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ventismommy · 1 year

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Cont. of last ask, but maybe even rubbing Gorou's ears or tail as he cums?

(Also, is 💌 taken? If not, can I please be known as 💌-anon?)

hi cutie! absolutely you can be 💌 anon <3 and here you go

sub!gorou x dom!fem reader

reader is referred to by female terms, but I am happy to rewrite it with make or neutral terms! Enjoy~

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Out of all the times for General Gorou to be pent up and thinking about your touch, in the middle of a mission is quite possibly one of the worst. Why is it your touch specifically, your hands, that keep replaying over and over in his head?

Well, he thinks he knows the answer to that. You two are comrades and very close friends, yes, but ever since a drunk night after a victory banquet led to you kissing him, your relationship become far more romantic in nature. It wasn't something you discussed with other shoulders, but to call you his lover- and, if the plans he has discussed with Kokomi went well, his soon-to-be fiancée- wouldn't be an untrue statement. Now, as he makes his rounds to make sure everyone else is set, he feels your eyes roaming over him like a cat eyeing its prey. He knows you can tell how pent up he's been- you know him too well.

As the sun begins to sink in the sky, the group starts to set up their tents. The mission is to investigate the passages below Suigetsu Pool, as there have been reports of rumbling and disturbances. But with the crumbling structure here, the soldiers have plenty of room to spread out, and some can even set their tents up in rooms of the ruins, adding more privacy. Gorou supposes he shouldn't be surprised that you choose to set up in one of the more enclosed rooms of the old stone building, but acknowledging why you might be doing it puts leaden butterflies in his stomach and sets his tail wagging anxiously.

He enters the tent as you're laying out sleeping bags and lighting a small lantern that, honestly, doesn't provide much light. The light is enough for him to see your face, though, and the way your eyes watch him in a way he's come to love and hate. He settles down onto the sleeping bag you've rolled out for him to begin unfastening his armor, but he knows full well he won't be sleeping in it tonight with the way you make sure he's looking before you start to undress. Just the sight of your bare torso as your top is discarded makes him freeze.

"Gorou~"

Your voice pulls him out of his staring, and he flushes, one ear twitching. "Y-Yes- sorry, I...um...yes?"

Your quiet laugh sends shivers down his spine.

"Come over here?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he scrambles to obey, finishing up removing the half-top that covers his shoulders and coming to sit inches away from you. Absentmindedly, you reach out and ruffle his hair; a sign of approval that he much appreciates.

"Did you...need me for something?" He asks, trying very hard to keep his voice steady as your eyes meet his. The hand you had buried in his unexpectedly fluffy hair comes back down to rest on his thigh, an easy place to reach given he's kneeling.

"Just wanted you over here. I thought it would be a crime to waste the opportunity we've been given. Out on a mission, but still able to stay in what's essentially a room? Away from prying eyes?"

You lean forward and catch his chin in your hand, bringing his face closer to yours til there's barely any space between your lips and his. To his credit, he's managing not to shake too badly, though his hands are still restless in his lap and his cheeks are quickly approaching red.

"I know you've been all worked up, hon. And how often do we get the chance for uninterrupted quality time?"

He tries to say, "Not often," but your lips are on his in a flash and all he manages is "Not." He's not complaining, though. Your kisses start deceptively gentle. Before long, though, he's gripping onto your shoulders as you nibble on his bottom lip. Your hand has moved again, this time from his thigh to his slender waist to pull him closer til he's practically in your lap. Your fingers are starting to slide into the waistband of his pants and the way they're dragging down his back makes him shudder.

Your other hand manages to sneak its way up into his hair, stroking the outer edge of his ear, and he jolts. The little motion makes you chuckle, something that deepens the blush on his face. The sensation of your fingers brushing against his ear- and his subsequent reaction- makes him want to melt into the floor.

But you keep doing it.

You keep rubbing the soft fur of his ears until he whines, getting bold enough to climb into your lap completely. He's all too aware that he's putting himself at your mercy, but he can't find it within himself to care. You're quick to take advantage of this, the closeness allowing you to cover his exposed neck and collarbone in kisses and the occasional bite. At this point, his head is in the clouds, and he doesn't even notice the sounds he's making.

"You're so cute like this."

These words, though, manage to slip through the haze in his mind. He starts to respond but your hand on his thigh is sliding up further and further until you're palming him through the fabric of his pants and there is not a single word in his head. Between that and the hand still toying with his ears, he doesn't know which sensation to focus on.

Gorou can't help bucking his hips into your hand, the low whines coming from him getting higher in pitch. He's well aware you're giggling at his eagerness but thinks he can manage to ignore it given the circumstances. His eyes flick back to the sleeping bag below you two, gauging whether he can actually fall back on it- and then his hands are grabbing your shoulders and pulling you with him as he lays back. "Aww, can't withstand a little teasing, huh? Too pent up? You already want me to get to the point and touch you."

Gorou nods, though he squeezes his eyes shut to avoid the embarrassment. Which makes it impossible for him to notice you leaning closer to him until your voice is whispering right in his ear.

"Is that what you want, General? You want me to slide these off-" you tug at the waistband of his pants- "and touch you properly? Make you cry out for me?"

His stuttering response is so adorable it almost makes you want to eat him up. "Oh- o-oh, archons, yes, um, I want you to do that- I've been wanting y-you to do that, s-so bad-"

"Ask me nicely then, if you want it s-so bad." You say, lightly mocking the last part of his sentence. Never mind that you're still palming him, intentionally making it difficult for him to find his words.

"Ple-mmm- please touch me, archons please I want you to touch me!"

"Good boy~" comes your response, and you make good on your word. Your hands stop their teasing torment to unfasten his pants and slide them down over his hips. You almost want to laugh at how eagerly Gorou lifts his hips to help you.

There he is, looking so pretty beneath you with a cute little flushed cock. You wrap a hand around it and he jolts so hard you almost lose your grip. Poor thing is so sensitive.

The pace you set is slow, but not agonizingly so. Your other hand finds its way back up to his ears, rubbing the soft fur and noticing the precum that spurts out when your fingernails scratch the base of them. It just makes you want to do it over and over.

Gorou is too out of it to even pretend to be embarrassed, writhing underneath your touch. His hips buck when you twist your wrist expertly, and the moan that comes from his mouth is loud- almost loud enough for you to shush him, despite being in a more enclosed structure away from prying ears. For now, you let him cry for you, occasionally letting go of his ear and wiping away his tears with a gentle hand. There's a dual purpose to this; every time you take your hand away from his wildly twitching ear, it's an extra little bit of teasing that you delight in giving.

His little noises are starting to become halting and even more breathless, something that doesn't escape your notice. And so, with a plan in mind, you slow your pace to a stop and let go of him. He starts to fuss at you, but you get to him first.

"Flip over for me, sweetie. Let me play with that cute little tail of yours."

It's adorable, bordering on pathetic, how quickly he obeys. He ends up on his knees, bent forward with his arms resting on the pillow and his head resting on his arms. You drag your fingers from his shoulders to the base of his spine, and he shivers, mouth falling open in a silent whine.

Well, that hand has better things to do- like reaching around him to continue teasing his cock. He's plenty flexible, so you've got no qualms about using your other hand, splayed across his lower back, to push his spine to arch further. Sure, he makes a halfhearted sound of protest- but his tail is wagging. The wagging falters when you resume your slow pace, stroking his cock and wrapping your other hand around the base of his tail. He's starting to whimper again, legs shaking a little bit, and you coo at him encouragingly.

"There you go, baby. Doesn't that feel good?"

"Y- mmmm- yes, m-ma'am, feels s-so good- p-please, faster?"

You hum a sound of agreement as you oblige him, and a loud string of moans- and the occasional curse- comes pouring out of his mouth. It brings a sly smile to your face to see him so desperate for your touch.

One of the arms his head had been resting on removes itself to reach back for you, his hand closing around your wrist but doing nothing to slow your pace. If anything, it seems he's trying to urge you to go faster, and you are happy to do so. Not only do you speed up your pace even more, but you start to use your other hand to comb through the fur at the base of his tail, and he absolutely melts. His knees start sliding apart, seemingly unable to give the effort to stay up.

"Oh, look at you. Having a little trouble holding yourself up?"

When he speaks, it's not even to answer your question- he's too focused on what he's feeling. His grip on your wrist tightens.

"D-Don't stop, please, 'm so c-close-" he manages to stutter out. Luckily for him, edging isn't in your plans tonight.

"I won't stop, don't worry baby. You just focus on feeling good for me, mkay?"

When you look up at where his face rests on the pillow, you realize you can see damp spots- he's been crying even more. Poor overwhelmed baby. The sight makes your heart melt.

Before long, he's shaking and gripping the pillow like it's life or death. His breathing is ragged.

"W-Wanna cum, p-pl- ahh- please, can i- oh, archons!"

After waiting a long moment, just to be a tease, you nod your head. "Go ahead, Gorou. You've been good."

"I've b-been good, 've been g-good-" he repeats to himself before a loud cry interrupts his speech. "O-Oh, f-fuck- cumming!"

With that, his whole body tenses, and he's spilling onto your hand and his sleeping bag. Not that that second mess will matter, since he'll likely sleep on yours with you, curled up at your side. Once you've worked him through his high, you carefully help him to lay on his back, caressing his face. "You did so good, hon. Feel a little better now?"

He just nods tiredly, reaching up to try and pull you down for a hug. You oblige for a few moments before laughing. "I've got to clean you up now, you gotta let go- I promise, hon, I'll be back in your arms in just a little bit, okay?"

He whines, but lets you go, and with a cloth from your pack and some water from your canteen, you manage to get him- and the-ahem- mess on his sleeping bag- cleaned up as fast as possible. And then, as promised, you're laying next to him with his arms wrapped around you, him clinging tight to you. You pet his head comfortingly as he falls asleep, whispering to him about how good he did. And not long after he's dozed off, you follow him into sleep, a contented smile on your face.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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bb / gg, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is the lead singer in a rock band and failed his Biology class last semester, so he has to take remedial classes over the summer. You're the Biology TA, double major in Psychology and Biology, watching him freak out over his make-up exam because he had overslept. Both of you are surrounded by rumors. Does the title stand for bad boy / good girl or bad bitch / good guy? Who knows.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; not the healthiest dynamic tbh; slight angst due to perceived unrequited love; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, begging, scratching / marking, choking, handjob (he is still wearing underwear), multiple orgasms, cowgirl, hair pulling, edging / orgasm denial, cock ring usage, m-masturbation, cum-eating); non-idol!BTS – rock singer, sub!Jungkook x studious, dom!reader

yes, it's SOWOOZOO JK, both the first yellow tropical look and the shredded black shirt look; for those who wanted him to be dom!JK, there is a moment when he is but not in the way you think because that's how I operate

Jeon Jungkook was a bad boy.

Wore too much black, dyed his hair too much, had tattoos, always had girls hanging around him. Sang in a rock band on the weekends, played electric guitar, played the game of how-many-numbers-can-I-get tonight? Never gave a girl his leather jacket to wear but was happy to buy her a drink and flirt with her until she got hot with arousal.

You were a good girl.

Always wore a blazer. Crisp white dress shirt and pleated skirt underneath, usually in a dark color. Sensible heels, but always heels. Did too many units a semester because you were double majoring in psychology and biology. Always arrived to class early, always turned in your assignments on time, always turned in your tests early and aced that shit. Took physics with calculus even though you didn’t have to because it was the harder one and you wanted a challenge.

Against the wall, shoving a fist into the neck, lips to lips, teeth snapping, hand travelling down, whimpering pleas and harsh growls, keep crying, I like it, ecstasy and pain, nails to skin. Tearing clothes off, biting, marking, I own you, and then, yes, you do, mouth and tongue, aching pleasure, cocked eyebrow, mocking the pathetic whines and cries, stopping right before the end, no, please, I’ve been good, and, you take what you get, hand fitting onto the neck, squeezing the sides, eyes rolling back, skin to skin, bruising slaps that would be seen tomorrow in the mirror, traced with shaking fingers and pants of an open mouth, moaning at the memory of sky-high pleasure while lightheaded and thoughtless, desperate to do it again.

There was a rumor.

Everyone liked Jeon Jungkook. He had two smiles, an endearing one and a teasing one. Both encapsulated the kind of person he was, honest and playful. He always sang with conviction, he rapped with savagery, and his lyrics were always from the heart. He always hung out with his bandmates after their performances at bars and interacted with those that came up to him. No one ever said Jungkook was mean or rude in any way.

And yet.

There was a rumor.

A rumor that Jeon Jungkook was taken.

He was the kind of guy that always made sure a drunk girl got home safe even though he didn’t know them. Paid for their taxi and everything. He focused a lot on his music and writing lyrics he thought would connect with others while taking into account his band members. He always told the truth if a girl confessed to him, saying he wasn’t looking right now, that he was very sorry if she thought otherwise, that there was someone he was already interested in.

“Oi.”

You slammed a hand onto the tabletop and Jeon Jungkook jumped, the shredded black shirt he was wearing falling down his shoulder, revealing his ink black tattoos on his tan skin. He was wearing a black tank top underneath.

“What’s with you? You missed the exam for your remedial class and you’ve spent the past ten minutes spacing out at your make-up exam,” you barked, pointing to his empty exam sheet. “You haven’t even filled out you name.”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “S… Sorry.”

You frowned. Why was he apologizing to you? Honestly, why did you sign up for this summer TA position again? Oh, right, money and credits. Hmph. It was really just an excuse for the professor to slack off while you did the tedious things like grading and watching over idiots that skipped class. Sorry, overslept. Hung over, probably, since this was the Jeon Jungkook. Rockstar, hottie, famous in his own way.

Whatever.

He could be Jesus Christ and you would still be scolding him for missing his remedial Biology exam.

“Fill out your name so at least I can fail you properly.”

Not that it mattered, since you knew who he was. He didn’t know you knew who he was, and you had zero incentive to inform him that you were indeed aware of the existence of black-haired, tattooed, chiseled-jaw, sparkly-eyed Jeon Jungkook, all due to the constant snide remarks that followed you in your wake.

You wouldn’t be such a bitch if a guy like Jeon Jungkook put you in your place.

Who the fuck was Jeon Jungkook?

This guy, this weirdo about to fail his fucking Biology exam in front of your face.

Impatiently, you rolled up the sleeves of your gray blazer and grabbed a chair, dragging it up to the table. You snapped the chair down and sat in it, smoothing your skirt. You liked to be neat. Even though university didn’t have a uniform, you liked to keep some sort of uniform for yourself. There was a sense of security in knowing you didn’t have to select an outfit every morning. Today, white dress shirt, gray blazer, pleated black skirt that hit slightly higher than mid-thigh. Every other outfit was some variation of this and, in the winter, you wore thick stockings.

You clicked your heels together under the table sharply.

He flinched at the sound.

Jungkook wasn’t looking at you. He was mumbling at his paper.

“I… I think I studied the wrong chapters…”

You clicked your tongue. Jeez.

His hand was shaking so bad that his pen was practically vibrating. You leaned over the table, grabbing his fist to still it.

“Stop.”

Your bare knees hit his bare knees, mostly because he was wearing black jeans with giant holes in them. Jungkook froze, head snapping up, silver earrings jangling, black hair flying, undercut visible for a second.

“You want to pass this class or what?”

He nodded quickly in response.

“Good. I want to get out of here. Keep your mouth shut. Answer to the first question is A.”

His eyes widened.

“Are you… helping me cheat?” he whispered, terrified.

You cocked your head, letting go of his hand. “You said you studied the wrong chapters. I’m not spending forty-five minutes of my life to watch you panic and then ten minutes more failing you,” you replied lowly, dangerous edge to your voice.

