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melobin · 4 months

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જ⁀➴ nuts and bolts 𐙚 sungchan

part of the riize as porn plots series.

summary - your car has been acting up all week so you finally decide to take it to the garage after work, lucky for you there’s only one person there and you’re his last customer of the day.

wc - 4.3k

warnings - mechanic!sungchan x customer!femalereader, dom sungchan, strength kink, size kink, choking, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise, hair pulling, biting, finger sucking, manhandling, face fucking, oral sex f and m receiving, cum eating, heavy use of good girl

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the garage was colder than you expected, even with the shutter door down there was still a chill in the air. you guessed that’s what you got for taking your car to be fixed so late into the evening. there wasn’t many garages that stayed open past five pm, you were lucky to have found the one you did. extra mile, it was a privately owned business, the only one of its kind, so its hours were a little more flexible than the big branded ones. it’s slogan was something along the lines of, we will always go the extra mile for you, so you hoped you weren’t about to be scammed.

when you called up a man answered, he sounded young, he told you that they stayed open till late and that he had no one else booked in for the evening so you could come in whenever. when you got there, you assumed the same man that answered the phone had also let you in, he closed the shutter door behind you once you parked your car inside of the garage.

“thank you for seeing me so late” you spoke as you got out of your car, seven pm wasn’t the ideal time for anyone to be working so you were thankful.

“of course, what kind of gentleman would i be if i didn’t help a lady in need?” you finally looked up at him once he spoke, you weren’t sure what kind of man you were expecting to see but it wasn’t that “i’m sungchan” you smiled at him, introducing yourself back before taking a proper look at him. sungchan was gorgeous, from head to toe. his eyes sparkled as he looked at you, a soft smile gracing his pretty face. soft brown hair styled messily, he’s probably been running his fingers through it all day, he also happened to be insanely tall.

you did wish you didn’t look further down his body though, he must’ve had a long day. his overalls were tied around his hips leaving his upper half only clad by a thin, dirty, white tank top. it stuck to his body, you weren’t sure if it was just that tight or if it was from the sweat that had accumulated against his skin, but either way it fit him perfectly. a little too perfectly, you could see the ridges of his abs through the material and it was hard to miss the way it creased between his pecs. letting your eyes flick to his arms was your downfall, sweat caused them to glisten under the dull lights of the room. they were thick, muscly, they bulged due to the way he had his arms crossed in front of his chest.

sungchan was delicious, in every way. although sitting in a cold garage waiting for your car to be fixed wasn’t your ideal way of spending your evening after a long day at work, you were not about to complain about being left alone with sungchan for a few hours. you noticed the way the corner of his lip twitched from a smile into a subtle smirk once you let your eyes wander back to his face, you knew he’d caught you checking him out but it didn’t phase you; with how he looked, he must’ve had women falling to their feet for him all day long.

“so what seems to be the problem, sweetheart?” sungchan’s head gently tilted to one side, the same sweet smile from before returning to his lips. you tried to ignore the way the pet name made you feel, even though you were sure it was normal to feel nervous over an attractive man calling you sweetheart.

“well” you thought for a moment, realising you didn’t actually know how to explain the problem “there’s been this clicking sound coming from the engine when i’m driving, my friend said it would be good to come and get it checked out”

“has it been going on for long?”

“about a week now, i just haven’t had time to get it checked because all the garages tend to be shut by the time i finish work” sungchan nodded.

“i see, may i have you keys so i can take a look please?” you handed him your keys, trying to ignore the way his veins popped out in the back of his hand when he wrapped his fingers around your keys “you can take a seat in the desk chair over there, no one else is here so you’re okay to stay whilst i work on your car”

“thank you again sungchan” you sat down on the chair that was in front of the small desk just a little away from him, it looked like their reception, or well, what could be seen as a a reception in the small space that wasn’t taken by the car, their own interpretation of one perhaps. there was a laptop on the metal desk, the initial on the screen said s.e, you cursed yourself for being so nosy but you couldn’t help it. “i know it’s not ideal to be working so late” you looked back over at the man who had now popped open the hood of your car.

“it’s no problem” sungchan’s arms flexed as he lifted the bonnet up. you felt both your stomach churn and your mouth water at the site, there was no way you were going to be able to keep sane “my friend eunseok owns the place, it’s just me and him who work here. you sounded desperate when you called so i thought i’d stay behind to help you whilst he went home” eunseok must be s.e, you thought.

“small business?” sungchan laughed, hands working on something near the engine of your car as he looked over at you, quickly noticing the way your eyes were glued to his arm.

“you could say that, we’re just some dodgy, side of the road garage that people think is a scam” you did think it was a scam “but we’re genuine people, we’d never hurt anybody” he looked back down at your car as he continued working on it. “what do you do? you said you work all day”

“family owned restaurant not that far from here, a few people have been away these past few weeks so i’ve had to fill in for them. been working everyday so i never got the chance to properly get my car checked”

“do you enjoy it?”

“i don’t dislike it, it’s just not what i want to do forever”

“what do you want to do forever?” you leaned back in the chair, it moved slightly due to the wheels.

“i don’t know, something exciting” sungchan laughed at your response before letting you continue “anything from an air hostess to a porn star at this point”

“you think being a porn star would be exciting?” sungchan stood up straight, reaching over to get a tool from his box, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. you struggled to tear your own away from his arms though, not being able to stop thinking about how strong he looked.

“not a full blown famous porn star who does coke and fucks guys with medically enlarged dicks” sungchan laughed again, you were begining it really enjoy that sound “an amateur one who works for herself and only has one partner”

“well, if you ever need a partner i wouldn’t mind getting a part time job” you giggled, giggled, at his response, you almost wanted to slap yourself for having such a response.

“i’ll keep it in mind” you thought for a moment “if you ever need a receptionist, just let me know”

“are you trying to recreate a receptionist and mechanic porn?”

“no, i think maybe a porn where the customer thanks her mechanic by giving him an extra special tip would be more appropriate” sungchan poked his tongue against his inner cheek, chuckling at what you were suggesting.

“well sweetheart” he stood up and closed the hood of your car, walking over to where you sat and dropping your keys onto the desk before leaning over you to use the laptop. he was so close to you, the top of his tank top fell down as he leaned over, revealing his toned stomach to your eyes. your thighs pressed together on their own, fuck he was hot. sungchan pressed a few buttons on his mouse before looking down at you, he was towering over you from where he was positioned, hair falling into his eyes “that’s a video i’d rather we kept between ourselves, no one would want to share a pretty little thing like you”

“are there cameras in here?” your voice was quieter than before, sungchan shook his head.

“not one” your eyes fell from his face to his crotch, this was the first time you’d noticed that he was hard, you could see the outline of his cock through his overalls. he was big. your eyes flicked back up to his face before he leaned down and kissed you. it was somewhat of an awkward kiss, you’d imagined the position was making his strain his back due to how tall he was, but it still felt incredible. it was wet, messy, intense, it told you that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. he pulled away not long after, hand reaching down to cup your cheek.

“you know what i think, sweetheart” it sounded as if there was real honey oozing from his voice, you were hooked.

“hmm?” your hands went up to his shoulders, fingers wandering down the skin of his arms, stopping at his bicep. you had to bite back a moan when you felt them flex under your grip “what do you think?” your eyes stayed on his, mouth going dry at the sight of his features growing sharper.

“i think” his hand fell from your cheek to your jaw, he held it softly in his hand before tightening his grip and pulling you forward harshly, your hands went to his chest, his lip were close to yours “i think a girl as sweet and put together as you, secretly likes to be fucked rough” you whimpered at his words, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up off of the chair, pressing you back against the desk when he did. the metal dug into your back but you didn’t care, you were too distracted by sungchan.

“and what if i do?” he leaned forward, tongue poking out and touching the base of your neck, he licked a slow, wet stripe up the skin until he reached just below your ear.

“you should let me do it” your fingers curled around the thin fabric of his tank top.

“please” sungchan laughed against your neck, lips parting so he could press them against it.

“who knew you’d be so easy” he spoke in between wet kisses against your skin.

“i don’t sleep around, sungchan” he lifted his head, hand still holding your jaw. he brought his thumb up to press against your lips, you parted your lips to welcome it into your mouth.

