that set them apart from peasants and commoners
and you are amongst the elite team
which is why you find yourself staking out on the tiled roof of the imperial palace, clothed in black with a mask and hooded cowl covering your face that blends you in with the darkness of night, on the orders of a higher-up to assassinate the crown prince
except the target is missing; the information you were given is wrong
which never happens
you canโt risk staying around for much longer, especially now that the crown prince has broken his routine
he could be anywhere and so could his royal guards
you shift your body to a crouch and place your hands on the cool tiles beneath you, ready to leave
only to spot a figure, crouched just like you are, on the opposite side of the roof
their face is a black hole of nothing within the shrouded confines of their hood, but you can feel their gaze piercing into you all the same
you run
you scramble to the edge of the roof and nimbly leap off the curved eaves to the neighbouring structure of the study room
when you glance backwards, you see the man - physique now obvious - is keeping up easily along the stepping stones of roofs
this game of cat and mouse isnโt going to work for long
if you donโt get caught by him first, youโre both going to get caught by the palace guards
so you make a split decision and alter your next trajectory lower
keeping your arms outstretched for the eaves, you grab on tightly when your fingers touch the edge of the roof and use your core to kick your legs up to stop your body from slamming into the wall from the momentum of your jump
you let go and drop to the ground like a feline, noiseless, and slink towards a line of trees
then you wait
heโs good, you note to yourself, when the only sound that alerts you to his presence is the quick scuffle of his feet as he softens his impact against the wall and the muted thud of his body landing on the ground
โstate your purpose,โ he demands, voice low yet firm
you ignore him to ask, โwho are you?โ
now up close, you can see that the man is wearing attire almost the same as you are, identity also hidden by the his bandana and hood-
wait
even the dark red stitching that subtly replaces the original seam on the right shoulder of his outer clothing is the same
the same as those on the elite team
โone of you,โ he confirms your suspicions
except you donโt recognise his voice nor his build
being one of the earliest members of the rebel organisation, you are familiar with all the members who carry out missions like yours
he is not one of them; not one you can trust yet
when you donโt speak, he adds on, โwe need to go. the safehouse might be in dangerโ
we
he refers to the two of you so easily, as if you and him are an unspoken team
you cannot trust this man until you know for sure he is part of red sun, so you ask him
โwhen is red most beautiful?โ
it is a vague question with a fixed answer
one that reflects the heart of the revolutionary itself
during the sunrise of a new beginningย
โduring the sunrise of a new beginning,โ the man says resolutely
the tension releases from your shouldersย
โokay,โ you opt to abandon your original mission. โletโs check on the safehouseโ
the man offers you a hand to hike yourself up onto one of the outer walls of the palace before he jumps up himself with ease
you both flip over the top and land in unison
the moon illuminates the ground beneath your feet as you both sprint into the surrounding forest
the safehouse is really just a small hut situated far enough from the palace to stay inconspicuous, yet not close enough to the outer borders of the kingdom to risk discovery by the frequent border patrols
you both slow down as you approach the clearing, steadying your breaths and treading with cautious steps
and then you hear it
the shattering clang of a desperate parry
all it takes is a quick glance at the man by your side before your eyes harden with purpose and your steps are dashing in unison towards the hut
youโre both hit with the smell of a metallic tang in the air, and itโs not from your drawn swords
bursting through the door, you quickly take in the scene before you
several red sun members are scattered around the hut and slumped in varying degrees of injury
itโs easy to spot the intruder; theyโre yanking their sword out of a bodyโs torso as they simultaneously turn to look at you
and itโs hard to miss the royal insignia of the jeong monarch on their chest plate
you have the element of surprise
but only for the next few seconds
you leap forward with the thud of footsteps of your partner following almost immediately, side-stepping once you close the distance to dodge a haphazard swing
thereโs a brief break in defense when the enemy tries to aim for another strike that leaves the gap in the side of their armour exposed
you feel the slight resistance of your sword entering flesh as you thrust it forward into them
except when you try to tug it back out, a hand grasps your own and the hilt of your sword, stopping you from stepping away
the enemy has realised they are not going to make it out of this alive
but if they are to die, then they are going to take one last person with them
you.
you see glint of metal as they use their other hand to swing their sword down onto you, only for it to be deflected at the last second by another sword
the man you have met for barely an hour is now at your side with his towering protectiveness
in one smooth kick, his long leg sends the other careening into the wall of the hut with a mighty slam
you feel yourself jerking forward from the enemyโs grasp still on your hand
but the man next to you quickly tucks you into his side before you are also sent sprawling
โcheck on the others,โ he briefly says, and then he is striding towards the fallen intruder
you only spare him another quick glance and then you rush to the nearest figure on the ground
you go around checking for pulses, and for those who are still breathing, the extent of their injuries
there are several casualties but nowhere near as many if you and the man had not come to check on the safehouse
which suddenly makes you pause in your tracks
how did he know about the attack in the first place?
you stretch your legs from their squatted position next to one of the red sun members and turn around to confront him
exceptโฆthe man has disappeared
and so has the intruderโs body
days later, the question of whether you will chance upon the man again tonight flits through your mind when you find yourself perched in the very same spot on the tiled roof of the palace that gives you a clear view of the royal library
you have received another order to assassinate the crown prince as soon as you see the opportunity arise
this time, the note is accompanied by a cyanide capsule, a non-verbal message that this mission is to occur with your life on the line
you spot him
heโs preoccupied by the scroll in his hand as he makes his way through the shelves of parchments
you wait until heโs walked far enough into the library before you drop down from the roof, keeping your stance low to ensure you stay hidden as you silently move closer
you take out the jagged dagger from its sheath by your waist as you anticipate it will be too difficult to wield your long sword in the narrow aisles
and there the crown prince stands
he has his back to you, exposing him to your mercy
mercy that you have no intention of showing him
the cruel heir to the throne of an even crueler dictatorship deserves none
โitโs you again, isnโt it?โ
you freeze
the crown prince still has not turned around to address you, but you can feel the dark gaze of his eyes on you as if he were looking at you
โyou were here a few days agoโ
fuck
how he knows you have no idea
what you do know though is that you have about two seconds to make a move before you lose this chance to assassinate him completely, and quite possibly, lose your life as well
the pill you have hidden in the breast of your tunic feels heavy
โyou are part of red sun, are you not?โ
this time the crown prince does turn around to face you, but it isnโt the nonchalance with which he reveals your identity that makes your head reel
it is the warmth and softness in his gaze and the hint of a smile on his face that does
what the actual fuck
youโre convinced that the crown prince is not only heinous, but also batshit crazy
โi am,โ you spit out at him, โwith orders to assassinate you, in factโ
his mouth thins into a tight line, โthe orders you have received are falseโ
โsounds exactly like something a crown prince would say to avoid being assassinated,โ you scoff
but then his next words change everything
โred is most beautiful during the sunrise of a new beginningโ
before you have time to fathom the bomb that has just been dropped, your heads swivel simultaneously towards the entrance of the royal library when a voice calls out for the crown prince
โhide,โ he hisses urgently
and then heโs stepping further away to conceal your presence as best as possible
you hear the shuffle of footsteps approaching before they stop, dangerously close to where youโre crouched behind a bookshelf
โapologies for interrupting your time, crown prince,โ they say
from where you are you can see the crown princeโs expression clear as he lets out a small huff, โi have told you many times to just call me yunhoโ
โof course, crown prince yunhoโ
even though you canโt see the other personโs expression, you can hear the amusement in their voice
they continue, โi have the information you have requested forโ
โthank you,โ you see him - yunho - receive a small scroll. โthe queen does not know?โ
โno, i made sure to be as discreet as possibleโ
yunho thanks the other once again and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets when he bows his head in appreciation as he dismisses them
is this the same crown prince as the rumours?
and what is he doing behind his motherโs back?
you donโt realise youโve been staring dumbly at him until heโs back in front of you with amusement on his face
he stands tall and proud, robes accentuating his stature and nobility
โwho exactly are you,โ you dare to ask
your voice is small - you feel small, crouched at his feet like a stark physical representation of the power he holds over you
but then he takes yet another step closer and kneels down so that your eyes meet at the same level
โi am the leader of red sun. the creator of the whole revolutionโ
your ankles actually do give out at that and you have to seat yourself on the floor
because how is any of this possible?
you must have voiced your thoughts out loud, because before you know it, yunho is crossing his legs and making himself comfortable on the floor right in front of you
it makes you feel so strange
the crown princeโs willingness to make himself an equal before you - and even to his staff from earlier
yunho starts to explain
a change in monarch, particularly one of such dictatorship, requires massive momentum and synergy; something he cannot produce alone nor without the support of the people
thus, red sun came into existence for the exact same reason you and all the other supporters have joined
in hopes of a sunrise one day that marks a new beginning
a new leadership
except recently he has had growing suspicious of the presence of a traitor within the organisation, which were confirmed the night the safehouse was attacked
โthat nightโฆthat man was you,โ you realise, โand thatโs how you know who i amโ
he nods, โand thatโs also how i know your orders are false.โ yunho nudges you playfully with his knee, โpretty sure i never ordered for my own assassinationโ
yunho continues to explain that he had taken the intruder back for interrogation, but then you frown when he reveals the enemy had swallowed a suicide pill before any information could be gained
he has an inkling that someone in a high position of power is involved, since the pills are almost impossible to gain access to, but it cannot be ruled out as a coincidence
โhang on,โ you pull down the top of your tunic in a hurry
yunho scrambles to cover his eyes and turns his head as he jokingly sputters out, โwoah okay, this is moving a little fast donโt you think?โ
you tug impatiently on the sleeve of his robe, telling him to look
yunho hesitates for another second before lowering his hands and realising you have-
โa suicide pill?โย
you look at each other, because this can only mean one thing
the pills are not a coincidence; the enemy is much closer than yunho would like
youโre both unsure how much time there is until the traitor decides to order someone else to assassinate yunho, or worse, decides to finish the job off themselves
but from that very night of discovery, you and yunho work together incessantly against a ticking time bomb
itโs a delicate balance between finding as many leads as you can and spreading out your investigations to stay under the radar
yunho tries to look further into the cyanide pills while you try to uncover any information regarding the order you had been given
whoever is behind it all has kept their tracks hidden well
there isnโt much to report from either of your ends whenever you sneak into the palace to meet up with yunho
but he makes it very hard for you to feel discouraged when he makes your meetings seem like casual catch ups between - you dare say - friends
you have yet to catch him by surprise whenever you drop down from the roof in front of him in an attempt to scare him; he has an uncanny ability to sense your presence
except, you think you prefer being unsuccessful, because your indignant grumbles never fail to bring out his toothy grin and an excited body jiggle
other times he is the one trying to fluster you
โremember that time you literally tried undressing yourself in front of me-โ
โi was taking the pill out to show you!โย
you bring your thumb and index finger closer together in front of your face and squint at the gap
โi am this close to changing my mind and assassinating you after allโ
he gets a kick out of it, pretending to beg for your mercy, โoh please spare me, your majestyโ
other times, yunho teases you for always keeping your cowl and mask on
โbet itโs because youโre ugly or something,โ he jokes
and you bite back that he had his face covered too when you both met, so youโre one to talk, ugly
โbut since then iโve always shown you my face as the crown prince. you can see me nice and clear,โ he suddenly leans forward, so close you can see the dip of his cupidโs brow. โwhat do you think about me now?โ
you swallow hard
youโre glad you have your mask on because you can feel your face rapidly heating up
โi thinkโฆโ you gently cup his jaw, โyou look better with your mask on,โ as you nudge his face to the side
you cannot help but join in with your own chuckles at his laughter and boyish glee
and eventually, you two have a breakthrough
yunho manages to trace the cyanide back to a traveling merchant operating under the guise of selling rare herbs and medicine
in the transaction ledger, there is an unusually large purchase under the name of โlee minjunโ
โiโm sure iโve seen the name before somewhere, but i canโt remember where,โ yunho huffs
you let out your own huff at his elbow that has very naturally taken a rest on your shoulder
pulling out a stack of paper, you spread it out onto the table before you two
they are past records of certain red sun missions that, upon looking back, seem suspicious
โi noticed a mark on a couple of them, a drawing or character perhaps? except none of them are fully intact. itโs almost like the paper was accidentally markedโ
you point them out to yunho in hopes that he will have a better idea
he doesnโt - not at first
not until he chances upon two that vaguely align with each other to form a clearer image
โthis-โ yunho runs his hand through his hair, โthis is butler leeโs stamp. my fatherโs butler.โ
the kingโs butler?
lee?
your eyes snap to yunhoโs, just as his meet yours
โlee minjunโ
you sink back in your seat
thereโs now definite proof that the kingโs butler is at the very least involved
the question of why and what for remains
in fact, you and yunho would not put it past the queen either to be involved too
there is a long moment of shared silence as you both mull over what this means for the future
yunho breaks the silence first
โafter this all endsโฆdo you want to work for me, officially?โ he clears his throat, โwill you stay by my side?โ
after this all ends
you two must still uncover butler leeโs motives; likely part of a much grander scheme involving queen jeong too
you two must still bring down the whole monarch; with the support of red sun, yunho needs to sit on his rightful throne
the sun has yet to rise but you can see the faint hues of orange and twilight blue in the horizon
the new beginning is close
and at that, something in you relaxes
crumbles and disintegrates with utter relief
โit would be my honour to stay by your side forever, yunhoโ
and then you are removing your hood and mask, daring to breathe and feel alive and hopeful for once
ironically, yunho chokes on air
you glance at him to find that he is unable to meet your eyes
you think your eyes are deceiving you because-
the tips of his ears are a glowing red
you could definitely get used to seeing the usually calm and collected crown prince become a shy, blushing mess
the corner of your mouth rises with smugness, โlike what you see?โ
โyou should really keep your hood and mask on,โ he mumbles
โand why is that?โ you humour him
he finally looks at you
and when he sees the shit-eating grin plastered across your face, his shoulders suddenly fill out again with confidence and cockiness to match yours
โbecause,โ his voice deep and flirtatious, โwith a pretty face like that, youโre going to distract me from my dutiesโ
yeosang
pov: you're in an arranged marriage with him
ever since you could understand the words coming out of your parentsโ mouths, you have known that you will be married to yeosang
it just made sense
for the respective princess and prince of two powerful kingdoms to join together, leading to increased power and stronger allies
it is tradition for the pair to meet their chosen spouse for the first time only when both parties have turned sixteen, and even then, subsequent meetings are rare until the time of the actual wedding
so you spend the first sixteen years of your life infatuated with the idea of your prince charming - of prince yeosang - wondering what he looks like, what his personality is like, and how you two will fall in love
and when you finally reach that long-awaited first meeting, prince charming is everything and more than what you have envisioned
if angels with broken wings were exiled to earth, they would look like yeosang
he is soft-spoken and slightly reserved, as any awkward teenager meeting their future spouse would be, but you donโt miss the way that his eyes overflow with adoration and his shoulders shake with exuberant giggles whenever his little sister, yeoreum, comes tottering into the room
he always bends down onto one knee to match her eye level, uncaring of the stains that mark his pants even as his mother narrows her eyes in disdain, and he listens with utmost sincerity when yeoreum tells him about the secret pink and glittery fairy she spotted in the courtyardย
they remind you of the relationship you share with your own little brother, juwon, who is barely half your age and height, yet has you wrapped around his little finger
you lean down closer with a hum at the soft tug on your dress to hear your little brother whisper conspiratorially into your ear, โhe looks stupidโ
if looks could kill, yeosang would be dead right now
you stifle a laugh as you flick juwonโs chin affectionately at his sudden display of childish jealousy
if anything, youโre pretty sure you are the one who looks stupid
stupidly in love
because walking away from that first meeting with yeosang and his family, you know that you are absolutely smitten for the prince
unable to quell the restlessness of having to wait until the next unforeseeable meeting, you pick up a quill that very same day you return to your palace and start writing
it takes you all night, the gentle gleams and winks of the stars keeping you company until they rotate shifts with the songs of the waking world
but by the time you have crossed out and scrunched your way through rolls and rolls of parchment paper, you are satisfied with the letter you have written
the letter addressed to prince yeosang, which you task eunju, one of your maids, with passing it to the royal couriers for delivery to the kang palace
it is a simple letter, thanking him for the enjoyable day, yet it holds the deeper message that you are interested in him and would like to become better acquainted before your marriage
you wonder whether his cheeks will flush a pretty red as his butler hands him your letter
whether he will trace his fingers delicately over the curve of your words
whether he will bite back a smile as he pictures you saying the words to him
two weeks pass, and you approximate the letter to have just been delivered to his kingdom
and although you desperately wish for him to immediately sit down with a quill in hand to pen out his reply, you wait and give him a week before you eagerly start counting down the days until the arrival of his letter
your whole life you have been able to wait patiently
you wonder what has changed now that mere weeks feel like an eternity
the day yeosangโs letter is due to arrive, you are sporadic bursts of giggles, twirls and skips throughout the palace
even juwon is starting to become sick of getting swept up into a crushing hug to the cheery tune of i loveee youuuu every single time you pass him
nothing can bring you down from cloud nine
onlyโฆthe letter never comes
not the day after, not the week after, not the month after
youโre disappointed, of course, but you busy yourself with reasons why yeosang has not replied, and you donโt give up
you send him another letter, and then another, and another
sometimes you just tell him about your day - what made you smile, what made you sad, something interesting you saw, something your little brother said
other times you tell him about yourself - your hobbies, likes and dislikes, aspirations, fearsย
and you also wonder about him
you ask what he likes, what he smiles at, what makes him sad, what his dreams are
with each letter that you hand over to eunju to be delivered, it becomes harder and harder to stay optimistic - not even the words of encouragement from your favourite maid lifts your spirits
you continue like this for over a year, still yet to receive a replyย
until-
you do.
it feels like you are brought back to that very night of your first meeting, feeling so very alive as hope and excitement cascade into your body the moment eunju hands you a letter with a smile
with shaking hands, you fumble to unpeel the wax seal and free the envelopeโs contents - a single piece of paper, neatly folded
your mind races with anticipated words and explanations
perhaps he had been too shy to reciprocate your letters earlier
or perhaps your letters had been lost in transit
you unfold the parchment as the hairs on your skin raise in anticipation, only to find it blank save for one scrawled sentence in the middle of the paper-
stop sending me letters.
and just like that, the clock strikes twelve
your carriage reverts into a pumpkin
and your carefully curated story of prince charming disintegrates into ashes
you donโt write to him again.
years later, the stacks of parchment scrolls on the wooden desk of the guest room you are currently residing in feel like a fresh slap in the face each time your eyes land on them
they are a stark reminder of your very own letters, the cold rejection you received, and the irony of the only letter you ever received again following his being one from the kang monarchs, announcing the proceeding of the royal wedding between you and their son
now, only a few days newly-wed to yeosang, the king and queen are gracious enough to let you sleep in one of the guest rooms temporarily, under your claims of adjusting to a life in a new kingdom and as a wife
really, you are trying to avoid yeosang for as long as you can
you spend your time instead getting to know his little sister better, which is why you find yourself sitting side by side with yeoreum, legs dangling off the edge of your bed
she eyes the vase of flowers on your bedside table curiously, โdid you buy that?โ
โno,โ you reach out to touch the babyโs breath, โsomeone delivered it to my roomโ
you had offhandedly mentioned to some of your staff the other day that flowers would make your room look more homey, and you had woken up the morning after to find the beautiful vase teeming with flowers next to you
โwhy?โ you ask yeoreum when she hums thoughtfully
โit looks just like the vase in my brotherโs room, but heโs weird about it. yeo never lets anyone touch it, much less have itโ
you blanch a little, โin that case iโll give it back to him later thenโ
โyou donโt like it? orโฆyou donโt like my brother? my brother talks about you a lot, you know,โ she reveals
caught off-guard by her perceptiveness, you reveal that you have been hurt before
you donโt specify by what exactly or who it is that youโre talking about, but she seems to understand regardless
later that night, sweet yeoreum barges into yeosangโs room and with as much feistiness as she can muster, she glares at her brother and interrogates, โwhat did you do to make her upset?โ
before he can so much as blink, yeoreum concludes, โyou boys are dumb. go talk to her and fix it or something,โ and then walks out with a huff
thereโs no one there to witness it, but yeosang nods anyway
heart feeling a little heavy after your conversation with yeoreum, you head towards the kitchen to seek solace in the sweet pastry you are usually served each morning
the first time you tasted the danish pastry, decorated with strawberries and cream cheese, was when you had traveled to yeosangโs palace at the age of sixteen for your first meeting
you remember the blissful expression that had bloomed across your face with your initial bite, and no dessert ever captivated your tastebuds quite the same way ever again
if there is one good thing out of this arranged marriage with yeosang, then it would be the reunion between yourself and the strawberry danish
โyour highness,โ the head chef bows, followed by the rest of the staff in the kitchen, โhow may we help you?โ
when you ask for one of the pastries, the head chef apologises that there are none
โbut we can make you one now, if you do not mind waitingโ
you tell him not to go to the trouble and ease his worries, โi just thought there may have been leftover pastriesโ
โwe make only one fresh every morning, specifically for you,โ the chef explains, and confusion must settle across your features because he adds on, โhis highness has expressed that you may like themโ
oh?