“I… couldn’t… I mean…”

You shoved his knees open with yours, narrowing your eyes as he yelped, pleading look in those brown doe eyes. You pressed your knees on the inside of his thighs, keeping them open.

“Answer to the second question is C.”

When Jungkook didn’t move, you reached over and cupped his chin. Felt his racing heartbeat pounding through his veins, coursing through your fingertips. Stared deep into those eyes, lowering the octave of your voice, keeping his thighs spread for you under the table.

“Listen to me,” you murmured softly. “Okay, Jungkook?”

“O… Okay…”

And he did.

There was a rumor.

Nobody liked you. Maybe it was because of your high scores ruining the class test average. Maybe it was the dismissive way you spoke to people, almost demeaning. Most likely it was a combination of the two. Students talked behind your back all the time, spreading rumors. Friends? What friends? You had an average of twenty class credits a semester. You didn’t have time to make friends. And besides, why try to make friends when clearly nobody wanted to be your friend?

And yet.

There was a rumor.

You ignored such things. You didn’t need such distractions.

“It would be too suspicious if you got full marks. This score is high enough.”

“O… Okay…”

“Get on the table.”

Jungkook scrambled on the wooden tabletop as you pushed his exam aside. You were still sitting in your chair. Your head tilted, eyebrow lifting at his speedy response to your rather suspicious request.

“You listened.”

He blinked at you. “Uh… yeah?”

Silence.

“Why?” you finally said.

Jungkook gulped. “Be… because you asked,” he mumbled, knees on the table, hands clutching his knees.

“You can just walk out and report me.”

He shook his head quickly, black hair flying everywhere. “I don’t want to.”

Your other eyebrow raised. He chewed on his lip, a flash of pink tongue in his movement.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”

Well.

You decided to test his conviction.

“Edge of the table. Spread your legs for me.”

Instantly, obediently, Jeon Jungkook surprised you by doing it, putting each leg on either side of you, chunky black sneakers hanging down. Shredded black shirt open, hands behind his ass, towering over you, and yet his eyes were watching you, waiting for more, begging for instruction.

“Hm.”

You raised your chin, seeing his impressively muscular thighs and body displayed for you to take. He was so close you could smell his clean, dreamy scent, like a meadow in summer dusk, surrounded by peeking stars and blinking fireflies. Interesting.

But you didn’t need the distraction.

“That’s it. You can go now,” you said dismissively, about to push your chair back.

His legs closed in, pressing firmly into your upper arms. Your eyes flickered up to him.

Jungkook shook his head very slowly.

“Do what you want.”

You saw his chest rise and fall, his silvery voice deepening, pupils expanding.

“I know you want to do something to me.”

His erection was bulging against the zipper of his black jeans. Your eyes went back to his face. He shivered at your sharp stare. All of this was happening in an otherwise empty lecture hall, with you and Jungkook at the very bottom.

Just you and him.

You placed your hands on his thighs. He jumped a little, but scooted closer to you. You slid your hands up. You undid the button of his jeans, scrutinizing those brown eyes. He raised his hips to help you as you pulled the zipper down.

“You don’t know me,” you finally said, no inflection in your voice.

He didn’t look away. “I don’t care.”

“Hmm.” You smirked. “Bad boy, aren’t you?”

Jungkook shook his head slightly, but didn’t break eye contact as you pulled his pants to his knees and reached for his black boxer briefs. “No. I’m a good guy. I want to give you what you want.” You hooked your fingers over the waistband and nicked his skin with your nails, making him gasp, the pleasure evident in his tone. He did not try to hide it from you. “I want to be good for you.”

“Why is that?”

He hung his head a little.

“Something about… how you make me feel…” he muttered. His gaze finally faltered. You reached up and righted his chin, forcing him to look at you. Saw that Jungkook had a mole under his mouth, perfectly in the center. He had a nice shape to his pink lips. You tapped his cheek, nudging him to elaborate. “You… You’re so pretty… and smart… Everyone looks up to you because you have such good grades…”

You doubted that.

Jungkook probably had no idea that most of the school hated your guts.

You didn’t have classes with Jungkook, but you were sure he knew your name because your name was posted on the Dean’s List of the highest-ranking students of the university every semester. Also, you weren’t hard to miss. Every student moved out of your way when you walked through the halls, whispering behind their hands.

Jungkook brought you back to the present.

“I feel,” he whispered, voice trembling, gaze locking with yours. “I feel like I want to be on my knees for you.”

His skin was warm under your nails.

“Like this is where I belong, in your hands.”

You stood up.

Jungkook started, turning into a tight squeak as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Lift up your shirt with both hands.”

He did was he was told, revealing his toned abs and the lower half of his pecs, biting his lip, clutching onto his tank top, ears turning red as he craned his head to look down at you. You didn’t give him any satisfying response. His tan skin seemed to glow under the overhead lights. You studied his face.

Reached up and began to rub his erection through his underwear.

“A… ah…”

“Gonna make you cum like this.”

He shook his head quickly. “P… Please, no…”

You felt him swell and twitch under your hand. He was pretty big. Thick. Pretty boy with a pretty dick, probably. You rubbed the head with your palm, feeling his pre-cum leaking through the thin fabric. He wasn’t kidding when he said you made him feel some kind of way.

“Why not? Make you cum in your underwear and then you have to go all the way home covered in it. All dirty, just for me.”

His handsome face twisted with sinful pleasure at your suggestion, whimpers in his throat. His cock jerked with need, wanting it.

“O… Okay. Whatever you want.”

So obedient.

“So obedient, Jungkook,” you purred, rubbing faster.

He nodded. “For you. Only for you. Just for you.”

Was it just saying those things because he thought that was what you wanted to hear? Or was that how he actually felt? Surely not the latter, considering he didn’t really know you. You leaned over him, placing your free elbow on the table to stabilize yourself. You hadn’t even kissed him.

“You’re so hard for me,” your drawled, lowering your head, letting your warm breath float down onto his skin. “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“Y… yes, please…”

“You want to be my toy?”

You pressed your lips to his bellybutton, feeling the smoothness of his skin, tasting it. He moaned at your kiss, your swift tongue flickering out to that delicious skin, whining when your teeth nipped at the softness. Fuck, he tasted so good that you wanted to mark him. Looked so fucking good that you wanted to mess him up, mar him with temporary imperfections on the perfection that was Jeon Jungkook.

“Yes…”

With breathless, lustful conviction.

You licked up his abs, increasing the intensity and speed of rubbing the engorged head of his cock, the pre-cum already soaked through and creating a slippery surface, turning Jungkook’s pitched whines to deep moans, a melody that filled up the entire lecture hall until was the only thing you could hear, Jungkook’s moans as you bit his skin, his moans as you sucked on his skin, moans as you kissed the hard muscle, cries for more at you left marks, pleading for you, sweet and beautiful, clutching his shirt so tight that his knuckles were white, the black tattoos of his right hand standing out, his cock throbbing in your hand, his hips rising to hump your palm, your name on his lips, over and over and over.

“Gonna… gonna cum…” he panted, sniffing slightly, cheeks flushing pink. “Gonna cum like how you want me to, all over my underwear…”

Your fingertips touched his side, seeing him stiffen and then shudder at your gentle caress.

“Do it,” you murmured. “Show me how good you are at listening, Jungkook.”

He bit his lower lip, jaw clenching, squeezing his eyes shut, tipping his head back into the tabletop, whining your name in his chest, your palm working him, slick and hot and hard, pulsating under your roughness. With a sharp moan, his lower lip popped out of his teeth, dark red and swollen, small mole quivering.

“F-Fuck…!”

You felt it and heard it, the unmistakable jolt and squelch as his orgasm splattered inside his boxer briefs, drenching the fabric, drenching your hand, his embarrassed whines as he realized what he had done but still humping your hand, forcing out every last twitch of dribbling cum, causing you to smear it everywhere, coating the sensitive head and adding to the pleasure, his cheeks flushed red, eyes squeezed shut to savor the pleasure and avoid looking at you.

“Shh…”

You crawled onto the table, still holding his cock through his soiled underwear, squeezing it, free hand slipping under his head and lifting him, his eyes weakly opening, scared and anxious, but all you did was lean down and kiss him, pressing your lips to that pure softness, exhaling his name into his mouth, his scent staining your hand, his cologne filling your nose, your whisper in his throat.

“Time for you to go home.”

Jungkook thought you would tell everyone.

You did no such thing.

Instead, you ignored him.

He would see you three times a week and, three times a week, you arrived with the professor and left with the professor. Jungkook tried much harder to attend classes, but you seemed not to care either way. He would come to the front and collect his assignment and find that you had marked it up exactly like everyone else, red marks all over his incorrect answers. You didn’t even look in his direction.

The next exam was coming up quickly.

Part of him considered skipping exam day to have one-on-one time with you again.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, jerking his head towards the hall, confused. Somehow, he had heard your voice. Or rather, did he imagine it? His teeth sunk into his lip, placing a hand on his forehead, confused. His head was confused. He couldn’t think straight. Why had he done such an embarrassing thing with you? Even you had told him to leave and report you. But Jungkook just couldn’t. Not then and not now. He had asked for it.

He still wanted it.

Nobody knew. Everybody thought he was a cocky, womanizing playboy. And he was, but not because of the sex. It was only because he was bored and that was all he could get. There was power in being on top.

And there was power in letting go.

You were bad for him.

He was a good guy.

You were a bad bitch.

And nobody knew.

A hand slapped down on his shoulder and yanked him around, the loose short sleeves of his yellow tropical shirt flaring out, making his sunglasses rattle on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him. Instant shivers down his spine at your stern gaze.

“Are you deaf?” you snapped. “I’ve been calling your name for the past minute.”

“I… S-Sor–”

You waved a hand dismissively, grabbing his right hand and slapping down a post-it into it.

“Chapters for the exam, including the date and time. Do not miss it this time. I will not let you make it up and fail you on the spot.”

You turned on your heel, letting go of his hand.

His left one shot out and circled around your arm, his rings pressing into your skin.

“Wait.”

You jerked your head towards him, glaring sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

And you yanked your arm out of his grasp, but his legs made the choice for him, following your swift strides, his backpack hanging off one shoulder, clutching the post-it and his last strands of sanity.

“Please, wait.”

“What?” was your curt response, not looking back at him.

“Please do it again,” he gasped breathlessly, unable to stop himself.

“Do what?”

“Have your way with me.”

You stopped walking.

Jungkook walked straight into your back and banged his nose on your head. He winced, stepping back and rubbing it gingerly. He didn’t register you turning around until it was too late and you were right in his face. You raised your chin and eyebrow simultaneously.

“No.”

He blinked rapidly, his tinted sunglasses halfway down the bridge of his nose.

“W… Why? Did you not like it? Was… was I bad?”

You let out an amused scoff.

The side of your lips curved upwards.

He had made you smile, even if only a little bit. Just that small thing was enough to feed his courage.

“I…” Jungkook coughed, clearing his throat before he spoke again, voice still a soft whisper in his embarrassment even though no one was around to eavesdrop. “I can be better. I can do better.”

Silence.

He thought you were going to walk away again.

You reached up and plucked his glasses off his nose. Folded them neatly and tucked them in his tropical shirt pocket. Then your eyes found his again and he knew something was different. He could see you clearly now, his vision no longer clouded by sienna.

Now, Jungkook could no longer stop it.

He could feel it all over him, coursing through his veins, arousal like fire. Something about you and something about him. Jungkook could sense the danger, but he didn’t want to run even though he knew he should. He had heard the rumors surrounding you. They could be true.

And yet.

“I want it,” Jungkook breathed, inviting himself into the danger. “I want you. I want to be your toy.”

Your discerning expression didn’t change.

You reached up and gripped his chin, digging your nails into his soft skin.

He whimpered in his chest, moving closer to you.

“What’s my name?”

His brows furrowed, saying your name hesitantly.

You pulled his chin down so he was eye-level.

“Next time you say my name, I will be choking it out of you.”

Everyone thought Jeon Jungkook was the kind of guy to grip your wrist with his left hand and your throat in his right, his lips against your ear and his sweaty chest against your back as you slapped your ass into his crotch and fucked yourself with his rock-hard cock, his smirk in your ear as he provided you with a certain type of encouragement.

“That’s right, you want this dick, don’t you? Show me. Prove to me you want it.”

His fingertips tightening against the sides of your neck, listening to your pathetic cries and moans as you tried to squirm against him, brain running out of oxygen due to lack of blood, running out of thoughts, running out of pleas as Jungkook gripped your wrist, deep snarl against your hair as he roughly finished himself off using your body because that’s all you were, someone to be used by him and nothing more, neck suddenly released with a breathless gasp and shoved face first into the sheets with his right hand splayed on your back, his tattoos and your orgasm crashing down on you, his growls staining the air and a fierce jerk of his hips to spill into your tight hole and leave you moments after, nothing but a discarded toy in his eyes.

You thought.

That was what everyone thought when Jeon Jungkook stood on stage, flipping his dark violet microphone between verses and smirking like a devil, truly in command of every thought and every pair of eyes on him, surrounded by a heavy bass line and deafening drums, guitar solo tearing through the moment to emphasize the next of his lips nearing the mic again, entrancing the crowd with his beautiful lips and talented tongue.

No one knew.

You were riding him hard and fast, torn condom wrappers and used condoms littering his bed, back-to-back orgasms, his head pressed into his pillows, your hand around his neck, the other leaving long lines down his chest, scratching him so hard that it dotted red, blooming lines of pain.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, f-fuck…”

Jungkook was hoarsely whispering, clutching his sheets, black hair soaked with sweat, raising his chest to your nails, whimpering, punish me, punish me, punish me, and you muttered plainly with a sharp edge, you talk too much, your grip tightening again, pressing onto the sides of his neck, cutting off the blood flow, and Jungkook moaned gratefully, eyelids fluttering, the slap of your hips to his louder and louder, filling up his whole bedroom, rattling his bedframe, fucking him so hard he was slowly sliding up to his headboard.

Your name fell from his lips in pure ecstasy, back arching to shove his whole length fully into you, thick and hard and twitching with need, your slick walls clamping down on him, fitting to him with a hiss. He began to match you, breathless, lightheaded, world hazy, moaning from deep in his chest, I love you, and your reply was only tightening your grip, your hand and your pussy, harder, harder, harder.

“Aren’t you such a good guy?” you scoffed sarcastically, letting up for only a second to let him reply, blood rocketing back into his brain, flooding him with oxygen, and Jungkook sucked in a lungful of air, reeling.

“N-No…” he panted. “You’re the good girl… you’re always s-so… so good to me…”

His eyes locked with yours hazy with lust and love. You almost looked away out of instinct.

“You a-always remember… what I like…” he managed to choke out.

You left him when you were done using him.

You pretended he didn’t say those words to you. There was no point in acknowledging the nonsense that he said in the middle of being choked and barely functioning. You tapped your pencil against your textbook.

You caught yourself thinking about him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes flickered to the clock. Late at night on a Friday. He was probably at a bar. You watched the second hand of your plain silver clock tick, tick away. You never asked to watch him and his band perform even though Jungkook always made it a point to text you the address and the time.

It was obvious Jungkook didn’t want you to be his secret.

He wasn’t really your secret either. You just saw no benefit to letting anyone know there was a connection between you and Jeon Jungkook. After all, you were just using him.

You stopped tapping your pencil.

Stared at the second hand.

Tick.

Heard the voices of the rumors poisoning you, saying the things they said.

She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else because she’s a nerd.

The only reason she has good grades is because she fucked that one professor.

I heard she dated him.

I mean, there’s a reason he left in the middle of the semester, right?

He had a wife!

Snap.

Your eyes flickered down.