“oh? so i’m a special circumstance”

“i just” you whined, his hand fell from your waist to grip your ass, thumb pulling out of your mouth to press against your bottom lip, wetting it “need you so bad”

“so you’re easy for me?”

��just for you” it came out as a whimper as he squeezed your ass again.

“good girl” his fingers left your jaw and joined his other hand on your ass, he lifted you to sit on the desk, pushing your legs apart so he could stand between them. he pulled you forward until you were sat on the edge of it, chest flat against his as he kissed you again. your hands went to his hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands. you couldn’t help but gasp against his lips when he pressed himself against you, the feeling of his cock against you made your legs feel weak, you were lucky that you were sat down otherwise you were sure you would’ve fell.

sungchan’s lips were rough against yours, his tongue felt hot in your mouth, pressing against yours. he had dominated you with such simple actions, it left you in anticipation for more. from what you’d seen already, you knew he wasn’t going to disappoint, especially not with how small he had already made you feel.

his fingers hooked into the hem of your trousers, trailing under the thin strap of your underwear in the process. he pulled them off of your skin, easily liting you up to pull them off of your legs before sitting you back on the desk. you winced at the feeling of the cold metal against your heated skin, sungchan laughed, letting his lips break from yours as he spread your legs apart a little wider, finger dropping down to press into your slit.

“soaked” he tutted, a smile playing on his lips “want me that bad don’t you, sweetheart” it wasn’t a question, he was telling you that he knew how bad you wanted him and he wasn’t wrong. he slowly slid his finger up to your clit, circling the swollen nub, pressing down on it, you squirmed. sungchan was watching you carefully, how you breathed heavily when he put pressure on your clit, how your fingers trailed down and dug into his arms when he pressed two fingers against it and began rubbing it in steadier, quicker circles. you whimpered when he placed his lips onto yours again, nails digging into his flesh when his fingers moved down your cunt and pressed against your hole.

he pushed his tongue into your mouth at the same time that he pushed his middle finger inside of you. sungchan groaned against your lips when he felt you wrap around his finger, so warm and wet, so inviting. he couldn’t wait to feel the way your walls would squeeze around his cock, you were already such a good girl, he knew you’d take all of him so well. his finger pressed deeper inside of you, your fingers curling into his hair at the intrusion.

“feel so little” he moaned against your lips, finger thrusting into you a few times “gonna feel like heaven when you’re struggling to take my cock” his words, along with the feeling of his second finger pushing into you, made you whimper, you found yourself spreading your thighs further apart, pressing yourself closer to him just to feel his fingers deeper inside of you. sungchan broke the kiss and buried his head in your neck, fingers curling up as he attached his lips to your neck, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. you moaned, walls clenching around his fingers due to the slight pain of his teeth.

he pulled his fingers out of you relatively quickly, not letting you savour the moment of them for much longer. you could only whine when he did, already hating not having some part of him inside of you. sungchan laughed into the kiss before he broke it, letting his lips slowly part from yours, a string of salvia still connecting the two of you. he looked at you for a few moments, eyes focused on the way your wet, swollen lips were parted. deep, heavy breaths falling from them. he wanted his cock between them.

his need got the better of him and he pulled you off of the desk, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he did. sungchan knew how easy it would’ve been for him to simply slide his cock into you whilst you were sat at the desk, but he was too enthralled with the idea of sliding his cock between your pretty lips. he would’ve done anything in that moment to see you looking up at him with your sweet eyes, full of tears as you take his thick cock down your throat. my good girl, he hummed to himself at the thought of it, the thought of what he could train you into becoming if you let him. but that was for another day, not of the day you just met.

“get on your knees for me, won’t you sweetheart?” you didn’t respond verbally, you just found yourself instinctively following his words, letting your knees fall to the cold, hard concrete of the floor below you. it was going to leave you aching and probably bruised, but the sheer amount of need you felt inside of you for sungchan clouded your better judgement. your mouth watered at the thought of having his cock on your tongue and that was enough for you to ignore any pain “so compliant and sweet” his hand found its way to your jaw, thumb pressing against your bottom lip “such a good girl”.

sungchan was still fully clothed when you sank to your knees, you waited for him to let go of your jaw before you changed that. fingers finger the sleeves of his overalls that he had tied around his waist in order to keep them on his body, they fell to the floor with ease, revealing the bare lower half of his body to your surprised eyes. you hadn’t expected him to have nothing else on under them, it shocked you that you were greeted with his hard, bare cock but you couldn’t complain, seeing him only made you want to taste him more.

“you’re so big” it came out as a whimper as you wrapped your hand around his cock, sungchan had to hold himself back from moaning when he saw how small your hand looked around it. he couldn’t find it in himself to take his eyes off of you, especially not when you took his cock into your mouth, lips wrapping around the thick head. sungchan groaned as your warm mouth consumed him, hands finding your hair immediately, needing something to grip onto as you sucked his cock.

you wanted take all of him into your mouth as soon as possible, feeling an undeniable craving for his cock that needed to be helped, one that could only be fixed by swallowing around his cock and getting to taste every drop of precum that seeps out. you got what you wanted too, once his fingers found your hair they stayed there and it wasn’t long until his hips were bucking forward against you, cock inching deeper into your mouth with each thrust. he still kept his eyes on you, mesmerised by how eagerly you were taking him.

“sweet fucking mouth was made for my cock fuck” he groaned as he spoke, fucking your mouth a little quicker, squeezing your hair a little tighter as he did, he didn’t want to cum though, he couldn’t, he needed to wait until he had your cunt wrapped around his cock first. “if im cumming today then i’m cumming inside of your sweet little cunt, not your mouth, sweetheart” his grip on your hair tightened a little, he pulled you to your feet by it, the action made you wince but it only made you wetter. the roughness, the manhandling, it’s something you had never experienced quite to this intensity before but you loved every second of it, even more so because it was from sungchan.

you were unsure on what he was doing when he moved you, but you quickly realised when he pressed your front down against the hood of your car, hand only leaving your hair once the side of your face was pressed against the cold metal. his hand found it’s place on your back, other hand wrapping around his cock so he could guide himself into you.

“hope every time you get into this thing you think about the way i fucked you over it” he pressed the tip of his cock against your cunt, head slowly inching its way inside of you. the stretch made you moan, you desperately searched for something to grab on to but you found nothing, instead your hands balled together in fists near your head “sweet little thing like you needs to be thinking about how she got fucked brainless over her own car” sungchan pushed his cock deeper inside of you.

you could feel every inch of his cock, every vein that bulged out was pressing into your walls due to how tightly you were clenching around him. sungchan thought the way you were reacting to his cock was cute, god he needed to wreck you. he had to press his cock all the way inside of you, he was too curious to find out just how perfectly you’d wrap around him and how sweet you’d sound when you take him. well, you took him perfectly. to him, your pussy felt as if it was made especially for him, as if god took his time creating you so you’d be able to take him perfectly.

he noticed the way your hands were balled in fists, how you still manically searched for something, anything to hold on to as he slowly moved dragged his cock between your walls. he leaned over you, cock shifting deeper when he did, his hands wrapped around your wrists, one in each hand, before he stood up properly. he had your arms stretched out behind your back, letting your hands wrap around his as he thrusted into you a little harder, testing the waters. he groaned as you clenched around his, wetness seeping out of you as he thrusted into you again.

the side of your face was still pressed against the hood of your car as he began fucking you properly, enjoying the way your desperate moans echoed throughout the garage, they mixed so beautifully with the sound of your cunt getting fucked stupid. wet, raw, squelching sounds came from where his cock was entering you repeatedly, the sounds bounced off of the walls and back to sungchan’s ears. any sound that came from you was beautiful, it took everything in him to not press his cock deeper inside of you and spill his cum into you then and there.

though, sungchan knew he wasn’t going to last long, there was no way he could with the way you were squeezing around him. the feeling of your cunt as well as the feeling of your lips from earlier on had him edging close with each thrust. but he wanted to fuck you for just a little bit longer, wanted to have his skin slapping against yours and feel your nails dig into his flesh a little more. you were lost in the way he was fucking you, everything felt so good, so intense. he stretched you out perfectly, pounded the tip of his cock against every part of you that had your thighs shaking and your cunt begging for a release.

you were more focused on him cumming though, wanting to feel him spill every last drop of his cum inside of you, wanting him to fill you up until it was dripping out of you. it would be a memory you’d never forget, so you wanted it out of him as soon as possible.