flustered, you can only muster a short response of, โi do, thank you,โ before you smile once more and excuse yourself
because of all people to notice and remember such a small detail, and then to go out of their way to put in the request with the kitchen on the off chance that it was still true, it was yeosang?ย
first the vase, and now this
you feel something deeply buried inside of you start to stir but you rush to nip it in the bud
your head and your heart are beginning to wage war against each other and suddenly everything feels like itโs too much
when you reach your bedroom, you throw open the double doors to step out onto the balcony, welcoming the chilling breeze of the darkening sky
youโre tired of fearing rejection if you open up
youโre tired of questioning yeosangโs intentions
and on top of it all, you suddenly miss home and you miss your parents and you miss juwon and-
โare you okay?โ
yeosangโs soft question startles you, having missed his knocking at your door
he walks closer to join you out on the balcony when he sees that the answer is obviously a no, and he prompts you again, โwhatโs wrong?โ
thoughts of vases and strawberry pastries flit across your mind
you start with half truths
โjust missing my little brotherโ
โyou love him a lot, donโt you,โ yeosang smiles sweetly, โi can see it in the way you take care of yeoreumโ
you canโt help the heat that slowly creeps up the back of your neck and to your ears, because it implies that heโs noticed all the times youโve showered his little sister with the same love you give to juwon
it implies heโs noticed you
โwhatโs your fondest memory of juwon?โ he asks when you nod
something within you thaws slightly at the fact that yeosang remembers your little brotherโs name
you step closer to the edge of the balcony so that you can overlook the garden outside your room a little clearer, resting your hand on the railing as yeosang waits patiently
โwe used to have this game we played. we had a lot of gardenia flowers growing around our courtyard and juwon loved cutting some to make me a mini bouquet,โ you pause to shake your head with a chuckle, โit drove our mother nutsโ
โdoesnโt sound like it stopped him from continuing though, did it?โ yeosang questions with mirth
โno, it didnโt,โ your heart aches with fondness. โhe would use a certain number of gardenias and make me guess what phrase containing the same number of letters he had in mindโย
it never failed to tug your mouth into a smile whenever juwon giggled at your attempts to guess the flower phrase, even when most times he would bound away whilst singing answers like y-o-u s-t-i-n-k or d-u-m-b d-u-m-b
yeosang supports himself on the railing with one hand as he nearly folds in on himself in laughter, and before you know it, you too are gasping for air and wiping away tears from your eyes
when you both calm down relatively enough, only intermittent chuckles leaving your lips, yeosang clears his throat and scratches his neck awkwardly
โi know it might not be much, but maybe we can go out into town tomorrow and it might take your mind off things? and we can bring yeoreum along if that makes you feel more comfortable, because youโve probably spent more time alone with her than you have with me?โ
you donโt admit it, but youโre already feeling a little better, so you decide to tease, โare you asking me out on a date right now, kang yeosang?โ
โoh, well, weโd be doing things a little backwards since weโre already like, marriedโฆbut, yes? maybe? is that okay?โ
itโs yeosangโs turn to flush a deep red as his usually composed demeanor is reduced to stutters, but you donโt notice under the faint glow cast by the moon now reigning the sky
โyeah, thatโs okayโ
you and yeosang smile fondly as your little trio stroll through a nearby town the following morning, his younger sister skipping ahead to peer at the colourful trinkets being sold at the market stalls, and your own small squad of royal soldiers following behind at a respectful distance
itโs kind of endearing how yeosang points out item after item, asking whether you like it or whether you find it pretty, in a not-so-subtle attempt to learn about your preferences
you have to stop him from buying you something from every second stall you both pass, but youโre unable to convince him from purchasing a small wooden toy as a gift for juwon, insisting that you give it to your little brother the next time you see him
the more you actually interact and talk with yeosang, the harder you find it to associate him with the memory of the yeosang in your rejected letters
because the equation of the letters, the vase and the pastries just does not add up
as you two sit under the awning of a small shop, watching yeoreum play with the shopkeeperโs dog, you find yourself unable to hold back anymore
โwhy didnโt you reply to my letters?โ you break the silence, trying to hide the hurt laced in your voice
yeosang looks at you with wide eyes as his mouth stutters open
and in the smallest voice you have ever heard him speak with, he says
โyou wrote me letters?โ
your eyebrows knit together as your eyes dart back and forth between his, searching for any hint of deception
โtoo many to count,โ you confess, โuntil you sent a letter telling me to stopโฆโ
โimpossible. i never got your lettersโย
your head recoils back as you try to make sense of his words, โbut-โ
โwait,โ he interrupts
yeosang reaches into his robes, pulling out a small, wooden block, extending it out closer to you as he asks, โdo you recognise this?โ
upon closer inspection, you realise itโs a square seal stamp
it has the character โๅงโ carved into it and youโve seen it enough times to know it represents the kang family name - but the inscription that stylises the border is unfamiliar
โnot the seal, noโ
he swallows apprehensively, โi stamp all my letters with this to certify authenticityโ
you let his words sink in as they throw you into a sandstorm of bewilderment
โbut then-โ
but then who wrote the letter?
and where did all your letters go?
the only people who would have known about them would be the royal couriers andโฆeunju
a memory flashes through your mind - the moment she handed you a letter with a smile
no, not a smile, you realise
a smirk
you are simultaneously overwhelmed with betrayal, guilt and apologeticness
yeosang doesnโt push you for a response, and you come to recognise that you are also grateful
โiโm sorry for doubting you,โ you tell him
itโs nowhere close to the amount of things you want to confess, but it is a start, one that yeosang picks up on and understands immediately
โno, iโm sorry you felt the need to doubt me,โ he offers. โthat i didnโt make you feel loved enoughโ
โbut i did, actually. the vase and the pastries, then our conversation last nightโฆand even todayโ
he blushes a deep red as you list the things off with your fingers
โyou werenโt meant to find out about the first two,โ yeosang admits as he ducks his head shyly
then he suddenly perks up with a sudden thought
he ruffles inside his satchel that had been abandoned to one side, mumbling, โmy sister said i did something to upset youโฆso i um, got you theseโย
he turns around to reveal a bouquet of flowers, looking a little rough for wear after being hidden in his bag all morning, but his clumsy consideration only serves to makes your heart skip dangerously
โforgive me?โ he asks cheekily, and you both giggle at the absurdity of his question because it should very well be the other way around
โif you insist,โ you take the bouquet into your hands
and finally, you allow the chains around your heart to fall away, โi canโt say no to my husband, can i?โ
yeosang lets out a little squeak as you look at the bouquet more clearly, counting the number of flowers
you turn to ask if he remembers the game you told him about, but the way yeosang suddenly finds the patch of dirt near his foot absolutely fascinating tells you everything that you need to know
eight flowers
eight letters
i l-o-v-e y-o-u
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The thing is, D&D is not a game.
I know that sounds insane, but hear me out: D&D is not a game, it is a games console. You don't actually "play D&D." You play "Dragon Heist" or "Tomb of Annihilation" or "Ghosts of Saltmarsh" or "your GM's homebrew campaign" or "the plot of Critical Role Season 1 reconstructed from memory" on D&D.
For quite a long while now - possibly literal decades - D&D hasn't even been the best games console, but it's been "the one everyone knows about" and "the one my friends have" and in fact it's "the one whose name is almost synonymous with the entire medium of TTRPGs," like how "Nintendo" or "Playstation" could just mean "games console" to people who didn't understand games consoles. They might not have heard of a "tabletop roleplaying game," but most people have heard of "Dungeons & Dragons."
For this extended metaphor, D&D is Nintendo back in the 90s, or Playstation in the 2000s. Sometimes you say "oh let's go to my house and play Nintendo" or "c'mon dude I wanna play Playstation" but you're not actually playing Nintendo or Playstation, you're playing Resident Evil or Super Mario Bros or Jurassic Park or Metal Gear Solid or whatever on a Nintendo or a Playstation.
Now, this metaphor is going to get even more tortured, but remember how when the PS2 and the original X-Box came out, they used a standardised DVD format, but the Nintendo console in that generation, the Gamecube, used discs but they were this proprietary tiny little disc format that they had control over? That essentially meant that it was really difficult to make third party titles for the Gamecube that did literally anything that Nintendo didn't want them to do, and also essentially gave Nintendo an even greater ability to skim money off the top of any sales?
So that must've seemed like a smart business decision in their heads. But the PS2 and the X-Box used DVDs. This was a standardized format which gave Microsoft and Sony way less control over who made games for their consoles, but that actually turned out to be a good thing for gaming, because it meant that the breadth of games that you could play on their consoles was massively increased even if some of them were games Microsoft and Sony didn't really approve of. (Also it's worth nothing that the PS2 and the X-Box could just play DVDs, which meant if your household was on a budget, you didn't need a separate DVD player - your games console could do it for you! This was actually a huge selling point!)
What Wizards are currently trying to do now is kinda-sorta the equivalent of Sony suddenly announcing that the PS5 will only accept a proprietary cartridge format they hold the patent on, will control the content of and charge money for the construction of. This possibly seems like it could be a moneymaker in your head because you hold market dominance (apparently the PS5 has 30 million units shipped compared to X-Box Series X 20 million units) and so many people make games for your console, but what it actually means is game devs and publishers will abandon your product. If it takes so much more work, the scope of what they're allowed to do is so much more limited and they're going to make less money off of it, they just won't bother. They'll go make games for the X-Box or PC instead.
To use another computer metaphor, D&D is Windows - it might not be the best system but it's the system most people are familiar with and so it gets the most stuff made for it, but there's is an upper limit on the bullshit people will take before they decide fuck it and get an Apple or learn how Linux works.
TTRPG systems are a weird product because you're not selling people a game, you're selling people a method to play a game. All the actual games are created by the community - even prewritten campaigns needs to be executed via a game master. Trying to skim money off the community will mean they'll eventually give up on you.
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C/W: Manipulative, possessive
There you are, you stupid, disobedient bitch. How did I find you? I have a fucking tracker in your necklace, you brainless pair of tits. The real question is what the fuck are you doing here? How dare you go behind my back, coming to this place of filth and hedonism, this night club of all places? You even left your phone behind to throw me off?
I donโt give two shits that youโre hanging out with your girlfriends. Canโt you see there are guys here? Are you trying to finally cheat on me? Is that it? Is that why youโre wearing this disgustingly low skirt? Come here. Shut the FUCK UP and COME. HERE.
No, Iโm not fingering your cunt, you dumb cunt. Iโm checking to see if youโre wet. You are. I canโt believe it. Did looking at those other guys really get you that wet? Fuck, I should leave you right here, drive back, and throw your shit to the curb. No, stop fucking pleading. Look at these fucking fishnets and tight, slutty tank top. I told you that youโre only allowed to wear this inside the house. Now you just look like some common whore.
Get on my fucking cock. Now. Iโm going to go through your phone in front of you, and if I see a single fucking guy on it, Iโll dump you right here. If not, Iโll pump my cum in you and drive home. Now letโs see.
Girl, girl, girl. Who the fuck is Sam? Your co-worker? Thatโs not what I fucking meant. A girl? Good.
Girl. Girl. Me. Girl.
Nothing suspicious here, I suppose. But Iโm still disappointed in you. God, if this cunt werenโt nearly as tight, Iโd have ditched you immediately. If you didnโt have this insane rack, Iโd have left years ago.
God, shit, ughhh, wow. Are you fucking milking my cock harder to apologise? Keep at it. I might even forgive you if you make me cum hard enough. Thatโs a good fucking whore. Keep going. I canโt believe youโd fucking ditch me to come here. Am I not enough? Is that it? ANSWER ME. Do you just hate me? Be honest.ย
You donโt? Then why the fuck are youโ FUCK, ughh-- why the fuck are you trying to be such a disappointment then? Running away like this? Do I not give you enough freedom when I let you choose your aprons? When I let you choose whatโs for dinner? Thatโs right, cunt. I own you. I. OWN. YOU. Donโt you dare think of running away ever again or Iโll be extremely angry.
Aaah, god, now hold still. Iโm going to fucking cum in you. Iโm going to pour so much fucking spunk in you that youโll never even think of another man again, you cheating whore. FUCK, IโM POPPING!
God, get your pathetic ass back to the car. Weโre leaving this place. Which slut convinced you to leave me? I want her deleted and blocked. Donโt ever talk to her again. Is that clear?
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The Royal Way
(Leclerc!reader x prince of monaco!OC)
After his older sister marries into the Monaco Royal family, Charles knew he would be treated differently, to his surprise (and his sister's disappointment) his F1 team, ferarri, treated him the same way.... and that did not sit well with the new princess of Monaco
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in which YN Leclerc uses her new familial connections to fuck up ferarri just like how they fucked up her baby brother's hopes and dreams.
N.B: I AM BACK WITH A DIFFERENT TYPE OF REVENGE SMAU! ALSO, FORGIVE ME IF THE FORMAT IS DIFFERENT I MIGHT HAVE FORGOTTEN SOME STUFF, I AM WORKING ON PT 2 RN SO HOPEFULLY YOU WON'T HAVE TO WAIT LONG! WARNINGS: not proofread, fuck ferarri (they are the bad guys here), also ferrari is written wrong, I will correct myself in pt2! Hope you like it! Let me know what you think!!
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We didn't want to let you go, none of us wanted to walk you down the aisle because that meant that you will not always be here, you will have your own family now, your own little ones to look after and not three younger brothers who just annoy you because they can. You always looked out for us, took care of us, walked us to school, took us to our races and cheered us on. You were always there, never leaving us alone; a presence we love and crave because your arms feel like home. Whenever mum would work too much you would help us with our homework, make us dinner and tuck us in. It was the happiest and the saddest day for us, to see you walking away from us in the arms of another man who will cherise you and love you to the end of time. We love you so so much, please don't stay away too long and visit us because we will always be your little ones.
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At this point, attempting to deny that you have feelings for Taehyung is laughable. Even his subscribers can sense the chemistry between the two of you.
โ Pairing: Dom!Taehyung x Sub!Reader
โ Rating: Explicit/18+
โ Genre: Frenemies to lovers, sex work, fluff (?), smut
โ Word Count: 4,846
โ Warnings: Sex work (cam), MC uses they/them pronouns, Tae refers to MC as bunny and bun - aka rope bunny which is the term for the person being tied up in a shibari scene, bdsm, bondage, impact play, spanking, use of degrading language - that isn't actually meant to be mean, voyeurism, exhibition kink, Tae makes MC call him daddy so they won't dox him lmfao but it's not a kink - he's doing it as a joke to tease MC, blow job, vaginal fingering, sex toys, crying during sex, subspace/dropping, unprotected vaginal sex, forced orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, implied aftercare
โ Notes: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, BESTIES ๐ซฆ I hope you enjoy the final installment of The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles! Photographer Tae will be missed ๐ I definitely did not proofread this, so abandon all hope, ye who enter! My brain is literally broken.
โ Post Date: February 14, 2024
โ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost
โ What was Jai listening to? One Of The Girls (Sped Up) - The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lily-Rose Depp
The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles (mini-series) Masterlist
โToo tight?โ Taehyung murmurs against the curve of your ear, his breath tickling your neck.ย
Itโs embarrassing how your body reacts to the sound of his low, velvety voice. You'd snorted when Taehyung first told you that people on the internet paid money to listen to his dirty talk and watch him jerk off. There was no fucking way; heย hadย to be lying. Youโd been sure of it.ย
But nowโฆย
Taehyung reaches around your body and tugs on the rope heโs just tied your wrists with. It looks rough, black, and twisted but smooth as it rubs against your skin when you move.ย
You shiver and shake your head, forgetting what youโd discussed earlier in the day until itโs too late. The smack to your ass stings, and you bite your bottom lip to keep from making any sound.ย
โWhat did I tell you, bun?โ Taehyung asks softly, running his palm across the skin he just smacked. He squeezes your asscheek and jiggles it before removing his hand.ย
โI have to use my words,โ you speak up like he told you to, even though your voice is hoarse with desire and nervousness. Because,ย fuck, are you nervous.ย
โMhmmโฆโ Taehyung hums in agreement, though he sounds distracted.ย
You canโt see him from where you kneel on the floor in his bedroom, but you can feel it when he gets up. If you wanted to, you could twist around to face him. It would be difficult, though, with how much of your body is tied up.ย
Taehyung spent at least twenty minutes carefully weaving intricate patterns against your naked skin, crossing the rope in what almost looks like a star formation across your back that wraps around to the front of your body, keeping your arms tied to your sides and your hands bound in front of you. The rope cages your chest like a harness and extends down to wrap around your legs, forcing you into a kneeling position and making you unable to straighten your legs.ย
It took you three weeks of practicing before Taehyung could fully tie you up without you going into a panic attack.ย
โItโs not too tight,โ you announce after clearing your throat.ย
You watch as Taehyung circles your body until he stands in front of you. He reaches out to flick his middle finger against the underside of your chin, prompting you to tilt your head back to look up at him.ย
โMy little rope bunny looks so pretty, all tied up for me,โ Taehyung says with a sparkling grin that makes your whole body flush with heat.ย
โI want to tell you off so badly right now,โ you hiss through gritted teeth. Your frustration only makes Taehyungโs grin widen.ย
โI bet you do. Itโs a shame you canโt, but rules are rules.โ Taehyung shrugs, not at all nonchalant in his mocking tone.ย
You close your eyes as he trails his finger down your throat and past your collarbones until he reaches one of your nipples. Usually, it would take more than a gentle brush of a fingertip against your nipple for you to feel aroused, but thereโs something about being tied up that has heightened your senses. Every minor touch has your nerves sparking and fraying at the ends. Taehyung isnโt even doing anything, and youโre already wet and aching.ย
โTaehyung,โ you do your best to sound steady and fail.ย
โLet me fix the cameras and figure out what Iโm gonna wear, okay? Iโll be quick; I promise.โย
Taehyung rearranged all the furniture in his bedroom to leave an open spot in the corner of the room where he set up cameras and photography lighting. His laptop rests on an end table nearby, the screen showing a mirrored image of you kneeling on the floor on a pale pink silk sheet, fluffy pillows surrounding you in a half-circle. Itโs all very Y2K, softcore aesthetic โ not what youโd expect from Taehyung. His followers are mostly young women, though, and he says he likes to play up his soft side for them.ย
It sounds ridiculous, but thereโs something about being tied up in such a gentle environment thatโs making your pussy throb.ย
Taehyung is quick, as he promised. He returns, shirtless and wearing a pair of black joggers to match the black rope wrapped around your body. You drag your eyes over his torso, admiring the flat plane of his abdomen and the swell of his pecs.ย Smoothย โ itโs the best word to describe Taehyung. His voice, body, and charisma when he murmurs sweet seductions in your ear are always soย smooth.ย
When he catches you staring, Taehyung winks at you. It makes you flustered despite your desire to remain neutral, and you quickly look down to find something else to focus your attention on. In Taehyungโs hands is a long, rectangular purple box. He sets it down next to you on the floor and opens the lid.ย
You gasp when you see whatโs inside.ย
โTaehyungโฆโย
โItโs for later. Donโt worry about it,โ Taehyung says softly, pressing his index finger against your parted lips to quiet you.ย
On instinct, you close your lips around Taehyungโs finger and suck it gently, swirling your tongue around it. Taehyungโs eyes flutter closed for a few seconds until he pulls his hand away.ย
โYouโre such a slut.โ
โFuck you.โย
You canโt help but grin when Taehyung sticks his tongue out at you. Heโs an idiot, but you love it. You loveย him, maybe. To be determined.ย
Or never. Never is also fine.ย
โSoโฆ what the fuck is gonna happen now? Iโm starting to cramp,โ you complain as Taehyung messes around with his laptop.ย
โWhat?โ Taehyung spins around quickly, nearly sending one of his floor lamps crashing when his elbow collides with the stand. โYouโre in pain? Where? Let me loosenโโย
โOh my god, Taehyung, Iโmย fine. I just donโt feel like kneeling naked on the fucking floor while you dick around!โย
With a snort, Taehyung turns his back on you.ย
โIโm just trying to take care of my little movie star, alright?โย
The nickname, if thatโs what you can even call it, makes your stomach flutter. It doesnโt matter that youโre trying your best to stay unaffected by Taehyungโs bullshit; Taehyung has you under his spell like he always does.ย
โI know what to sayโฆโ you insist with a pout, flexing your fingers. โRed for stop, yellow for slow down, green for goodโฆโย
Itโs elementary, but all the prep Taehyung made you do leading up to this moment showed you how important having a system is, be it a random safe word or the colors. What youย donโtย want to tell Taehyung is howย comfortingย the rope is. You donโt want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that you like being restrained. Itโs like a tight embrace, and the rope causes goosebumps to spread across your body when its silkiness rubs against your skin every time you shift positions.ย
Watching you over his shoulder, Taehyung calls you softly, โIโm going to start the session if thatโs okay?โ
You nod, adrenaline buzzing through your veins as you hear the little pings from Taehyungโs laptop, indicating that people are paying to join the livestream. Itโs still shocking that Taehyung has such a large following. However, it makes sense now that he has been so interested in erotic photography and film for his projects as a university student studying art. Funny how your roommate, Hoseok, never bothered to tell you that his friend does amateurย pornย โ though Taehyung was quick to make it clear that he has never had anyone else on his stream before you.ย
Youโreย special.
You wonder who might be sitting on the other end, paying to watch Taehyung pleasure himself every Wednesday night.ย
โItโsย hump day,โ Taehyung had said with an exasperated sigh when youโd asked why he chose Wednesdays, as if you were the stupidest person on the planet for asking such a question.