The tip of your pencil lead rolled across the page, leaving tiny pinpricks of granite.

There was never any evidence because nothing happened. Nothing happened between you and said psychology professor. He left in the middle of the semester because his wife had a miscarriage and he wanted to be with her. It had nothing to do with you. You had long discussions with him about life and existentialism, hanging out during his office hours.

Sometimes, you felt bad.

Had you kept him from his wife? Would it have not happened if he just skipped his office hours and didn’t spend them talking to you? These were irrational, foolish thoughts. They made you guilty even when there was nothing to be guilty about.

He was a nice guy, mid-thirties. Everyone liked this professor.

They blamed you because they didn’t know.

Only you knew, because he told you with tears in his eyes and thanked you for being his student.

You didn’t tell anyone, because he did not owe you an explanation and you were not going to divulge someone’s personal business that they had shared with you in confidence. You watched your reputation crumble and fall apart, watched friends ostracize you, because you didn’t tell them anything and they didn’t believe you. You watched yourself turn bitter and hateful.

Just tell the truth.

There was no truth to be told.

You put your pencil down.

Closed your eyes.

Remembered Jungkook’s face.

Your hands were in his hair, pulling hard. His hot breath was in your face, arms shaking as he held himself up, fucking you into his mattress with whines in his chest, begging you, begging you, begging you.

“P-Please… let me cum, please…”

You liked to watch the sweat clinging to his high cheekbones and neck, jaw glistening with tension, feeling his strong body between your legs, his twitching hardness sliding into you repeatedly in rough, hard smacks, squeezing him every time he was fully sheathed inside you, vibrations coursing through you every time he came down.

“Not until I’m done,” you growled and he whimpered, pleading look in those brown doe eyes, black pupils expanded, unable to cum because a vibrating cock ring was restricting his orgasm, keeping him hard but unable to climax, sending thundering pleasure through him and into you. He watched helplessly as you gripped his hair, hissing sharply as another wave of pleasure overtook you, closing your eyes to savor it, savor his swollen cock twitching inside you as he felt the intense massage of your pussy walls closing around him, throbbing around the head and driving him insane, moaning pathetically because he couldn’t follow suit no matter how desperate he was.

Jungkook didn’t ask if you were done.

He just kept going because you told him he couldn’t cum until you were done.

And you didn’t say you were done.

You stared into those brown orbs, hazy with lust and full of conviction to be good for you.

Desperate to be the best and the only one, not knowing there was no one else because no one else wanted you like the way Jeon Jungkook wanted you.

“Pull out.”

“B-But…”

“You heard me,” you exhaled, throbs of pleasure still trembling through you. Your hands slid down, cupping his chin, nails digging into his sweaty cheeks. “Obey.”

With a pained whine, Jungkook obeyed, pulling out of you, his cock covered in your juices, wearing a condom and the black cock ring. You reached over with one hand to press the button on the remote to turn in off.

“Take it all off. Let me see your cock.”

He reached down and slowly pulled the cock ring off, taking the condom with it, whimpering at the sensitivity, his tone hitting a lovely pitched groan as the silicone squeezed the base of the head. His whole body was shaking as it fell from his hands, the veins on his length standing out, head purple-red and angry, white pre-cum slowly beading at the tip, and his face, looking down at you, waiting for your next move.

Cock waiting to be used.

You tapped your chest.

“Cum on my tits.”

“B-But–”

You cut him off.

“You’re going to cum on my tits and then you’re going to lick it off while I watch.”

He listened.

Jungkook straddled your waist with his thighs, muscular and defined, right hand wrapping around his cock, sweat making the tattoos on his forearm and shoulder glow in the low light, smelling like sex and musk, his core tightening as he touched his overstimulated length, using the lube of the condom and his own pre-cum to add to the pleasure as he began to stroke himself, moaning as you lifted your hands and cupped your breasts, pushing them together, his eyes on the curve of your cleavage and points of your hard nipples sticking out, and then your face, an indifferent look with a cocked eyebrow, taunting him, unimpressed by his timid grip on his cock, so he squeezed harder, tighter, embarrassing cries falling from his mouth, living for the smirk that slowly began to form on your lips.

It empowered him somehow, that smirk, the little inkling of satisfaction that Jungkook wanted, needed, craved, knowing he was doing well, being good, furiously pumping his aching cock over your pressed-together tits and he couldn’t last, couldn’t help it, too overstimulated and too turned on, too in love with this to prevent himself from tipping over with a hot gasp, spilling streams of sticky white lines over your breasts, spreading them everywhere, making a huge mess because he wanted a huge mess to clean up, shoving the head into your cleavage and shuddering at the sensation of warmth to his scorching heat, able to feel the pulse of the engorged tip dripping out what was left, shivers up and down his spine, the words falling from his mouth that he never stopped saying even though you never acknowledged them.

“I... l-love you…”

He stayed like that for nearly a full minute, but you didn’t tell him to get off.

His eyes were closed, savoring the feeling.

Slowly, Jungkook gingerly removed himself, lowering his body over yours, tongue sliding out, touching your skin covered in his cum, his taste, mine, no one else’s, him on you, lapping it up, salty and bitter and yet he loved it, loved that you told him to do it, loved that you let him paint your skin with his orgasm and now his saliva. He didn’t care that you never said anything to his I love you, didn’t care that you seemed to pretend he never said it, because he would continue saying it when he was with you, hopeless as it was.

It was the small things that kept him going, sucking his own cum off your nipple and wrapping his lips around it, hearing your soft sigh of pleasure, feeling the tap on his thigh that instructed him to scoot up, the small thing of your hand closing in on his spent cock, sending sparks of pain but also pleasure, moaning into your skin as you massaged his balls with your fingers, knowing that he could take more pressure and roughness because he had just came, the small thing of your thumb rubbing the sensitive slit, his face pressing into your breasts, smearing his cheek with his cum and saliva, sliding across your slick skin because of the intensity of the high it gave him, the pleasure and the pain, his right arm coming up to wrap around you, tattoos cradling your torso.

“I love you…” he whispered to your racing heart under his ear, lost in the rhythm of your heartbeat and the firmness of your touch. Jungkook did not care if you hated him saying it.

He would continue saying it as long as he was with you.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…?”

“Hmm.”

He placed his hand over the bottom of his phone and smiled at the cute girl that was talking to him at the bar.

“Sorry. I have to take this call. It’s important to me.”

He didn’t hear her response, because he backed away, bowing lightly, pressing his phone back to his ear.

“Ah, never mind, Jungkook.”

“No, no. What is it? Tell me.”

“You’re at a noisy place. It’s Saturday night.”

Jungkook pushed through the people, mumbling his apologies and straining to hear your voice over the thundering bass. “I finished. Well, we finished. We’re only drinking. I can leave at any time. I’ll just text the guys to bring my equipment back for me. Where are you?”

“Forget it.”

He opened the door of the club as the dial tone rang in his ear.

Looked up.

Your hand dropped to your side. You were still in your white dress shirt and navy skirt, dressed exactly like you were when at school minus the blazer. Jungkook’s eyes widened. He was in a torn-up long-sleeve shirt with the right sleeve removed, showing off his tattoos. His black hair was wild and half-wet, and he was wearing tight leather pants.

You clicked your tongue.

“I said forget it,” you repeated hollowly.

You sighed and turned around, skirt swishing in your wake.

“Wait, I’ll come with you–”

“Go back to where you belong, Jungkook.”

His hand closed around your forearm, holding tight.

“I belong with you.”

You stopped walking, silent.

“What is it? Tell me.”

You scowled. “It’s dumb.”

“So am I, remember?” he chuckled, his hand slipping down, squeezing yours. “I’m not very good at school.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Cars and people brushed past, but Jungkook was focused onto on your stillness, watching your eyes seemed to be thinking about many things. You hadn’t pulled your hand out of his yet. By now, Jungkook knew that if you didn’t want something, you wouldn’t be shy about telling him right away.

You started walking again. Jungkook was still holding your hand.

“It was just a moment of weakness,” you mumbled under your breath.

“A guy…?”

You didn’t answer.

Jungkook squeezed your hand. “It’s okay,” he murmured tightly. “I understand.”

He did not. He wanted to cry.

Your eyes shot to him, pinning him in place. “You don’t understand, Jeon Jungkook. You understand nothing.” You pulled your hand out of his and Jungkook let go, trying to hold his pain, trying not to breathe because he was preparing himself for the inevitable, the moment you were going to break his heart and, if it was right here and right now, then so be it, because he had said how he felt repeatedly and there was nothing more he could do than that.

He loved you so, so bad.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, that it was madness, but he did anyway.

But you surprised him.

Your sharp gaze softened.

“You know what they say about me. You have to know,” you exhaled, shaking your head. “You must know the rumors.”

Good girl gone bad.

Jungkook frowned. “About you and the professor?”

He watched your jaw clench.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

Your eyes shifted, not quite looking at him.

“Whether something did or didn’t happen, what does that have to do with me?”

And now you looked at him, guarded, not letting him know your thoughts.

“You…” He swallowed, trying to press the lump down in his throat. “You’re just using me, right? It doesn’t… doesn’t really matter, because in the end I don’t matter to you anyway… right?”

He did not want to cry and yet he did, because he knew he loved you. It was the small things, the way you never let up on him even in class, the way you picked days that were never the weekend and never before exams, the way you would brush your fingertips on his knuckles before leaving when you thought he was asleep, the way on the last time, the last time you were together, that you pressed your lips to his forehead when you thought he was asleep, running your fingers through his hair.

Jungkook was standing outside this bar and there were people he knew walking past, seeing you and him, but he kept his eyes on you, because the only one that mattered was you.

The one he belonged to was you.

He had decided that when he climbed onto the table that day.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and let out a heavy breath. “If people say things about you, then they say things about you. Whether it’s the truth or not doesn’t change the fact I love you. It doesn’t make me love you less,” Jungkook said, speaking at his usual volume, because there was no reason to whisper the truth. “Even if it’s pointless and crazy, I want to be with you until the day you don’t want to be with me.”

His smiled and blinked back tears.

“Even if that day is today, I will never regret it.”

In this cruel summer, you could have ruined his reputation. You could have told everyone the kind of person he really was and you didn’t. You could have spread embarrassing stories of the things you made him do and you didn’t.

Even if he didn’t matter to you, Jungkook was confident that you weren’t a malicious person.

You rubbed your forehead. “The rumors will come to you.”

Jungkook laughed. “So what? I heard a rumor that I removed two ribs so I could suck my own dick. I admit, I considered doing it after hearing that.”

You scowled, but Jungkook only smiled in return. He could see the tension falling from your face with his comment. You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, as if to say, can’t be helped.

“There’s no other guy,” you muttered. “There’s just you and you’re dumb.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly, confused.

“You say it over and over and make me think about it all the time.” You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not a good girl. People pushed me away and I stayed there instead of trying to repair the burned bridges. I don’t even think I want to repair them. Who knows what will happen next? I don’t think it would be a good idea to put you through that shit.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, looking at him apologetically.

“You’re not the bad boy everyone says you are. You’re a good guy. You should find a good girl.”

Is that what you think? Jungkook chuckled, taking out his hand and rubbing his nose thoughtfully.

“I don’t want a good girl.”

He stepped toward you, lowering his hand and his head so that he was eye level with you.

“I love a bad bitch who can push me around and makes me their toy.”

He tilted his head, small curve on those beautiful lips, tiny mole underneath appearing with every smile.

“Which can only be you, you know.”

Jungkook didn’t try to kiss you. He only wanted to look into your eyes so you knew his conviction.

“I love you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ve heard you say it.”

He nodded. “And I’m going to keep saying it until the day you leave me.”

Silence.

Ah.

Your eyebrow lowered and you gave him an indifferent look.

“Hm. I wonder when that will be, Jungkook.”

You leaned in, but before you kissed him, he heard the whisper against his lips, felt the shape of yours as they brushed against his, words he prepared himself to never hear from you, words that he thought you would never say, and that was fine with him, because you showed it, and that was enough.

He thought.

“I love you.”

And then your lips on his and his tears fell onto your cheeks because Jungkook wanted to cry all this time and he could not stop now, knowing that he was so, so in love with you and you finally, finally said it back to him.

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Discipline- Maknae Line

How and why would Yandere Bangtan punish you?

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual interactions, yandere themes, Dom/sub-themes.

Playboy!Jimin

Unlike the other members, Jimin doesn't have a feeling of superiority over you. He doesn't see you as something helpless and vulnerable, or someone to control. He sees you as his other half. The problem is, is that he is extremely possessive and insecure, and that makes him unstable. He has put so much faith and trust into an ideal version of you, one that he created in his head, one that could feel exactly what he wanted and what he needed at all times. So whenever you don't live up to that expectation, when you fall short of predicting what he wants, he snaps.

Don't get me wrong, he isn't going to have a meltdown at every little thing, but enough of those little things build up into a clusterfuck of disappointment.

Look at last Tuesday for example.

- In the morning he wanted to hold your hand and cuddle in bed, but you got up and went to have breakfast instead.

- Next, when you were showering, he was hoping you would call him in to be with you. He wanted to be able to spend that little bit of extra time being close to you. But you didn't ask him.

- So while you showered he picked out the perfect outfit for your girl's-day-out lunch. But you refused to wear it, opting for something completely different. You didn't even thank him for the effort.

- Then the final straw came as you declined to take his credit card with you. If you were going out without him, he still wanted to be the one to spoil you. You might have thought you were being polite by not accepting his money, but he saw it as rejecting him.

So one temper tantrum later, a whole lot of smashed glass and a black eye you'd be too embarrassed to explain, you decided it was best to call and cancel with your friends. And besides, after Jimin gets mad, he apologizes a lot and becomes very sweet and gentle, so at least you had a day of pampering to look forward to.

Still, he'll leave you thinking back through the day trying so hard to figure out what it was that you did to upset him. He isn't going to tell you of course. That wouldn't make the connection real. You're supposed to just know what you did wrong!

Dom!Taehyung

There are two different situations in play for Taehyung. As a Dom, he knows and accepts that there are times when he will need to correct you. You crave discipline and submission and he is more than happy to accept the responsibility and give it to you.

Usually, you're his well behaved little girl, but sometimes even you mess up.

As every sub knows, sometimes you go from being playful and provocative to being a bratty smartass without even realizing it. Although, some times you might do it on purpose. And whether it was an accident or not, you know very well that brats get spanked or flogged until they're put back in their place and can't sit down.

And for those special times when you deliberately misbehave or when you genuinely upset him, he has a particular punishment reserved for you. Go ahead, tell him no. Roll your eyes at him. Order him around. He'll make time in his schedule to remind you how you should behave. And he is going to love hearing you beg when he takes you to the brink of ecstasy over and over only to deny you. Or worse, he'll make you cum over and over. And again, and again, and again, until your crying for mercy from being overstimulated.

But all of these are honestly things you enjoy. Even the worst of it, you love. You like being manhandled and controlled and being made to cry from pleasure and pain. It's part of the fun.

The problem comes with how and why Taehyung really punishes you. Any D/s relationship is supposed to come with free communication and clear boundaries. However, both of those are repellent to Tae. He wants a perfectly obedient toy, not someone with thoughts and opinions. So when you try to bring up any limits, when you ask him to slow down or god forbid, when you use your safe word, something cruel comes out of him. You never would think so few words about how you're disappointing him, or how he expected more from you, could feel so terrible. Especially when he backs those cold remarks up by removing his time and affection from you for a few days.

Don't worry though, things will go right back to normal once you come to him apologizing and crying for him to not discard you.

And he knows you will.