“sungchannie” you whined, head spinning at the sound of your skin slapping together “need your cum” sungchan let out what sounded like a moan, it was delicate and pretty yet so sinful “need you to fill me up” your voice was completely broken as you spoke to him, it just drove him to the edge. sungchan moaned when he let himself go, cock still fucking into you relentless as he let his cum shoot inside of you, fingers holding onto your wrists in what felt like a death grip. he’d tried his hardest to look down at where the two of you connected but he found himself throwing his head back, finally letting his orgasm take control of all of him.

he was silent as he stilled inside of you, the only thing you heard from him was heavy breathing. you weren’t sure what he was thinking but you were glad he’d given you what you wanted. but what he wanted, was to make you cum. there was no way he could let you leave without cumming, what kind of gentleman would he be if he sent such a pretty little thing on her way without having at least one orgasm.

it happened all too fast for you to process. you felt empty when sungchan pulled his cock out of you, it felt cold, but that changed when you felt his fingers press against your cum soaked cunt. he’d dropped to his knees, both hands moving to grab the sides of your ass so he could press his face against your pussy, tongue slipping out of his mouth so he could taste you. he moaned against you, lips being covered in your slick and his cum as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on the swollen nub and letting his tongue flick over it. with how well he fucked you, you knew you wouldn’t last long.

“sungchan, fuck” you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter, his tongue never stopped flicking against you, lips never leaving your clit as he let you cum into his mouth sungchan savoured every drop of your cum mixed together, groaning at the taste the two of you had created. it took him a few seconds to stand up, hands coming down to pull you off of your car and settle you in front of him. he looked down at you, a playful smile dancing across his lips.

“might have to call you up about that receptionist job, i know my friend would love you”.

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pr0cyon-lotor · 11 months

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Cuteness Aggression: Fuh'fin's first time meeting humans

The Yimex were respected warriors on the intergalactic scene. They are apex predators by galactic standards. Their muzzles were filled with sharpened teeth fit for ripping flesh apart or even incapacitating their prey. Their agility was unmatched by even most machinery. Their sharp and attentive eyes could see more clearly in dark environments, especially thanks to their mask-like fur pattern.

By all means, they were terrifying to every other race. But since their inclusion in the galactic council, they've pulled back on their once-feral nature. Once they met more alien races and realized they held the same beliefs as their people, they agreed to join.

The Yimex were terrifying beyond a doubt, but they had honor. They only attacked if they were threatened, and they wouldn't lose. That's why they were so respected throughout the greater galaxy. They also started taking jobs as protectors and guards for other races.

The Yimex were highly intelligent and could learn how to use tools and weapons rather quickly. And they also had a grand sense of protectiveness, especially toward smaller creatures and their own. They were gentle protectors once one got over the initial fear.

Fuh'fin was a Yimex. He was a guard sent to escort a crew of the newer race added to the council. Humans, if he remembered correctly. He hadn't heard much about them other than that they were apparently considered apex predators, much like the Yimex. Their intelligence was revered by many; however, their biology was much smaller and unfit for war.

Ambush predators perhaps? How interesting...

Fuh'fin couldn't deny that he was quite excited to meet these humans. He was always interested in meeting other beings from different races. The Yimex were social by nature, and by his understanding, this job was going to be a rather long one. He was excited, yet worried that these humans wouldn't share his excitement.

From what he saw, their politicians were quite serious. What if their entire race was like that? Fuh'fin hoped they weren't. He hated jobs that were quiet and purely business. Yes, he could bear it, but it was agony. The Yimex were energetic and always eager to socialize. He hoped this new race would share that desire.

Well, no mind to that. He had to seem proper. He had to seem serious; he was working.

Fuh'fin walked along with his supervisor. He had to look up at him while he explained this assignment. Yimex were naturally quadrupedal, although they could stand bipedal, but it wasn't very comfortable.

"These humans are from a carrier company on earth. Apparently, they wanted to have a guard just in case. They seemed rather eager to have you come with them for whatever reason," Fuh'fin's supervisor said plainly while looking forward.

"May I ask why?" Fuh'fin felt a bit curious about why he was picked. Not that he wasn't a good guard. It's just other races; we're still quite scared of the Yimex. It's not every day that he is asked for a job that's not life or death.

"They said you reminded them of a creature on their home planet," his supervisor said with a shrug. They did seem as curious as Fuh'fin felt. Maybe he should ask once he meets the captain.

Fuh'fin looked over at the ship they were approaching. Sleek and minimalist on the outside, giant thrusters on its side—rather intimidating, if you ask Fuh'fin. Serious and slightly terrifying.

Fuh'fin looked over at the letters on the ship's side. His translator worked quickly and translated the text as "USS Bartholomew". Was that a warrior from their race? He wasn't sure about the humans, but many ships from other races are named after warriors. It was interesting; maybe that was something Fuh'fin could use as a conversation starter.

Footsteps took Fuh'fin away from his thoughts. He looked over, and finally he saw the human,who he guessed was the captain. He had an expression that Fuh'fin was told meant the human was feeling positive. A smile, if he remembered correctly.

"Good day. I'm the captain of the USS Bartholomew," the human said with a calm tone. He brought his hand out to Fuh'fin's supervisor. It was a human greeting, a sign of peace. "The pleasure is mine, captain," his supervisor said plainly, shaking the human's hand.

Ah! He should shake his hand as well. After all, it was a greeting. Fuh'fin finally stood on his hind legs. The Yimex were long-bodied, so once they stood on their hind legs, they towered overall.

Usually, that terrified other races—a tall, looming predator looking down on you. Yet, this human didn't react more than a slight widening of the eyes. Except it wasn't in fear. Fuh'fin saw the humans' pupils dilate when they looked at Fuh'fin. Wasn't that something that happens to humans when they see something attractive or pleasing to the eye?

The human made a coughing sound and trained their face into a calm expression. Yet Fuh'fin could smell dopamine suddenly. A black market stimulant, but he was told humans release it when they're happy. What a strange race!

"I'm Captain Gonzalez," the human said with a smile as they extended their hand. Fuh'fin shook the hand with his paw. He could feel the human's heart beat accelerate as his paw pads made contact with the human's hand. The smell of dopamine increased and is now joined by the scent of oxytocin. Another black market stimulant: how many black market substances do humans produce naturally?

"I'm Fuh'fin of the Yimex, Captain Gonzalez," Fuh'fin says with a calm tone. The captain stared at him for a moment before their eyes suddenly gained the light of consciousness again. "You– you are a part of the crew; you can call me Hugo," the captain said with a nonthreatening sound, a laugh?

"Come with me; I'll show you around," the captain said with a smile, waving his hand for Fuh'fin to follow him. Fuh'fin settled again on his four legs and followed the captain. They boarded the ship.

In the new environment, Fuh'fin sniffed around as they walked. He was trying to get used to the new smells. As the captain led Fuh'fin through the corridor, a sweet scent reminded him of the fruit of his mother planet. Subconsciously, Fuh'fin let out a few dooks of happiness.

Then a loud metallic sound startled Fuh'fin. He whipped his head around toward the captain and smelled him. The smell of blood filled the air. "Captain! What happened?" Fuh'fin stood on his hind legs to grab the captain's shoulders.

The captain had punched a wall. It was pure metal, yet he left a dent. Was he angry at Fuh'fin for making a sound? No, the smell of dopamine was strong. He was happy, but why would he punch a wall?

"Captain?" Fuh'fin said softly. He heard Hugo take a deep breath, and then he moved his hand away. "Sorry, cuteness aggression," he said with a smile. He cradled his hand with his non-broken one. Blood spilled from his knuckles.

Cuteness aggression? What was that? Why would it merit punching a wall? Why was he feeling it?

"Let's take this time to show you the medical deck and get you a new guide while I get patched up," the captain said with a laugh. He walked calmly, like he hadn't just broken his hand and left a dent on a metal wall. How was he so calm? Any other creature would be writhing in pain, yet he walked easily, like it was nothing.