The worst part is wondering if someone watching Taehyungโs stream will recognize you. Taehyung doesnโt shy away from showing his face, but heโd offered you a mask or only to use camera angles that wouldnโt expose your identity. Youโd turned down both offers, though you canโt remember why. You canโt remember much of anything, your mind going blank the moment Taehyung addresses the anonymous subscribers waiting for porn.ย
โHey everyone, itโs nice to see you all again this week,โ Taehyung greets his followers with a deeper and richer voice than youโve ever heard him use. It makes your body tingle. โFor those of you following me on my socials or who joined last week, youโll know I promised to do something special for Valentineโs Day, right?โย
You canโt see the laptop screen; Taehyung is standing in front of it. Heโs also blocking the camera, so the people logged into the session canโt see you yet.ย
โI have a special guest,โ Taehyung shifts to the side so youโre in view, โThis is Bunny, and itโs their first time on camera like this, so please be kind.โย
Unsure of what to do, you wave your fingers in a greeting, unable to do much else since youโre all tied up. It must be enough because Taehyung smiles when he looks at you, and you feel your face heat up from the gentle gesture.ย
Luckily, Taehyungโs attention quickly returns to the livestream chat. Apparently, Jimin is hanging out in his bedroom, moderating the chat to ensure no one posts anything inappropriate. Knowing Jimin will be watching excites you a little bit.ย
โAh, no, weโre not dating,โ Taehyung chuckles, and itโs strange to be able to say that you know Taehyung well enough to know that this laughter isnโt genuine. โDonโt get any ideas, though. Trust me. Our little bun might look harmless, but itโs a ruse.โ
You canโt help but snort. Youโd think Taehyung is stalling, but youโve learned that his subscribers expect a sort of parasocial relationship with him. He usually warms up by feeding into that. As weirdly cute as it is, your nerves are making you impatient.ย
โEven though itโs my bunโs first time, I donโt think we need to take it easy on them,โ Taehyung smirks into the camera, and more pings ring through the bedroom.ย
Each ping indicates that the livestream viewers are leaving messages in the chat and sending Taehyung money to request specific actions โ actions he refuses to tell you about becauseย that would ruin all the fun.ย
โHmmโฆโ Taehyung murmurs, eyes dragging from the streaming platformโs chat feature to you, wrapped up like a pretty present for him. The look is weighty and dark, which Taehyung has never had while looking at you.ย
Suddenly embarrassed, you drop your gaze as Taehyung approaches where you kneel.ย
โAre you ready, bun?โ Taehyungโs question is softer than the look he gives you.ย
You nod in return and hope your nerves arenโt visible to Taehyungโs loyal fans. It would suck to fuck this up for him, as much as he annoys you. Admittedly, ever since that impromptu threesome with Jimin, Taehyung has been acting different around you. Heโs been almostโฆย sweet.ย
Taehyung takes out a black, wide-end riding crop from the purple box. He hits the palm of his hand with it a few times as though testing it out. He looks good, the muscles in his biceps shifting and bulging every time he winds up to flick the crop. Your entire body shudders when his dark eyes flit down to meet yours.ย
โHow many times do I have to tell you to speak up, hm?โย
Taehyung falls into character quicker than you expect. It gives you whiplash watching him push back his hair, now a light minty color that looks pretty against the pink surrounding you, his gaze an oppressive force crushing you harder than the rope ever could. Your attention briefly falls on the laptop when a few pings ring out.ย
What if people donโt like you? What if you donโt do well? Youโd agreed to do this because Taehyung wanted toย expand his portfolio, just like every other time you agreed to spend time with him. You both know that isnโt why youโre here, even if neither of you want to say it out loud.ย
โBun.โ Using the flat end of the crop, Taehyung lifts your chin to look at him instead of the laptop. โDonโt think about them. Just focus on me, okay?โย
โOkay,โ you breathe, suddenly feeling lightheaded.ย
Taehyung drags the crop down your chest, tapping lightly at your tits to watch them bounce against the black rope. Goosebumps rush across your skin like waves in the wake of the cropโs path down your body.ย
โHow many should I give you?โย
You blink a few times, eyes suddenly bleary as you watch Taehyung walk around to stand behind you. The camera captures your side profile, allowing viewers to see you and Taehyung clearly. Despite Taehyungโs reassuring words, itโs hard not to think about the anonymous people watching Taehyung caress your body.ย
โHow many what?โ Your breath hitches when Taehyungโs hand replaces the crop to run up the length of your spine until he reaches the back of your neck.ย
โFor your punishment, bun. How many hits do you deserve?โ Taehyung asks, his voice with a deep timbre. โLean forward.โย
Taehyung squeezes the back of your neck and pushes, forcing your upper body down a bit further while you stay kneeling. Lifting the crop, he smacks your ass three times in quick succession, each hit a sharp sting that makes your body jolt.ย
โOh, fuck,โ you gasp as you struggle to keep your balance. โIs that really necessary?โย
Taehyung clicks his tongue, and even though you canโt see him, youโre sure he has an infuriatingly smug look on his face.ย
โCount them,โ he murmurs loud enough for the stream to pick up.ย
Itโs strange how pliant you become with each hit. Something about the pain zaps something in your brain, sending your nervous system haywire until the stings turn into pleasure. Taehyung focuses each hit on the same spot until your skin becomes tender, but he doesnโt stop until your entire body shakes.ย
โT-twenty,โ you count with a shudder, tears lining your eyelashes and fingers squeezing the ropes on your chest to give you something to hold onto, though it does nothing to ground.ย
โVery good.โ Itโs a simple statement, but Taehyungโs praise does something to you. Either that or itโs the feeling of the crop being dragged over your sore asscheek to dip inward.ย
You gasp when Taehyung pushes the crop through your pussy, spreading your lips open and running the crop along your folds. Youโre soaking wet and on edge from him spanking you, so the glide is easy for Taehyung as he begins rubbing your clit. The crop is warm from your body heat, and though the shape is sharp and angular, any amount of stimulation feels good.ย
โPlease,โ you beg, bending forward further to expose more of your pussy.ย
The ropes around your legs keep your thighs spread, putting you on display for easy access. Even though you canโt see it, youโre sure your arousal glistens in the bright lighting, and you can feel your juices leak down your folds.ย
Taehyung runs his thumb through your pussy lips, swishing your arousal around, dragging up and down your clit before he eventually sinks his index and middle fingers into your pussy.ย
His name almost slips out when your thighs begin to shake. You want to call out his name and beg him to fuck you, even though everything in youย doesnโtย want to give him that satisfaction. Itโs justย too good, and you havenโt fucked since that time with Jimin. Taehyung said it would be better that way to help with your nerves, but now youโre feeling desperate, and you hate the feeling ofย needingย to be filled.ย
โFuck, look at you. You like being tied up like this, donโt you?โ Taehyung smirks when he tosses the crop to the side and uses his other hand to stimulate your clit while he continues fucking you with his fingers.ย
You moan loudly, completely forgetting about the people watching Taehyung getting on his knees to finger you, twisting each time he pulls out, just to plunge back in and press downward to stimulate your front wall.ย
Remembering the rules, you swallow your pride and do what Taehyung wants.ย
โYes,ย daddy.โย
Itโs humiliating to call Taehyung that. You hate it, but you canโt say his real name on air, and this was what heโd told you to call him โ or else youโd beย punished. He wonโt let you cum if you donโt behave. Though you canโt deny how good Taehyung sounds when he groans at the name, nor how good it feels when he speeds up his fingers.ย
โSay it again,โ Taehyung murmurs, leaning forward to press his bare chest to your back so he can reach your ear. โBaby, say it again.โย
โYes, daddy.โย
โFuck.โย
Grabbing your hips, Taehyung yanks you back so he can switch places with you, now kneeling in front of you. Being on this side gives him a better view of the livestream chat. Whatever he finds there makes him smile, something lopsided and suspicious.ย
โThey do have a pretty pussy, donโt they?โ Taehyung grins into the camera, reaching forward to cup your pussy. He crowds your space, forcing your face against his crotch when he leans in.ย
Despite how embarrassing the action is, you mouth at the bulge in his joggers.
โHurry up,โ you whine, knowing Taehyung might scold you but uncaring. โFuck me already.โย
A slap to your tender ass makes you cry out in pain.ย
โOur friends think I need to do something about your bratty mouth, bun,โ Taehyung points out with his arms crossed against his firm chest. โTheyโre right, of course. Youโve always been so bratty with me.โย
โFuck you,โ you hiss quietly, both hoping no one hears you and also that they will.
โYouโre cute when youโre acting like a slutty little bitch.โย
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek and turns to the box that had held the riding crop. The insults scratch some itch in the back of your brain, and your pussy betrays you by pulsing with need.ย
From the box, Taehyung pulls out a pink cordless wand vibrator. The head is smooth and fat, the rest of the wand sleek like Taehyungโs fingers as they grip around the handle. Anticipation burns in the pit of your stomach while you wait for Taehyung to turn the wand on and press it against your swollen, neglected clit.ย
Instead, once the wand is on, Taehyung presses against the bulge in his joggers.
โOh my god,โ you moan as Taehyung drags the wand up his cock until he reaches the head. He circles it slowly, hips subtly thrust forward.ย
It makes sense that people pay to watch Taehyung masturbate. Heโs pretty when he does it, staring directly into your eyes as he whimpers, breathy and sweet.
Each of his little moans makes you wetter, and your body continues to tremble with need. Itโs so unbelievably hot how he tilts his head back, exposing the V of his jaw and his Adamโs apple, bobbing each time he swallows.ย
โDo you think Iโm pretty, bun?โ Taehyung smirks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he finally removes the wand from his clothed cock. Itโs hard to see the wet patch in his clothes from how dark the material is, but you know itโs there.ย
โYes, daddy,โ you whisper as Taehyung grabs a hold of your jaw and gives you a quick but firm squeeze that pushes your cheeks inward.ย ย
โI know you do.โย
Letting go of your face, Taehyung hooks his thumbs in his joggers and pulls down far enough to take out his cock. It bobs and hangs heavy in front of your face, close enough that the tip brushes your cheek and smears precum across your face.ย
โBe a good bun and suck my cock, yeah?โย
Not needing to be told twice, you lean forward to lap at the precum dribbling from Taehyungโs slit, making him groan. His body trembles slightly as you suck him into your mouth, and it feels good to know youโre not the only one affected.
Reaching for the wand again, Taehyung runs the tip along his shaft as you suckle the head of his cock. You can feel the vibrations in your mouth, and the sensation seems to travel down the rest of your body as your pussy pulses.ย
โFuck,โ Taehyung moans, throwing his head back as you take more of his cock down your throat. โDonโt go any faster. Keep it nice and slow.โย
He only lets you suck him off for a bit longer, just enough to get his cock nice and wet from gagging around him. Then he tugs on your ropes, pulling you off of his cock as you gasp for air.ย
โYou okay?โ Taehyung brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, wiping away spit and precum, youโre sure. Itโs disgusting, but heโs so gentle when he does it that your face grows hot.
โIโm fine.โย
โYou look pretty like this,โ he murmurs. โI canโt wait to fuck you, baby. Been thinking about it for weeks.โย
It isnโt until Taehyung cradles the side of your face and slots his lips with yours that you realize you havenโt even kissed. You usually donโt, too caught up in the carnal need to consume each other in other ways.
But kissing Taehyung feels good.
He holds you gently as your lips glide together, Taehyung tasting himself on your tongue and moaning into your mouth when he does. You pant against each other in between kisses, Taehyung using the opportunity to bite and suck on your bottom lip until youโre pushing yourself against him, seeking more. You just want to be close,ย closer.ย
โTurn around,โ he breathes against your spit-slicked lips. It isnโt easy, but he helps you move until youโre facing away from him.ย
Without being told, you begin to lower your upper body onto the floor, but Taehyung stops you with an arm around your chest.ย
โWait.โ Itโs spoken against your ear, his breath hot like your core as it pulses when you realize what Taehyung is doing.ย
He turns on the wand to the lowest vibration setting and carefully slips it through the rope wrapped around your hips. Placement presses the head of the wand directly to your clit.ย
โI canโt,โ you squeak, hunching over as the subtle vibrations ripple through you. Normally, the setting would be too low to get you off quickly, but Taehyung has been edging you this whole time.ย
โItโs okay if you cum, baby. I wanna see how many times I can make you cum.โย
Taehyung bites the curve of your ear before shoving the middle of your back until your upper body rests on the floor and your ass is in the air. Heโs gentle when he presses his cock against your entrance, the glide easy from how sloppy wet you are. You can hear him bottom out, the sound of your arousal gushing around his cock with each wet slap of his thighs against yours as he thrusts in and out of you.ย
It only takes three deep strokes before you cum, pussy fluttering around Taehyungโs cock and your body shaking underneath him. The ropes prevent you from wriggling and writhing, and the vibrator on your clit prolongs your orgasm. You feel like it never ends, just wave after wave of pleasure, making your body lock up.ย
โOh fuck, fuck, Tae-โ Youโre cut off by Taehyungโs hand slapped across your mouth.ย
โBehave, bun,โ he growls, never letting up his pace despite how violently your body reacts to the prolonged orgasm.ย
Grabbing the rope tied around your back, Taehyung pulls on it, forcing you to rock back and forth on his cock at the pace he wants. Youโre so wet that he slips in and out of you with wet squelches loud enough to be heard by all his subscribers.ย
โOh my god,โ you moan as your body rocks against the pretty sheets and fluffy pink pillows. It helps stop you from chafing against the floor, but you donโt care. All you can focus on is how good Taehyung feels, his cock filling you up and his hands tightening the hold the ropes have on the most sensitive parts of your body.ย
โGod, youโre always so fucking creamy,โ Taehyung groans, slapping your ass to watch it jiggle on his cock.ย
You feel another orgasm ripple through you, having barely recovered from the other one. Taehyung fucks you through it still and then fucks you through the next one.ย
By the time youโve cum for the fourth time, tears stream down your face.ย
โPlease,โ you sob, the buzz of the vibrator and Taehyungโs moans flooding your brain until thereโs nothing left.ย
โOne more, bun,โ Taehyung grunts as he reaches over to pull the wand out of the ropes. He tosses it to the side and replaces it with his fingers, rubbing quick circles over your clit. โCome on, give me one more so we can finish together.โย
The remaining pressure inside of you bursts the moment Taehyung starts playing with your clit. You feel your pussy gush around his cock as you cum even more than before, so much that you can feel it leak down your thighs and soak the bed sheet below you.ย
A flurry of pings reminds you that youโre on camera. You can barely think straight long enough to understand what that means when Taehyung lets out a broken moan behind you.ย
โOh fuck, you just squirted, fuck baby, why are you soย hot.โ Taehyungโs grip on your hips hurts when he finally cums, still thrusting even when youโve both been pushed beyond overstimulation.ย
When he finally pulls out, you sag to the floor. Your entire body aches from being tied up and pounded into, not to mention how sore your ass and clit are from the constant stimulation.ย
โYouโre trying to kill me,โ you accuse weakly as Taehyung takes a deep breath, head thrown back, chest sweaty. Heโs still wearing his joggers, and his soft cock hangs over the waistband, shiny with cum.ย
โFuck,โ Taehyung groans, running a hand over his face, โAlright, thatโs, thatโs all for today.โย He crawls over to the laptop and gives the camera a salute. โSee you all next week, assuming Iโve recovered.โย
The final pings ring out from the laptop before Taehyung snaps it shut and falls back on his butt. He finally tucks his cock back in his pants and turns to where you lie, weak on the floor.ย
โShit, let me get you out of this.โย
Youโre in a haze, something floaty and free, like a cloud, and Taehyung caresses your wispy body as he unwraps you. Your head lulls to the side, and you let Taehyung lift your limbs and shift your body until heโs finished with all the ropes.ย
โHow are you feeling?โ Taehyung asks, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.ย
Content. Satiated. Happy. In love.
โTired,โ you mumble as you stare up at Taehyung. His eyes are bright, and his cheeks are a soft pink, youthful, and pretty.ย
โWe can take a bath and then go to bed. Youโll stay over?โ His voice is a hopeful lilt when he asks, and your stomach flutters.ย
โYes, daddy.โย
Taehyungโs mouth morphs into that lopsided grin you pretend to hate so much.ย
โI love it when you call me that.โย
โI hate you,โ you spit out, but Taehyung kisses you before you can pout more.
Itโs a slow kiss, far too gentle for what youโve all just finished doing. Taehyung sighs into the kiss, tilting his head to deepen it, though his lips glide languidly rather than rushed with need like they had before.ย
You slip your arms around his broad shoulders and appreciate the stretch of being free from your restraints.ย
โYou did so well, seriously. Iโm really proud of you. You were so sexy and, fuck. Iโmโฆโ Taehyung trails off as he helps you stand up, keeping you cradled against his body when you start to sway. โThank you for doing this with me.โย
You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and find no bratty comeback, only a flood of happiness that nearly chokes you.ย
โMaybe we can do it again if you wanna,โ you offer with your lips against his neck. His skin is salty with sweat, but you flick your tongue against him anyway, just to make him squirm.ย
Taehyung pulls back slightly to stare at you. โFor real?โย
โIf you keep asking, I might change my mind!โย
You try to wiggle out of Taehyungโs arms, but he keeps you close. Itโs fine; you donโt really want to be anywhere else but here, pressed against Taehyungโs broad frame, blanketed by his gentle attention.
Even if he isย annoying.ย
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hi, this is my first ever attempt at writing on tumblr!! the story could be more than one part if you like it (maybe three or four parts). this is also my first time not writing in first person pov so hopefully it doesnโt suck complete ass. (not really edited and idk how to format either so GREAT first impression, friends.)
pov: best friend! harry x you (aka i tried my best lmao)
blurb: you and harry have been best friends your whole life and one night changes everything.
contains: friends to lovers, bad girl x good boy if you squint, smoking green ๐, smut, cussing, oral (giving and receiving for both characters), praise kink, and size kink if you squint really hard again and read between the lines lmao.
word count: 5k
โข NOT RAMADAN FRIENDLY โข
just friends
โYou sure you donโt want me to come up?โ Rylanโs honey eyes flick from your dorm bulging back to yours. The tension from tonightโs argument is fresh in those crinkles next to his eyes that you used to love. Fucking adore.
Parting your lips, you sigh, โSee you around.โ
โDonโt be like that,โ A ringless hand runs through his dark hair. Youโre not exactly sure why youโre focusing on that but here we are. โIt was a joke, come on.โ
Your hand rests on the door handle, silently contemplating on freaking the fuck out again. This isnโt the first time heโs made jokes, very public jokes about your best friend. The very first time you let it slide with a warning because some people donโt understand that you can be just friends with the opposite gender. They canโt wrap their heads around that not every relationship revolves around sex. You understood but tonight? He went too far.
โSaying Harry follows me like a stray dog,โ You have to take a deep breath because Rylan doesnโt know what Harryโs been through. That only pisses you off more. โWas too far.โ
โHe doesnโt have any friends, Lil, just you.โ
โBecause heโs smart, he doesnโt have friends because heโs fucking brilliant.โ It was true, Harry focused more on school and baseball than friendships. He got a full ride to Calloway University reliant on grades and his pure, raw talent. Some would stop there but he took it a step further by studying physics. Now itโs your turn to run a hand through your hair because this is the fourth fight over your best friend. โDonโt be a dick.โ
โDo you not see how fucked that is?โ He hisses, making your head snap in his direction. โYouโre supposed to be dating me, not him.โ
You scoff, โSo thatโs what this is?โ
Rylanโs hold tightened on the steering wheel, so tight that his knuckles were almost white. โLook, I donโt care that youโre friends with him but you spend too much time-โ
That confirmed everything for you. Your long friendship with Harry wasnโt the problem. Rylan knew how much Harry meant to you and how your friendship was all you had sometimes. He knew yet the fact that he didnโt have your full attention every waking moment of the day was the source of cruel jokes.
โYouโre threatened, huh?โ His knuckles blanched even more as the words left your mouth. โListen to the words coming out of my mouth, Ry. Harryโs been my best friend since I was seven. Nothing has and will never happen between us. I would never sleep with him and ruin our friendship.โ
โI see how you guys look at each other.โ
Your whole face heats, itโs literally on fire. โYouโre seeing things because weโre just friends.โ
โYouโre in denial.โ Fuck. This.
Those three words were enough to push you. Push you to fling open the car door and launch yourself onto the pavement. They were enough to heat your whole body to the point that chilly winter air wasnโt enough to simmer down your anger. You donโt even bother slamming the door shut because that asshole can get out and shut it himself. Thatโs what he gets for constantly trying to pry a confession out of you. A confession that doesnโt exist but he still wonโt accept it. The security guard gives a weary smile as you pass him, an obvious witness of the whole shit show. You look over your shoulder just in time to watch Rylan peel out.
He doesnโt follow you, shocker. Not that you wanted him to but you also didnโt expect him to. He acts like he cares but when push comes to shove, actions donโt match the words constantly flying out of that stupid mouth.
Unlocking and relocking the door with a soft click, your dorm is oddly dark and quiet. It looks like no one has been here all day. This is a possibility since Ellie spends most nights with her boyfriend. You slide off your black vans and place your bag on the hooks by the door. Seniors get a common room and separate bedrooms in student housing and you love the privacy. Honestly? Itโs hard as fuck to hook up sharing a room with someone. El never cared who you brought home but felt weird as hell, yano?
From: ball boy (11:35 pm)
you home?