Mafia!Junkook

In the privacy of your own home, there isn't much that will make Jungkook mad. He's loving and caring, pretty easy going and so much fun to be with. But you will see all of that changes the second any outside attention is on him. Among his men and the public, he is a totally different person. There's a tightness to his jaw, a harshness to his stare. He's so controlled and intimidating, and he accepts nothing less than perfect compliance and respect from everyone.

So for when other people are around or on those good days when he lets you outside, there's a couple of things you'll need to quickly learn.

1. You belong to him. Jungkook doesn't let anyone take or even touch what's his and that applies to you also. You want to talk to someone else, you better ask permission first. And if by some horrible mistake someone starts to become too friendly with you, you better run back to Jungkook to let him deal with it.

2. You never question him. Not with a look, not with words. He tells you to do something, you say yes and move quick. Hell, if he tells you the sky is made of pancake batter, you thank him for letting you know and make sure to never ever say anything to the contrary.

3. You don't dare challenge him or risk embarrassing him. Like I said, you're his. And what kind of criminal organization could he run if he let even his own property stand up to him. While he would never give you the chance to make him look weak, if you did somehow happen to do so, he would need to make a very large and very public example out of you to smother any question to his leadership that you may have caused.

Break any of these guides and you should expect a swift reaction. Whether it be by physical means or by forcing you into a debased position, he will make sure he displays his authority.

In a sick way, he's kind of thankful when you do act out because it gives him the opportunity to provide a great lesson to his friends and enemies. He loves you but should you cross him, he'd be willing to beat you unconscious. So imagine what he'd do to them.

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cherryblossomtease · 3 years

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Chapter 16

18 + only

warnings and summary - Masterlist

Authors Notes: So maybe sometimes I get a little wrapped up in the romance and the drama amongst the kink *shrug* I was very much in my feelings while writing the next few parts but I sincerely hope you enjoy the next few posts over the next couple of nights. I’m happily working on the ending!

Warnings: 18+ only as always. Thank you for knowing your own limits. Not everyone can handle this much Bronte… by Bronte I mean m/m/f action lols- no but really— explicit sexual situations, m/m first time sexual exploration and insinuation, dom Zemo, sub reader, sub Bucky

You’re convinced overindulgence was invented on the first yachts. It was probably the romans who came up with it. Caligula comes to mind. Terrible person, evil fuck really. Threw epic parties though and some of the best were on boats. While you’re missing a few hundred people to reach those levels, the next couple of days could inspire a depraved emperor or two.

You eat drink and laugh your way through a hazy cloud of hedonistic delight until you've managed to find yourself between them, beside them or beneath them on every level of the yacht. And if you aren't being fucked into oblivion, then you and Bucky are on your knees obeying Helmut’s many commands.

And yet it’s not all A.D. levels of body fluid swapping. You and Bucky convince Zemo to give your favorite baking competition show a chance and end up binging all of season three from the start, with you cheering when the winner is announced because you called it when they thought it would be the odds-on favorite.

During the lazy days that drag on so much longer than real life would ever allow, you team up with Bucky and nearly defeat Zemo at an endless game of chess which you can see only happens because he allows it; however you both easily beat the Baron at shuffleboard and more than once until he's convinced you’re both cheating.

The games are fun of course, but what you most like is watching Zemo and Bucky find their stride as a couple while learning how to share you, after all they've only ever had you apart. It's sweet to see them so attentive and aware of one another, not wanting to make the other feel pushed aside or less than. Yes Zemo is the dominant one in this relationship, thats been established, but respect and care for feelings is not bound by a role.

It's the little things that show this, like how Zemo will watch the way Bucky traces his finger down your neck thinking you don't see him looking and adjust his own subtle displays of affection. It happened in the lounge after you all went swimming just this past afternoon. You’d settled onto the low couch together, reading and scrolling. He used to touch you just like that—playing with your hair, stroking the back of your neck— now he watches, and it makes him smile to see Bucky so gentle with you. Without a word and little effort he lifts your legs up and over his own putting his feet up on the coffee table before getting lost in his book again so that you are cradled between them. This way, Bucky is free to touch you as much as he wants and Helmut can wrap his arm around the tops of your thighs and lay his warm hand on your knee. Sometimes, when he reads something especially interesting, he grips just a little tighter...

Helmut Zemo.

Your ever observant Baron. Always attentive to every need, so ready to serve for a man so quick with a command. Be it a drink, or a late night snack; Helmut is never above offering every comfort. He is a gentle and adoring force of such intense love that you both feel swallowed by the world he’s built around you.

On a calm and peaceful night —you can’t say which one, because you’ve intentionally lost count— the sky is full of stars and a low hanging white moon, so the three of you go out onto the bedroom balcony and curl up together on the oversized white sofa. You’ve brought a glass of wine and a blanket and take a big gulp of the jammy red before laying your head in Zemo’s lap while Bucky rests in the crook of his arm making himself small enough to fit and Helmut opens one of the many books from the den.

One of the things you’ve found out during your travels is that in preparation for his escape, Oeznik had been busy readying two crates full of the things the Baron would need; some things which were private and other small luxuries a man like Zemo can not live without, like these books. You’ve begged him to start Wuthering Heights. He doesn’t mind, Helmut is a tragic romantic at heart, it’s Bucky who seems a little doubtful at first but by the time Cathy’s ghost is begging to be let in through Heathcliff’s window, Bucky is silent and listening, completely lost in the story, or as your suspect, this beautiful telling of it. You’re just glad he’s able to experience the delight that is Helmut's voice all soft and calm as he brings the story to life. Everyone should be so lucky…

When he’s gone through the first couple of chapters and you’re starting to fall asleep, he closes the book, kisses your head and rubs Bucky’s thigh suggesting that it’s time to go in.

The bed is a welcome change and while you’re all too tired for a wild session like what happened on the upper deck this morning (your knees still ache and you’re pretty sure Bucky would have marks from Helmut’s belt across his back if it weren’t for his healing abilities) you can sense something special starting.

It’s easy to forget on nights like this that anyone is submissive or dominant in your relationship. There is no edge to the way you touch one another, just love. Limbs intertwine, hands touch and rub and hold; only Bucky’s cool vibranium gives away his identity, otherwise there is a playful mystery in the dark that you all choose to let remain until you kiss a mouth and smile figuring out that it's Bucky because his lips are full and pillowy soft while the fingers that calmly stroke your wet center are Helmut’s because they move in his confident, graceful way. And you find yourself thinking of something you really haven’t before.

Experience. It’s something the three of you have so much of and in so many different ways that you nearly forget one of you is technically a virgin.

Hard to imagine the man kissing you, the man who has been inside of you so many times is new to this, well a form of this. The thought makes your heart flutter with excitement as you feel the deft fingers leave you and Helmut gets up from the bed.

He doesn’t go far and you wonder what it is he’s gotten.

When you feel the weight of him dip the mattress and much closer this time, you open your eyes curious but realize it’s a little too dark and Bucky’s face is too close to see. You pull back wanting to catch a glimpse of what you think is happening as the faint scent of bergamot tells you all you need to know.

Bucky raises up, not far, but enough that the moonlight shines on half his face letting you see how his brows knit close together. His gasp is light. He does not exhale. You can’t see past him but you know that Helmut has been slowly nudging him closer towards his first time and you have been watching this man be readied for a moment that just a few days ago he never would have imagined— or maybe he has? Honestly based on the way he grinds his ass against Zemo when the three of you are lost in all sorts of lovely situations, you’d say he’s imagined it a lot more than he’s letting on.

He exhales and they moan together as you pull him down into a deep kiss.

Is that one finger or two?

“Would you like to come inside of her?” Helmut asks softly as Bucky breathes through the feel.

He hovers over you, eyes shut tight, licking his lips before moaning softly again “Yes.” He manages to say, and you’re so wet you think Zemo could have saved the oil.

Permission must come through some physical contact because you hear nothing, just feel him at your entrance and then inside of you. You can’t help but to moan and arch your back, your stomach pressing against his, your nipples brushing against his warm chest groaning as you give into the familiar size of him, opening your mouth with a deep sigh as your heart races knowing he is taking you while being had.

Between breaths you catch a glimpse of Helmut beside him —right hand flat on the small of Bucky’s back the muscle of his left forearm flexing rhythmically— his face is stern with concentration but his eyes are soft. He does love to make you both feel good. For all his bluster and demanding, nothing ever makes him so happy as pleasing you and Bucky.

The fact that you start to come so quickly is no surprise but the fact that you start to come together makes you look at one another. You smiling through the quick breaths, Bucky’s furrowed brow a sign of his shock but absolute pleasure. It’s too much for him in the best way as he rocks his hips, slowly thrusting deep into your body that clings to him.

You shut your eyes, your gasp mixed with a laugh and a cry as you come.

Bucky lays over you, his face tucked into the safe corner of your neck, so soft and warm where he moans heavily, climaxing in a way he’s never experienced before. You put your arms around him holding him tight and the sound he makes is the sound of a man who has just discovered quite a few things about himself.

He raises up, breathing hard, stunned and happy as he kisses you.

That was incredible for you both and together you quickly look over Bucky’s shoulder at Zemo who sits gazing at your faces in the dark…

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justalarryblog · 3 years

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🎆Thank You, Daddy by @recklessandbrave (10k) | Explicit

Harry’s hot, wet mouth is around him before Louis even has the chance to blink, and it feels so good, the icy sting of the frozen dessert disappearing as Harry’s soft tongue laps it up. After Harry swallows, he pulls off the head of Louis’ cock and then dips down to trail his tongue up the shaft, collecting the bits that dribbled down. “Yummy. Thank you, daddy.” He hums pleasantly.

Or the one where Louis gets an idea, and Harry wears panties

Part 2 of Pastel

🎆Stillness Is The Move by @turnyourankle (2k) | Explicit

Harry fails to follow instructions and requires punishment.

🎆And I know he’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb by @capturethesunset (3k) | Not Rated

Louis getting wrecked by jealous Harry.

🎆give and take by @sky_reid (1k) | Explicit

sometimes louis just needs.

🎆we’re still going, eight in the morning by @nooelgallagher, @yoursongonmyheart (31k) | Explicit

Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.

DJTommo is now following you!

@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!

Direct Message from @DJTommo!

Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.

Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”

Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.

Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan.

…Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting.

🎆When I hear your cries, praying for life. (I will be there) by @brokenbeauty (5k) | Explicit

Well, I figured we needed Larry birthday sex, soooo….. ;))))

🎆St. Austin’s School for Boys by @domtommo, @winsomefreak (100k) | Explicit

St. Austin’s School for Boys is a correction school for young men that uses corporal punishment as their means of discipline. After one too many infractions, Harry Styles is sent there till graduation. Upon arriving Harry meets his dorm advisor who also happens to be the first year sex-education teacher and footie coach, Louis Tomlinson. Harry falls in absolute adoration for the teacher and is all too ready to drop down onto his knees for him. During his stay he learns some very interesting things about himself… Welcome to St. Austin’s School for Boys, where the hallways are filled with love, drama, and sex.

Part 1 of St. Austin’s School for Boys

🎆I’m Gonna Love You (Until You Hate me) by @sweaterpawstyles (8k) | Explicit

As if reading his mind, Louis glanced over his glasses at Harry, presumably because Harry didn’t reply to his statement earlier.

“I decided to get my glasses out again,” he chuckled, winking at Harry. “Do you like them?“

Harry felt his face heat up. No, he didn’t just like them. He fucking loved them and wanted to ride Louis and call him daddy while he wore them. But he didn’t want to just tell Louis this.

Louis wears glasses and Harry doesn’t like to be teased

🎆jump in the deep end by @istajmaal (4k) | Explicit

Louis’s stomach lurches as he closes the last bit of distance, Harry’s nose settling between his arse cheeks and pushing them apart. Harry’s lips brush against the puckered skin around Louis’s hole in a kiss and Louis lets out a whine so high-pitched he barely recognizes it as coming from himself—what if I’m not clean enough, what if Harry hates it, what if Harry pushes me away—but then Harry’s long, wet tongue swoops in a circle around Louis’s rim and Louis feels like all the breath is knocked out of him. He grabs for Harry’s hand, still digging into his thigh, and squeezes over it, until Harry releases his vice grip on Louis’s thigh and laces his fingers through Louis’s.

or, Louis’s arse is a sensitive subject, so Harry approaches it gently. With his tongue.

🎆daddy daddy cool by @sky_reid (6k) | Explicit

harry wakes up hard.

🎆Truth Be Told (I Never Was Yours) by @JustForTommo (76k) | Explicit

Harry watches Louis as he scrunches up his nose and bites the end of a pen in concentration. He’s been working on seating arrangements for the past hour and getting more frustrated by the minute. Louis huffs out a breath and glances down at Harry with a soft smile on his lips before he returns to the task at hand. It’s easy, right then, for Harry to let himself believe that they’re planning a seating chart for their own wedding and bickering over who is going to sit where from a list of their own family members. He can let himself daydream about a white picket fence and a dog that they could have within the next year.

It’s like a cold slap in the face when Harry looks to the top of the page to see “Aiden and Louis Grimshaw” at the head table, and Harry has to mentally remind himself for the thousandth time that Louis is not his. Never was, really. He’s just the wedding planner that’s been in love with Louis since he was sixteen.

(or the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.)

🎆This Feeling orphan_account (58k) | Explicit

“Gonna play it back for you now.” Louis clicked play and the song flooded through Harry’s headphones.

The sound of each others voices united into one, and the rhythm of the music carried their voices effortlessly. Harry’s insides tingled and a wave of shivers rolled down his spine.

Before the clip cut off, Harry turned to raise an eyebrow at Louis, and failed miserably at disguising his smile. Louis stared back at him in shock.

Or A Larry Duet AU

🎆The Night Sky is Changing Overhead orphan_account (124k) | Explicit

“Um, sorry, but I believe that’s actually mine,” Harry said a bit awkwardly, pointing at the cup.

The man huffed, slightly narrowing his blue eyes, “Nope, large Americano, dash of cream.” He held the coffee up closer to Harry and honestly, Harry knew exactly what was in the cup because it was his coffee.

“Right,” Harry slowly drawled out as if he was talking to a toddler, “Which would make that mine.”

“Look, I really don’t have time for this, I’m running late. And this,” he said before he took a sip from the cup, “Is mine.”

Harry’s jaw dropped and he held his hands out, failing them slightly, “Wha-you can’t just drink it!”

“Well I did, so, do you still want it or can I be on my way?” The man challenged.

Harry shook his head disbelievingly, “Take it, but for the record, it says Harry on it.”

The man turned the cup around and a sharp laugh came out of his mouth, “Well, shit.” He looked at Harry, a smile stretched across his face as crinkles formed next to his eyes. “Thanks, Harry.”

🎆The Arrangement by @daddyy_harryy, @HyFrLarry1224 (218k) | Mature

Louis knew it was his time. Once anyone turned 13, they were watched. And when they were 16 it could be any time. Anytime they could be taken. It was just weeks after his 16th birthday and there he was, sitting in the back of the van.

Louis is forced to marry Harry and bear his children. He is to listen to Harry and do as he says, no matter what. Speaking is a given, and freedom doesn’t exist. Will the sixteen year old boy find himself falling in love with the Leader of the British Mafia? Or will he find himself stuck in a place he doesn’t want to be, with an abusive asshole for a husband?

🎆Something in the World Today by @whoknows(48k) | Explicit

It shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.

Somehow, it still is.

🎆I Cannot Dream Tonight Series by @afangirlfantasy (50k) | Not Rated

At 16 years old, everyone takes a compatibility test on their birthday. At some point after taking the test, and along with other data collected, everyone finds out if they are a Dom or Sub.

At 17 years old, everyone receives a bracelet that notifies them when they have been matched. Every Dom needs a Sub. Every Sub needs a Dom.