Fuh'fin followed him, slightly panicked. "Captain! Why are you so calm? Aren't you in pain?" He asked with worry. "Once the adrenaline crashes, it's going to hurt like a bitch, but I'm fine so far," the captain said easily.

Now that he mentioned it, adrenaline was strong in the air. Was he producing this chemical?

Before Fuh'fin could ask anything else, they reached the medicine deck. "Doc! I need your assistance and a new guide for our new guy," the captain said pleasantly to a woman writing something. She looked up with a blank expression and then locked eyes with Fuh'fin.

She let out a shriek. Fuh'fin recoiled. Did he scare this human? He didn't make any moves that should be considered threatening. The captain seemed unbothered by him. What did he do? Was it his muzzle? Only predators have muzzles. Yeah, it's probably his muzzle. This human probably recognized him as a predator. Should he apologize?

Fuh'fin panicked as his eyes darted around to think of a way to apologize for scaring her, yet she squealed. "He's adorable! Oh my God! He looks like a giant ferret!" The human squealed and ran over with a large smile... She wasn't scared?

...Wait, adorable?

The human woman dropped to her knees and started petting Fuh'fin. He just froze, trying to make sense of what he heard.

"He's so cute! I love him! This is the guard you hired? Can we keep him?" The human said it with... excitement? Dopamine and oxytocin were basically pouring out of her as she ran her hands through Fuh'fin's fur. She wasn't scared. She wasn't scared at all.

"Uh— uhm... H-hello?" Fuh'fin tried speaking. As confused as he was, the captain needed medical attention. He barely got appointed to this crew; he couldn't just let his captain stay hurt.

The human squealed in delight, and Fuh'fin could basically see stars in her eyes. He felt flustered. "The—The captain..." Fuh'fin felt shy; he was so used to other races being terrified of him. Yet here was a human who seemingly adored him just for existing. "He—he's hurt," Fuh'fin finally spat out.

"Huh?" The human said it absently and looked at the captain. Her eyes widened, and she stood up suddenly. "Shit! Sorry, captain! Please sit down," she said frantically while picking up a medical carrier. The captain sat down, and the woman started to tend to his hand.

Fuh'fin sat next to the captain and curled his tail around himself. How was the captain so calm? He even looked amused, but it was hard to tell. Fuh'fin wasn't the best at reading expressions; the Yimex didn't have facial expressions. They relied on body language to communicate emotion.

The captain's body language has not changed from his confident yet relaxed posture. Humans were confusing. The human woman was so open with her body language, but the captain wasn't. They were at different places on the spectrum. Fuh'fin needed to get better at understanding inflection and facial expressions then.

The captain patted Fuh'fin's shoulder reassuringly. "I'm fine, Fuh'fin," he said with a smile. Fuh'fin was curious how the captain noticed his worry, and then he noticed he was chittering nervously. "My apologies," Fuh'fin murmured, and he decided to try to calm himself.

Fuh'fin shook his head to fix his untidy fur. He settled down comfortably and started grooming himself. He fixed his unruly fur as he waited for the captain to get patched up. He finally rested his paw on the ground and looked at the captain.

"Sorry, Fuh'fin, Mina gets excited when she sees fluffy animals," he said with an amused expression. He had noticed Fuh'fin grooming himself. "Better than fear," Fuh'fin said quietly, his ears flattened against his head. "True, much better than fear," the captain said with an understanding tone, like he completely knew what Fuh'fin meant.

Something about the captain's words comforted Fuh'fin. "Why aren't you scared of me?" He asked while turning his head to look at the humans. "You remind us of an earth creature, but much bigger," Mina replied. "Is that animal a predator as well?" Fuh'fin asked. "Yes, but we think they're adorable." Mina smiled in delight, clearly reminiscing.

"So you think I'm adorable? Even though I'm much bigger than you?" Fuh'fin said with confusion, and his tail whipped a bit in mild frustration. "Actually, you being huge is really satisfying the monkey brain in us," the captain said with amusement. "You are very huggable," the captain said quietly as his uninjured hand quickly typed something on a tablet before setting it down.

Huggable? The captain wanted to hug Fuh'fin. No one except other Yimex has ever expressed that desire. It was acceptance of one's nest in Yimex society. Was Fuh'fin accepted? The prospect made him happy. Only the other Yimex accepted Fuh'fin.

"So... you aren't scared of me at all?" Fuh'fin said cautiously. "Oh, no, no, no. You look absolutely adorable to us," the captain said while Mina splinted his hand.

"Adorable... Huh... I've never been called adorable before," Fuh'fin said softly. Happiness filled him; he was truly accepted then. Without realizing it, he started dooking. "The cuteness aggression is hitting again," the captain said quietly. Mina laughed and nodded her head.

Fuh'fin looked at the captain, still dooking. "What's cuteness aggression?" He tilted his head while he spoke. "Something too cute makes our brain produce too much happy chemical, so it confuses the brain and activates the fight or flight reflex," Mina explained simply.

Fuh'fin sniffed the air slightly, and as Mina explained, the smell of dopamine was strong in the captain. "Did I cause it?" He asked with mild worry. "Is that why you punched the wall?" Fuh'fin asked the captain.

"Yeah, I don't blame you, though," the captain said calmly. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking to pet you or something. I want you to feel comfortable with us," the captain explained. Fuh'fin's nose twitched; that was basically an invitation to their crew... their nest.

Fuh'fin rubbed his muzzle against the captain's shoulder. He accepted the invitation as per Yimex standards. He felt the captain's hand hesitate before he pet Fuh'fin's head.

"I'm guessing this means you're comfortable with us," the captain said with a quiet laugh. "Yes, I'm comfortable," Fuh'fin said softly, dooking in joy. "We'll tell the crew to keep their hands to themselves until you're comfortable with everyone," the captain said with a smile.

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The captain was patched up and forced to sit down and relax. Mina had taken it upon herself to finish the tour of the ship. She showed Fuh'fin around and introduced everyone that stopped by to greet him. They all seemed beyond excited when they saw Fuh'fin, but he guessed the captain had already told them not to touch Fuh'fin until he was fully adjusted to everything.

Fuh'fin met around half the ship, as Mina told him. He quite liked a tall human woman who went by Vi-Vi. She had bright red hair with yellow tips; it reminded him of a flower on his mother planet, and she smelled of a human fruit, as Vi-Vi told him, strawberries.

He liked the smell; it was sweet. Vi-Vi stuck out from everyone else, not because of her hair or height, but because she had a robotic prosthetic arm and paintings on her other arm. She seemed completely different from the crew Fuh'fin met; her energy radiated leadership just like the captain's.

Yet she was sweet, just like the scent of strawberries that followed her. She excused herself and left to return to her job. When Vi-Vi left, Mina continued showing him around.

Once the tour was done, a ring came from the speakers. "Oh, it's time to go to sleep," Mina said pleasantly. Fuh'fin then noticed he was getting tired as well; it was smart to get into his cot before he just dropped from exhaustion.

"Where should I sleep?" Fuh'fin asked with a yawn. "Oh, yeah, let me show you your room," Mina said excitedly. Oh, he had a room. He wasn't used to that; usually he was bunked with a bunch of other crew members in his other jobs. He liked sleeping with others around; it felt safe.

Fuh'fin followed Mina with interest. She stopped in front of a door, and it slid open. "I did some research on the Yimex, so your room would be comfortable," Mina said with a smile. "And I read that the Yimex like sleeping in groups, correct?" "Yes, it feels nice," Fuh'fin answered, curious what this was leading to.

"We don't have other Yimex on board; instead, we put three other crew members in your room, and we'll give you plenty of blankets and pillows for you to make a comfortable nest," Mina said with a smile. Fuh'fin peeked into the room with mild excitement.

"You can move anything around to your comfort," Mina said while she watched Fuh'fin look inside. The room had a weird layout. It had random platforms sticking out of the walls, along with pedestals sticking out of the floor. It looked a bit like a jungle gym, and the floor was cushioned.

He walked into the room while looking around. "You can get comfortable anywhere, and we'll get you anything you need," Mina said with a smile as she saw Fuh'fin starting to climb around the pedestals and platforms. She was glad she researched this. Yimex apparently didn't like closed-off spaces but liked running around, so this room was designed with that in mind.