To: ball boy (11:36 pm)
yeah
You loosen your claw clip and honey-blond waves tumble. Walking into your room, you slip out of the cute-ass outfit you spent an hour perfecting and into some random band shirt with no bra and spandex shorts. Such a shame because you looked hot, too bad the night didnโt end with Ry ripping this lacy, black corset off you. Sucks for him.
From: ball boy (11:42 pm)
open the window before Mack catches my ass.
Your eyes snap toward the only windows in your room. The sheer, black curtains were closed but they did a shit job keeping the sunlight out so, honestly, how good were they for privacy? Your heart hammers thinking about Harry seeing you. How he couldโve seen all of you, not just what you choose to show off. The thought made your heart hammer.
From: ball boy (12:46 am)
donโt tell me youโre fucking someone right now
From: ball boy (12:47 am)
fuckinโ sick, lil
Annoyed, you rip open the curtains to find Harryโs cocky expression staring straight at you. Itโs too dark to make out his full face but you can tell by the smirk tipping the left side that heโs amused. Making your favorite dimple dent even deeper. In one swift motion, the latch unlocks letting him in. Heโs done this a million times, yano? Sneaking in your room for late-night study sessions, movie nights, or sleepovers. Youโve shared a bed countless times but never crossed that line, heโs your best friend. There are rules in place to save your friendship. He means more to you than one night of pleasure. Always has.
โNice shirt, been looking for that everywhere.โ Evergreen eyes bounce across your face, โThought you had a date.โ
You blow out a breath, โNot anymore.โ
He smirks, dimple popping, โObviously.โ
โThought you had plans.โ You counter because Harry may not have many friends but that didnโt mean anything when it came to his sex life. He had trouble talking to girls but that didnโt seem to matter because they flocked to him. There was just something about him that drew people in, you included especially you. Maybe it was his ability to make anyone in the room feel special; wanted by having his undivided attention.
His lips purse, โNah, not tonight.โ
โWhy?โ
He gives you a pointed look giving away that he knows, โYou know why.โ
Guilt settles into your stomach, that stupid sinking feeling of being caught hit full force. He had the same argument with Grace that you did with Rylan tonight. They seem to argue more though and it kills you seeing him upset. You know he cares about her but he loves you. Maybe not romantically but definitely platonically and that means something to him. Every time they have this conversation, you know you should walk away. It's always your first instinct to protect people you love and you love your best friend. But, youโd rather die than let him go and thatโs selfish as fuck but true. You sigh, โHarry-โ
โIโm good,โ He closes the distance and wraps you into a hug and it feels like home. Your favorite type of hug. โWorried about you.โ
You smile against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart hitting your cheek, โNothing a Star Wars marathon wonโt cure, Stud.โ
His face lights up, โGod, I could kiss you, Lil.โ
โWhatever you say, ball boy.โ Your heart flutters violently but you ignore the feeling. He always jokes like this in secret and maybe thatโs the reason no one believes youโre just friends. But, theyโre just jokes, yano.
โBall boy?โ He scoffs, making you tilt your chin to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally focus, Harryโs staring at you with his stupid, dimpled smile. Just because heโs your best friend doesnโt mean youโre completely immune. Heโs handsome and youโd be dumb to deny that because, well, you have eyes. Currently, he looks even better from this angle. His hairโs tousled as neat as those chestnut curls will allow and dimples seem more prominent. Deep, inviting indents. The black, backwards hat only adds to the contrast of those evergreen eyes. Your favorite shade of green. A sliver of metal trapped between perfect teeth as he cocks his head. He chuckles, squeezing you tighter, โThatโs fucked up.โ
Pulling back, you shrug, โYouโre the one who plays with them all day.โ
His tongue clicks, cheeks hollowing, โBaseball, I play baseball.โ
You dismiss him with a wave, walking into the common room. โWhatever helps you hit balls with your bat, Ball boy.โ
โBetter watch that pretty mouth of yours,โ He warns in a low tone, so low that everything tingles. Reaching into his hoodie, he pulls out a bag of weed before plopping on the couch, โbecause I donโt share with bad girls.โ
โWatching Star Wars high?โ You grin as he nods. โMan of my dreams.โ
Harry smirks, all boyish and full dimples, โDonโt tease.โ
After pressing play and settling into the couch, you glance over at him just as the credits begin to roll. Heโs lighting a joint, brows set in concentration, pink lips puckered around the paper inhaling slowly before passing it to you.
The next forty minutes fly by in the best, blissfully buzzed way. Time doesnโt have an exact science. Weโre happy and having a good time. All the anger from earlier dissipated from you and Harry just being together. His nose found its way under your jaw, right next to your pulse point, some time after fifteen or so minutes. Heโs always been affectionate when buzzed but holy fuck, was he toning it down before. You donโt know what changed but his hands havenโt left your waist and he keeps hugging closer to your chest with little sighs and hums of contentment. He smells so fucking good like peppermint, fresh laundry, and smoke.
Your breathing is slow and steady. Completely wrapped in him. Fingers twisting the curls at the nape of his neck until your fingertips tingle to touch him elsewhere. You donโt allow them to go lower than his throat, feeling how harsh each swallow was each time youโd get below the hinge of his jaw. He hums against your neck, nuzzling deeper into the column dangerously like he canโt get enough, โFeeling better?โ
โYes.โ You breathe as he hugs tighter, not stopping your feather-like movement through his soft curls. โYou?โ
โYeah, that feels good.โ His words come out sleepy and deep and gravelly. โYour t-touch always feels good.โ Warm evergreen holds all your attention as he kisses your cheek, โThank you for being here with me. You make everything better, always have.โ
Your face tilts, noses inches apart, and whisper. โYou make everything better for me too.โ
Harryโs the type of man that goes from beautiful to devastating with a change of facial expression. Your hazy brain canโt stop taking him in for some reason. Itโs involuntary. That beautiful, sculpted face is hidden at nightfall but you allow yourself to appreciate how much time someone put into crafting him. Itโs like you spent the last fifteen years with blinders on and can finally see.
Sage burns into evergreen as his lips roll a few times like heโs trying to come up with a safe response. The irrational part of my brain wants to feel his mouth on you again so bad that you almost crave him. Your lips part at the same time waiting for the other to make a move or do something drastic. Three heartbeats of your mouths seconds apart. Three heartbeats in your own hazy, happy world. His nose nudges yours once before dropping back to your throat. His arms wrapped around you tighter and your breathing synced again. Instead of calm and steady, now itโs erratic and fast.
Fuck, you have to be high, right? Best friends donโt look at each other like this. Especially you guys.
He leans closer, left hand planted on your thigh as we just stare at each other. Almost like he feels it too. Your fingertips ache to touch the stubble dusting his jawline so bad they tingle but you canโt seem to move. Completely lost in the hypnotic desire clouding the calm green of his irises.
Not wanting to put pressure on Harry to make the first move, you close the distance. Not sure why you did that but your mouths part at the same time. His in surprise and yours in want, yet in perfect sync. Pressing your lips to his, he immediately kisses back, cupping your jaw. One second everythingโs moving slowly and the next, heโs lifting his shirt over your head. Touching every inch of exposed skin like he canโt get enough. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts as yours find his jeans. The kiss breaks as he leans back just enough to look at you. Youโre looking at each other in silence but itโs so fucking loud.
โWe should-โ He swallows harshly, columns of his throat tense, โDonโt wanna finally have you if youโll regret-โ
โWonโt ever regret you, H,โ Your voice is hushed yet full of so much want and sincerity. โDonโt stop, weโre okay.โ
โYeah?โ He breathes out in relief pressing another kiss to your lips that sends trace currents through your body full force. Finally giving into the sweetest temptation youโve ever tasted. Forbidden and delicious. This was like an avalanche of feelings and lust in motion, couldnโt stop the cascade if you tried. The aftermath would eventually come but everything would be okay. It had to be.
โYeah, just friends,โ Your lips move with his again but lazier, a slow pace that makes everything come to life. โThis doesnโt change anything.โ
You lied because this meant everything but you canโt stop.
He blinks like he can see right through your bullshit.
You blink back hoping he doesnโt.
โJust friends.โ He repeats only the first half of your lie between kisses, pressing your body further into the couch with his hips.
The words come out breathless.
The words come out easily.
The words come out in cool peppermint.
He starts to drag your shorts off at the same pace the kiss and you lift a little to help. Being this vulnerable, letting the other fully see the other is something you canโt put into words. Your eyes rake his body as his lustful, dark gaze mirrors yours. There arenโt enough fucking words to describe how beautiful he is. Taking in every single detail from his tattoos to his cock pressed between your open thighs. The desperation; everything fucking aches for him. He leans forward, lips parting, eyes darkening by the minute, leaving open-mouth kisses along your jaw until they meet your mouth. The warm metal of his tongue ring claiming every inch of your mouth. He tasted like charged temptation in the best way, like something you didnโt know you craved until now.
Harry whimpers as your legs wrap around his waist. His cock throbs between your thighs and he groans against your lips. The sound vibrating with need; so fucking desperate. Strong hands grip your ass as the kiss deepens. Heโs kissing you like youโre oxygen and heโs hungry for air. Almost like he canโt breathe without tasting you. Without having you like this. Staggered, harsh breaths hit the left side of your as his lips descended. Sucking and biting gently at your throat until they reach your chest and wrap around your nipple piercings. Metal clanking salaciously as his tongue swirls, toying with each little bar. His cock throbs again and your head falls back into the throw pillows with a loud moan. The arrogant smirk against your already heated skin only sends fire dancing.
Crackling and humming with each touch. They say fire needs oxygen to grow and Harry was yours. Always has been, he ignites all your fires.
Pulling back slightly, salacious evergreen meets thunderous oceans as he speaks, โSo fucking pretty.โ His words come out as a rasp, full of raw desperation. โWanna taste you so fucking bad.โ Kisses pepper your face, โWanna make you feel so good, please? โ
โY-yes,โ You breathe, unable to finish the sentence as his kiss-bruised lips meet yours again and again, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your already open thighs, while yours run through his soft curls. Tangling and twisting as your lips move hungrily, desperately. Your teeth trap his tongue ring gently tasting and the sound that escapes his throat is feral. His body pushes against yours as you devour each other. Urgent, hungry, and like you might run out of time or change your mind. Hot, open-mouth kisses descend from your lips to your jaw then stop at the base of your throat.
โFuck,โ The wordโs rushed, nearly a pant, as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. The view of his gorgeous, toned body sends a shiver down your spine. The butterfly on his chest fluttered with each rapid breath. His abs jutting and rippling like it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there. Rough yet gentle hands feather your ribs, gliding effortlessly until they pause at your hips, leaving trace currents branding me with each tortuous touch. The rings on his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips despite how gentle heโs being. A surprised gasp leaves my lips in a whimper as his grip tightens holding you into place. Your hips tilt, wanting to feel him and he groans, nostrils flaring like heโs in pain, โWant you so bad,โ His nose runs against your jaw, โNot gonna last if you keep moving, Lil.โ
โSorry,โ You breathe letting your head fall back as it swims with every effortless emotion you feel for him.
โShh, youโre perfect, so fucking perfect, look at you.โ He whispers, the gravelly tone of his voice sending vibrations between your thighs making you ache. A completely desperate ache for him that would be embarrassing if it was anyone but your Harry. Suddenly, heโs kissing you but lazily this time. His lips moved so painfully slow and tender against yours. Kissing like you have all the time in the world. As soon as you match his pace, he breaks the kiss sighing deeply against your parted lips. He studies your face, evergreen locked on blue, as he slowly drifts between your thighs. His hands follow him, traveling down your inked body with ease, until they lock around your upper legs.
โWhatโre you doing?โ You ask breathlessly, trying to keep up with his pace. He ignores you, placing drawn-out kisses trailing from your left hip to inner thigh. Soft moans leave your parted lips each and every time his mouth touches your skin. His kisses are getting closer and closer, nipping and sucking, teasing and torturing. Itโs too fucking much. โHarry-โ
โNeed something, Lil?โ He sucks harder on your hip, leaving a purplish bruise on porcelain skin, tilting his head up to meet your gaze with a lazy smirk. So effortlessly sexy.
โPlease-โ Desperateness clings to the word as your head falls back, unable to handle seeing him between your legs.
โPlease what?โ Harry smirks against heated skin as your hips move forward, โUse your words, pretty girl.โ
โI want-โ The sentence pauses at the tip of your tongue. No oneโs ever asked what you wanted before. โIโve never-โ Your brows push together trying to find the right word but he reaches up, fingers smoothing the line between them like he understands.
โItโs okay,โ He runs the flat of his tongue against your clit and your knees almost push together from pleasure, the round of his tongue ring hitting perfectly. Like he knows exactly what you need. Burning evergreen disappears into the back of his head as he moans against you, fingernails digging into your skin. โTaste so fucking good, Lil. Knew you would, so fucking sweet.โ
โFuck,โ The whimper that comes out of you is pathetic as he lifts your leg, draping your right knee over his shoulder, tongue circling with no mercy. Flicking and sucking and teasing as he changes pace. Your head falls back feeling his piercing tease your entrance with each flick of his perfect tongue. Your fingers laced into his wet curls, tugging as he pulled back, eyes meeting yours. Bringing his left middle and ring fingers to your lips, manually parts them until his fingers push past your bottom teeth. The cold metal of his rings hits your warm mouth. Evergreen dances darkly as they glide across your tongue until you gag around them. He exhales roughly, head cocking, โMmm, suck. Such a good girl for me, yeah?โ
Your lips wrap around his fingers as your eyes lock. He moves them in and out a few times before withdrawing. Never breaking eye contact, pink lips puckering around my clit as his fingers tease your entrance. He watches you intensely, so fucking intensely as his fingers match the pace of his tongue. Your eyes flutter in pure fucking bliss as your grip on his hair returns. Pulling and tugging, making him groan so deeply, โLil.โ
Your name came out of his mouth with the same electricity that courses through your veins whenever heโs around. Hot, entrancing, unfuckingdeniable, and your undoing. White, hot pleasure hits so hard that you try to close your legs but his hands wrap around your thighs, keeping them open, easing you through it. Your breathing evens out as Harry watches you between your open thighs. His head tilted upward, lips parted in amazement, evergreen bouncing around your face like heโs committing every muscle movement to memory.
โFor fucks sake.โ He exhales, blinking in complete astonishment.
โHmm?โ The word comes out lazily, so fucking easy like your smile.
He hovers, face inches from yours, hazy eyes blazing with lust. The end of his cross necklace bounces off your bottom lip a few times. โSo pretty when you cum, Angel.โ
Fuck, in one swift movement, you push his chest backward completely straddling him as his back hits the couch. Long, ring-clad fingers grip your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, kissing slowly, tongues tangling lazily. He tastes like you and it makes your head spin. His fingers tangle into your hair, blond waves fall, as he collects them wrapping the strands around his wrist. Breaking the kiss, your hands glide across his skin, feeling every harsh breath and ridge before settling between his legs. Every flutter of his butterfly as he breathes, how his abs constrict with each breath like he wants you so badly that itโs painful, and the vein resting next to the perfect v-line of his left hip. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts, meeting his hungry, beautiful gaze as your lips wrap around his head.
He lets out a loud moan, abs jutting, as your tongue twirls and teases. His head lolls back, lips parting while the moans come out so fucking feral; desperate. The grip on your hair loosens as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks with each suck. Honey curls fall you around like a curtain as he cups the back of your head, pushing you to take him deeper, never breaking eye contact. You almost wanna shut yours seeing how much adoration and attention and lust swims in his pretty irises. He starts moving his hips slowly, testing, and relaxing your jaw. His jaw tightens with each thrust, moaning so fucking loud, lips puckering around a needy exhale, โI-fuck-Iโm not gonna last.โ
Flattening your tongue, a hum in appreciation and that makes him break. The soft green of his eyes darkened as control slips with each thrust. โGod, look at how pretty you look wrapped around my cock.โ He groans even louder and you gag around him. His hips slow, โYou can take it, just like that, so fucking good.โ
Your cheeks hollow as his movements grow more frantic. More fucking desperate. Twirling your tongue, he pulls out, cupping your jaw again as he cums. Painting your chest in the most filthy way. Head tilted back, eyes shut, pumping his cock as he whimpers. Blush spreads up his throat, neck vein popping in the sexiest way, and perfect lips parted in pure ecstasy; pure bliss. Heโs the most devastating man youโve ever seen. The minute your gazes meet, your breathing halts. So many emotions battle to come to the surface as lush forests meet raging oceans. The push and pull that is us. This is a moment where you just stare at each other in understanding. Letting your eyes say what youโre afraid to admit out loud.
โLetโs get you cleaned up, yeah?โ Harryโs voice is gentle and soothing while his fingers trace your jaw before disappearing. You count his footsteps but donโt respond. The weight of what happened crashed into you like a freight train. Your breathing accelerates instead of steading as everything plays out. You donโt want to lose him when this doesnโt work out. The thought comes quickly and like a bucket of ice water. Panic setting in because you canโt lose him. You canโt lose him over one night of weakness. Shit, the uncertainty feels heavy on your chest, heavier than it should because thereโs no one you trust more. Heโs your best friend.
โLil?โ Hesitantly, your eyes snap to your favorite shade of green. Allowing them to travel his peaceful features, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Everything about him is relaxed and unguarded as he starts cleaning you up with a warm washcloth. The light stubble on his sharp jaw to pink parted lips to the freckles on the bridge of his nose that you wouldnโt see unless you were close enough. Your fingertips ache to trace the path, feel each little freckle and plane of his face, until theyโre touching his pink lips. Sometimes, you wish memories worked like photographs or something so you could accurately remember how being in his arms feels. How finally being his feels until unrelenting reality hits. Youโre not his, Grace is, and that hurts worse than you thought. His lips tip into a left-sided smile, โThere she is.โ
โHere I am,โ You smile back, cheekbone gently compressed by his long fingers.
Dark curls sticking up in different directions, evergreen eyes following every detail of your face, a red hue dusting across his cheeks, and his once parted lips tugging into a sleepy smirk, โYou still with me, Lil?โ
โAlways.โ The word came out fast because you were with him. Maybe too with him. โGonna get dressed real quick.โ A giggle escapes your lips, โDonโt have the money for Ellieโs therapy bill if she walks in.โ
โFuck,โ He chuckles, running a hand through long curls, โSheโd probably ask to join.โ
Your phone buzzes two times and something inside you freezes. You know itโs Rylan, no one else but him and Harry text you this late. The playful expression on Harryโs face slowly drains into something that resembles pain as he hands it to me. The sudden change makes your stomach turn in the worst way.
From: Ry (2:30 am)
Sorry about tonight.
From: Ry (2:31 am)
Canโt lose you over a stupid argument, Lil. I know you and Styles are just friends and you wouldnโt touch him. Sorry for being a jealous prick.
That stomach-sinking guilt comes back full force and causes your mouth to flood with saliva. You pull the Nirvana shirt over your head and turn to explain but heโs already looking at the wall. His jaw tense, so tense that the hinges are bulging, but expression is stoic. He swallows, the columns in his throat tense then relax showing just how hard the salvia was to get down. You linger on his side profile for a second, appreciating the beautiful yet masculine planes of his face, before clearing your throat. He blinks a few times before turning slowly to meet your eyes. The words rush out of your mouth, โHarry-โ
Playful evergreen darkened to forest green, โI better go.โ
You jump to your feet, following behind him quickly, desperate to explain. His back to you, broad shoulders sagging, as he works to unlatch your window. The glass opens with a thud and you expect him to leave but he doesnโt. Ring-clad fingers grasp the ledge, knuckles blanch, as he just breathes. You count to fifteen waiting for him to look at you but he doesnโt. 240 long, excruciating seconds pass. Exhaling harshly, his voice is hoarse, โWe need to tal-โ
โFriends?โ You blurt, not letting him finish. Needing to know youโre okay, eyes volleying between him and the notification on your phone.
He pauses, hand resting on the windowsill, so much pain in those evergreen eyes you love so much. There he was, always taking care of you. Even if it means hurting him.
โYeah, Lil.โ
Your attention stays on the window as he slips out without giving you a chance to respond. Everything smells like him, a mouthwatering mixture of fresh laundry, peppermint, and something earthy like the wind. Even your skin has traces of him that you donโt think youโd be able to wash off. The memory of tonight permanently embedded into you and there is no denying it. How his mouth felt, his hands on you, the sound of his raspy voice slowly ruining you for anyone else.
What the fuck did you just do?
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bsd men as tits ass or thighs pls :3?? (specifically meursault boys)
โTits, Ass or Thighsโ What do they prefer?โ
โโEverybodyโs got certain preferences, donโt they? So, what are theirs?โ
Tags: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Chuuya Nakahara, Sigma / afab! Reader, Nipple play?, ooc! Sigma, praising kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, pet names?, hdc format ig, thigh riding?, hickeys, mentioned lingerie?, spanking, mild brat taming, atp everyone may be ooc, face sitting, oral sex (afab! and m! recieving), titty job, messes of their milk, might contain grammar errors, this is a lot holy shit, etc.
Notes: Maybe u just meant Dazai, Fyodor and Chuuya but I added Nikolai and Sigma for funsiesโ hope this is okay tho!! And I never wrote for Sigma before so sorry if heโs so ooc. . Maybe heโs gonna be added to my list lol.
Dazai Osamu ;
๐ Thighs ๐
๐ I just know that he loves your thighs!! In my opinion, DAZAI lives for seeing you in thigh highs, especially if you have thick thighs.