When Louis’ bracelet lights up weeks after getting it, let’s just say that who he is matched with, is not quite what he had been expecting.

🎆Don’t Waste Your Time On Me, You’re Already The Voice Inside My Head by @afangirlfantasy (28k) | Not Rated

At 16 years old, everyone takes a compatibility test on their birthday. At some point after taking the test, and along with other data collected, everyone finds out if they are a Dom or Sub.

🎆His Submission Series by tonystankyall (orphan_account) (152k) | Mature

Louis Tomlinson lives in a world where Domination and Submission is a norm. When you are born you are either branded Sub or Dom. Subs get a little pink or blue, depeneding on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck. Doms get Red or Black, depending on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck.

Louis Tomlinson was branded with a Blue tattoo and his day has finally come. The day of his 18th birthday where he will be randomly assigned a Dom. This dom could range from younger to older, poorer to richer, and male to female. You never knew what you were going to get. Some Doms were more harsher and stricter than others. Louis didn’t want a harsh Dom to submit to.

Harry Styles was branded with a Black tattoo and he just recieved in the mail that he was finally getting a submissive. Harry was a 32 year old man, settled in, and very very rich. He’s been waiting for an assigned submissive to be chosen for him for a very long time. His Dom friend, Zayn, has gotten his submissive two years prior, a little spit fire irish boy, Niall.

*The rest is in the note*

At 17 years old, everyone receives a bracelet that notifies them when they have been matched. Every Dom needs a Sub. Every Sub needs a Dom.

When Louis’ bracelet lights up weeks after getting it, let’s just say that who he is matched with, is not quite what he had been expecting.

🎆driving instructor fic by @LoadedGunn (104k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

🎆Loving You Is Free by @littlelouishiccups (91k) | Explicit

Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.

🎆sex shop fic (dildornado ‘verse) by @istajmaal, @LoadedGunn (96k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

🎆welcome to the mansion by @blankiehxrry (7k) | Explicit

Harry is a Playboy bunny.

🎆Wild and Rain by @softandslow (45k) | Explicit

Louis has been looking after Tessa since he was sixteen. Harry’s a man in a business suit who has loved his daughter’s babysitter for three whole years.

🎆A Million Years by @sunflowerstyles (3k) | Explicit

Louis always ends up feeling guilty that he’s not ready to give Harry what he wants. Harry shows him how much fun they can have while they wait together.

🎆Can’t help but touch myself by @Tita (7k) | Explicit

“I asked what these were, love.” Harry gulps. “Panties,” he explains with heated cheeks, needing more than the light touches from Louis and getting nothing. “What did you get them for? Were they to impress someone else?” He asks, and Harry shakes his head fervently, stumbling over his words as he tries to get his tongue to cooperate. “No, no,” he emphasizes, arching his back to plaster himself to Louis. “For you, always for you, Daddy.”

🎆Champagne by @fanshae (2k) | Explicit

“Look at how pretty you are,” Louis murmurs, Harry’s stockinged toes curling against the floor at the praise, “Give Daddy a twirl, baby.”

🎆connoisseurs of comfort by @sky_reid (45k) | Explicit

louis has only really had his flat to himself for a few weeks when liam knocks on the door and brings him a new flatmate. this one turns out to be a bit different though.

🎆Dance Floor Whore by @ropewithnoanchor (7k) | Explicit

Louis and Harry go to a club while on tour to blow off some steam, but Harry gets too drunk and lets another man dance up on him in front of everyone. Louis takes him back to their hotel and spends the next morning punishing Harry, making Harry work to make it up to him.

🎆Give It Up To Me by @krisstylinson (8k) | Explicit

“You’re going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge,” he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

“And?” Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis’ arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. “What if I wanted you to?”

Or the cliché where Louis isn’t supposed to come but he does, and that can’t go unpunished in Harry’s eyes.

🎆just want to make love to you by @beautlouis (3k) | Explicit

Louis has a lapful of Harry before the car has even closed and maybe he should be a bit concerned about that, judging from the look in Liam’s eye, but it’s hard to worry about anything when Harry’s wriggling against him, warm and insistent.

“’m so hard,” Harry pants against his ear, “Been this way since we got off the stage, want–want you to fuck me, yeah, I want–”

*the aftermath of the xfactor performance where harry went wild

🎆my one and own (i wanna get you alone) by @beautlouis (6k) | Explicit

Louis’ favorite thing to do is make Harry come. It’s the best feeling in the world, watching the boy he loves fall apart underneath him; to see how good it feels for Harry, in every line and movement of his body.

Louis pushes a thigh between Harry’s and grinds just enough that Harry sighs gently and ruts his hips back into Louis. Holding Harry’s waist firmly, Louis presses his lips into Harry’s ear and says, “I think I’d like to make you come.”

It isn’t as if they don’t both know that’s what tonight is—Louis making Harry come—but the verbal acknowledgment of it makes Harry moan sharply and turn his head to try to pull Louis into a kiss.

🎆Push You Over The Edge (So I Can Pull You Back) by orphan_account (16k) | Explicit

It’s after a long two weeks of interviews and non-stop appearances that have got Harry stressed to the limit of yanking his hair out and throwing a fit and crying that Louis shows it to him, walks in the door with a sleek black bag in his left hand and inconspicuous brown one in his right.

🎆To Be Loved To Be In Love by @Angel_Dust (129k) | Mature

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Or, where Harry thinks giving Money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

🎆Wake Me Up by @larrystylins (2k) | Explicit

Harry stretches and accidentally pushes his bare bum into Louis’ crotch. Oh. That’s definitely Louis’ cock. Okay that’s definitely the outline of Louis’ hard cock pressing against him. “Lou?” he whispers. Of course Louis is fast asleep..

or Harry wakes up to Louis’ morning wood pressed against his bum. Harry gets needy. Louis wakes up and punishes him.

🎆You Don’t Need Me To Show The Way by @LoadedGunn (6k) | Explicit

But right there, on Harry’s iPod, is a folder entitled Lou Sappy Sappy Long Indie Hipster 80’s Love Songs Mixtape.

Louis expects a sappy mix tape. He might even expect his own shitty versions of Foo Fighter songs. What he doesn’t expect is clicking on “AUD-20101223” and suddenly hearing loud moaning. He gasps and scrambles to pause it, so shocked the iPod drops right to Harry’s stomach. Harry looks absolutely mortified, even more than he did when Louis played High School Musical. He’s blushing so furiously his face bypassed rosy straight to flaming red, and his mouth is closing and opening like he can’t think of a single thing to say.

Then Louis starts laughing uproariously. “Hiiii, I’m Harry from Cheshire, when I’m on the road I like listening to indie music and gay porn.”

Or, 2011 fic where Harry rides dick for the first time and Louis appreciates technology.

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ncityislove · 5 years

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Faith

➳ Pairing: Church boy!Mark x soft dom!reader (fem. reader)

➳ Genre: smut

➳ Word Count: 5.9K

Warnings: religious themes, corruption kink, rough sex, spitting, oral (male receiving), handjob, swearing, unprotected sex

A/N: this may be the filthiest thing I’ve ever written lol and don’t be afraid to leave feedback since my readers like to reblog in silence

You’ve had your eye on Mark Lee since two summers ago when you first met him at church camp. He had just moved into the city, his parents sending him off to their newly found church to make friends in an attempt to cheer up their homesick son. He did make a friend—quite a few of them actually—all of the boys who couldn't even look a girl in the eye without shifting their pants. Naturally, they all kept their distance from you and other girls and that's how they liked it. The other girls had their sights on the older guys in camp, whispering rumors of how experienced they must be and how badly they wanted their virginities taken by either of the gentlemen.

You, on the other hand, didn't partake in those conversations, zoning out almost immediately every time the conversation drifted in that direction. More often than not your mind wondered towards Mark. His nervous and awkward demeanor piqued your interest right away and you couldn't help but imagine how he'd react if you spoke to him. How he'd trip over his words and panic. Or what he would do if you kissed him—what would he do if your lips kissed him somewhere lower? You didn't know. That's how two years later, on the last day of church camp, you decided to find out.

You waited all day to get Mark by himself, his gang of friends was seemingly glued to his sides since the early hours of the morning activities. Now, finally, he was alone, fishing the coins out of his pockets to get a snack from the vending machines. You pranced up to him, an evil smile stretching across your lips.

"Hey," you leaned your arm against the glass, blocking the machine.

His eyebrows shot up, his eyes blinking rapidly at your sudden appearance.

"You're Mark right?" you asked the both of you knowing very well you already knew his name. He nodded, his eyes shining with curiosity.

You've never been this close to him before. Your eyes raked up and down his form taking in what you didn't notice before as his fingers fidgeted with his change under your unwavering gaze.

Your eyes fixated on the coins peeking through his pretty long fingers. "Do you have any more? I'm starving."

"No, sorry. I only have enough left for one thing," his lips pouted in guilt. "W-we can share if you want?"

You tilted your head, thinking about his offer. He was just as sweet as you imagined him to be. You didn't know many people who would share their only snack with a stranger.

"That's okay," you declined, smiling sweetly at him. "You wanna walk down to the docks, instead?"

"The docks?" he repeated, dumbly. The change jingled in hands loudly now as he struggled to give you a proper answer. He needed more persuading. You wanted him too badly to let him get away now.

"I wanna see the sunset one last time, ya know? We won't be able to come back next year."

It was true this was your last year being able to attend. The church stops allowing people to come once they reach a certain age and you and Mark weren't getting any younger. Honestly, though, you couldn't care less about a sunset you've seen a thousand times since you were twelve however Mark seemed to buy it.

"I guess you're right. Sure," he nervously chuckled before inserting his money into the machine.

You moved away from the glass trying to hide your giddiness as he punched a few buttons, a black metal lever catching a marshmallow treat from the top corner and releasing it for his eager hands to reach.

You sat cross-legged on the edge of the docks, facing the pink and purple sky as Mark unraveled the foil to his treat. You could smell the sickly sweet scent of marshmallows as he chomped down a large chunk of it, humming in satisfaction.

"Mark?" You called and he looked towards you, his left cheek bulging adorably.

Your eyes softened when he shoved the treat in your face, gesturing for you to take a bite. You giggled breaking a small piece off and popping it into your mouth.

"You wanna know something?"

Mark smiled, his black locks bouncing as he nodded his head.

"I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time," you admitted, your eyes meeting his as he stopped chewing.

"M-me? Really?" he stuttered, his ears turning red.

He looked cute when he was embarrassed, you thought to yourself. You wondered how far you could go before you made him uncomfortable.

"Are you a virgin, Mark?" the question flying out of your mouth without a second thought.

His eyes went wide, his hand flying to his mouth as he choked on his food. You laughed out loud as you patted his back.

Mark cleared his throat, his face beet red. "Uh-um...w-why?" he coughed again.

You shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. "Just curious."

"Are you one? A virgin, I mean?" he asked. You could sense the hesitancy in his voice.

You shook your head, your hand landing on top of his at the same time. He tensed at the contact, his eyes still as wide as saucers.

"Are you?"

"Yes," he looked back at the sun resting above the lake, a blush creeping up the back of his neck.

You wanted nothing more than to taint every ounce of purity in his body. Your tongue darted across your lips as you took in the view his sculpted profile. The straight bridge of his nose, the slight crease in his brow as he squinted in the rays of the sun and finally the pink plush petals of his lips. He was so pretty you wanted to steal him and do everything you could imagine and more to him. You would absolutely ruin him if he'd let you.

"Don't you ever get horny?" you asked, your thumb rubbing against his wrist.

He gulped, still looking straight ahead as he nodded again. "Doesn't everyone?"

You hummed in agreement. "What do you do when that happens? Do you just ignore it?"

"No...well I try to."

"Have you ever?..." you trailed off.

He nodded again, his other hand balling into a fist in his lap, crumpling the empty foil.

"What would you say if I told you I'm horny right now?" you asked, your teeth clamping on your lower lip in anticipation.

He was looking at you now with an unreadable expression, his eyes clouded with something you couldn't recognize. You stared at each other for a beat before his eyes cowered away.

You were surprised to feel his fingers intertwining with yours after being so sure you must've scared him off. Your shoulders relaxed as you curled your fingers around his, giving his hand a squeeze. You took your free hand, tilting his face, forcing him to look at you as you closed in the space between you.

"Is this okay?" you asked, your faces so close you could feel his warm breath tickling your nose.

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, his lips clamping and opening over and over until you laughed, endeared by his shyness.

He tried to look away, clearly embarrassed, but you forced his chin back towards you. He opted for a nod this time, his teeth tugging harshly on his lip. You pulled at it with your thumb, watching intently as the flesh was freed from the harshness of his teeth, tracing over it with a gentleness you didn't know you possessed.

"You have such pretty lips. Like a doll," you said aloud causing Mark to groan in embarrassment.

"It's true," you insisted, your noses touching as you inched closer to him.

When you pressed your lips against his, a tremor ran through your body, the moment you've been dreaming about finally becoming reality. Mark was delicate. As far as you knew, he probably never even kissed a girl before but you were greedy. The haste in the way you moved to saddle his lap only further proved how needy you were for him. He tried to keep up with you, his tongue swirling around yours in hopes of pleasing you. He was cute. Too damn cute for his own good.

You broke away, your lungs feeling tight from not getting enough oxygen. Mark panted, his lips glossy with saliva, his big brown eyes looking at you in a way that made you want to tease him until he was whining and shivering under your touch but you suddenly realized your surroundings. A camp counselor could spot the two of at any given moment if they already haven't. The docks weren't exactly a private spot.

You stood up, holding your hand out. "Come."

Mark quickly took his trembling hand in yours, getting to his feet. You walked in silence, the only sounds that could be heard were the soft crunch of the grass under your sneakers. If Mark was having second thoughts, he didn't voice it.

The sun had set now and you had to be quick before everyone came back from evening prayer to eat dinner. You led up the steps to the girls' cabin, pausing at the door to look back at Mark, who seemed hesitant.

"Um..." he started, his gaze fixated at his feet.

"Yes, Mark?"

"Aren't we gonna miss prayer?"

"Do I make you feel like you need to pray, Mark?" you scoffed in a teasing tone.

He squeezed your hand as he ducked his head abashedly.

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to," you said, your voice serious. "Do you want to come in?"

He watched as you opened the door, releasing your hands from his. His hands dropped to his sides as you witnessed him have an internal battle with himself. You smiled triumphantly when he followed you inside.

The bunks were messy and there was stuff thrown half-hazardously around the floor as everyone was packing for their return home tomorrow. The boys' cabin was in much worse condition from what you'd seen.

Your bunk was in the back of the room on the bottom. You had Mark sit down on the edge of the bed with you, your hands already wondering up and down his jean-clad thigh.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" you asked one last time.

"Yes," he gulped.

After getting his consent, your hands traveled from his thigh to his crotch, where he was already hard. His erection was straining against his pants so badly it must've been uncomfortable. His eyes shut tightly as you squeezed him through his jeans, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. Even though he seemed sure, you didn't plan on going too far with him—no matter how badly you wanted to.

You took your time unbuttoning his jeans, carefully watching his face for any signs of discomfort. When your hand finally wrapped around him skin-to-skin he let out the most beautiful moan you ever heard, his stomach tightening at your touch. He was big too. Bigger than you had anticipated but your gaze was fixed on his face instead. You looked at him in awe, the real thing incomparable to what you could possibly imagine in your wildest dreams. His eyes were still shut, his hot breath fanning evenly on your face.

"Sweetie, can you open your eyes?" you asked.

He shook his head, only squeezing his eyes tighter.

"Please? For me?" you said, your voice light.

He opened them slowly, his eyes finally connecting with yours and your pulse quickened. He looked breathtaking. His jaw was clenched and his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was focused on something.