Fuh'fin splooted on a platform comfortably and yawned. Mina laughed when she saw his tail wag. "I'll come back with blankets so you can get properly comfortable," she said with a small laugh. Fuh'fin's tail wagged a bit more.

Mina came back with what Fuh'fin presumed to be his roommates and blankets. Fuh'fin climbed down to greet them and noticed that Vi-Vi was a part of the group. Mina introduced the other two to Fuh'fin. Matthew, a man with a sly smile and smart eyes. Jenny, a woman with a tired expression but gentle eyes.

Fuh'fin greeted them, and Mina gave him a few blankets and pillows. He picked them up with his mouth and climbed up to the spot where he felt comfortable. Mina bid them good night and left. While everyone got comfortable and established their spots, they spoke about random topics.

Vi-Vi had climbed on another platform and arranged her pillows and blankets. Matthew picked a small corner the pedestals created—a small, crowded place—yet he seemed pleased... At least Fuh'fin thought he did; Matthew was near impossible to read in comparison to everyone else. Jenny settled underneath one of the platforms; it was the darkest place in the room.

Fuh'fin fell asleep while he heard everyone speaking. He couldn't fight sleep at all, so he just crashed. However, he felt comfortable. Everyone was so pleasant; he liked it. He liked this job. He liked being a part of this nest. He hoped they liked him as well.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are weird #Fuh'fin woke up with his translator taken out of his ears and placed to charge #he was very grateful and thanked everyone in his room because no one owned to it #everyone is absolutely in love with Fuh'fin #my son my boy #HASO: The USS Bartholomew

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welldrawnfish · 5 months

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So these last few days has been.. Turbulent. DIFFERENT

I think I may be a System? Infact I KNOW I am a system at this point, but Im also not ready to accept that. Well a part of me isnt, and the other parts of me are like… uh duh of course you are.

*A system in this context refers to the collective consciousness under the DID / OSDD Umbrella, I dont know the correct terminology in all of this, so im so sorry If i I mess up. I don’t necessarily want to give myself a label, there's .. brain scans and stuff I can get to prove it. And I need those, thats the only way I know this is real. But for now, for my own mental health I am treating it as if it were.. “real “ And I dont really know… what to expect…? I want to find something, ANYTHING, on I guess.. Systems waking up? But I cant find it. So I’ll just do this here Im gonna dump out all our thoughts onto some comic pages and we will figure it out. I had a bit of an awakening roughly.. 5 days ago, and for the sake of convenience gonna use Plural/System terminology - There are alters, I have met them, the have names and personalities and some of them are really fuckin annoying i just want to punch him in his TEETH

Anyways, since the alter awakening moment, my brain has been in TURMOIL parts of me accept this, parts of me dont, i keep feeling like my face is like shifted 2 inches to the right and everything gets fuzzy in the real world. Not that these alters have names like.. Files are getting sorted into these proper figures and everything is getting explained and figured out. And its making me feel like I'm not me anymore?

Like I always would argue and barter and fight with my own thoughts, but that's the thing, they wer thoughts, voices in my head with just like, distinct personalities. I just saw it as a different part of me?? Figured that was normal.

But now they are.. stronger ? OR maybe because i'm more aware of them and the personalities I can tell whos out now and like.. Obviously they are happy to get some facetime with the world properly?? But like.. Am *I* just aware of it, aware of them now, aware that it is not just *I* but *We* and so noticing it more, I'm resisting even harder? We feel more fractured than ever.

I have a good friend helping me out, another system, I owe them everything, maybe my life. (PLEASE FOLLOW @transpanda-1 BTW THEY DESERVE IT) They had a few amazing tips, but I cant keep bugging them about every anxiety on my mind thats not fair, so I’ll ask the whole community.

I guess what I want to know is.. Like is this normal? Do all systems go through this? What should I expect in the future and how do I make this more streamlined and stop.. Fighting it? I guess?

I thought I finally had myself figured out, just be the girl who makes the funny relatable trans comics… it was simple.

#did/osdd #osdd system #did osdd #did system #did community #osddid #alters #PLEASE HELP #webcomic #comics #original comic #comic art #web comic #Welldrawnfishcomic

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sttoru · 10 months

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THE MORNING AFTER

༄ sypnosis. you wake up to your husband cooking breakfast, though it’s quickly left burning when your hubby decides to give you some ‘morning affection’.

༄ note. my first ever fic on this new account :< i forgot how to write after a while of not writing so bear with me, please.

༄ tags. husband!toji x wife!reader. female reader. very suggestive/nsfw i guess but no real action?. use of nicknames such as pretty, doll.

it was a peaceful saturday morning and the sun streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across your bedroom. you instantly notice the delicious aroma of breakfast in the air once you fully regained your consciousness.

“toji?” your husband’s name is always the first thing that leaves your lips in the early mornings and the last thing you utter before you go to bed.

sometimes his voice greets you back, at other times the deafening silence does instead. you turn your head towards his side of the bed and—as expected—the space was empty.

“ugh,” a groan escapes your lips as you reluctantly stand up to find out where the smell came from. realising that you were still pretty much naked from the night before, you lazily decide to just wrap a blanket around your body.

you follow the enticing smell that lingered throughout your entire apartment which was at its strongest once you arrived at the kitchen. to your great surprise, you find your husband standing by the stove, cooking breakfast.

toji was in only his boxers which left the rest of his body exposed to your view. his back was facing you, giving you a proper look at the multiple red scratch marks on his skin.

probably from the previous night.

“god.. damn.” the words slipped out of your mouth before you even realised. how could they not, when you’ve been greeted with such a mouth-watering view in the kitchen—excluding the actual food toji’s been cooking.

a low and almost groggy chuckle escaped your husband’s throat at your choice of words this morning.

toji didn’t turn around to face you, yet you knew him well enough to guess the expression he had; a smug one. one that beamed of confidence and cockiness.

“mornin’.” the dark haired man eventually spoke, flipping the gold brown pancake on the other side before turning around to greet you.

toji’s eyes immediately wandered all over your body. even though the blanket hid most of your skin, it most definitely did accentuate your figure.

“my eyes are up here, toji.” you chuckle softly, though that cheeky comment only gained a small knowing ‘mhm,’ from your husband. toji didn’t avert his eyes once. he was shameless; that much even he can admit.

“c’mere, pretty.” toji murmurs, his voice almost a low purr as he reaches out for you.

your husband wasted absolutely no time into putting his hands on your waist. he pressed his body against yours while placing his lips on the bare skin of your shoulders.

“look at you,” toji coos as his calloused hands rub up and down your sides ever so gently, “you’re even more irresistible when you’re all sleepy-eyed like this.”

these types of mornings were rare since toji usually leaves early to take care of another job. not that you were complaining about this— it was better than to wake up in an empty home where your only company was yourself.

“oh stop it, honey. i always look awful in the morning.”

that got you a gentle flick against your forehead. “tsk tsk, don’t ya say that about my favourite girl.” toji scolds you playfully while leaving soft kisses all over your shoulder.

toji could never get enough of this and he never wants to. your smell, your presence, your warmth, your body— you were made to be held like this. to be held and loved by him.

his emerald green eyes look down at the top of your head. even without seeing your face (since you never miss upon the opportunity of burying it against his chest whenever you hug), toji could tell that you were smiling.

“look at me, doll.” toji’s voice was hushed as he spoke.

you did as told and lifted your head up, looking up into toji’s eyes. his hand immediately found its way onto your cheek and his thumb gently rubbed over the skin.

“good girl.”

toji leaned in to press a deep kiss on your parted lips. it was a quick yet firm one— one that left you craving for more. your husband has always had that effect on you.

the two of you slightly pull back, however you were still close enough to feel your lips brush against one another with each small movement.

“c’mon. give me one more.” toji mutters under his breath. you hadn’t even had the chance to react to that request before you felt his lips crash against yours again.

his hands slowly moved across the blanket you had wrapped around your body, trying to find any gaps in the fabric to make their way beneath it.