What do you mean you donโt wanna crush him with them??? What else are they made for thenโ oh, right, hickeys. Itโs obvious that heโll leave some marks here and there for fun, but another thing he lives about them is face sitting. This is literally the best way to die?!!? But also he lives to grab your thighs when he eats you out!!!
๐ Scenario;
Heโs been at it for too long, you donโt even remember how many times you came already. . โDazai, pโplease. . Sโsensitive!โ, you tried to beg, but Dazai was way into thisโ Once you sit on this mans face, he wonโt let go until your too sensitive, Dazai also always leave hickeys while heโs at it. Chanting how he would love to die this way, being crushed by your massive thighs.
โโWhy should I? Youโre still talking properly, I wonโt stop until youโre only able to moan my name. Now be a good girl, alright, โdonna?โ
Fyodor Dostoevsky ;
๐ Thighs ๐
๐ In all honesty, this man is a mystery for meโ but if I would have to chose, thighs. FYODOR is kinda religious and stuff, meaning heโs definitely gonna be kinda traditional. (i do not know wtf Iโm talking abt.) Fyodor doesnโt know what it is, but something about you in white lingerie and white thigh highs sets him off completely. Looking all innocent but being the complete opposite? Yes, absolute approval from him. But being the busy man he is, heโll let you sit on his lap while he caresses your thighs!! :3
๐ Scenario ;
Seriously, how desperate are you? Walking up to Fyodor in white lingerie and white thigh highs while heโs obviously working? He finds it quite amusing how you think heโll stop immediately to fuck you, no he wonโt, yet. Fyodor just commands you to sit on his lap, now youโre getting off on his own thighs. But youโre still wearing panties, though he doesnโt care, you wanted this, didnโt you? As you keep grinding against it, he slapped your pussy through the fabric multiple times before. The small whines and whimpers are cute, but wonโt change his mind to take you right now.
โโI donโt really know what you expected me to do. . Well, actually, i did. Itโs quite adorable how you think just because youโre desperate Iโll feed into your desires. Anyway, you seem to be getting off pretty easily, slut.โ
Nikolai Gogol ;
๐ Tits ๐
Come on, this is so NIKOLAI, seriously. He's so silly, he would literally call them his personal stressballs. (Do not even try to deny it, it's canon.) Nonetheless, he likes to cum on them, Nikolai will make a mess out of them every time whenever you're giving him head. Another thing their useful for, in his opinion, is tit fucking!! It's a nice feeling for him when his dick's inside of your tits. Not to forget, your nipples are pretty fun to play with, but there's one last thing about them. .
๐ Scenario ;
There are many reasons why Nikolai adores you riding him! He loves how he barely has to do anything, hearing the adorable sounds leaving your mouth while you get off on his cock and most importantly, the way your tits bounce with you. All he's doing is laying back and enjoying the view of your tits almost bouncing out of your bra, he would love if they were to actually jump out.
โโHm, would you look at that! Your tits are seconds away to spill out of your bra, dove. I wouldn't mind if they did, maybe you just need to ride my dick faster. . Just like the needy whore you are.โ
Sigma ;
๐ Tits ๐
Iโm not really sure if itโs accurate, but running an casino ainโt easy. So whatโs better than having you and your comfort. .โable tits? SIGMA would never admit it, but he loves them, dearly at that. If he ever needs an break, his head would probably rest on them. On the spicy side, he loves a good tit job. You mentioned this once and Sigma wasnโt against it, sure he was blushing over your suggestion but after he tried it, he loved it!!!
๐ Scenario ;
It felt good, really, Sigma loved your suggestion! He never thought of something like this, he never thought about recieving a tit job, but it felt heavenly. Just the way your tits were rubbing against his cock so good, it felt unreal. . The most beautiful whimpers left his lips, with his flushed expression on his face too, you assumed Sigma was enjoying himself, very. Soon he reached his climax, letting his cum leak on your tits.
โโFโfuck. . You did sโso good, darling. Now, lay back and let me return the favor, yeah?โ
Chuuya Nakahara ;
๐ Ass ๐
Ah, yes. CHUUYA is, in my opinion, an ass man. I saw a few people say that, and I agree. Like, heโs literally proud of that. He would slap your ass unexpected, respectfully though. He wouldnโt care if youโre carrying a bakery or not, he still slapping it!! Chuuya loves to spend money on matching bras and panties for you, but on your in general. Sometimes it gets to your head or something and you start to act out, which our ginger wonโt let slide.
๐ Scenario ;
Lately, youโve gotten on Chuuyaโs nerves. Yeah, he loves to spend money on you and you, but he wonโt stand you being bratty. As to right now, heโs โpunishingโ you for it. The reference for โpunishingโ is quite just fucking you until itโs stuck in your pretty little brain not to act out again. This time though, Chuuya added something to your punishment. . โChโchuuya. . โm sorry, Iโi didnโt mean toโโ, you tried to apologize, only to be silenced by another spank.
โโReally? Too bad, youโre gonna take this if you want me to fuck you, baby. Just keep on taking fโme and Iโll fuck you soon enough, mโkay?โ
OH EM GEE YOU GUYS IT TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO FINISH
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this overwatch 2 shit has GOT to be illegal right? I mean, they sold the game on the promise of PvE and now they cancel it. This better earn them a false advertising charge
And the wildest part is that you can't even play Overwatch 1 anymore.
Anyone who's followed this blog long enough has probably seen me post a rant about how terrible video games are at media preservation, and how we should preserve games (even ones we don't like) to be playable in some manner long after the developers take the servers offline because games are art and deserve to be able to be experienced by the future long after they've been discarded by their makers as a product.
You can't do that anymore with Overwatch 1, a game that wasn't even free to play.
People paid 40$ in 2016, 60$ if they went for the deluxe edition, to play Overwatch. New heroes, maps, etc were promised to come as free updates, instantly accessible for anyone to play without grinding or microtransactions (though there were mtx for cosmetics) and that the game would be supported for many years.
This was one of the many reasons why Overwatch back then absorbed a large part of TF2's playerbase: TF2 had been chugging along since 2007, at the 8-9 year point its updates were winding down and people have accepted it was finally hitting the end of tis life, and were looking for a new cartoon team shooter that would last for years. OW was not TF2's successor and was never intended to be, but that promise of many years of free support was a major part of why people gave it a chance just the same.
And then just 3 years later in 2019 they announced Overwatch 2, a game that looked really, really similar to Overwatch 1, except it was going to have the actual story missions via PvE mode that Overwatch 1 didn't have. They said there would be enough new things to justify the '2', and that people who bought Overwatch 1 need not worry about their investment in the first game.
And then it turned out what they meant by that was that they were killing Overwatch 1 by closing its servers, forcing everyone to move over to Overwatch 2, a Free to Play game where you had to grind to unlock the new heroes (people who bought OW1 instantly had the new hero unlocked but come on), was chock full of the usual Free to Play engagement mechanics, and changed the 6v6 format to 5v5, if you had a full squad of friends before, you had to tell one guy to get fucked.
I think the worst part was that when people were understandably angry that Overwatch 2's actual changes from the original were almost all monetization based, games journalists that pressed Blizzard on why players now had to grind a battlepass for heroes, which Overwatch 1 had always given for free, were met with a "well, heroes are the strongest engagement point for our players" type of deflection where they didn't even try to hide their reasons behind something respectable.
Now they're announcing that OW2's PvE mode, the whole (public) reason they made OW2 a sequel instead of an update to OW1, isn't even happening anymore, and Overwatch 1's original 6v6 remains dead and inaccessible.
I didn't like Overwatch 1. I was really hyped for it when it came out, but found myself really disliking the gameplay (especially on its map design which I thought was terrible) which only worsened with its creative and balancing direction until I lost interest in only a few weeks.
Still, killing OW1 to force all players to move to OW2's free to play model was inexcusable. All art must be preserved in some manner, even ones we don't think are good enough to be worth preserving. Overwatch in particular was so massive in 2016-2018 that to kill it is to make inaccessible the source material of a kajillion other pieces of art from those years.
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DUDDDDE!!
I am in LOVE with your writing. I have been craving some good Han Lue works and you're filling the hole!
Everywhere is extremely lacking in quality Han Lue content bro ๐ญ๐ญ
But any whosies.
I was wondering if it were at all possible to request a Han work from you (from what I've seen you still have requests open so if you don't im sorry)
Specifically something about a reader who's fucking amazing at driving, and has been crushing on Han for a while, and the two decode to race (set in Tokyo) and whoever wins gets the loser to do what they want. Y'know classic setup.
You could choose where this leads to. Idc if we win or loose. All I want is a little bit of fluff sprinkled amongst some smut mayhaps. You could do this in headcannon format btw don't feel obligated to write the whole thing.
I'm just thirsting for any thing I can take ๐๐๐ผ
Take your time! <3
pairing: han lue x racer!reader
words: 11.4k
warnings: some cursing and smut (pls wrap it before you tap it) don't judge my smut too much, it's been a while since i've written one
notes: hi anon! thank you for all your sweet, sweet words ๐ฅบ i hope this is somewhere along the lines of what you were thinking of. as soon as i saw your request i was โจinspiredโจ it's been a long time since i've been so hooked by a oneshot. i have worked on it almost everyday since i received it so thank you! i changed the request just a little bit, i hope you don't mind.
trust me i know there is a ridiculous lack in han content! it's the reason i'm here writing over this man! there is not enough content for the speed i consume it, lol. i've read my own headcanons like 10 times already, excluding the times i was working on it.
anyways! might have gotten a little carried away but i enjoyed writing it so much! here you go! enjoy!
i really really hope you like it!!
Tokyo was the city where you learned how to street race. Weaving through the cars on the highway became second nature the harder you pressed the gas pedal. The neon lights turned into blurs as you sped down traffic, whether it was in search of a prize or a thrill.
You were meant to meet Han Lue. His presence became known as soon as he stepped foot in the parking complexes that serve as makeshift race tracks. He quickly became popular with the crowd, especially when he joined DK's crew.
His races were seen as exclusive, known to happen once in a blue moon. He was totally opposite to you. You took the opportunity to race any moment you could. It's what lead you to become a good racer. Practice makes perfect, after all.
'Good racer' is a bit of an understatement. You're one of the best right after DK. There's a debate about whether the second best is you or Han. Each person can take their pick. Many have suggested the idea for the both of you to race, but Han has shot down each and every one. He doesn't need to prove himself to anyone. Besides, he hasn't had anything to gain from racing you.
People like to call you 'Angel' because when you started participating in the races, you looked like an absolute angel, but soon after, they discovered you raced like the devil. You fool everyone around you, even with the way you drive. Whenever someone has to go against you, they think they have your strategy down, yet you switch it up every time.
The distinctive revving of your car alerts Han of your presence. He glances to his left, where you've parked right beside him. As you open the door and step out of your car, he opens a bag of chips, depositing one into his mouth.
You walk over to him, leaning against his car like he is. The bare skin of your back arching slightly as it touches the cool metal. "Have I missed anything?"
Han shakes his head cooly, watching his surroundings. He spares you a glance, taking in what you're wearing. A short, shimmery dress with an open back and high heels. Seems like you don't plan on racing tonight. You refuse to race in high heels. You've tried before and failed. You didn't lose, but you did break off both heels.
You feel his eyes trailing over your body, and you don't mind it. You like that you can catch his attention that way. Having a crush on a guy like Han takes work. He has every woman's attention in the racing underground. They often cling to his arms and bat their eyelashes his way, and he has gladly taken a few of them home.
"You done judging my outfit?" You say, looking at him.
"Not judging, admiring," he promptly replies with a small shrug.
That right there is what feeds into your silly little crush. Han isn't afraid of your comments or banter. If you look good, he'll say it. It's the way he says it that irks you, though. He is so nonchalant and aloof like he's commenting on the weather.
It doesn't help that he's never truly made a move on you. He considers you his friend and acts that way (most of the time, at least). You hate every moment because being his friend is the last thing you want.
"I take it you're not gonna race tonight?" He asks, already knowing the answer. He just needed an excuse to talk to you. Digging into his bag of chips, he grabbed another one to pop into his mouth.
"Not unless it's against you," you respond cheekily.
Han chuckles, "Not you too."
"Are you afraid of losing, Han?" You ask him, keeping your eyes on the race about to start. Why else would he avoid racing you?
Han props one arm on the roof of his car, facing you and saying, "If you're into racing, you can't be afraid to lose, Angel."
"Then why don't you spoil me a little and race me?" You hum, turning your head to face him. He's much closer than you anticipated, but you resist the urge to pull back despite the reddening of your cheeks. You want Han to know you like him even if you refuse to say it out loud.
"Maybe one day when I have something to race for," he responds simply, kissing your cheek and turning back to watch the race.
You release a shaky sigh and try to calm your pounding heart. Extending a hand, you dip your fingers into Han's nearly empty bag of chips and steal one for yourself. Han doesn't mind lowering the bag to make it easier for you. There's a smirk on his face as he fully well knows what he did. It's fun to make you flustered.
Han is out on the streets of Tokyo doing business or collecting his money from the greedy hands of wanna be gangsters. It's entertaining, to say the least, although sometimes it gets tedious. It's only fun when they get rowdy and want to intimidate him. They should know better than to judge Han by his calm exterior.
He's walking by the busy streets of Shibuya, the shopping district of Tokyo, minding his business. Han avoids the masses of people until he looks into a store and sees you. You're by the checkout desk, ringing out a client.
Han can't help it; he's drawn to you. Forgetting the wad money he has to collect, he enters the store. The bell on top of it chimes, prompting you to greet the customer in an abnormally cheery tone.
"Hello, welcome to-Han?" You stutter over the greeting, seeing his slightly mocking grin.
Han walks over to you and leans on the counter, there was barely anyone in the store now. Perfect timing. He assesses you and your overly pink clothes, bedazzled name tag, and glossy pink lips. It's unlike you to be so pink. He recalls you telling him you hate the wretched color.
"So this is where you work, Angel," he hums, toying with the trinkets on the checkout counter.
"Not everyone can survive with racing and sketchy side deals," You mutter. One hand on your tilted hip as you shoot him an annoyed look.
If racing made you enough money, you certainly would not be working in a store that makes you wear pink on every single shift. You could get more involved in the sketchy part of racing, but things are alright for now.
"True," Han stifles a laugh. He grabs a lollipop from the big jar filled with sweets for the paying customers and pops it into his mouth.
You extend a hand to throw away the colorful wrapping, and he places it gently on your hand, fingertips grazing your palm. You're not a teenager to be reacting over such minuscule actions, yet you do.
"What are you doing here, Han?" Han adores it when you say his name that way, pretending to be annoyed by his presence when in reality, you love having him around.
"Wanted to visit my favorite girl," he responds aloofly, carefully gauging your reaction. As he expected, your cheeks redden, and you try to hide it.
"Did you know lying makes your nose grow long," you scoff, rolling your eyes.
"Could be useful," Han says cheekily, causing your blush to deepen.
"If you're not going to buy anything, you can't be here," you shoot with a pout.
You weren't prepared to face Han this afternoon. You didn't get to repeat your affirmation as you do every night you encounter him. His constant playfulness throws you off, not giving you the opportunity to compose yourself.
"Oh no, consumerism got its claws on you," he jokes sarcastically. You glare at him and cross your arms over your chest, which only emphasizes the size of your chest. "Fine, help me find a new jacket?"
You round the counter and motion for Han to follow you toward the men's section. Your coworker will have no problem taking over the checkout counter.
You shoot Han question after question in search of the perfect jacket for him: colors, textures, durability, versatility, sizing, and so on. He responds just as quickly, propping an arm up and leaning against a rack of clothes as he watches you storm all over the store in search of the item that screams Han. He had no intentions of buying anything today but seeing how invested you got it leaves him no choice.
"I quite like this one," you beam, standing Han in front of a full-length mirror. You slide off the jacket he's wearing and replace it with the nice black leather jacket you found for him. Dusting him off, you look into the mirror seeing how perfectly it fits his broad shoulders.
"Why do I feel like you're giving me the most expensive one?" Han asks, looking at himself in the mirror.
He had to admit you picked well. He looks great in the black leather jacket. It didn't have too many buckles to make him uncomfortable, and it wasn't too warm either. The material felt nice and luxurious hence his comment.
"You asked for my help," you shrug, "It's not my fault I have expensive taste. Besides, you look hot in it." You wink at Han through the mirror.
Han tries to hide the smile forming on his lips. You were getting bolder and bolder. He knows about your crush on him; you're terrible at hiding it. Truthfully, he's felt the same from the moment he saw you race. You're oblivious, though, so he likes to tease you.
"I'll take it," Han sighs, refusing to look at the price tag. "Might even wear it on a date."
"Oh, you've got a date?" Your smile falters, quickly regretting picking such a nice outfit that makes him look so handsome. You'd definitely put out if a man wore that to a date and was as lovely as Han. All of your hard work just for another girl to enjoy it. If you catch one of Han's little friends wrapped around the jacket...you will burn it.
"Not yet," he says mysteriously, taking off the jacket and returning to the checkout counter. Han has to get going. He does have to collect his money. Especially now that you've convinced him to buy the expensive leather jacket. 'It's an investment,' he tells himself.
"She'll be one lucky girl," you huff, scanning the tag, carefully folding it, and placing it on a bag. "Don't worry, I'll apply the friends and family discount."
You watch Han go through the display window and hope he was just fucking with you on the whole date thing. You can live with your crush and have him as just a friend, but if he gets a girlfriend, you will not be able to manage it. You scold yourself silently for acting like a lovesick teenager. You're better than that. Right?
Taking the party to Han's club after a race is a must, especially after winning six thousand dollars. You won't have to worry about rent for at least six months, which is something to celebrate.
You park next to Han's car, and he waits for you to enter the plain-looking building. People greet him left and right as they go through the door that pours music and lights each time it's opened.
"You sure are popular," you tease him, leisurely walking towards him.
"Comes with the territory," Han responds without missing a beat. "Ready?" He asks, motioning for you to walk ahead of him.
"Always," you chirp. You purposefully accentuate the sway of your hips, giving Han something to look at.
Being a Friday night, the inside is filled to the brim, there isn't any space for more drunken people. Using your short height to your advantage, you easily find a way to the connecting hallway between this part of the club and the more exclusive one.
Han isn't as lucky constantly losing you from his sight. He's conscious that you are a grown woman capable of making your own decisions and caring for yourself, but he'd feel better being with you.
When he catches up to you at a point, he grabs your hips, pressing you against him, preventing you from getting lost again. You look back, startled, expecting to see a stranger rubbing against you. Noticing this, Han quickly calms you, "It's just me, Angel."
'It's just Han,' you repeat to yourself. You grab onto one of his hands, holding onto your hip, taking full advantage of the situation. Having Han wrapped around you feels like being on cloud nine. If this wasn't his club, you'd be going in circles, so he never pulls away.
With Han holding onto you, the way to the 'not-so-secret' hallway takes longer than usual. Not that you're complaining, though! Han's firm grip makes you fall harder for him. It fuels your imagination on how it would feel in other situations.
Han enjoys this position just as much as you do. He can pretend it's a safety thing as he steers you away from the sweaty bodies of drunks dancing, but it's for his selfish gain.
Having your body close to him reminds him of what he's missing and desperately desires. It started as a little innocent game for Han, knowing you had a crush on him, but then it turned into something more. He likes that you have feelings for him and wants it to stay that way. Han wants your attention on him all the time. His games are over; he wants you.
To your surprise, Han doesn't let go of your waist when you enter the hallway. Instead, he slings one arm around it as he walks beside you. "Maybe we should've taken the other entrance," he smirks.
"And miss the show?" You chuckle, finding a couple making out in the deserted hallway. Neither is willing to admit it's not about the show but about Han's proximity.
Unlike all the other times in the past you've partied with Han, he doesn't let go of you for more than two minutes. You dance all night together, just the two of you, no girls coming up to Han and no guys coming up to you. There simply wasn't a window of opportunity.
"You enjoying yourself?" He says in your ear over the loud music. Your back is against his front as your sway and roll your body to the beat. One of his hands is nursing a drink, and the other is right where it should be, on you.
"I won 6k and have a cute guy buying me drinks and dancing with me. What do you think?" You giggle, turning in his arms to face him instead. The drinks stop you from overthinking and let you wrap your arms around his neck. Faces close. You want to kiss him so bad you're not drunk enough, though, and it's not the way you'd like to do it, either.
"Just making sure," he smiles down at you, hand on your lower back.
The night is long, yet with Han, it goes by so fast. Sooner than you'd prefer, he walks you to your car, no longer holding onto your waist but your hand. There are only a few stragglers left behind who refuse to acknowledge the night is over. You and Han are two of them.
Reaching your white and red, modified skyline Han opens the door for you. With one arm propped against the open door and the other extended onto the roof, Han cages you against your car. Before you get in, you turn to face him, finding the bravery to do something you've been thinking about all night.
"Thanks for tonight, Han. I had fun," you say softly, suddenly feeling shy.
"Anytime, Angel," he responds smoothly, brushing his fingers on your naked shoulder. The jacket you wore earlier was discarded somewhere in the bar. An excuse for Han to see you outside the races.
"Well, goodnight." Gathering every particle of bravery, you stand on your toes and peck his lips softly.
It's only a tiny, innocent kiss, yet it makes Han close his eyes. It happens too quickly for his liking. You have been growing bolder, bold enough to kiss him. He needs to step up his game.
Taking advantage of his distracted state, you close your car door and rev the engine. On the drive to your apartment, you squeal in excitement. Fingers ghost over your lips, replaying the small kiss over and over again.