"Spit," you commanded.

"Huh?" his eyes enlarged to the size of saucers.

"Spit on it," you said simply.

Mark looked grossed out but complied, nonetheless, a silver pool of liquid falling onto his reddened tip, leaving a wet trail as it traveled down his shaft. You massaged his length making sure to spread it around, causing him to gasp, bucking into your hands.

"Again," you said and he seemed much more willing this time as another pool of saliva landed on his tip, a shaky whimper emitting from him as you tugged at the base of his length. He knew what he was doing was wrong but it felt so damn good. There was time to regret it later but right now all he could think about was how much he never wanted you to stop. This was a feeling he never felt before, and dare he say it, it felt like heaven. He felt a twinge of guilt at how much he was enjoying this. He was sinning. He wasn't supposed to like it so much yet somehow the fact only turned him on further. And you. You were the embodiment of temptation. You were so beautiful, Mark couldn't say no to you even if he tried.

"How's this?" you ask just as you dig your finger into the angry head of his dick. Mark threw his head back, his nose crinkling as he moaned half from pleasure and half in pain. You soothed your finger over his slit as pre-cum came gushing from the hole. He whimpered again when you twisted your hand around him roughly, his teeth re-capturing his lower lip to muffle his sounds.

"Is it good?" you asked again. Your craving to his voice motivating your actions.

"S-so good," he replied, a shiver running through his body when you caught his eye. You pushed his legs open wider with your foot.

"Has anyone touched you like this before?" you asked, question after question spilling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

His cheeks turned rosy as he shook his head, his breath hitching in his throat when his sensitive head slid across the wet palm of your hand.

"Holy-" he started but didn't finish, catching himself before he let the word slip through his lips.

"Say it," you whispered, your teeth nipping at his jaw. "I dare you."

"H-holy...holy-"

"Say it," you urged him on, your tongue swirling over the harsh bone of his jaw.

"Shit, shit, shit," he moaned, his hand fisting around your loose t-shirt.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" you let your pace quicken as you asked him.

He groaned as his head fell onto your shoulder, shying away from your questions.

To see this side of Mark was exhilarating. He looked so guilty only having said a silly word that wasn't even that bad but still, you did pressure him into it. You kissed the top of his sweaty head tenderly, Mark's body slumping further into yours like a chain reaction. He tilted his head up, his lips begging for a kiss which you easily granted him, his whines being silenced by the clash of your lips. The kiss was sloppy and your breaths mingled with one another as you pulled away for a breath every few seconds.

You could hear the faint sound of whistles blowing in the distance. Evening prayer was over meaning the other girls were on their way back to get ready for dinner.

"Are you close?" you mumbled into his lips. Mark was far too out of it to even notice what was going on. He only chased after your lips that you had so cruelly taken away from him.

"Ah, ah, ah," you pulled away from him. "You need to answer my question, angel."

He let a wanton moan, somewhere in between you could barely understand a 'yes'.

"You have to cum, Mark," you pressed your lips to his forehead, your wrists snapping faster in contrast. "The girls will be back soon and you don't want them to see us, do you?"

Mark let out weak moan, his cock twitching in your hands. You lifted an eyebrow. Did that turn him on?

"You like the sound of that?" you asked teasingly. "Everyone seeing you like this."

The fist on your shirt only got tighter as his moans rose in pitch. "You'll be a good boy and come for me won't you?" you asked not waiting for an answer. "Cum."

His balls got tight as he twitched in your hand again, the veins on his length protruding in warning. His breath hitched in his throat before his climax rocketed through his body, his jaw hanging agape as thick white ropes of cum came spurting all over your hand like a geyser.

His body relaxed as he fell backward onto the bed, completely spent. You wiped your hands on the bedspread trying to ignore the throbbing in your core as you reached for something to clean him up as quickly as possible. The closest thing you could find was an old band t-shirt that belonged to the girl in the top bunk and you whispered an apology before using the fabric to wipe him clean and tuck his softening dick away in the confines of his jeans just as your friend, Ali waltzed in.

Mark would've shot up if he wasn't so exhausted but he couldn't feel his legs at the moment so he feigned sleep which made you roll your eyes. A few girls came in afterwards giving you odd looks as they passed by. You nudged Mark and he reluctantly sat up, his elbows holding up his upper body.

"I didn't know you guys were friends," Lizzie, the girl he slept in the bunk across from you commented.

"Really? We're pretty close. Right, Mark?" everyone turned to look at Mark, who looked like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Yep! Yeah, me and __ are totally close!" he blurted with a fake smile plastered on his face. You inwardly face-palmed yourself. He was a bad liar too. Great.

"I didn't see you in prayer," Lizzie mused. "Come to think of it, I didn't see Mark either."

Mark's eyes widened as he searched for an explanation.

"It's our last day and I didn't want to spend it huddled up around the campfire to say the same old prayer."

Lizzie nodded but looked unconvinced. She knew you well enough to know that wasn't the full story.

"Didn't you say you were hungry earlier?" you turned to Mark. "Let's go eat!" you yanked him up and tugged him by the arm to the door, receiving more weird looks from your bunkmates.

"They knew! It was so obvious! We shouldn't have done that—what was I thinking?" Mark blurted as soon as you were out of earshot of anyone.

"Calm down," you giggled. "Sure, it was weird to find you in the girls' cabin but no one would suspect you of doing anything."

"Why not?" Mark asked, a pout on his lips in genuine confusion. You didn't have the heart to tell him everyone thought he was a prude who couldn't hold a conversation with the opposite sex so you patted him on the head instead, telling him not to worry about it.

Since then, you saw Mark every Sunday morning at church but you never spoke. He always looked so antsy during those few hours, his eyes flicking away if you accidentally made eye contact. You'd try to hold in the chuckle when you saw him turn red as he faced the preacher. It was endearing how nervous he became around you and it was painfully obvious that sexual tension was still there but you decided it was a one-time thing. You'd gotten what you wanted from Mark.

Though it didn't help how good he looked in his dressy button-ups and slacks so tight you could see the perfect shape of his ass—and if you focused hard enough, the outline of his dick. You tried not to notice but one look at the man and your mind went back to that hot afternoon at camp. It was a trap really, how he came in looking so prim and pretty. It made you want to wrinkle his freshly ironed shirt and ruffle his perfectly combed hair while you fucked him in one of the empty youth group rooms.

That was wrong. If you weren't going to hell before you certainly are now. It was a Sunday for goodness sake, you were standing in the house of God. You looked to your parents who's heads were bowed in prayer as the preacher gave his lengthy monologue on his journey to his faith. You couldn't ignore your curiosity, wanting to take the chance to sneak a peek at Mark, who evidently had the same idea because when you turned he was already looking at you. His lips formed in an 'o' shape as he held up a hand awkwardly. You waved back, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. He mouthed something to you, but you couldn't make it out so you tilted your head in confusion.

He pointed at you this time as he repeated himself and you got it.

'How have you been?'

You smiled. You doubted he had any actual interest in how you were but was just trying to be polite.

'Good.' you lifted a thumb. 'And you?'

Mark mimicked you, raising his thumb. 'Bathroom?'

Bathroom?

He tilted his head toward the door and you had to make sure you weren't going crazy. Was he asking you what you thought he was? You agreed although you were unsure exactly of what he wanted but that was something you wanted to find out. You waited a few more minutes for the prayer to end and the ushers finally re-opened the doors.

Mark whispered something to his parents before squeezing out of his row, meeting your eyes briefly before heading out the side doors. You did the same, mumbling apologies as you ducked out of the room.

Mark was leaning against the wall next to the restrooms when you emerged. He was wearing baby pink today, a color you thought suited him well.

"Hey," he said in a soft voice.

"Mark," you greeted him. "What's up?"

He clasped his hands, his teeth showing as he gave you a jittery smile. "I just...well we haven't spoken in a while."

"True," you said, your palm laying flat against the wall for support. "You just wanted to catch up?"

"Not exactly..."

"You want something from me?" you said not really asking as you closed in the large gap between each other.

Mark swallowed, clearing his throat as he gathered the courage to continue. "I just can't stop thinking about that day when you...you know."

You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for him to finish.

"Every Sunday I see you and I start to have bad thoughts. Really bad thoughts."

You understood that feeling.

He took a deep breath. "I want it to stop but I can't control it. I shouldn't be thinking about such sinful things at church."

"And what do you want me to do about it?" It wasn't as if you could undo that day. What's done is done.

"I think...I-I want to do it again," he blurted.

You couldn't say you weren't expecting this but it still surprised you to hear it. He must've been thinking about it for a long time. Mark wasn't the type to initiate these kinds of things—especially at church.

"Here?" you raised a brow.

"No!...yes?" he scratched his head, his lips pursed in deep thought.

You cupped his cheek with your hand, his eyes snapping to yours immediately. "You want me to give you a handjob in the middle of service? Is that what you're asking?"

Mark groaned, licking his lips as he nodded frantically, his eagerness causing you to giggle. The good, innocent little Christian boy you met not too long ago was long gone now. You had turned him into something else. He wasn't innocent anymore, needless to say, you wouldn't enjoy it as much as the first time.

"I'd love to give you a hand, angel, but that was a one-time thing."

Mark wilted at your words, placing his hand on top of the one cupping his face. "I-I'm so hard, please? I promise I'll make you feel good too this time," he begged, blinking those big brown eyes that held the galaxy at you.

He must've known that was your weakness. Mark caught on to more than you thought.

"Have you done that before? Made a girl feel good?"

"No...but you can teach me," he said, squeezing your hand.

You didn't have time for this. Your "bathroom break" excuse won't work if you stayed out here any longer, yet, you were crumbling towards Mark's offer. No, he wasn't as innocent as you would've liked but everything about his face screamed virgin to you. He was still pure. And desperate for you more than anything.

You cursed, pulling Mark into the family restroom ordering him to lock the door. Mark was on you before you could blink, pinning you against the wall as his lips smashed onto yours. His kisses were gentle however, his lips still as soft and warm as you remembered. His erection pressed into your hip and you could feel just how hard he was.

Mark's head was already spinning, all the blood rushing from his head down somewhere lower. This time he didn't feel guilty about what he was about to do. He would later on but right now all he could think about was you. How he'd never seen you naked but how great he knew you looked underneath the loose yellow dress you were sporting. How tiny and dainty your hands were but how wonderful you could make him feel when you used them. How addicting the taste of your lips were and no matter how long he kissed you it was never enough. He wanted to have you completely—to see all of you—to feel all of you.

His tongue slowly prodded into your mouth and you briefly let him take initiative as he suckled on the tip of your tongue, pulling a soft whine from you and then you felt it. Mark subtly grinding his erection on your side. He let out small pants, enjoying the rough friction as he got off on your leg.

You suddenly remembered you had a time limit, pushing his body away from yours. Mark looked like a lost puppy, a sound of disappointment leaving his lips. You pulled the collar of his shirt, switching places as you pressed his back against the door. He let out a long sigh as you raked your fingernails up his thigh, slowly, slowly tracing over his clothed cock. He was getting impatient, his desperation only growing as you teased him but he didn't dare complain.

It felt like ages until you dipped your hand into the waistband of his pants. You took him into the palm of your hand, letting your fingers trail down his length before pulling him free, his thickness standing at attention for your hungry eyes to drink up. He was so hard it looked painful, the torn expression on his face as he watched you only further led you to believe so. His juicy reddened tip was already slick with essence and the temptation to take him into your mouth was all too strong as you bent down to kitten lick him and Mark keened in surprise.

You licked along the underside of his shaft causing Mark to squirm and you had to warn him to keep still. Mark had never felt anything like this. Everything felt so new when he was with you and he loved that. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better it did.

Mark's head flung back, hitting the door with a soft thud as you wrapped your lips around him completely. He let out an airy moan, his hand finding the top of your head and clutching onto the strands. You hallowed your cheeks as you sucked, your forehead touching his stomach once you reached the base.

Mark was loud, any recollection of where he was must've escaped his mind somewhere in between now and the moment you kissed him.

You pulled off of him with a small 'pop' taking in a much needed breath. Mark's eyes were only half-open, seeming just as out of breath as you.

"Do you want to try something?" you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you intended it to.

"Anything," Mark quickly agreed.

" 'Want you to fuck my mouth."

He frowned at that. "Won't that hurt you?"

"No, baby. It won't hurt," you giggled.

He smiled weakly, as he laughed at himself ignoring the warm feeling in your stomach that arose when he made you promise it wouldn't hurt.

You opened your mouth for him as he positioned himself, hissing when you pressed your tongue against him. He pushed himself to the back of your throat, grunting as he pulled your hair taut. He was gentle at first, his hips thrusting into your mouth slowly until he got more comfortable, filling your mouth until he was balls deep. His cock was down your throat, blocking your airways but even when you felt like your lungs were gonna burst you didn't want him to stop. The thought of him spilling his warm seed down your throat made it worth it. His nose scrunching up as he felt his climax approaching was all you wanted to see. His lips plump from his teeth digging into them as he cried out for as he came was just as beautiful a sight as ever.

The warm substance trickled down your throat as he emptied his seed into you, still rutting himself into your mouth as he rode out his high.

He fell back onto the door, his grip on your hair still firm as he caught his breath. He looked down at you. Your eyes dark and mouth slick with his cum. It was the hottest thing he ever witnessed; better than anything he'd ever seen in porn.

You rose to your feet, your thighs trembling from being in a squat for so long. Mark pulled you until your foreheads were touching, his lips pecking yours softly. He cringed at the taste of himself on you.

"I wanna be inside you," he admitted, his hands locking on your waist. "Can I?"

You blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness. "You wanna lose your virginity in the bathroom of a church?" you shook your head at him with a mischievous grin. "Naughty boy."

Mark looked flushed as he watched you pull the straps of your dress down, your bra coming into view.

"You want to touch them?"

"Please," he answered, his eyes trained on the fullness of your breasts.

"You're so pathetic," you taunted. "Look at you, all worked up. I bet you've imagined this before, haven't you?"

Mark had no shame as he nodded immediately.

"Dirty little boy," you clicked your tongue as you put his palms on your chest, allowing him free reign.

"Have you touched yourself to the thought of me, angel?"

Heat rose to Mark's cheeks as he squeezed your chest, his lips moving to tell you yes. You walked backwards to the sink, hoisting yourself up and opening your legs for him as a reward for his honesty.

Mark looked lost, his soft eyes falling onto your dark ones for assistance. You tugged him toward you, telling him to take off your dark panties. His eyes flew open when he caught a glimpse of how wet you were, a clear string sticking from your heat to your panties as he pulled them down your legs. He moaned out loud as his fingers collected the substance, lewd wet noises filling the air.

"Fill me up, pretty boy," you said wrapping your legs around his waist.

Mark wrapped his sticky fingers around his length, guiding the head to your throbbing heat before pushing into you, his jaw falling slack as he let out a guttural groan. His hand came to land on the mirror behind you as his head hung low, whimpering and moaning at how tight you were. You urged him to move, tapping on his bicep but he was on the verge of cumming. He mumbled apologies as he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily. You stayed like that for a while, his breath falling onto your neck, fully sheathed inside of you. You hadn't felt this full before, the burning sensation both pleasant and painful. You were dying, having him inside you without moving felt like a punishment for something you didn't do.

You accidentally clenching around him is what set him off, his hips snapping into yours. You let out a cry, pleasure shooting up your spine as he rolled his hips into yours, hitting your sweet spot. Your head lulled back, hitting the mirror every time he rutted into you, the faucet digging uncomfortably into your back. It felt like you were floating on cloud nine, your body heating up as Mark fucked you roughly.