“mm, cold.” you mumble against toji’s lips once his hands successfully found a way underneath the blanket.

toji only smirked in response and let his rough hands explore every inch of exposed skin he could touch beneath the barrier of fabric. his fingers teased you all over; going from slightly brushing against the swell of your breasts to playing with the plump flesh of your ass.

toji didn’t touch any of your sensitive spots. after all, he loves teasing you to the point that you beg him for it with that pretty voice of yours.

you swallow your own saliva, slightly pulling back from his lips with a flustered expression on your face. “h- honey,” any further words were interrupted by a quiet “shh,” from him.

“no need for words,” toji whispers against your lips before moving them away to leave small and ticklish kisses against your neck, “just focus on me, yeah?”

you could feel his tongue glide against a small spot on your skin before toji sucked on it slightly. he could feel you shiver in his arms from the feeling and that’s exactly the reaction he needed.

before your brain could register it, your husband picked you up effortlessly and placed you on the kitchen counter. he stood between your legs and his hands moved to hold onto your bare thighs.

toji pulled back a bit just to be able to see you sit there in front of him, caged between him and the kitchen wall. the way you bit your lip ever so slightly and the way the thin blanket barely covered anything of your body anymore—

god, you knew just how to drive him absolutely wild and he loved it.

“you knew damn well this’d happen,” toji whispers in a low tone. his sultry voice sent a shiver down your spine, “walkin’ in here with only a blanket covering your body, huh?”

a deep grunt left toji’s throat once he felt your fingertips run over the scratch marks on his back that you had left the night before. it was like you were silently teasing him as well.

toji let his lips wander all over the skin of your neck before going back to kiss your soft lips once again. this time he let his tongue mingle with yours, letting your salivas mix.

this went on for quite a while before your husband finally pulled back to catch his breath. your lips were covered in his saliva, causing them to glimmer underneath the sunlight seeping into the kitchen.

the sight was one that could get any man hard and your husband was no exception. you could see it in his half-lidded eyes; the obvious lust and desire.

it was also then that you snapped back to reality. the smell of something burning filled your nostrils. you cock your head to the right and see the pancakes burning on the pan.

“ah, crap.” you curse and try to reach out for the knobs to turn the stove off.

toji’s fingers quickly wrapped around your wrist and restrained you from doing so. he guided your hand back to its place on his shoulder.

“told ya to focus on me, doll.”

you look at the burnt pancake and then back to your husband, “b-but.. the food.”

toji chuckles at your innocent remark. in his opinion, that should be the last of your worries at the moment.

“that ain’t stoppin’ me from getting my breakfast,” he replies while he squeezes the flesh of your thighs gently with both hands,

“now. spread your legs f’me.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #toji x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #toji smut #toji x you

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hyuckiefluff · 8 months

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hihi! can i request corruption kink with jeno or hyuck?? if thats okay!

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i decided to do jeno bc i haven’t written anything for him yet oh and somebody else requested that i do something similar to my jaemin request with jeno so two birds one stone i guess? anyways enjoy!!!!! psa i got way more requests than i expected so thank u to everyone who sent im gonna try to get thru all of them as quickly as possible (if college doesn’t k!ll me first)

btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all

pairing: jeno x tutor!reader

wc: 2k

content: smut

warnings: cursing, fingering, masturbation, edging (kind of) , mentions of food (ice cream), big dick jeno ofc, backshots yuh!!!, rough sex, jeno is kinda too much in this lol, marking, cum eating, taking risky pics without consent, no after care, usage of pet names like pretty and baby *whispers* and whore. lmk if i missed any

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Jeno had always liked experienced girls. The kind he didn't have to treat with gloves, who were game for him to fuck so hard that they'd feel it afterward. At least, that's what he thought he was into.

Then you walked into the picture as his little brother's tutor. You were always polite and proper, wearing those buttoned up shirts and pencil skirts that gave off a more mature vibe than your actual age. He knew you recently graduated college, which he liked because you were older than him. But the thing is, you were incredibly innocent and naive. I mean, you didn't even catch on when his brother cracked those not-so-subtle, inappropriate jokes about you.

Jeno wouldn't usually spare a second thought for someone like you. After all, you couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. So, why on earth was he now holed up in the bathroom, pumping himself to the thoughts of your ass in that skirt? Maybe it was because of how clueless you were, bending over the table to help his brother with his work, offering Jeno a perfect view of your perked ass. He tried to resist, truly he did, but it was hard, especially when your shirt hiked up, exposing the curve of your back.

Jeno had to make a quick exit from the living room, and now… Here he was, working up a sweat in the cramped bathroom trying to imagine your hand, or even your mouth, around his dick instead of his own. Imagining how he'd finish all over your face, leaving you in a state of shock and fluster, those big, innocent eyes looking up at him.

"Shit..." he whimpered shakily, the release of his pent-up load leaving him trembling as the white liquid ended up dripping messily all over the bathroom's curtain. This was getting ridiculous… he needed to fuck someone now.

A sudden knock at the door made him jump, his dick still exposed, flopping around as he hurried to check that the door was securely bolted. He quickly adjusted his pants, grabbed some toilet paper, and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.

What he didn't expect was to find you standing there when he opened the door, holding a popsicle.

He vaguely remembered you saying something about getting ice cream for everyone because it was so hot. That was right before he had bolted upstairs to deal with his urgent situation.

The popsicle was melting, its crimson contents dripping down your hand and arm. Jeno couldn't help but feel like the universe was testing him, and he swore he felt his dick come alive again.

"Oh, sorry... Uhm... I kind of made a mess," you laughed airily but averted your gaze when the eye contact got a bit too intense "Your brother mentioned you guys had wet wipes in here."

"Uh, yeah, down there" Jeno finally responded after a few moments of silently staring at you. You bent down to check under the sink where he directed you, giving him another tempting view of your ass. You missed the quiet grunt he let out while discreetly adjusting the growing situation in his pants.

You straightened up after finding the wet wipes, looking somewhat torn between putting the popsicle down to clean yourself or eating it quickly. Jeno sensed your struggle and casually reached his arm from behind you to take the popsicle from your hand, allowing you to clean up properly.

"Oh, thanks," you said, using the wet wipes to clean your arms and the stained area on your shirt.

Jeno silently watched you in the mirror, his attention focused on the way the white shirt clung to your skin as you diligently worked to remove the stain. When you finally looked up, you found him eating the popsicle—the very one you had been licking just moments ago. Locking eyes with you, he noticed your bewildered expression and gave you a lopsided smile "It was melting."

"Oh..." you said quietly, the heat rushing to your ears revealing your flustered state.

You tried to return to your task, but he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. His own hand was now sticky from the melting popsicle. He pulled you closer to him and reached his hand to your face, using his thumb to rub against the corner of your lip "You got ice cream here too," but instead of withdrawing his hand after, he surprised you by slipping his thumb into your mouth.

You would have pulled back if you weren’t completely taken aback by what was going on.

With his finger still in your mouth, he playfully pressed the popsicle against your collarbone. The cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your tongue brushed against his finger instinctively. The sight of your mouth enveloping his digit drove his self-control right out the window. He carelessly dropped the popsicle in the sink and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space with his larger frame. His cold hands sneaked under your shirt, and with a quick move, he unhooked your bra straps from your shoulders, exposing more skin for him to explore.

"Jeno... I don't think this is ri-..right,"

"Why not?" he asked, his face burying in your neck, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips.

"Your... brother... he—"

"He's probably busy googling the answers to his exercises, believe me, he doesn't need you back just yet” He assured, pulling you even closer against his hips, causing your skirt to ride up and reveal your panties.

“I knew you were a whore,” he tutted, realizing you were wearing black lace “You wear lingerie to tutor students?" he chuckled dryly, biting a smile as you attempted to cover yourself.

"I’m n–," you whispered, but your words were cut short as his teeth grazed against your skin, leaving marks and savoring the fruity taste left by the popsicle. He didn't bother with the buttons of your shirt, causing a few of them to pop open from the stretch.

Your bra had slipped down too, partially exposing your breasts.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?" he teased, leaning back to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your bruised neck from the sucking and biting, the strands of hair that clung to your flushed face, and your lace panties on display.

He reached for his phone inside his pocket and snapped a quick picture of you in that state. Your expression instantly shifted to one of panic.

"What… are you doing?" You tried to slide off the sink, but he pressed back against you, his hips pinning you in place.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy later."