Another chance at a race becomes available only days after your win. Men love to challenge women, especially those who are winning, much like you are.
They hate seeing you be successful, but it doesn't bother you in the least. It's another opportunity to win cash or a car, which you can use for parts and sell what you don't need.
As you roll up to the starting line, Han approaches your window, leaning down to duck his head in.
"Come to give me a good luck kiss?" You speak playfully, lips turned up into a smile.
You two haven't talked about what happened at the club and have continued to act as you usually do. He's been more touchy with you, though, often trying to find a way to be close to you. Being the lovestruck fool you are, you've encouraged it, finding those ways to let him be close.
"We both know you don't need luck. You've got this in the bag, Angel." Han speaks encouragingly, "Tell you what, though. You win, and it's yours."
"Making me earn it, I see," you laugh, shaking your head. "Alright, you've got a deal. See you on the other side."
Han is confident you'll win. With a last reassuring tap on your door, he steps back, finding his place in the crowd.
Your opponent finally drives up to the starting line, sending you an unnecessary nasty look you laugh at. The flag girl stands between the two cars, her dress leaving nothing to the imagination. You respect it. They are a lot more confident than you are in that department.
You are off when the word 'go' falls from her lips. You knew this track by heart, having raced it so many times. You knew exactly when to hit the gas and when to press the brake to get the car to swerve.
Han's full attention is on your race, and when your car disappears to another level, he takes the elevator up to the top floor, where the finish line is. Watching you race is interesting. You always come up with ways to confuse your opponents.
With a bag of chips, he anxiously waits for your victory. Regardless of your ability to race and win, your races make him nervous. He cares about you, and so many things can go wrong.
The noisy crowd gets louder as the sound of tires screeching gets closer. In seconds, your car swerves onto the top floor, again marking you as the victor. There's not a scratch or bump in your car. Your opponent arrives shortly after with dents and long scratches in his paint.
The crowd cheers loudly for you, coming up to you to congratulate you and tell you how cool you looked. Your opponent comes up to you and hands you his keys with a scowl. You shrug it off. A deal is a deal.
Winning leaves you on a high, a feeling of invincibility wrapping around you. You've learned to control it because that feeling caused a big loss years ago. You get distracted by the people around you and forget Han's promise. It's funny because it was the only thing running through your head while you raced.
"Good job out there," Han says, catching up to you later in the night once the hype died down.
"Why, thank you!" You chirp, closing the hood of your car and leaning back to sit on it.
"I believe I made a promise," Han mentions, stepping close to you until you're face to face, only a few inches between the two of you.
"You did," you nod, biting your lip.
Han notices this, bringing a hand up to cup your face, his thumb tugging your lip loose from the tight hold of your teeth. The other wraps around your waist, pulling you close. You slide on the warm metal of your car, placing a hand on his chest to brace yourself as Han settles between your legs.
"I'm a man of my word," he whispers, finally leaning down to press his eager lips against yours. Han is greedy for many things, and your lips are one of them. Ever since that night at the club, he's wanted to smash his lips against yours, to feel you close, taste you.
Your eyes instantly flutter close, fisting Han's shirt in your hand as if afraid he'll pull away too quickly. The kiss starts slowly as you both test the waters, but it soon becomes not enough. Han tilts his head, deepening the kiss.
It's an electric shock that consumes him and doesn't let him go. This is the result of Han holding himself back, and you made it worse when you gave him a taste the other night.
Han slips a hand under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. You gasp against his lips, arching your back as his cold fingers catch you by surprise. It serves as an opportunity for Han, his tongue pushing past your pouty lips, savoring the moment.
You gave into him, offering everything you have in exchange for this moment. His warmth wraps around you, burning you from the inside out. The need to breathe makes itself present too soon and becomes far more demanding than the need for each other's lips.
Han pulls away, your bottom lip between his teeth. You're breathless, as if you ran a marathon. You feel lightheaded, intoxicated by Han, who continues to peck your lips softly. He might be addicted already. The tips of his fingers draw soothing circles on your lower back, grounding you in the moment.
"So this is what winning feels like," you breathe out, smoothing Han's shirt with your palms. A futile way to hide their shakiness.
Han laughs, pressing his face against your neck and leaving a fleeting kiss behind. "Appears so, Angel."
A perk of being Han's friend is using his garage whenever you want. The days of paying for a spot to fix your car in a stranger's garage are far in the past. At the moment, you've spent the most part of the afternoon upgrading your car. The car you won on your last race sits beside yours with the hood popped open as you switched around pieces. He had quality parts, and his driving still sucked.
Twinkie, Earl, and the others are scattered around the large garage, working on different things and chattering. You had purposefully picked a spot away from them so you wouldn't get distracted. With work, your time is limited.
Han is on the second floor, leaning against the railing and pretending to watch the first floor and what they are doing. In reality, he is watching you closely.
You're bent over the hood of the car, working on unscrewing a tight bolt, cursing at the man who installed it initially. It's a sight straight out of his dreams. Your Nike sweatpants hung low on your hips, framing your ass perfectly. If he focused, he'd see the dimples on your lower back. His mind ran wild at the thought of pressing his thumbs against them while taking you from behind.
It's been a while since he's slept around. He cut himself off when he realized his feelings for you. What was the point of sleeping around if he wouldn't be satisfied? Those girls weren't you. They were temporary relief. Now, his pants tighten at anything you do. It's like he's seventeen again and unable to keep it in his pants.
He followed the curve of your ass to your arched back and the cropped shirt you wore. The matching crew neck sweater you arrived in is discarded in your car due to the heat. The revealing shirt rose with each of your movements, revealing the band of your baby blue bra. You tug on it for the millionth time today, annoyed.
The strands of hair you curled to frame your face stick uncomfortably to your sweaty forehead. You regret not putting them back into the two braids that fell over your shoulders.
Han needed to rip his eyes away from you before the others noticed. He's been staring for too long, fantasizing about everything he could do to you. To Han, you looked even more beautiful than you did that night with your sparkly dress and makeup. A woman who knows her way around a car is instantly a hundred times more attractive in his eyes.
As he accidentally visualizes you taking his cock from that same exact position, car included, you groan and straighten up. "I need help," you whine to no one in particular. The bolt is not budging, no matter how hard you try.
Han snaps out of his fantasy and springs into action, quickly appearing by your side. You've bent over again, wrench in hand, to give it one more try before giving up. He leans beside you, a hand on your lower back for faux support.
"What's the matter, Angel?" He says softly, one hand propping him up as he looks at the machinery under the hood. It's better if he helps you. He can't continue listening to your whines and groans.
"I need to unscrew those," you point at the bolts giving you a hard time.
Han asks for the wrench in your hands, and you place it in his hand, annoyed. You don't need the help of a man to do this, but it's Han, so you'll take it. You watch him as he places the wrench around the bolt, his arm tenses, emphasizing his muscles hidden by the short-sleeved button-up he wore over a white wife-beater tank.
His hair fell around his eyes as he successfully unscrewed the bolts. Feminism died as you lustfully took in Han, biting your lip. 'What a man,' you thought. You would've instantly refused the help if he had been any other guy.
"There you go," Han says, handing you the wrench. When he spares you a glance, he laughs softly. Good to know he has the same effect you have on him.
"Whatever would I do without you," you purr, shooting him a mischievous smile, "You deserve a reward." That's what it has come to, silly excuses to kiss Han because you're just friends. Nothing more.
Han looks at your lips briefly before snapping back to your eyes. You grin at him, leaning closer to kiss him for his 'hard work.' You know that he's been watching you all this time; you saw it from the reflective surface of the toolbox. Seeing his quickness to help you makes you believe he enjoyed the show.
Your lips brush teasingly against his, and just before Han can grab the back of your neck to stop the teasing, a loud bang tears through the room. Both you and Han pull away to see where the sound comes from, but Han bangs his head on the car's hood in the process.
"What the hell was that?" Han yells, rubbing the back of his head. He's annoyed that he's been interrupted.
"Sorry! The motor I was working on fell!" Earl exclaims from the other side of the garage, unaware of the daggers Han is throwing him.
"Best I get back to work," you quietly say with a chuckle, taking the piece you needed out of the car to bring it to yours.
"Yeah," Han says simply, reluctantly leaving to do his own thing.
Each and everyone that's in Han's garage returns to their business after the noisy interruption. Twinkie turns on a radio, blasting music to drown out the silence and clanking of tools. You work without interruption for the next three hours, giving your car all the love it deserves.
You clean your hands free of the motor oil and grease and search for Han. Your work for today was done. Now that you took anything valuable from the car you won, you had to sell it. You figured Han could do that for you.
"Hey, are you busy?" You ask him, seeing him working on a part by his desk.
"Nah, what's up, Angel?" He questions, dropping the screwdriver in his hand to focus all his attention on you.
Leaning on the desk casually, you begin speaking, "After I replace the bumper and give it a new paint job, can you sell that car for me?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," glancing at the car, Han agrees. It's a popular car in the racing world, and as soon as he gets the word out he's selling it, many offers will pop up.
"You're the best, Han!" You beam at him, pushing yourself off the desk to return downstairs.
"Angel, wait," he calls after you. Being your friend has been fun, yet he needs more. You shouldn't have to come up with excuses to kiss him; you should be able to do it freely whenever you want.
"Yes, Han," you ask softly, tilting your head in question.
Standing up from the rolling chair, he approaches you, "Do you want to go on a date?"
A grin sneaks past your lips before you even process what he said. Instantly, you nod your head, "I'd love to." You could combust at that moment. Finally, after months of pining, Han asked you out.
"Let's go," he smiles, grabbing your hand and guiding you to his car.
"Wait, now?" You furrow your eyebrows.
"Yes, unless you have something more important," he asks, teasing you.
"Nothing is more important, but I'm a mess," you shake your head hesitantly. You spent your afternoon working on cars, sweating, and getting covered in grease. You didn't think it would be in sweatpants when you pictured going on a date. Not to mention the state of your hair.
"No, you're not. If you must know, you've had me distracted all day," Han whispers the last part in your ear, trying to convince you even if it means giving himself away.
"Am I supposed to apologize?" You question, the corner of your lip curving into a sultry smile. You had been right all along.
"No, just agree to the date. Be spontaneous," Han bounces his eyebrows cutely.
"Let's do it," you sigh, hoping you won't regret it.
"Atta girl," Han smiles victoriously.
Han tries to remember the last time he had a proper date. Even with his ex, they just sort of happened. No date ever officially branded as such. It's why rather than asking you and waiting for the day to arrive, he decided to do it spontaneously. It leaves him no time to be nervous or to overthink things.
You slide your sweatshirt back on on the way out to shield yourself from the chilly Japanese night. Han opens the door to his car for you, shutting the door when you slip in. The drive is short as he takes you to a small family-owned sushi place he swears by.
"I'm surprised you eat more than chips and crackers," you joke with him as the food arrives, and he takes a bite.
"I definitely eat more than that," Han replies nonchalantly, referring to something else entirely. It's something you don't catch despite your dirty mind.
A discussion develops when you discover Han always orders the same thing in the restaurant. He's in Japan. He needs to throw himself into the culture and try new things.
Starting easy, you grab a piece of sushi from your plate, "You need to try this."
"I don't know," Han grimaces as he looks at the sushi held in your chopsticks.
"That's not an answer. Open your mouth," you groan, gently placing the sushi roll in his mouth.
You watch him chew slowly, getting a feel for the new food. "It's good," he agrees, liking whatever you had ordered. It was delicious, actually.
"Better than yours, right?" You ask him, knowingly, pointing your chopsticks at him.
"Yes," he rolls his eyes, refusing to give you the satisfaction.
"Told you," you sing, grabbing both plates and placing them in the middle of the table. Now you could each grab from both and share your meals.
The date goes smoothly. It's a wonder why the two of you hadn't gone to dinner before today. You already know Han is attentive and funny but his wisdom surprises you. He's already lived through so much, more than an average person. Despite being a couple years older than you, he retains his youth. That may be why he appeals to a younger crowd as well.
"What was your life like growing up?" You ask him, taking a drink from your Coke. Han ordered another plate of sushi to share, the one you chose earlier.
"My upbringing wasn't the best," he shrugs, remembering his life in California as a teen. "I was always in trouble."
"Why does something tell me that you were the one causing the trouble," you say, narrowing your eyes.
"I definitely was," he chuckles, "But in the end, it brought me here, and I'm happy."
Han believes in the timing of life. He's been after Tokyo for so long. Before stepping foot in Tokyo, he had to go through the Dominican Republic, Rio, Germany, Shanghai, London, and many more places. It was supposed to happen that way, or he wouldn't have met you.
"I knew it," you sigh dramatically, "I've always been into bad boys."
"What about you, Angel?" He returns the question, curious about your past.
"I grew up in a normal Japanese family. My dad's a mechanic, my mom a nurse, and my sister a pain in the ass. I went to school for engineering and graduated with top honors," you tell him, reminiscing on your not-as-impressive past.
"You say that as if it's easy to graduate with top honors," Han chides you, to which you roll your eyes. "Why work retail? Doesn't engineering make you a lot more money?"
"Don't laugh, okay?" You point at Han. When he agrees not to laugh, you continue, "I wanted to be a Formula 1 racer when I was younger. My dad signed me up to participate in smaller competitions, and I was pretty damn good. My mom was totally against it and forced my dad and me to quit.
Fast forward, I'm in college, and engineering seemed like the way to go. Learned about street racing and figured that could be a way back into my dream. It's a foolish thought. The professionals spend years in proper circuits practicing and competing. No one comes with a background of illegal racing."
Han wasn't expecting that answer. He assumed you hated engineering and did it to appease your parents. He wonders why you thought he would laugh. Your dream is nothing to laugh at. Having witnessed your racing, you undoubtedly had the innate talent. "So retail?" He prompts, realizing you didn't answer the first question.
Snapping your fingers, you say, "Right! I figured I'd always have my degree. I'd rather spend my time having fun now; when the time comes, I'll return to that. I do like it, but I'm not ready to commit to a life of 9 to 5's. I prefer spending my time in the wee hours of the night racing. Since I can't be a Formula 1 racer, I'll be a street racer. Much cooler, anyways."
"That takes guts," Han tells you, "I'm glad you're doing it."
You give him a little shrug and a smile because you were too. Despite your childish dream dying when your mom forced you to quit, you're still happy with your life. Especially if you end up with a guy like Han.
Han, being a gentleman, pays for dinner. Before returning to the car, you stop by a convenience store for dessert. Han follows you buying snacks for himself. In search of something sweet, you find a shelf filled with Pocky. You grab the chocolate-covered ones with a plan in mind.
You and Han sit at a table outside the convenience store. It was getting late, so only a few people were around. You open the packet of Pocky, taking out a chocolate-covered stick.
"Have you ever played the Pocky game?" You ask, taking a bite of the treat.
"No. What is it?" Han looks at you curiously.
"Essentially, you grab one end of the Pocky stick, and I grab the other. We have to eat it, but if one of us pulls away, they lose," you respond simply, hiding the game's purpose.
"That sounds awfully like Lady and the Tramp," Han mentions, catching onto your intentions.
Offering him a stick, you say, "Want to play?"
Han smiles at you and grabs the Pocky stick placing the biscuit end between his teeth. You hold the chocolate-covered end and tap his hand to start. You both take it slow, Han opting to stay still as you near his lips. You tilt your head when you're close to his lips, giving him the perfect opportunity to kiss you when only a small piece is left.
You smile into the chocolate-flavored kiss. If you wanted to kiss Han, you could've done it without so many sneaky plans or excuses, but it wouldn't be as fun.
"So, who won?" Han asks when you pull away.
"Does it matter?" You cheekily say, pulling him back in for another kiss.
There's no flaw in your reasoning. Han pulls you close, lifting your legs to lie in his lap. You spend more time than you care to admit making out outside the convenience store.
Han offers to drive you to your apartment since your car needs to be finished. Throughout the drive, his hand is laced with yours in your lap. Small talk flows between you as you continue to learn about each other.
Smoke coming from your apartment building cuts that conversation short. Firefighters stand outside the building, spraying water into the source of the fire. Han steps out of the car with you to ask anyone what is going on.
Noticing the building manager across the street, you approach him. He quickly blurts out all the information he knows. You're one of many of the tenants to approach him. "There's a fire on the sixth floor. We don't know the damage yet. I understand this is your residence, but you need somewhere else to say for the next few days while we asses the damage and inspect the building."
"What am I going to do?" You groan, covering your face with your hands. You worry about where you'll stay and your stuff in your apartment. You have important documents in there.
"You can stay with me," Han offers without a hint of hesitation.
"Are you sure? I don't want to impose." It's nice of Han to offer you a place to stay, but would it be too much at this stage of their situationship. Last thing you want is to push boundaries.
"You're not imposing. Let me help you," Han insists, grabbing your hand to rub soothing circles in it. It's a given he has feelings for you, but before that, you are his friend, and he's not going to leave you out on the streets or sleeping in your car.
Han offers you calming words on the way to his apartment. Your apartment is on the twelfth floor and the other side of the fire. Chances are that your stuff will probably be fine. Whether the building will close for renovations is another matter entirely.
His apartment is just another level to the building he owns. Its entrance is on a more private side. Inside, it's very clean and organized, a surprise since you expect most guys to be messy. Picture frames and knick knacks are scattered throughout the space, giving you more of a glimpse into Han's life.
It's quiet between the two of you but comfortable. Han is giving you time to process what you saw in your building. He offers you his shower if you'd like, and when you brought up you didn't have any clothes, he searched for a clean t-shirt and sweatpants you could borrow from him.
A shower is just what you need as you let the water cascade down your body. Fire aside, it has been a great day, even before Han asked you on a date. Hope fills your being at the prospect of soon beginning a relationship with Han. So far, everything points out it can happen. There haven't been any red flags or hesitation from him.
You change into the oversized t-shirt Han picked out for you and the spare pair of underwear you always carry in your bag. Smart girls know to carry a spare in case of emergencies. You debate about wearing the sweatpants he left for you but choose against it. The t-shirt covers enough.
You shyly make your way out of the bathroom in search of Han. You find him in the bedroom, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket. "The bed is yours," he mentions, eyes briefly trailing your naked legs.
"Where will you sleep?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. If anyone has to sleep on the couch, it should be you.
"I'll take the couch," he responds, as you expected.
"Han, stop being a gentleman and get in bed with me," you say, taking the pillow from his grasp and placing it back on the top of the bed.
He offers you an 'Are you sure?' look, and you nod confidently. He doesn't need to be told twice. Han steps out of the bedroom for a few minutes and grabs a shower. Taking that time, you get on the bed to get comfortable, it's soft, and you sink into it.
You're snoozing off when he returns to the room. Han carefully peels back the sheets and gets under them. Feeling the bed dip, you turn to the side to face him.
Your sleepy mood makes you cuddle up to him without much thought. The smell of his soap invades your senses. Han naturally accepts it, throwing an arm around your waist and hugging you closer, legs intertwined. He kisses the top of your head, finding comfort in the position.
Thankful doesn't begin to cover how you feel. There's this overwhelming sense of security that comes with Han. There is something about him that makes you trust him. Deep down, you know he wouldn't intentionally hurt you.
"How are you feeling?" Han checks up on you before you fall asleep.
"I'm okay. I hope none of my things got damaged," you mumble into his chest, pressing a kiss into it afterward. "Thank you for everything, Han. Your help with the car, the date, letting me invade your bed," you finish with a soft laugh.
"Anytime, Angel," he responds truthfully. If he can help you in any way, he will. Sleep consumes both quickly after, and it becomes the best night you've both had in a while.
The following day you're the first to wake. Han's arms are around your waist, and you feel his breath tickle the back of your neck. He's warm, and you just want to sink into it even more. Your need to pee pries you out of his embrace, though.ย
As carefully as possible, you slip out of his loose grasp and head to the bathroom. Han had picked out a toothbrush for you the night before, which you're thankful for. Shuffling out of the bathroom, you cook breakfast for Han as a 'thank you' for his hospitality.
You pick the ingredients you need from his fridge, careful not to make too much noise. Your progress is slower than you prefer as you get used to the kitchen layout and localize everything you might need.
Soon enough, you drop pancake batter into the pan, and while that cooks, you scramble eggs with veggies. Since it's his kitchen, you assume he'll like what you make. It's his ingredients, after all.
Just after finishing the last batch of pancakes, you hear the patter of Han's feet entering the kitchen. You turn to glance at him quickly and greet him, "Good morning! I made you breakfast, sit!"
"You didn't have to do that," Han says, coming up behind you. He traps you between his body and the stove as if having you close last night wasn't enough.
"Yes, I did! You let me stay here, borrow clothes, sleep in your bed," you flip the pancakes as you count all the nice things he's done in less than 24 hours.
Humming, unconvinced, Han kisses your cheek and thanks you. It sends a tingle between your legs as his voice is raspy and deep from sleep. Your cheeks flare up, betraying you as always.
Han follows your orders and sits by the kitchen table, waiting till you're done to begin eating. With that time in his hands, he observes you. You're wearing the t-shirt he loaned you, which swallowed your frame. Each time you flipped a pancake, it rose slightly to reveal the light green fabric of your panties. Han soaked the sight in and wondered if this was what waited for him in the near future.
His eyes continue trailing down to your thick thighs. He wouldn't mind being trapped between them. Lower and lower, his gaze went from your pretty legs to your varnished toes. Back up, it went as you turned off the stove and approached the table. You weren't wearing a bra under the t-shirt, as your nipples poked through the thin fabric.