Mark was going insane, the tightness of your core pulling him back in every time he pulled out; he was damn near drooling. He could see the bulge in your stomach as he pushed in and out of you, his brain going haywire. He was mesmerized, watching himself leave and re-enter you over and over.

"Fuckkk," he groaned, already losing himself to you.

You whined and whimpered, your nails scraping over the bare skin under his shirt hard enough to leave a mark. His pace was unforgiving, his thrusts powerful and deep. Your cries and whimpers only spur him on, somehow his cock managing to hit deeper.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck," you moaned, your eyes rolling back.

You clenched around him again, your climax jumping at you unexpectedly. The moan you let out was lengthy, your legs shaking as the world around you faded into white.

Mark shivered as he snapped his hips faster. "Oh, God."

Oh, God, indeed. He was hurdling over the edge just seconds after you, warm white cum filled you up leaving you feeling breathless. Mark pulled out of you feeling dirty but the lovely sight of his seed dribbling out of your throbbing hole was almost enough to get him hard again.

The service was surely almost over now, thoughts of your parents filled your memory as you hauled Mark's limp body off of you. You cleaned yourselves up, having to smack Mark's hand away a few times while getting dressed. Mark's hair was a mess and you didn't have a comb to fix it so you did your best to raking it with your fingers before parting ways.

You remembered what he had asked you before he left, his hand interlaced with yours, squeezing tightly as if you might try to let go.

"Can we do this again? I know you said it was a one-time thing before but..." he trailed off.

Your finger rubbed over the soft skin of his lips, pushing your thumb past his teeth and he instantly sucked on the digit, those almond eyes boring right into yours once again.

"You're so well behaved, Mark," you praised.

You looked at him from across the room, his last words ringing in your ears as he licked his lips, staring right back at you.

"You don't have to give me an answer now but promise you'll think about it? I know I will."

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Dec 25th | Snowed In 🎄

Synopsis: When the airport closes due to a major snowfall, you have no choice but to stay at Stark Tower over Christmas. You weren’t expecting there to be two in the tower over the holiday. . .

Words: 2,306

Warnings: smut, dom!Loki

You took the last shirt out of your suitcase and zipped it back up with a heavy sigh, lifting it off of your bed to slide it back into the closet. You’d gotten up before the sun this morning to go to the airport and catch a flight to your parents’ house for Christmas Day, but as soon as you stepped outside you realized that it wasn’t going to happen.

To start, you could barely push your door open enough to get outside due to the mass amounts of snow that had fallen. The roads looked like the plows had just given up hours ago, and the ice crystals were still falling from the bleak winter sky. You’d woken your parents up with a frustrated phone call that resulted in everyone agreeing they’d rather have you safe than home for Christmas.

Stark Tower was empty, Thor was needed in Asgard and Loki had to go with him—Thor couldn’t leave him here alone. Everyone else was wherever they go for the holidays, which left you in Stark Tower, snowed in and alone on Christmas.

With another dramatic sigh, you scooped up your blanket and headed towards the living room. You’d already decorated the space, so you thought you might watch some Christmas movies instead. It was almost too quiet as you shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing a mug to make hot chocolate for yourself. Even though you were snowed in and couldn’t make it home, you weren’t just going to mope around—it was Christmas and it only comes once a year—you might as well enjoy it to the best of your abilities.

“What are you doing?” Came a low, smooth drawl from behind you, causing you to flinch so suddenly that you almost dropped the mug of cocoa onto the kitchen tile.

Loki was leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smile gracing his lips as he likely listened in on your thoughts. You both loved and hated when he did that, it was nice for silent communication but so inconvenient at other times—you were just friends, after all, but that didn’t mean that you never longed for more. You knew that he knew, lingering stares from his blue eyes telling you that he could hear the dirty fantasies playing out in your head at the worst times.

“It’s a shame, the airport being closed.” Loki’s words brought you back into reality and out of your maze of thoughts.

“Wha-what are you doing here?“ You stammered, desperately searching for your voice again. And how did he know about your flight?

He brushed a tuft of raven hair out of his face. “Didn’t my brother tell you?”

You shook your head stupidly and Loki sighed in annoyance at Thor. “He returned to Asgard this morning, leaving me here with you so you can babysit me.”

You offered a sympathetic smile—Loki had truly, honestly changed and had come so far. You just wished others could see that too, but they were unable to look under the surface like you could.

“How did he know I wasn’t leaving?” You asked curiously, your hot chocolate quickly forgotten.

Loki shrugged carelessly as you slipped past him to retreat back to the living room, not sure what your plans were now that you weren’t actually alone.

“He had to have known,” you called over your shoulder, noticing that he had begun to follow. “Or you could’ve ended up alone here like I thought I was.”

You plopped down onto the sofa, patting the corner seat for Loki to sit in, to which he hesitantly obliged. You draped your blanket across both of your laps, not caring if he wanted it or not—it was Christmas, damnit.

“I was planning on watching some movies, so if you’re opposed to holiday films I suggest you leave now or forever hold your peace.” You looked up to Loki, who was already looking down at you with a sort of fondness in his blue eyes.

He shook his head, shifting to get comfortable on the sofa. “I don’t mind.”

The first movie you put on was White Christmas, a film you and your mother used to watch every year when you were younger and still living at home. You didn’t think it would be the kind of movie Loki would like, but he seemed interested enough in it as you settled yourself a little closer to him than usual. Maybe it was the Christmas decorations or the fact that it was the butt-crack of dawn on Christmas Day, but there was something especially alluring about Loki today and you didn’t care to keep your distance.

It didn’t take you long to lose focus on the movie, your thoughts wandering to other things like your cold hot chocolate waiting for you in the kitchen, or the “war criminal” who you were curled up against.

“Dancing soon becomes romancing?” Loki repeated a line from the film, looking to you with a quirked brow. “Is that so?”

You nodded with a shrug. “Sure, I’d like to think so.” You’d never really danced with anyone you gave a crap about, so you didn’t know from personal experience, but you didn’t doubt that the phrase was true.

Loki hummed. “You’ve never danced with anyone?”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh, realizing immediately that he was listening in on your thoughts. “Not really,” you started, noticing the glimmer of something flash through his eyes. Mischief or excitement, you weren’t sure, but you held a finger up to stop him before he could speak.

“And don’t ask me to dance, I‘m a mess.” After you’d decided to stay at the tower, you’d gotten out of your nice clothes and changed back into a pair of faded black leggings, a sweatshirt that was two sizes too big, and you’d thrown your hair up into the messiest bun you’d ever seen.

“You don’t look like a mess,” Loki countered softly, bringing his hand down to graze his index finger across your cheek.

“You’re too good at lying,” You teased, trying and failing to tear your eyes away from his mouth as he wet his lips.

His eyes searched yours, and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in them. Those pure blue eyes had seen so many things, had experienced more then you could ever withstand. And those pure blue eyes were staring at you with what you hoped was longing or adoration.

“I’m not lying,” He murmured like an afterthought, “You look like a goddess.”

You almost laughed out loud, but when you brought your gaze back up to meet his, you saw how painstakingly close you were to him and it sent a wave of need over you.

Just friends.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked lowly, and just like your cocoa, the movie was suddenly forgotten.

His pink tongue peeled out to swipe across his lips as he gazed at you in anticipation, and God he looked so kissable.

You’d agreed.

“That’s a dangerous question,” you answered, wanting nothing more than to just climb on top of him and do what you’d wanted to for months.

It’s easier as friends.

Frustrated, you rose to your feet, mumbling something about your hot chocolate waiting in the kitchen when you felt his cool hand wrap around your wrist. In a second he’d risen to his feet and was standing less than an inch away, so close that you were sure he could hear your hammering heartbeat.

Why couldn’t you let it go?

“It is Christmas, my dear. Tell me, what is it that you want most?” His blue eyes pierced your soul, looking right through you and making you feel as if he knew your darkest secret.

He hooked his finger under your chin to gently raise your face to look at him, dragging his other hand down your arm and to your waist. You were already practically melting from his touch, and resisting the ache for him was taking everything you had.

Does he know how much you want him?

He moved his hands agonizingly slowly down to the hem of your shirt, where his hands slipped under the back of it. His cool skin on yours drew a slight gasp from your lips, one that seemed to urge him on as his fingers met the clasps of your bra. He expertly unhooked it and let the entirely-too-unattractive piece of material fall to the ground as you watched in shock.

Just friends. . .

. . . Right?

His eyes searched yours for what you swore was permission—he wanted the green light.

“Loki. . .” You’d agreed that this thing between the two of you couldn’t go anywhere, that it would only lead to heartbreak and chaos.

But you loved the way his raven hair framed his pale face, the way his pure blue eyes gazed at you like there was nobody he’d rather be spending his time with.

Fuck it.

You practically pounced on him, taking him by his shirt and pulling him in to crash your lips onto his. His hold on your waist tightened, and he quickly spun you around to push you against the wall. He wanted control and you were more than damn happy to give it to him, your breath hitching as his hands wandered up your stomach and to your breasts, pausing to brush his thumbs over the hardened peaks.

“Tell me if I go to far,” He panted, breaking away from your mouth to bring his lips to your neck. “But I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop.”

He cupped your breasts, squeezing them roughly and kneading them as his skilled lips left burning proof of his presence on your skin. Your hands were in his hair, and when he nipped at your neck, you tugged on the silken strands and drew out a moan from deep in his throat.

“Then don’t,” You breathed, “Don’t stop.”

With a simple wave of his hand, your pants disappeared in a green shimmer, leaving you in just your panties and sweatshirt. Loki didn’t waste a second, dragging his hand down to the waistband of your significantly more attractive panties. He pushed his fingertips underneath, pulling away from your marked neck to look at you in question. He was practically begging, you could see it in his dilated, lust-filled eyes.

You nodded frantically, and you felt his long finger swipe up your arousal as you bucked your hips for more friction. Loki wedged his thigh between your legs, his hard length pressing into your hip as you ground down into him.

“You’re so wet,” He groaned in your ear, “And all for me.” He was teasing you, dragging his finger to trace around the area where you needed him most, leaving you a whimpering mess in between him and the cold wall.

He suddenly pushed two fingers inside of you, and you cried out as you rested your head back against the wall. He caught your lips in his own, your tongues brushing against each other in a sinful dance.

Every curl of his fingers sent another wave of pleasure to your abdomen, and your arousal and the look in his eyes was almost making you lightheaded. You didn’t think this would ever happen but God, it felt so good.

“I’m close,” you rasped, the pressure building up and bringing you closer and closer to the edge. But just when you were about to fall, Loki pulled away with a smug grin.

He gazed right into your eyes as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, dipping each one past his lips and sucking at it attentively.

“Please,” you whimpered, bucking your hips against his clothed thigh.

With a wave of his hand, the rest of both yours and Loki’s clothes vanished in a green haze, freeing the erection that had been straining in his pants.

“Please what?” He asked lowly, taking your leg and guiding it to rest over his hip. He held himself at your entrance, pushing just the tip into you until you were squirming against him for more.

“My gods, Loki, fuck me!”

That was it. He suddenly slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust to how big he was before pulling out almost completely and crashing back into you.

“Ah. . . Loki,” You stammered, your fingernails making half-moons into the skin of his toned back. With your leg over his hip he had you right where he wanted you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so tight.”

He released a breathy moan when you curled your fingers in his hair, giving a rough tug before throwing your head back. His hands on you felt like fire, leaving scorch marks everywhere he touched, but you didn’t care if you got burned.

Heat gathered in your abdomen as your muscles began to tighten, and you could tell by Loki’s erratic thrusts that he was getting close too. You released his hair, gripping at his shoulders instead as the pressure built up inside you until you came toppling over the edge.

Loki hissed and pounded into you relentlessly as he chased after his own release, his fingers pressing bruises into your leg. With an almost animalistic moan, he spilled himself inside of you, breathing heavily and bracing himself against the wall with his one free hand. You could feel his seed dripping out of you, running slowly down the inside of your thigh as he collected himself again.

He locked his lips with yours in a sweet, passionate kiss before flicking his wrist yet again—but this time he had moved you to the bathroom.

“Fancy a shower?” He asked smugly, pulling you into the steaming water before you had a chance to answer.

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Title: Needle and thread Fandom: Monsta X Member: I.M/Changkyun Genre/Warning: Kinktober,angstish?, smut, dom!changkyun, belt! Summary/Request: Day 23 corset and against the wall A/N: Gif credit to FY!Wonkyun Lord does he look like sin. I didn’t mention the corset much, but oh well?? Also, the boys call Changkyun ‘im’ as in his surname, not as in i.m :) Word Count: 4231

Changkyun fiddled with his tie, tightening it as he stared at himself in the mirror. Suit’s weren’t really his forte; spending most of his time holed up in his box apartment usually meant loose sweatpants and sometimes a shirt depending on how hot it was, yet there he stood, velvet detailed blazer, open white shirt, fitted dress pants, shiny shoes, he was different from head to toe, even his brown hair parted neatly.

“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled, grabbing his phone and house keys before making his way out of his suite toward the company car waiting to take him to the venue.

It was the annual meeting for all the bosses to discuss the profit made, what assets to keep, get rid of, boring details smoothed over drinks and usually women. The sky was dark, stars blocked out by dark clouds, the only light shining on Changkyuns face coming from the overhead lights streaming through his windows.

“Who chose Paris?” Changkyun drawled, shutting his eyes and resting his head back against the seat.

“That would be Mr Yoo, sir. The word is that he’s managed to gain assets here.” Changkyun’s eyes shot open, a frown taking on his features. “He’s branching out to Europe? Hm, that’s interesting. God, he’s gonna gloat about that tonight.”

“I’d be willing to bet on it sir.” The driver said with a laugh.

***

The interior was an unexpected sight, considering the outside resembled ruins of an old aged castle. The walls were a deep royal purple, lights nailed to the wall and casting calming glows. The flooring was lined with a thick carpet at the entrance, stairs leading down to italian leather seats placed accordingly in their own sections, giving guests a view of the stage of what was apparently a jazz club.

“Your party is upstairs on the balcony sir.” Changkyun nodded and walked past the man when he had lifted the rope for him to enter and then went up the stairs, in brief darkness before he came out onto the balcony overlooking everything.

“I’m glad to see you’re alive.” Jooheon was the first to greet him, a drink already in his hand and a woman already on his lap.

“That makes two of us.” Changkyun said greeting his friend.

The others joined not long after, Kihyun already smirking with his glass of scotch about his latest business deal. “Do you know how much I’m worth now?”

“Won’t be worth much if you’re chewing my bullet Yoo Kihyun.” Hyungwon said slumping into his chair, tilting his head challengingly at Kihyun whose smirk was quick to disappear. Changkyun could tell Kihyun was about to quip his own snide remark, but Hyunwoo slapped his large palms down onto his thighs, “Let’s talk business then.”

The following hours were boring, Changkyun never really enjoyed these formal meetings. And his eyes began to drift toward the stage filled with spotlight on a woman. The slow jazz made you more tantalising as you began to move along to the music, hands gently holding the mic stand as you rolled your head back and around sensually, eyes barely open as you drew in the attention of every man and woman in the audience.

Changkyun felt his throat tighten when your lips fell open for the first of the notes to leave your lips, your voice smooth and low, yet holding power and soul as you began to move more with your words. His eyes following your hands that caressed your body; slow and teasing as you lifted the mic from the stand and slowly strutted along the stage. Changkyun felt entrapped by the vision of you, something chemical like making the rest of the world fade and his thighs tense, body on edge and incredibly warm. The only thing he seemed acutely aware of was you.

Your eyes suddenly found his and Changkyun stiffened, thinking it impossible for you to see him up there, but the longer he watched you the less he was convinced. You dropped low, legs spreading and knees hitting the stage as you leant your body back to release the last long note and Changkyun’s breath ceased watching how your body twisted, your corset tight against your waist, body seemingly held together by the intricately detailed material.