Then he kissed you, shushing any protests you had. His hand crept undetected inside your skirt and under your panties, his index finger gingerly spreading your folds. The action made you gasp against his tongue and then, without warning, he inserted a finger. The intrusion made you try to press your thighs together but he was standing between them so it was impossible. Every time he pumped his finger inside, his hips rutted against you, and you could feel the tent forming in his sweatpants brushing against your clothed core.

“…‘m gonna fuck you like no one ever has before,” He groaned against your lips.

He intentionally slowed down to a pace that almost seemed teasing as the knot in your stomach became almost unbearable. But given how shameful this situation already was, you didn’t want to ask for more.

"Are you that desperate for cock, hmm baby?" Jeno asked as you instinctively tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants to bring him closer and relieve the friction.

His finger pumped a few more times before he completely withdrew it. The emptiness immediately made you whimper.

"I'll give you what you want then," he replied as he reached into his sweatpants and casually pulled out his dick. You didn't want to stare like a pervert but... wow. You felt your legs quiver just from its sheer size. There was no way in hell you could take that.

You found it difficult to imagine how anything that big could fit comfortably inside of you.

The smug smirk on his face told you that he liked your reaction "Clearly never seen one so big,"

"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"

"But what kind of gentleman leaves a lady who is obviously in need?" He said cynically as he pulled down your panties.

No more words were necessary, the tension that had been building reached its peak as he aligned himself with your entrance. Jeno tried not to show any vulnerability, but the way your walls tightened around him, even though he was barely inside, was driving him crazy.

As he gradually entered you, soft, breathless gasps escaped your swollen lips. Your hands clung to the sink, keeping you from losing your balance. He stretched you so intensely that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it defied anatomical possibility but as he bottomed out, you had a feel that if you touched your lower belly, you might just be able to feel him there.

“'m gonna move," he said through gritted teeth, more like a statement than a question. And with that, he started to thrust, not giving you much time to get used to the feeling of being so incredibly full.

As his hips met yours in a rough rhythm, he mumbled praises while also calling you things you'd never tolerate from anyone else.

"You feel so tight... for me," he groaned, his hand reaching for your face so you would look up at him.

“Eyes up here, doll,” he said in a breathless tone, the pace so fast and rough that it left no room for coherent thoughts. The knot in your stomach twisted, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through you. Your entire body buzzing with his desperate movements.

“J-..J-..Jeno…” His name was the only word that escaped your lips, each thrust causing your voice to quiver.

Suddenly, he lifted you by your ass and turned you around to face the misty mirror. Both your reflections appeared hazy in the condensation-covered glass so he messily wiped it with one hand and then resumed his thrusting. Now, you could see the way your expression changed each time he hit that spot deep inside you.

He continued fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how you would remember the outline of his cock by the time he was finished. His saliva-slicked lips left wet trails on the skin beneath your ear. From this close proximity, you could even hear the soft moans he struggled to suppress.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind, and with a hoarse voice, you pleaded, "Jeno... don't cum inside."

He hummed against your hair but continued ramming into you, and for a moment, you thought he hadn't heard you. However, just as your orgasm swept over you, he pulled out. You sighed in relief and rested your forehead against the steamy mirror, seeking a few moments of calm.

But Jeno had other plans and wiithout giving you a moment to catch your breath, he turned you around and had you on your knees. You looked up at him confused until he aligned his cock with your mouth.

"Open wide," he said, and with no energy left to complain, you did as told.

You expected him to shove his dick into your mouth, but instead, he stroked it a few more times before releasing his load all over your face. Most of it landed in your mouth, but some also splashed onto your cheeks and chin.

"Swallow," he said with a commanding tone, a stark contrast to the way he gently stroked your face.

You complied, taking in as much as you could. You even used a finger to collect the excess and popped it into your mouth. Savoring it much like you did when you licked the ice cream off his finger. Jeno bit his lip, trying to contain himself before he fucked you thrice more against the wall.

“Go ahead and clean yourself, pretty. You got a lesson to finish," he said, adjusting his sweatpants. And with one last chaste kiss on your lips, he left the bathroom.

#nct #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct smut #nct dream fic #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct dream scenario #nct dream smut #jeno smut #jeno #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno x reader #nct jeno #hyuckiereqs

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evielmostdefinitely · 3 months

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darkened shadows |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: a single earring from the past causes turmoil in coryo's present with you.

contains: dark!coriolanus. manipulative, obsessive coriolanus. past mentions of lucy gray, sejanus. coryo's past. angst.

A single earring, worn- judging by the yellowish tint to the pearls that crested the thin gold hoop; that single earring that sent your world into a spiral. Cleaning your home, a gift from your parents after you announced your engagement to Coriolanus, after six months of courting during his time at University. You just wanted to be good, a prim and proper housewife, devoted just as he was to you, like your mother before you- until a single earring shattered your world.

“Darling,” Corio’s voice traveled through the grand spiraling stairs, heavy soled shoes clacking against the marble with every climb. “My love, where are you?” His tone held an edge, a jagged sense of urgency that would usually have you stiffening, running to coax him, soothing his worrisome mind.

Not this time.

You could hear his heartbeat, heavy in his throat when he spat out your name. No terms of endearment, no breathy gasps between it like this morning, when you were tangled beneath the bedsheets, his hands in your hair, toes curling with pleasure.

Frantic eyes piercing through the low light of your bedroom, falling onto you. His hair was longer now, coiffed all the same, but the curls you loved returned when Coryowould let them. “Did you not hear me calling for you?” Coryo huffed, a white knuckled grip on his satchel.

You didn’t answer, lips pursed, legs crossed from your perch on the edge of the bed. Coriolanus frowned, pulling the strap from over his head. “What? What’s wrong? Is it your mother again-”

“-No.” You snapped, nose scrunching in annoyance.

Coriolanus paused, unsure. His mind scanned, raced through facts and dates- had he missed a date? An event? Fuck, dinner with your parents? His calendar had been cleared, it was why he stayed late in the lab with Gaul.

“Why are you upset?” Coryo frowned, tired of the guessing game. He hadn’t meant to bark it out the way he did, but his heart skipped in his chest, squeezing too tight for his own comfort.

You scoffed, a manicured hand smacking the bed, fist curling around the object. Corio’s eyes followed, the way your white knuckled grip held the object, screwing the sapphire ring off your own ring finger. “Here,” You spat, dropping the engagement ring at his feet, the single earring banging around his shining shoes. “Since you love collecting jewelry so much, you can add that to your lover’s stash.” Your voice drenched in a sarcastic venom that had his stomach twisting.

Coryo tracked the sapphire, jaw setting. The ring- your engagement ring he’d given to you the night he poured his heart out into yours, in your parent’s garden- had been his mother’s before it found its new home on your finger. One of the few items his Grandma’am had let him have of hers, one of the few she hadn’t sold. There it was, settled next to Lucy Gray’s earring. The cursed object, when she’d betrayed him, tore his heart out in the woods of District Twelve. At the time, keeping it felt right, anchored to him like a cruel reminder. He’d forgotten about the thing, truly, stored away in a drawer far from his mind now that you took up most of the space in his head.

“You went through my things?” Coryo clipped through gritted teeth, bending to pick up the two pieces, one in each hand.

You gawked, spinning on your heel furiously to face him. “I was cleaning-”

“-You were snooping.” Coryo snapped. “We have maids for cleaning-”

“-And you told them not to come yesterday” You hissed, eyes narrowed to match his. “You wanted to spend the day in bed. Not let them in.” Your finger jabbed in the air towards him accusingly.

Coriolanus’ mouth tightened into a firm line, frowning towards you. “You still had no right to go through my things.” He huffed. “Cleaning the drawers?”

“I was putting your father’s compass away.” You sneered. “I didn’t want it out, and I thought you would want the same. You’re always going on and on about how the help will steal it if given the chance.”

Coryodidn’t respond, eyes piercing through you. “So I take it’s true?” You scoff, hoping your snarl of a tone would disguise the hurt lingering through your chest. “You’ve taken a lover before the wedding?”

“What? No.” Coryo ran a hand down his face, heart hammering. “How dare you say-”

“-How dare you.” You snap, taking a step towards him. “Make a mockery of me, of us. Embarrass me this way.” Tears of fury blur your vision, turning before he could see.