Han's glad he didn't notice these things last night, or he wouldn't have been able to sleep a wink. Spreading his legs, he tried to hide the hard-on he was sporting. None the wiser, you sit on the empty chair near him and tell him to eat up.
Shooing the dirty thoughts from his mind, Han thanks you one more time and digs in. It's a lovely morning, with light chatter bouncing between you. Han praises your cooking every chance he gets and even finishes the pancakes you left over but not before drenching them in more syrup. When both of you are done, you clear the plates and place them in the sink to wash.
"Angel, come 'ere," Han calls from behind you.
Mindlessly you walk over to him, wondering what he wants. Han grabs your waist, pulling you to his lap. "Han, what are you doing? I have to do the dishes!" You squeal, holding onto him, afraid he'd let you fall.
"No, you don't," he speaks softly, one hand cupping your cheek.
"I don't?" you prompt, leaning into his touch.
"Let me properly thank you," he offers, lips chasing yours. Han can't contain himself any longer. You've done a number on him, strutting around his kitchen in your underwear. He wants you. He needs you.
You lean into the kiss as you always do, pouring everything you have into it. Tasting the coffee on his tongue, you bring your hand around the back of his neck, softly tugging the long strands of hair. Han groans into the kiss, having missed that sensation.
Repositioning yourself, you straddle Han in the rickety kitchen chair. You feel his hands all over your body, trailing down your back to grasp your ass in his palms. Every so often, you'd resurface to breathe but dip down again and again to continue kissing him.
Han feels himself harden as you rub your center against him deliciously. It's clear as day you want him just as much as he wants you.
"Want to spoil me and fuck me?" You breathe heavily, kissing Han's neck.
"So bold," Han chuckles, his hands wandering under the t-shirt to feel your warm skin, his nails faintly scratching your back, sending shivers down your spine. "Six months ago, you would've been too scared to ask me that."
Six months ago, you would've been too scared to kiss him on the cheek, but you've come a long way. As time passes, you realize your feelings are not one-sided because Han means every word he speaks to you despite his taunting nature. Each and every complement is honest.
"I got tired of waiting around for you," you bite back, nipping his neck and sucking a pretty bruise on it.
Han hisses at the momentary sting, "I thought I was just a friend?"
You laugh sarcastically, picking your head up to stare at him, "I don't let friends kiss me or grope my ass."
"What does that make me then?" Han raises an eyebrow, cheekily squeezing your ass as a smirk forms on his lips.
"Special," you shrug, lips pouty and swollen.
"Because?" He wants to hear you say that you feel something for him. It's a last hurrah on giving you a hard time for fun.
You realize it's time to be honest and come out with it. You stopped hiding your feelings a while ago. Hell, you even asked Han to fuck you. All that's left is to admit your feeling out loud. "Because I have feelings for you, Han Lue," you whisper, brushing the hair that threatens to fall over his eyes.
"That's all you had to say," Han murmurs, catching your lips in a passionate kiss.
The heat rises with each passing moment. Your feelings have now come to a boil and bubbled over. Han picks you up easily and sits you on the kitchen table. He leaves his touch on your naked back to trace the outside of your thighs. It's time to give you precisely what you asked for and what he has been fantasizing about for far too long.
Grabbing the elastic band of your panties, Han slides them down the curve of your ass and your thighs until they are off. He throws them somewhere in the room, the information unimportant for now.
"Han, please," you whine, spreading your legs wider and giving him access to your most private part. You beg between kisses to feel his touch where you need it most.
"So impatient, Angel." Han jabs lightly as his right-hand touches the inside of your thigh. The pads of his fingers brush over your thighs repeatedly, nearing the apex more and more with each stroke.
You gasp as he finally dips a finger into your folds, gathering the slick that formed to spread it around your bundle of nerves. You gasp, breaking the kiss and throwing your head back.
Han sucks on your neck and collarbones as you moan into the air. Slipping a finger into your tight walls, he groans, thinking about how they'll feel around his hard cock.
"Fuck, Han, feels so good," you sigh when Han adds another digit into your soaking core and presses on your clit with his thumb.
"I didn't realize I made you this wet," he says into your neck as you grind your hips into his hand. You must've been wanting this for as long as he has.
"Liar," you respond, staring at him with hooded eyes. The nights you've touched yourself while thinking about him are many. The real thing is a million times better.
Han watches you intently, catching every little reaction you have to his touch. The moans and whines echo through the room and are music to his ears. Without a doubt, there's a wet patch in his boxers as his tip leaks precum from the erotic sight in front of him.
Your walls clenching around him alert him you're close, and promptly after you make it known as you beg him not to stop, except he doesn't listen and stops just as you're about to cum.
"Why did you stop?" You complain, eyes wide in desperate need.
"Want you to cum on my tongue," he responds, stealing a quick kiss before he kneels on the floor. Wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, he scoots you closer to the edge.
His words shoot another current down your legs, no doubt making more of a mess. You wait with bated breath as Han kisses the inside of your thighs, making eye contact with you as he delves into your pussy.
He licks up from your hole up to your clit. You grasp his hair with one hand, pulling the t-shirt up with the other to better look at him going down on you. Your eyes roll involuntarily when Han wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. His long fingers find your opening once more, sliding in effortlessly.
You try to maintain eye contact with Han through it all. If his hair fell on his eyes, you'd quickly brush it back, not wanting to miss his lustful gaze. It spurred Han on to see you crumbling over him, biting your lip as you tried to hide the pretty cries that wanted to fall from your lips.
Han stops licking your clit and slows his thrusting fingers each time you near your orgasm. Time and time again, he repeats this when you're near the edge. Only when your arousal coats his hand he keeps his pace, and as you whine out, 'gonna cum, don't stop,' he slips his tongue into your pussy, tasting your cum directly from the source.
He makes a great example of what his nose can do as it brushes over your clit while he tongue fucks you. You trap Han between your legs as your pussy clenches, your orgasm coming in waves. As you relax back onto the kitchen table, Han continues to lick your puffy center, being careful with your sensitive nub.
When he stands, you fist his t-shirt, smashing your lips together, tasting your essence. "Let's take this to the bedroom," Han pants. You nod eagerly and squeal when he picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist.
You leave a trail of kisses on his neck as he makes his way to the bedroom. Once there, you both fall on the bed, Han hovering over you. He tugs on your t-shirt, "As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, this has to come off."
Without the shirt, he can admire your naked body. A lone finger slides down from your neck to your sternum. It slides to your side near the curve of your left breast, where a small sakura flower is tattooed.
"This is my new favorite thing about you," Han softly says, noticing you staring at him.
The tattoo was an impulsive thing to do. You had wanted a tattoo for years but never knew what to get. After your last breakup two years ago, you got the little flower instead of getting bangs and dying your hair. It has no real meaning to you. It's just a cute flower.
"You're the first to see it since I got it done," you tell him, a laugh bubbling from your lips as his touch on your ribs tickles.
"And I hope it stays that way," he responds. It's an unspoken promise. He wants you all to himself for the foreseeable future.
His finger continues the trajectory down your tummy, lightly going over your belly button before it traces over your mound and dips to touch your clit.
You gasp at the surge of pleasure as your clit remains sensitive from his previous actions. "Gotta say it's not fair that I'm the only one naked," you moan when Han continues to circle your nub.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Han incites you to see what you'll do.
Any remaining shyness you had is long gone as lust replaces it. You kneel in front of Han, who leans back to watch you. Your chest is close to his face, so when you lean closer to grab the hem of his shirt, he sucks one of your nipples.ย
"Han," you whine, arching your back," "Stop distracting me."
Ignoring his mouth on you, you grab his shirt and pull it off. Successfully making him stop his attack on your breasts. You peck his lips and kiss down his jaw.
You take your time kissing his toned chest and stomach. You wish to memorize every part of him. "You're so handsome, Han," you purr, glancing up at him.
Those simple words that spilled from your mouth made his heart flutter. Han is used to being the one to dish out compliments and praise the women he's with. To have you say that is like a breath of fresh air, and he can't wait to have more.
"Fuck, Angel," he groans, grasping your chin. You kiss his palm with a smile that's equally angelic and devilish.
You want to peel two more layers off Han's body and decide to do it all at once. Grasping the band of his pants and boxers, you slowly pull them down, building anticipation.
His cock springs out of its confines, landing on Han's abdomen. You don't hide your curious gaze as you take in his cock. It's so big it makes you bite your lip in anticipation. The tip is a dark pink as it drips with precum.
After you remove his pants entirely, you grasp his cock, feeling the warmth and weight of it. Han breathes out through his nose, a futile attempt to keep his cool. A string of saliva drips from your lips, coating his hard length. Each stroke you made caused a bead of pre to spill from him.
You take it as an invitation to taste him, wrapping your lips around his head your tongue licks the beads of white.ย
Han does the impossible not to push your head down to take all of him. The thought is present, though. You've barely teased him compared to how he teased you, but Han can no longer resist.ย
"I need you," Han groans, calling out your name, not the nickname you've been donned for the past three years.
You don't take it for granted. Hearing your name sends you into overdrive. Han pulls you up to kiss you and lies you down on the top of the bed. He comfortably gets between your legs that hug his waist to bring him closer. His cock brushes your wet pussy, and you both hiss at the sensation. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought of having Han fill you entirely.
"You ready, Angel?" Han asks you. One arm holding him up and the other wrapped around your thigh, giving you a comforting squeeze. Time stops ticking at that moment. It's just you and Han wrapped in each other.ย
"I've been ready for the past month, Han. Fuck me, please," you plead quietly, your fingertips running up and down his back.ย
"Just because you said, please." Han lines his cock up to your entrance and pushes past your lips into your warm center. Relief floods through the both of you, but it soon dissipates, and it's replaced by waves of unfiltered lust.
Han starts fucking into you deep, at the perfect pace. Your eyes involuntarily close as you feel Han's cock stretching you open and filling you like never before. Han kisses your temple and releases sexy moans into your ear with words of encouragement.
'Such a tight pussy just for me.'
'Taking me so good, Angel.'
'Can't get enough of you.'
You echo his words, encouraging him to keep fucking you. Your nails dig into his back as you try to hold on to anything, and your heels dig into his lower back. The closeness between you is intoxicating, your scents mixing and becoming one, his hair ticking your face, his warm skin heating up yours.ย
Han slows the pace momentarily, leaning back on his knees to see your pretty cunt taking his cock. He wants to commit to memory how your pussy spreads to make way for his cock, a white ring on the base of his cock, and how your little clit is exposed and vulnerable to his touch.
The other girls he's slept with only got part of his attention and dedication. He didn't mean to make a huge impression. He only did his job, often choosing to lie back and let them do as they pleased with him.ย
With you, it's different. He wants to give you his all and leave a great impression. He'll do all the work; you can just take it if that's what you want. That's the difference between you and the other girls. He lived to spoil you.
Meanwhile, you fall apart under him, moaning incoherent phrases he can barely make out. He loves hearing them, though. You reach for Han's hand as he increases his pace and grips it tightly.
Han slips his cock out of you, wanting to make his fantasy a reality. You shudder at the empty feeling and whine, "No, don't stop."ย
"Come on, Angel. Get on your knees," Han coo's at you, kissing your pouty lips. "Promise you'll cum soon."
Han positions you on your knees, your back arched as your tits rub against the bed sheets. You huff through it all, desperate to have him pounding into you again. He smacks your ass when you wiggle it to get him to do what you want.
Han enters you in one smooth motion, this position amplifying your pleasure as he hits the spongy spot inside of you more directly.
"Han!" You cry out, fisting the sheets underneath you.ย
"I'm right here, Angel," Han breathes, snapping his hips rhythmically.ย
Just as he visualized, he grabs your hips in his large hands and digs his thumbs into the dimples on your back. With a tight hold, he thrusts into you unrelentingly, and you push back onto him just as eagerly. Your cries are muffled by the pillow you're hugging to your face.
Your pussy swallows him with each thrust, even as it clenches to prepare for orgasm. He can't hold back any longer as his balls clench with each faltering thrust, and your walls squeeze him tighter than ever.
" 'm cumming," you squeal, your legs tense up and shake. Your walls contract and release in a rhythmic motion that sends Han over the edge, your name on the tip of his tongue.
Han pulls out of you, helping you get back onto a comfortable position, and lies beside you, catching his breath. He turns to look at you, and you do the same. You can't hold his gaze long as you furiously blush.
Han laughs, grabbing your hand to lace your fingers together. "You can't get shy now!"
"I can't control it!" You exclaim, hiding your face with the same pillow as earlier.ย
The rest of the day is spent in bed. Han ignores his daily responsibilities and stays in, getting lost in your touch and making promises he hopes to keep.
One Year and a Half Later...
You drive up to the empty parking complex. It's similar to the one you spend your nights on. Driving up the floors, you find Han where he told you he'd be. He leans against the familiar orange car, a bag of chips in his hands. A nice lather jacket covers his arms, making you smile when you remember how he got it in the first place.
"Hey, you wanted to meet me here?" You question, getting out of your car.
Approaching him, you kiss his salty lips and wait for an explanation regarding the random meet-up spot. In the entire year and a half of you dating, he's never asked you such a weird request.
"You feeling up to race?" Han asks you, holding your hand in his.
It's been years since the two of you met, and for the same amount of time, people have been pining you two to race. He denied every request, including the ones you threw every once in a while.
"It's about time," you exclaim, excitement filling your body. "What's at stake?"
There is something up Han's sleeve. You know that much. There is something he wants from you if he suddenly wants to race you. He could just ask. You'll give him everything he desires. You play along, though.
"Winner gets the other's car," he offers, pushing himself off the car to wrap his arms around you to hug you, his thumb soothingly brushing over the spot where your tattoo is. He last saw you when you left for your new engineering job early in the morning.
"You're willing to sacrifice your car?" You chuckle, implying you are going to win.
"It's only fair," he shrugs, kissing your cheek.
With one last peck, he lets you go and gets in his car. You follow his lead, lining up your car to the imaginary starting line. Han sets up a timer, and once it went off, both cars lurched forward at high speeds.ย
You focus on the race, forgetting it's Han you're competing with. You've been dying to go against him for so long, desperate to find out who was the better racer between the two.ย
As expected, Han makes it hard for you. The race is neck and neck as you drift up the floors of the building. Whenever Han takes the lead, you find a way to get ahead. You see the end near, and Han threatens to surpass you, but with one last boost, you keep your position, winning the race.
You leap out of your car, feeling the high of the race. No one has kept you on your toes for so long. It's a satisfying win. Han walks out of his car more calmly, smiling, happy to see you celebrate. It didn't matter to him that you were better. You deserved it.
"I can't believe I won," you exclaim, jumping into his arms as he spins you around.
"I can, and I'm so proud," Han says, kissing all over your face.
The race's prize is forgotten as you celebrate, but Han reminds you by handing you his keys, "A deal is a deal." You take the keys from him as a mere formality. You're not taking Han's precious car. Racing him is enough for you.
The weight of the keys is strange to you. They tend to be much heavier. Opening your palm to inspect them, you see that his keychains and spare keys are missing. In their place is a diamond ring.
"Han, what-" you stutter, whipping up to look at him.
"My car is yours. I figured I could be yours too. Will you marry me?" Han takes the keys from you, getting down on one knee and removing the ring from the holder.ย
From all the possible scenarios you had in mind from this clandestine meeting, Han's proposal was not one of them. Nevertheless, you have your answer instantly.
"Yes," you nod, choking back a sob.
Han grabs your hand and slides the ring onto your fourth finger. It's a perfect fit, just like Han. You drop down in front of Han, ignoring the dirty floor, to kiss and hug him.
Han kisses away your tears, a smile permanently etched on his face. He never thought he'd see the day he would settle down, but this past year has been near perfection with you, and he doesn't see himself with anyone else.
"Did you let me win to set this up?" You ask him later that night. His arms are wrapped tightly around you as you lie on his chest.
"No," he answers simply, kissing your head.
"You let me win," you then say assertively.
"No, I did not, Angel," he answers again, hiding his smile in your hair.
"I don't believe you. We have to race again," you tell him, lifting your head to glance at him.
"I don't have a reason to. I've got everything I want right here. Take the win, Angel," Han tells you sweetly, his fingers playing with your ring.
"For now," you huff, settling back down and cuddling up to him.
Fin.ย
thank you for reading! i didn't mean for it to be this long although i'm sure you guys are not complaining!
this was so much fun to write. guys like i am in love with han lue, i've spent hours on tiktok watching han lue and sung kang edits. i need help! tell me i'm not the only one like this!
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Reader and Ghost making a sex tape๐คญ
๐๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐
โธ PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader
โธ WARNING(S): explicit sexual content; instructional masturbation, unprotected p-in-v sex and other things
โธ FORMAT: a hybrid of headcanons and expanded description; word count less than 1k
โ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? โ
๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.
๐๐๐๐ก, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Simon looks at you, rapacious. Dark, greedy eyes with pupils dilated โ wide, so fucking blown to hell โ that they eat up whatever color's left of his irises. He's taking in every single one of your features like youโre not about to be immortalized by the camera within a matter of moments. It makes you feel exposed, on display.
Vulnerable. Naked.
And you havenโt even gotten undressed yet.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
Nothing big-budget by any means; it's about as small-scale as a production can get. Just enough to cover the basics: you, Simon, and the video already underway on his phone, recording the first few seconds of unusable footage that heโs going to have to cut later once he figures out the whole editing process. Itโs a relatively humble set-up. No bells and whistles necessary.
You thought he'd say no. Expected it, even. A man as private as himself doesn't agree to an act as incriminating as this even if the final product isnโt meant for the pleasure of anybody else's viewing. The scars on his body, the sleeve of tattoos wrapped around his left arm โ those are recognizable markings that can be traced back to him if it were to ever get leaked.
But he hadnโt immediately refused. Had mulled it over for a beat before saying: โ Just from my neck down. Can't be arsed about the rest of myself. But my face? That's only for you. โ
โ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. โ
โ ๐'๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
, โ he husks, voice rasped low. The words roll down your spine. Direct, specific. It's a simple instruction. Easy enough to follow.
(1) ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: Simon doesn't want to imagine this in his head anymore; he wants to know exactly what you look like when you're alone, when you're dipping your fingers into the wet clutch of heat between your legs โ because you do it if you're missing him a little too much, those nights where his side of the bed feels just a tad bit colder than usual and thereโs nothing else keeping you company except for the indecent thoughts of how your own hands donโt feel quite as good as his.
(2) ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. Heโs got his fingers โ thick and warm (and unfortunately not inside you) โ splayed over one of your knees, currently holding you open within frame when he squeezes in warning. The video needs to capture every expression passing over your face. Can't miss a single one.
(3) ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. Simon doesn't do much of that when you two usually have sex, but he knows that you prefer the audio part, to be able to listen, over the visual of you touching yourself. So he does this out of frame: tells you when to speed up, when to slow down, rub at your clit just a little bit harder, more pressure until you're shaking, sobbing, (โ Fuck, Simonโ โ), while chasing an orgasm that can't come fast enough. (And he'll growl, a deep rumble of a praise, โ There we go. โ)
โ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. โ
(1) ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Simon swipes the phone from its position on the nightstand. He needs to make sure he's recording this up-close. So he points the camera down, diligently shooting the moment your cunt starts eagerly enveloping the head of his dick, the shaft, all the way down to the base. Christ he'll never get tired of that โ the full length of him disappearing into you on that first stroke, and then every time after that, each thrust sending him just a little more deeper than the last to the point where the fat tip's just barely kissing your cervix.
(2) ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Nothing beats you riding him. Not that he wants you to do most of the heavy-lifting. Simon just finds that it's the best to film from. Ease of convenience. And, a flattering angle that he knows you'll be pleased with when you see it yourself, because the camera loves you almost as much as he does.
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐: โ I donโt like it. Lightingโs shite. Yeahโweโre just gonna have to make another one (an excuse to do it again). No, donโt delete this. I wanna go through it, see what we can do better. โ And he does, in the privacy of his quarters when heโs gone โ Saint Petersburg, Copenhagen, Dublin โ while fisting his cock with a heavy hand, his palm all spit-slick in a way that'll get the job done but isn't even remotely a close substitute for the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. The video might be dim and kind of clumsily made, but he's still fond of it, languidly jerking himself in time to the thrusts he sees โ it's through a tiny screen, almost swallowed by the massive fingers curling over edges of the phone in his other hand โ he's filling you up, stretching you open more, every time he rocks his hips into you. And then he spills over his fingers, guttural moans as he finishes before he even reaches the last leg of the video.
It's a lie. He does like it. A lot.
He's just upset that he doesn't get to finish inside you the way he did on camera.
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Skz/ Dom!Bang Chan x Sub!afab reader - Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI!
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Word Count: 5,257
Tags: Dom/Sub dynamics, penatrative sex, degradation, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, breath play (mild), oral sex ( f & m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (reader), breeding??, creampie, established relationship, after care.
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Notes: This is my first ever Skz AU, and I'm nervous but excited to share. Please be nice! Also, i posted this from my phone, so I'm sorry if the formatting is odd or anything. I'm kinda new to posting on here.
This is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect or portray any of the members in real life!
I do not own the picture attached, credit to the owner. (Found on pinterest)
You woke up in a panic as your eyes searched for the glowing numbers on your alarm clock. As your vision became less blurry, you realized that it was still Sunday and you didn't sleep in and nearly miss work. Thank goodness. You've been trying to get rest whenever you could as of late. Your job was draining you beyond belief, and you had very little things that could help you relax, especially since Chan was always busy with work. You laid still for a while, staring up at the ceiling and pondering the possibilitiesโฆ What could you do? How could you relax?