Before he knew it, he was blinking out of a daydream watching you bow and thank everyone for watching. Blowing a cheeky kiss, eyes darting up toward Changkyun one last time before you twisted on your heels, hair flicking out into the air and you were walking away, displaying the globes of your arse and then Changkyun noticed it, a little tattoo that he only knew on one person. No fucking way. He shot out his seat, cutting Hyunwoo off from whatever he was saying. “Im are you-”

“She’s here. I gotta go.” He rushed out, already in the mouth of the stairwell, rushing down as quickly as possible. He weaved through the seats, ignoring the comments of displeasure as he blocked people’s view from the next act. He didn’t care, he saw you, there was no doubt about it.

He was like a lost man, stumbling over his feet as he rushed around toward the back of the stage. It had been so long, you were barely recognisable, especially in your attire; the image of you on stage in that corset and stockings, not to mention a thong possessed his mind and knowing that it’s you only made him all the more determined to find you as he reached the dressing room, a security guard blocking the entrance. A large palm hovered above Changkyun’s stomach, no contact needed to heed warning to Changkyun that he could not go backstage.

“I’m a VIP guest, check with your boss and let me in.” It was rare that Changkyun was firm, voice anything but playful or sarcastic, even during business, yet now, so close to seeing you he couldn’t help the edge to his tone, the way he sounded demeaning toward the security guard who dared to stop him.

“It’s alright Pascal,” Changkyun felt the way his adam's apple bobbed as eyes drifted up to take you in for the first time in God knows how long. His eyes locked with yours, brown orbs still dark and playful and powerful enough to melt a man, to melt Changkyun. “He’s with me.”

***

Changkyun was in a daze. Your sultry voice, playful and teasing as you stalked around Changkyun like a predator, robe wrapped loosely around your stage outfit as you asked, more like commanded “Give me a ride home baby?” He was at a loss. Sure, he wanted a chance to talk with you, to let out all of his hurt and frustrations and loneliness of not having you by his side, yet he didn’t think you’d be so willing, especially when you were the one who left him.

He watched your long legs silhouetted in sheer black stockings make their way toward his car once the two of you had left the confines of the club. Your driver was waiting outside the vehicle, having a smoke in his free time which he coughed on upon seeing your familiar face. He straightened his hat, eyes wide as they flickered from you to Changkyun and back again. “M-m-m-miss, nice to um, see you again.” Your smile was wide and genuine and Changkyun realised how much he missed seeing it when you gave a cheerful reply.

“We’re taking her home.” Changkyun said, his ears feeling as if they were filled with cotton, his voice distant in his own ears.

The journey was mostly silence. You were calm and collected, straight in your seat and leg crossed, rolling your heeled foot at the ankle to soothe out the small aches. Changkyun couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He honestly couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It felt more like a vivid dream, that you were a touch away, that he could feel the heat emanating from your body.

“You look good.” You couldn’t take the silence and you weren’t so sure Changkyun could speak, you could see he was still in disbelief.

“Yeah? You should have seen me before tonight. After you left I’ve been the definition of ‘look like shit.’” A heavy sigh fell from your lips, body depressing as his barely concealed anger bit at you. “I am sorry for that. But, it was time.” You couldn’t bare to look at Changkyun, as cowardly as it was, but at least you said it, at least he knew. You had to start making him understand. “I needed to go. Yes, I left, but I didn’t leave you, not really.” You whispered, the words caught in your throat as your airways seemed to begin to close. You had never realised how hard it would be to just explain. And you never realised that Changkyun would be so hurt that he may never even take you back.

It was more tense silences, even as the car pulled up onto the driveway of your building. “Come up.” It was an invitation that you left him to decide on as you exited the car. You walked slow, breathing deeply as hope lingered inside you. Then you heard the click of the car door as he pushed it open and the subtle thud when it closed and knew he was behind. A small smile graced your face as the small hope inside bloomed.

Changkyun was silent even in the lift, even when the both of you were at your apartment door. Unlocking it you kicked off your heels and then turned, watching Changkyun’s eyes drift to the expanse of your lush apartment. “Doing well for yourself I see.” Strangely, it wasn’t a bitter remark. More of an observation. “Yes, I make good money at the club and… I’ve been in the studio a bit too. I don’t know though…” You trailed of, hanging your robe up and then turning back to Changkyun who’s chest heaved once with the sharp intake of air. “You trying to seduce me?” You blinked at him and then looked down at yourself before laughing. You look up with a tilt of your head and then bite your lip. “Maybe I am. Is it working?”

Your face pressed to the cool surface of the wall is your answer. This wasn’t your intention at all, but you couldn’t say you minded when you felt the way your body heated to Changkyun pressed against you; he fitted so easily as if he were meant to be a part of you, as if he had always been there that it was so easy for you to relax. His hot breath caressed your ear as sinful words spilled easily past his lips. “Babygirl I’m not feeling very nice tonight.” You shuddered against him, shaky and wanton when you whispered, “So don’t.”

He was quick on the uptake, hands rough in their path as he sought out the inches of your body. “God baby I missed this ass.” Changkyun growled into the back of your neck, hair gripped in his fist as he pushed your face more into the wall. The pads of his hands and the rings that decorated them melding into the skin of your arse as he tightened his grip harshly, drawing restrained whimpers from you. Changkyun shot forward, heavy breaths panting against your cheek as he spat out, “My cock especially missed it babygirl.” Your lips parted to release a stream of broken air as you felt the way your body awakened; nerves, muscles, skin reminiscing the touches of Im Changkyun and how fucking good it had felt. “Did you miss me?” He asked quietly.

The air, if possible, seemed to have solidified, formed some kind of blanket that smothered you, that stopped you from taking air, feeling a painful burn as your body screamed to breath, your airways closing for good it seemed. His knuckles stroking against your arm brought you back and you realised that your eyes had pooled with tears that you attempted to blink away, your voice choked and broken when you whispered back. “More than you would ever believe.” The silence was overwhelming after that, neither of you attempting conversation, or even moving.

It was a while before you felt his lips press to the top of your spine, a strange heat searing from the pressure he applied, your body relaxing as if his lips were a sedative. “I went crazy.” He whispered softly as his hand loosened just slightly in your hair, his fingers shifting to your waist and gently holding the dip of your body, thumb stroking. “I still am.” He suddenly growled, voice rough, but not as rough as how his hand suddenly pushed you further against the wall, both hands tightening in their position making you yelp. “You put me through hell, I’m still in hell.” He growled, ignoring your voice trying to reason with him, trying to tell you how sorry you were, still are for everything. “Changkyun.” You whispered, eyes shutting as your hair pulled back from your aching scalp. “What?” He spat. “What do you have to say that’s going to change what you did? What you put me-- What you’re still putting me through.”

Changkyun was never an angry man, not really. Despite the line of work he was involved in, it was only about the money. He didn’t like to get his hands dirty. But you knew that had changed. And you knew that, that was your fault. And you knew deep down that the only reason he’d feel this way was because despite it all he still loved you…

“I still love you,” You panted against the wall, your lips sticking as you choked out your words desperately. “A-and and nothing I say will ever change, never ever change what I did, but baby… I know you’re angry and… If you need to get it out… Well,” You squeezed your eyes shut as you considered the words you were about to say, knowing it was all kinds of wrong and wouldn’t resolve much, but it was a step forward, a step back towards each other. “You can take it out on me all you want baby.”

Changkyun let out an airy fuck and then he was on his knees, hands falling away from your hair and waist and latching onto your asscheeks. “Still love letting your body be used, huh?” His fingers pushed up your cheeks, nails sinking into your plump flesh as his teeth left stinging nips high up your inner thighs. “ah-ah for you...always.” You sighed, legs jolting a little at the little pinches his teeth made. Changkyun froze for a moment, mulling over your words; they were foreign and made his heart ache, even if the both of you were in this rather explicit position, he knew your words had a deeper meaning, he knew that you were basically giving him some kind of ownership over you, giving yourself to him.

Instead of replying he allowed the tips of his fingers to brush over your skin, over the red indents left on you, his other hand keeping a firm hold of you as you shivered at the dual feeling of his rough grip and featherlight touch. He mouth pushed light kisses over your thighs, suckling just beneath your cheeks. His fingers found the elastic that held your stockings up and pulled back to let it spring stingingly onto your skin, a startled yelp caught in your throat, before his hot tongue came out to lick away the little burning on your skin. Your thighs shook, his breath absorbed by your skin and lighting up everything inside of you as your eyes shut.

“I won’t forgive you if you do this again.” “I know.”

His lips trailed up following the curve of your arse, his nose nuzzling against your skin affectionately and then burying his face between your cheeks, both his hands cupping each one and shaking them around his face before he pulled back. “I can’t believe you wore a thong on stage.” He muttered, half amused, mostly turned on. “Flaunting yourself like that baby, you’re such a tease.” You felt relief settle in your chest at his playful words and wiggled your hips so your arse brushed his face again. “If I knew you’d be there I wouldn’t have bothered to wear anything.” Changkyun groaned, rolling his eyes as he grinned. “Total tease.”

His finger weaved under the material of your thong, hooking and pulling back, your little moans muffled through closed lips as he made your lips swallow the lace between your slit. He tilted his head for his teeth to nibble at your smooth puffy folds, tongue running in a trail of swirls as his wrist flexed to wedge the material even more against you. “Let’s see if you taste as good as I remember…” His finger smoothed the material from your slit and pulled it aside, the tip of his tongue slithering between your folds, feeling the bump of your clit as he brushed over it again and again. Your hips began to push back, your lips parting as you allow soft moans to sing into the air.

Changkyuns fingers spread your folds and allowed the roughness of his tongue to lick slow stripes, stopping just below your puckered anus, your wetness slowly dribbling out, glistening and honey-like as the tip of his tongue maneuvered in circles barely entering your hole. You sucked in air through your teeth, feeling how muscles deep in the pits of your stomach were beginning to tighten. He pulled back with a helpless moan, “Fuck you do still taste so fucking good.” Finally he was forcing his tongue into you, straining his tongue to reach inside of your tight walls , feeling how heavily your wetness stuck to his pallette. Your hand hit against the wall, a restrained squeal that made your neck tighten as his nose pushed deeper, nose nudging your anus like it were his thumb pressing against you.

Abruptly he stood up, barely time for you to register that his warmth had even left as he crushed his body into your back, hands at your hips, pulling back and trailing a hand up between your shoulder blades and pushed down so your chest pressed to the wall and your arse stuck out. “More than the pain, I was fucking starved when you left.” He rasped out, deep voice husky and rumbling against you as his hand holding your hip found your exposed folds, shifting the material of your thong out of the way running your slit once and then finding your hole to slip in. Cool rings pressed to your soft entrance as his finger reached as far as it could and you cried out, unexpected penetration that had your knees bending, pushing even more down onto him and when he slipped a second finger in you whined into the air. “It’s just fingers babygirl, don’t tell me you can’t handle this.” He grinned as he began to scissor into you, each clench of your walls soaking him with your essence, urging his fingers to slip in quicker, arse rippling from his motions.

“Please, please, please.” You gasped, a hand reaching backward and haphazardly searching for changkyun’s cock, grazing his thigh and finally finding that familiar thickness bulging beneath his suit pants. Your hand latched onto him and squeezed, moaning even more as your walls tightened impossibly, imaging that his cock was buried into you and squeezing around him till he was being milked into your cunt. “Oh God~” You cried out. Changkyun growled, ripping your arm away from him and pressing it to your lower back. “You always were cock hungry for me.” He teased, cocky and smirking into your hair as he stretched you with a third finger.

Your walls were stroked with twists and turns of fingers pushing up into you and then you were trying to bounce yourself onto his fingers, his arm tensing as he worked harder to thrust into you, your wetness making lovely squelches as he penetrated. You burned inside out, moans endless, echos bouncing off the walls and spurring changkyun on as he released your arm and slipped around you to and lowered to find your clit. You screamed, writhing against the wall as you tried to push back, his fingers pressing and rubbing as he finger fucked you till you were helplessly shaking, your orgasm breaking inside, like shattered glass as you broke into pieces of unbearable desire. “That’s it babygirl, that’s it.” He soothed, fingers never ceasing till your shaking body was reduced to twitches against the wall.

You were left breathing heavily against the wall, already feeling spent as your knees pressed into the concrete. Changkyun watched how your weakened body slumped against the wall. He smirked, pulling his leather belt from the hoop and briskly unbuckling it till he can pull it out. He unbuttoned his suit pants with haste, pulling the zipper down and pulling his cock out; it felt heavy, impossibly hard and thick as he stroked once, then twice before lining himself up with your hole. You shot up, hands bracing against the wall as the bulb of his cock ran up and down your slickness and then began to push in. “Oh fuck, God, fuck me.” You cried out, wet lips drooling against the wall as he sheathed you, not allowing you time to take him in, your tight walls barely slowing him down as he pushed deep inside of you. His head tilted back in a gasp while you became incoherent, a mix of noises and words spilling from your lips.

The way you squeezed him had you feeling every groove and protruding vein on his cock, but his didn’t allow much time before he was pulling his hips back to begin thrusting at a maddening pace. Your body shook against the wall and you cried out feeling your head almost violently snap back as something pulling you back by your neck - his belt. Changkyuns fists wrapped on each end, pulling the leather back till it pressed harshly unto your throat allowing him to push even quicker inside of you. You quickly became light headed, air slowly unable to fill your lungs as the leather was pulled harder till you were unnaturally bending backward, frantic tear filled eyes staring up and Changkyun’s face. He smirked down at you, even as he gritted his teeth to exert himself even more, even as his groans rumbled deep in his chest he pushed himself into you.

His stepped forward, your chest pressing more into the wall, Changkyun releasing one end of the belt and grasping it with his other so he could squeeze your breast hard. His hand left your breast and then his fingers were at your gaping mouth, rubbing your tongue and inner cheeks messily with his fingers, pushing deeper till your body jerked when he made you gag. He released the belt altogether, forearm round your shoulders and pushing a hand into your lower back. He squeezed you between his chest and the wall and rotated his hips in hard slow circles making you cry out repeated pleas.

“You like this baby? You like this cock?” He said into your hair. “I love it.” You gasped out as he began to thrust again, the mere shake of your whole body stirring the pleasure within you. You began to pulsate around Changkyun who moaned brokenly into your hair as you both neared breaking point.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” You gripped his forearm, nails digging into the material of his dress shirt as you turned your face in search of his lips that melded to yours, a few more thrusts before he was moaning long and low into your mouth, hips stilling deep inside, the twitch of his cock and the pulsing of your walls milking his cum, painting you white deep inside. Your own orgasm triggered, you violently shaking against both him and the wall, Changkyun holding you as securely as he could as your eyes rolled back and then you finally slumped in his arms.

The mess of post-orgasm was in fact not the mix of your cum spilling from you and running between your thighs as he pulled himself out of you, nor was it the tangle of your hair or the sweat that coated your body thickly. The mess was the tense silence, the unasked questions and even worse, the unspoken answers. The mess of thoughts and the mess of feelings muddled and painful.

“Please don’t leave me again.” Your forehead creased, a river of lines filled with pain and need to heal. Your hand found his, gripping tightly, almost as desperate as his broken tear filled voice that had your heart clenching in a painful ache. You forced your tired and weakened body to turn in his arms, fingers finding themselves slipping through the fine soft strands of brown and then your lips hovered against his to whisper a broken and promising “Never.”

Soft kisses and tender touches were the beginnings of sewing the torn pieces of you and Changkyun back together. And you knew that no matter what happened, you’d be willing to mend yourself and him over and over again.

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