“It’s not- she was from before.” Coriolanus felt his composure withering away with every stomp of your foot.

He’d rationalize his despond that he was worried about his own title, his own future. Without your family, he might as well be back to living off of scraps in the worn down family home, cracks in the foundation. He’d worked hard but your father’s good graces were securing him his spot as President after the wedding.

“Before?” You scoffed, throwing your hands up. “Before the engagement?”

“No,” Coryo shook his head, a strangled huff caught in his throat. “Before-Before I even knew you.”

“So you kept it around?” You snarled, turning on your foot so quickly it had him flinching backwards. “Pieces of another woman? Another lover lying around in our home?”

“It’s not like that. I-I didn’t even know I still had it.” Coryo was faltering, stuttering uneasily. He wasn’t used to not being in control, not being able to con himself out of any situation. The truth was, you held the upper hand; he needed you more than you did him.

“Darling, please, just-just let me explain.” Coriolanus begged, voice lilting higher and higher. “It was before I met you. When-When I was a mentor.” He reached out a hand for you, your dramatic step back making him flinch.

“Oh? So it’s Clemensia’s? I knew you two were more than you said. And you tried to tell me you-”

“-It’s not Clemensia’s.” Coryo shook his head gently. “It-It belongs to someone I want to forget about now- I have forgotten about now. At the time, I-I wasn’t in my right mind. I was manipulated and cheated and played to be a fool by this-this girl.”

That seemed to pique your interest, brows quipping carefully, watching him with caution. Vulnerability, Coryo wasn’t good at that, but he would have to be or try to be. Still, to keep you, keep your family and all his power into place, he’d have to be.

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” Coriolanus said slowly, eyes taking in every quip, every pull and fall of your emotions. Your breath stilling, hitching in your throat, though you tried to keep yourself steady, calm.

“In the past.” Coriolanus added quickly, his own voice teetering on a frantic tone that he despised, heart thudding loudly in his chest. “Let me be clear, I-I’ve never betrayed you.”

Your shoulders seemed to relax though your eyes stayed hard, challenging. “I went to District Twelve because I was sent there as punishment, that was true.” Coriolanus started, hand closing around the pearl earring, the hook piercing into his palm. “But I also went there looking for… someone.”

“Someone?” You repeated.

Coriolanus nodded. “You have to understand, I-I was coerced. Tricked by this- this woman, who used me.” His lips pursed, eyes lifting to yours. Your features softened, pulling into a look of sympathy.

“She used me. Used me and my wealth to escape.”

“A district girl?” You whispered like you were scared, frightened that someone might hear, even in the room with just the two of you. “Coriolanus-”

“-I know.” Coryo nodded, turning with the shake of his head. “You-You see why I didn’t tell you? I’m ashamed, my love. This,” He took a shaky breath, turning to look over his shoulder at you. “This is the darkest secret I’ve ever harbored. Not a soul, no one, knows of this.”

You stood still, unsure, finger twisting around your ring finger, absent of the ring you’d grown so fond of. Coriolanus watched you carefully, over his shoulder, hoping you’d believe him. You’d forgive him. He was so close, so close to his inauguration. Your father had practically promised it when he asked for his permission to marry you. “You take care of her, I’ll take care of you. Make sure you give my darling girl the life she deserves, and I’ll make sure you get the life you deserve.” Coriolanus prayed you hadn’t told your father any of this.

“But… The earring.” You looked at his closed palm. “Why would you keep it if she was so horrible to you?”

Coriolanus paused, letting his mind still. He was close, you were close, inching towards forgiveness. Towards forgetting the Baird girl who haunted his dreams.

“Truthfully, my love, I-I didn’t even-” Coriolanus ran a hand down his face, and out of the coroner of his eyes he saw you take a step towards him. “I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know?” Your brows furrowed, halting your quiet crawl towards him.

“I was in such a state of-of distress.” Coriolanus shook his head, swallowing the hard, burning lump in his throat. “You have to understand, I shamed my family getting kicked out of University, my friend, Sejanus, he-he was hung, found out to be a traitor-”

“-The Plinth’s son?” Your wide eyed, sympathetic gaze melted Coryo’s heart. Nearly felt it to be too much. Nearly made him feel guilty.

Nearly.

“Yes.” Coriolanus nodded slowly, a wave of pain washing over his features, eyes dropping at the name of his fallen friend. “Yes, all of that.” Coriolanus swallowed, eyes gleaming in the low light of the apartment. “And this deceptive, devious girl, she used that. Took advantage of my weakness. Used me.”

Your small hiccup of a gasp, heart wrenching in an ache that Coriolanus shared with you. Burned in the fact that you felt so strongly for him, chest swarming in an unfamiliar heat.

“I was so… distraught. Positively sick with grief and-and betrayal.” Coriolanus’ eyes met yours, closer now, with every silent step over the carpet. “I can’t tell you why I kept it. What possessed me, truly, I had forgotten about it entirely, because-” Coriolanus let himself fall silent, eyes cast to his freshly shined shoes on the carpet, so bright he could see his own reflection.

“Because why, Coryo?” You whispered, stepping so your house slippers were touching the tips of his shoes. Your hand soft, cradling his face sweetly. “Tell me, please.”

“I met you.” Coriolanus said softly, his hand cradling your own, the engagement ring pressed between your skins. It made your knees weak, swooning at his softness, his kindness.

“I didn’t lie, petal. From the moment I met you, my life has known nothing but joy.” His eyes held yours, repeating the very same words from his vows weeks before, on bended knee in your parent’s rose garden overlooking the Capitol.

“She is a sad, dark spot in my past, but you,” Coriolanus’ free hand moved, letting the earring fall to the ground, cupping your face. “You, my love, are my world. My bright, shining future. The sun, the stars, everything to me.”

Your lip wobbled at his words, eyes shining with tears, moved by his words, the sincerity in his eyes and in his tone. Coryo’s stomach settled, relaxed at your sincere reaction. He let the ring fall in his hand, holding your hand in his, slipping the ring back onto your finger- and you let him. Of course, you let him, how could you not?

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was lying, like I was withholding the truth.” Coryo’s hand wrapped around your fingers, thumb ghosting over your ring, pressing it into your skin. “It pains me to talk about, to even think about.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, your hand squeezing his affectionately. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t, my darling.” Coriolanus bit back the smile that threatened to grace his face. It was easy, too easy to convince you. You leaned into his hold, eyes lingering over the dazzling sapphire on your finger.

Coriolanus swallowed. “Thank you.” He muttered, your eyes flashing to him in surprise.

“For what?” You frowned carefully.

“For putting my father’s compass away.” Coryo hummed, fingertips trailing down the shell of your ear, over your own earrings- clusters of diamonds and emeralds, not cheap freshwater pearls like the other, a stark difference between the two of you.

“For being kind to me, always.” His eyes met yours, icy even in the burn of affection. “So forgiving and gentle.”

You blushed, cheeks burning in his hold, heating the palm of his hands. He grinned, lips brushing over yours, taking you in slowly. A soft kiss that crescendoed into a passionate one, pressed into the wall, hands grabbing, fisting at the others clothes, hair. Shoving and pulling clothing, limbs, breathy whines and whispers into your skin, his skin. Fingers intertwined with every thrust of Coryo between your legs, teeth grazing over your delicate pulse points, primal.

The earring stayed on the floor, discarded like his feelings for Lucy Gray- for now, anyways.

Coriolanus stood over the earring the next morning, the light of the day catching the bits of gold in its rays. Coryo’s jaw set, tongue running over his teeth. In the mirror of the hall, he could see you- still in the bed, sprawled onto the pillows after he’d had you that morning, rougher than the night before.

Memories of Lucy Gray flashed before him, how she’d never let him do the things he wanted to with her, never let him be himself- not like you. You embraced him, every part of him, welcomed it and celebrated it, where she had rejected it.

A polished shoe hovered above the earring, Coryo’s body weight pressing down fully, satisfied with the crunch he felt under his sole. A snap, a crumbling and shattering of pearls, the thin gold snapping in half, leaving a shattered disaster under his feet. The earring was her mother’s, and her mother’s before her, passed down through her family. Now, destroyed, discarded, and forgotten just like her family.

Just like Lucy Gray.

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