Without coming to a full thought you decide to pull yourself out of bed. Your naked feet felt cold against the hardwood and Goosebumps covered your naked legs. Chan always kept the air conditioner at 63 degrees and if you ever changed it he'd lose his mind. You pulled your feet lazily across the floor and let out a big yawn and stretch, stumbling a bit as you became lightheaded. Once you were steady you continued on your mindless journey to Chan's studio. The door was closed as always and you could hear a beat blaring from the speakers. Chan didn't like to be interrupted while he was mixing and told you to only knock if it were an emergency. You stood at the door mulling over your thoughts trying to think of the exact reason that you were going to knock on the door but nothing came to mind.
Fuck it.
You lifted your hand to knock but swiftly stopped once you heard the music on the other side stop. You took a step back with furrowed brows as you figured he was probably editing a section of the track. To your surprise the door swung open and your fiance towered over you as he took in the sight before him. You stood there clad in one of his t- shirts and pink lace panties as you stared up at him.
"I had a feeling you were out here. What're you doing? Eavesdropping? " a grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he took a step forward to lace his strong arm around your waist and pull you into him.
"I wanted to see you but I heard you mixing so I just kindaโฆ stood here. " Your sleepy brain spilled the truth immediately since you didn't feel the need to hide from him.
"You're always welcome into the studio, love." Your arms snaked around his waist as you hugged him sinking into his toned torso. " Well, I know I told you I don't like being interrupted but still, I always want to see my baby."
"I just woke up and I justโฆ I don't know what to do with myself. It's only six o'clock and I'm just bored." With a sigh you loosen your grip around his waist.
"Hm, how about this, I'll finish mixing this song and then we can do something. Maybe order some take out? Play a board game? Whatever you'd like." Your big eyes glance up to him looking down at you with a sweet smile.
"How long until you're done?"
"Uh, give me thirty minutes, okay?" With another long sigh you let go of your fiancรฉ completely.
"Okay." With a mumbled 'thank you' leaving his lips he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before letting you go and watching you as you slowly stalked back into your shared bedroom. You figure that you'll just spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through your phone looking at TikTok or something while you wait for Chan to finish up. That was until you accidentally pressed the Tumblr app on your phone and your old Stay account lit up your screen.
Oh
You had forgotten about your account, ever since the world blessed you with actually meeting, dating and now being engaged to your bias you didn't see any use for it. Of course you were still a fan but you see the boys as your ordinary friends now instead of world famous idols. Even with this logic fresh in your mind your finger began to scroll and you ended up getting lost in what used to be your world.
It's been two hours and Chan is still mixing. Usually this would bother you but you were too immersed in your virtual world to care. You were going back into your likes and reading all of the disgustingly sexy fan fictions that you liked three years ago. Some about Felix and Hyunjin but most of them about your fiancรฉ.
You sat straight up when you came across the one. That one fan fiction that you used to go back to every time you needed that sweet release. Everytime you wanted to pretend that your fingers were Chan's, long before you knew what it actually felt like. Your excited fingers quickly pressed 'Keep Reading' as your eyes scanned the screen and arousal pools at your core. You read for what felt like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes. God did you love this fic. It was your dream till this day to get fucked like that by Chan. Rough and unrelenting. Forceful and Primal. You knew he was capable of doing it but only if you asked and God knows that you were way too shy to do that. In your day dreamy haze you decided to send the fan fiction to yourself so that you could have easy access to it instead of scrolling all the way down your likes every time you wanted to read it. You hit share and then sent it to yourself on messenger. It took a matter of seconds to pass and for you to come out of your daydream to realize that you were thinking of Chan so much that you sent it to him. Your heart dropped into your ass and you swear that your brown skin turned bright red with embarrassment. What do you do? How do you come back from this?
You weren't thinking straight, I mean how could you? You just sent your fiance a smutty fanfiction about him. You weren't thinking, you couldn't, you felt dizzy with the pressure that was building up in your head. You thought that maybe you could stop him from seeing it. You opened messenger and tried to unsend it but it only gave you the option to unsend for yourself. It was then when your worst nightmare came true. Chan's small profile picture on the side dropped down to the message indicating that he had seen it. Your heart stopped or at least you think it did. What were you supposed to tell him? Yes, he knew you were a fan when he got with you but you felt like exposing him to your fangirl world would make him look at you like just that, a fan.
You decided to wait. You weren't even worried about being bored anymore because your imagination had been keeping you very very entertained not to mention on edge. You kept wondering if Chan read the fanfiction or if he just looked at it and laughed before starting to work again. Did he love you any less for sending him fan made work? Or maybe he loves you less for even looking at it. Either way you were pretty sure that you were doomed.
"Alright, I know that, that was way more than thirty minutes and I'm so fucking sorry about that. I just wanted the track to be perfect." You jump at the sound of Chan's voice as he makes his way over to you on the bed and sits down pulling your legs into his lap. "We could still order take out, you must be starving."
He smiles over at you and you know that you must look like a deer caught in headlights with how big your eyes are, yet he says nothing. His smile is unwavering and you can't fathom why. Didn't he see what you sent him? Isn't he disgusted?
"Soโฆ? Thai or maybe Italian? We haven't had that in awhile." Chan pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through uber eats mindlessly. "Chicken?"
You decide to take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. If he doesn't say anything about it than fuck it neither will you. Forcing a smile onto your face you try to scoot closer to him and get comfortable. He swiftly welcomes you into his arms and pulls you into his lap so that you can browse together.
"Chicken sounds good but now you got me wanting Italian." You add with a playful forced smile.
"Italian it is, mama." You freeze for a second staring over at your fiancรฉ as he picks an Italian restaurant to order from. He never calls you that, why would he call you that? Are you overreacting? Maybe he just wanted to try something new.
"Do you want your usual?" He asks looking up at you and catching your confused gaze. "Are you alright? "
"Yeahโฆ I'm, uh, fine." No. You were not fine. That was a big fat lie. You were confused but mostly turned on by the new term of endearment. You slowly pressed your thighs together as you heard it echo through your head. The fan fics you read earlier weren't helping either, you were already hot and bothered as it is then he goes and calls you that?
"So, your usual?" You nod your head yes and continue to let your mind race.
"Alright, it'll be here in 25 minutes. Do you wanna watch a movie or something while we wait?" You shrug mindlessly, staring past Chan's face. "Hey, are you alright? You seem off, baby."
Straightening up and looking down at him you smile and try your best to get out of your head, and that nearly works before Chan puts his hand on the back of your neck rubbing his finger along the soft sensitive skin on the side of your neck. "I'm okay" you choke out as the feeling of his big hand on your neck sends chills down your spine.
"Alright, well I'm here if you want to talk, mama." There he goes again. You press your thighs together quickly before getting up off of his lap.
"Let's watch TV, yeah?" Chan smiles over at you as he quickly and nonchalantly scans your entire body taking in your bare legs and lace covered core.
"Sounds good, baby."
The food came and went quickly since the two of you were hungrier than you realized. You watched various random television shows and finished the end of a movie that Chan swears used to be his favorite. The two of you decided to pack it in maybe fifteen minutes ago. You've already showered and changed into a more comfortable cotton pair of red panties and another one of your fiance's shirts. You slid into bed and stared up at the ceiling as you waited on Chan to finish up his shower. You had pretty much forgotten about today's fuck up since he hadn't brought it up to you. It also helped to distract yourself with TV and food but there was still a lingering feeling deep in your chest. Something was off, you just didn't know what. You had noticed that he was extra attentive while the two of you spent time together. He made continuous eye contact that you couldn't seem to keep up with and his hand kept finding its way to the back of your neck. Not to mention that damned name he kept calling you.
The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up to ask Chan how his shower was but instantly went dry at the mouth when you took in the sight in front of you. His dark hair was wet, some strands sticking to his forehead. He was shirtless with nothing but Grey sweatpants on and bare feet.
Holy fuck
You couldn't help but to stare, how could you do anything else with a man like that in front of you. The three years that you've spent together should have prepared you to see him like this. Hell, you've seen all of this man and probably know him better than he knows himself but there was something about the way that he looked right now that just threw you off. It almost felt familiar to you, you just couldn't put a finger on it.
"Do you work tomorrow, baby?" He asked as he looked over at you from under the towel he was using to dry his hair.
"Uh, yeah I do." You could barely get that sentence out as your eyes locked with his. There was a particular gleam in his eye that you didn't quite recognize but you knew he was up to something.
"Hm, I better make this quick then. It would be irresponsible of me to keep you up all night." He throws the towel he was using over to the hamper and starts to slowly stalk over to the bed. "Don't you think so, mama?"
Your brain went to mush instantly as you took in his dark tone and even darker eyes. It was at this moment that you were sure he read it. Everything clicked for you now. The name, the touches, even his outfit, it all came from that one fanfiction.
He crawled onto the bed and over to you slowly like a lion hunting its prey. In an instant he was on top of you. Looking down at you with his burning brown eyes. You couldn't help but to look away and over to the side but that was no use. You felt as his hand slowly snaked up your body and his thumb and pointer finger rested on your chin turning your head to face him.
"What is it? Is my little kitty shy?" You pushed your thighs together involuntarily. "It's just me baby, don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of you. "
"Chan I-" He lifted his finger to stop you from talking.
"What's my name baby?" His tone was dark and demanding as he stared down at you. Dropping down to his forearm next to your head he moved in to whisper into your ear. "I want you to call me by my name when I ruin you."
You were breathless and paralyzed. You racked your brain for the right answer even though you knew exactly what it was. You've called him by his name before so why should this be any different? Why was this so different?
"Chris - Christopher." A dark chuckle left his lips as he lifted himself up to look into your eyes again.
"That's my girl." Turning your head to the side with one finger he wasted no time littering kisses and love bites all over the exposed skin milking small moans from your lips as you desperately pressed your thighs together. "So you want me to break you, huh? "
You freeze as you realize that he's reciting lines from the very fanfiction that you accidentally sent him.
"You want me to fuck you senseless, mama?" He lightly bites at your collarbone before licking up your neck and planting a kiss behind your ear.
"I can do that." His right hand snakes down your body, his nails digging in lightly as he makes his way to your clothed heat. "Oh, baby"
He harshly but slowly rubs on your clothed core taking in the wetness seeping through your panties.
"You're fucking soaked." His eyes burn into yours as he rubs you over your underwear. You try your best to maintain eye contact but you can't help but to let your eyelids flutter shut every time he caresses your clit. "Eyes on me, mama"
You force your eyes open and look up at Chris as he rubs tight circles around your clit using your arousal as lube against your panties. "Let me hear you."
It wasn't until then that you realized that you had been holding your breath. With a shaky sigh you let out a moan and then you just can't stop. The moans just kept falling from your lips and the sound only encouraged Chris to do more. Before you know it he's moved your panties to the side and is tracing lines up and down your slick cunt. He barely touches your clit as he tries to build you up as high as he can. The higher he can get you the harder the crash will be.
"You want to see what you do to me, Jagi?" You frantically nod in response earning a smile from Chris. He pulls his hand away from your core painfully slowly and sits up on his knees straddling you. In one swift motion he dips his sweatpants down and lets his thick cock free from its restraint. You've seen it a million times but right now it feels new. "Look at how hard you've got Daddy's dick."
A moan fell from your lips at the sound of his filthy words. He was always good at dirty talk but this was different. He was playing out a written fantasy right now and your pussy just couldn't take it.
"Chris, please." He looked down at you with furrowed brows as you begged.
"Please what, mama?" He asked as he began pumping his length slowly, teasingly.
"Fuck" you moaned at the sound and the sight in front of you. "Fuck me, please." A chuckle fell from his lips as he watched you squirm under him.
"You're so needy, baby." You groaned at him in frustration. Was he really going to tease you? He was already basically acting out a fanfiction right in front of you. Did he have to add the teasing? You rolled your eyes at him instinctively. You found yourself doing that a lot and usually he thought it was cute but today was different. You watched as his free hand dipped down and grabbed your face and he stared down at you silently for what felt like hours but were merely seconds.
"Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?" He got off of you while keeping a firm grip on your face. "Someone needs to be put in their place.
Without another word he roughly guided you over to his exposed length and tapped the head of his cock on your red lips. "Open your mouth and suck this dick."
You were taken aback to say the least. Chan was the type of guy who was more of a soft dom and didn't demand you to do much, especially not in such a dark domineering tone. You couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. It's like a button was pressed and your mouth was open, your tongue out and ready to taste your fiancรฉ. He smiled down at you and slowly slid his cock into your mouth filling you up to the hilt. His head fell back in euphoria and he hissed a curse into the air.
You bobbed your head slowly at first trying to get him used to the sensation of your mouth around him but clearly he had other plans.
"Come on, you can do better than that." Both of his hands found their way into your curly hair and gripped the root making sure to not pull too hard. He began guiding you and moving your head faster and faster each time you came up from the hilt. It wasn't long before you began to gag around him with every stroke, your eyes watering from the choking.
"Fuck, Mamas, that mouth is filthy." You looked up at him with your big watering eyes as he looked down at you with his dark ones. You wanted to make him feel good but right now his rough nature was making you weak for him. Could it be possible that you feel better than he does right now? Having your mouth be used for his pleasure could be the very thing that drives you over the edge.
He continued to guide your head up and down his shaft until he suddenly stopped. Pushing your head down to swallow him completely. He forced you to stay in place temporarily, cutting off your air supply and making you gag and choke around him.
"Be good, slut, take it." Your eyes began to water, tears flowing down your cheeks. He pulled you up off of him, completely freeing his cock from your mouth. You gasped as he watched you intently paying attention to your body language.
"What's your color?" You had almost forgotten about the Stoplight system that Chris put in place as safe words for you. You were too focused on your pleasure and his to remember much else.
"Green" He smiles down at you before taking one hand out of your hair and grabbing the back of your neck.
"Good" He sinks his cock back into your throat as he holds you down once again cutting off your air supply " You're such a good hole"
His moans and growls are what keep you going as you gag around him. He pulls you off once again before pushing you back onto the bed. You gasp at the sudden change as he grabs your ankles and pulls your ass to the edge of the bed. Wrapping your legs around him he leans down to finally kiss your wet lips. The kiss was passionate and rough like it was meant to mark you. This was the kiss of a man who wanted you to know who you belong to. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip asking for access that you gladly granted. His tongue explored your mouth. He tasted of sweet spearmint and the smell of his pheromones filled your nostrils. You hadn't even realized that you began grinding your clothed core on his exposed cock until he bit your lip with a hiss warning you to stop, but you couldn't. You needed him, you were desperate to feel him. If anything his warning only made you grind harder and faster against him. The feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit was euphoric and you only wanted more as time went on.
"Naughty little toy." Chris growled as he broke the kiss. "If it's my dick that you want then that's what you're gonna get."
Grabbing the back of your thighs Chris swiftly picked you up and turned you both around so that you were against the wall. Your legs tightened around him as you squealed. You've done this position once or twice but it's been so long.
"I'm going to make you fall apart on my cock, mama." He buried himself into the crook of your neck being much rougher this time. He bites at the skin leaving marks that you're sure you'll have to cover up in the morning. He growled into your ear making you moan as you tried your best to grind against him. The both of you were growing impatient but you knew you couldn't move until Chris did.
Finally, he moves your panties to the side and teases your entrance with his cock. "Please, Chris, I need you so badly baby. Ruin me, please." A groan leaves his lips as he looks into your pleading eyes.
"You sound so pathetic, baby. You want to be fucked?" He slips his cock into you faster than he usually does but slow enough to allow you to adjust. "Here you go, kitty."
You cry out instantly moaning his name like your life depended on it. He bounced you on his cock picking up the pace with every stroke. He growled curse words in your ear every time you took him all the way, your walls tightening at the sensation.
"Shit, baby, you're so tight around me." Your head fell back against the wall in pure bliss. "Tell me you like it, let me hear you."
"You feel so fucking good Chris. You fuck me so good." Your praise only made him pick up the pace, turning your moans into gaspy screams.
"Fuck, oh my god, Chrisโฆ yes, please, yes. " Words mindlessly fell from your mouth as he pounded into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead as he fucked you senseless just as he promised.
"That's it, take it baby." His cock was hitting just the right spot and he stretched you out perfectly. The fact that this position felt so new to you didn't help to contain the arousal brimming over and spilling from your pussy. You felt a knot in your stomach and your toes started to burn as you got closer and closer to your release. That's when he said the magic words.
"Don't you dare fucking cum." The words came out as a breathy growl. It wasn't a demand this time, it was a threat. You whined as you tried your best to contain your growing orgasm but it just kept creeping up on you.
"Please, let me cum, Please Daddy I'm so close." He groaned at you calling him daddy, something he loved but would never admit to anyone else.
"Don't you dare." He growled again, making you whine. You tried, you really did but you just couldn't contain it. Your pussy clenched around him sucking him in like a vacuum and that's when he knew. " Y/N, don't you fucking cum"
That's all he had to say to throw you over the edge. The way he said your name with that darkness lingering on his tongue sent a shock straight to your clit. You couldn't stop it, you tried so hard but you couldn't stop. Your legs shook around him as your orgasm came crashing down. He didn't stop fucking you he only picked up the pace once he realized that you had cum. His thrusts were shorter and harder, he was punishing you.
"Oh, you've done it now." He fucked into you like he hadn't had sex in years. He'd gone feral for you and all you could do was cry out as your sensitive cunt got abused by his cock. To add fuel to the fire he snaked one of his hands in between the two of you to rub your sensitive clit as he pounded into you throwing you into an overstimulation spiral.
"Chris I- I can't take it." Tears welled up in your eyes as he made you feel so painfully good. It was so much but somehow you found yourself wanting more.
"Find a way to." Was all he said as he continued to abuse your aching cunt. "You should've listened."
His strokes were getting sloppier and his moans were getting louder as he felt you clench around him desperately. The knot in your core building up again.
"I'm going to fill you up so good." He moaned into your ear as his orgasm creeped up his spine. "Fuck, yes, I'm cumming baby. "
Just like that you felt Chan's warm sticky cum coat your walls. The same walls that were now sore and desperate for release again.
"Yes, thank you, daddy. Thank you." He fucked his cum into with a few more pumps before turning and laying you back onto the bed. You both panted, trying your best to catch your breath. You were in a daze, a happy cum drunk daze. You couldn't believe that he actually did what was in that fanfiction but God you were grateful.
"So, you want to be a disobedient whore, huh?" Your eyes shoot open as your fiancรฉ's dark tone catches your attention. "You needed to cum, right?"
You slowly shake your head yes and a knowing smile is painted on Chan's face. "Then here." His hand pops against your pussy spanking it as his cum drips from your wet hole.
"Cum again." Chris drops to his knees teasingly slow and pulls you closer to him by your thighs.
"Chris I- .. Fuck." Before you can finish your sentence his tongue runs a hot stripe up your cunt. He groans as he tastes both you and himself in the mixture of arousal. "Oh my gosh"
He continues to lick and taste you wrapping his lips around your swollen and sensitive clit. His tongue flicks at the nub with slow and firm pressure keeping up his rhythm as he circles your clit. You turn into a hip bucking mess at the amount of pleasure you are feeling right now. It's so much but you want more. Your hands find a home in Chris' wet hair as you start to grind into his mouth. He hums his approval in response as he moves his head back and forth to give you more friction, the perfect formula. You feel your orgasm creep up your legs and it's moving faster and stronger than any one you've ever had before. Your vision goes dark and the grip you have on Chris' hair tightens as you scream for him.
"Fuck, Chris, I'm cumming." Your high washes over you like a storm. Your body shaking against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his tongue helping you ride out your orgasm. High pitched moans leave your lips and you struggle against his tongue as it continues to taste you. Your vision starts to go white when he finally lets go of his hold over you.
"Such a greedy slut." Chris chuckles as you try your best to catch your breath.
"Are you alright? " He asks as he pulls up his sweatpants and plops down next to you pulling you into his arms. "Take it slow, in and out, baby. "
"I- I'm fine" you finally get out in a breathy reply.
"Good, you were amazing, Jagi" He pulls you into a tight hug and you turn to put your leg over his body as you finally find a comfortable breathing rhythm.
"You were better." Chris smiles down at you with knowing eyes.
"Well, you have your little fan fiction to thank for that. I would've never been that rough with you otherwise. I didn't realize that you like being bossed around so much. " A blush creeps up on your cheeks as you hide your face at the mention of the fanfiction. You had almost forgotten about it.
"I'm so embarrassed. I never meant to send you that."
"Hey, don't be embarrassed." He lifts your chin so that your eyes meet his. "I'm glad you accidentally sent it to me. I want to please you in every way that I can and if you want it a little rougher in the bedroom that's fine. I can do that for you. I'm happy to please you, Y/N"
"Did you enjoy it too?" Chris laughs with a wide smile and nods his head.
"Hell yeah I did. You felt amazing and I really liked topping you like that."
"Good" You say with a blush.
"Okay, well, it's one in the morning so we need to get some sleep but first I know you've gotta be thirsty."
"Yeah, my throat is pretty dry."
"Great, I'll get us some water before round two." With a smile Chris jumps up out of bed and jogs out of the room and down to the kitchen leaving you yelling behind him.
"What do you mean round two?!" You plop your head down on the bed and sigh with a smile. "This fan fiction has created a monster
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