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eddiesxangel · 1 day

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Eddie’s Fantasy | Knight!Eddie x Princess!Reader

Semi proof read. Based off this blurb

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CW: Roleplay, reader addresses Eddie as 'sir' but not in a dom way, more of a respect kinda thing... it goes with the roleplay, you'll get it. Pure porn with some plot, oral (m+f), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding/cream pie, f!reader.

Needy kisses were passed between the both of you. You and Eddie sat on your bed, his hands gripped your hips, guiding them back and forth over his strained cock that was trapped beneath the black fabric of his jeans.

"Tell me your fantasies, baby," cooed him as you twirled a piece of his hair and sat in his lap.

The sex is always great and amazing, but you feel like Eddie is holding back on you; there is something he wants to share with you but is too timid to admit it. You’ve only just started dating. You’re at the stage where he just asked you to be his girlfriend, and you can’t keep your hands off one another.

"I-I-" he stutters as his eyes drift to the book sitting on the opposite side of your bed.

You follow his eyes and look over to see the book you had been reading before Eddie came over. You observe the cover he is looking at; a knight carrying a princess as he saves her from her capturers.

"Oh, baby, you want me to dress up like a pretty princess?" You smile.

Eddie nods his head profusely, mouth agape.

"Are you going to be my knight in shining armour? Do you want me to reward you for saving me from the dragon?" you ask with no judgment in your tone.

You hear Eddie curse under his breath as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Have my tits all pushed up in a pretty pink corset for you?" You lean in to brush your plush lips against his skin. "You wanna watch how they bounce as I ride my knight in shining armour?"

"Y-yes," he stutters.

"Okay, baby, I can be your damsel in distress"

You had it all planned out: You found your old Halloween costume, which you embellished a little with a pink corset like you promised, some petticoats for volume, and some extra jewels to really sell it. You curled and pinned your hair with smaller braids, just as he liked it.

You arranged to meet him at eight. As you were fixing your makeup, you heard a light knock on the door. You don't need to let him in, as he has his own key.

“Hey babe,” he calls out into the empty living room, seeing you were not in sight.

“Eddie! Quickly im in here!” You say with urgency.

You can hear his sock-clad feet pad down the hardwood floors as he rushes in to investigate, but he stops dead when he sees what you’re wearing.

You quickly turn, and he can see everything, the pink and blue lacy gown adorned with a lace corseted bodice that your breasts are pushed so far up his dick was hard in an instant. He loved the dainty curls that fell by your pretty face. You looked like a fairy princess, and he swore that’s when he fell in love with you.

“Oh, Sir Knight, thank goodness you are here!” You flung yourself into his arms. I never thought I would be saved!” You cupped his confused face and kissed him passionately.

“Baby, what is?—”

“Shhhhh, the dragon is so very hungry, they said I haven't much time.” You look around your room frantically.

“Ohhhhhhh!” And then Eddie gets it, and holy shit is he excited.

You give him a look to not break character.

“Oh,” he clears his throat. “I’ve travelled far and wide trying to track you down, Princess. It’s been an awful long journey.” He takes your hands in his and brings them up between your two chests to kiss the back of it.

“How could I ever repay, Thee?” You bat your lashes at him.

“It is my duty as your knight to protect you, Your Highness.”

“There must be something?” You creep closer and closer to him, letting your hands twirl a loose tendril.

“Well, there might be one thing,” he chides.

“Yes, Sir Knight?” You speak as you lean into his neck, gently brushing away his curls so you can leave a soft kiss on his neck.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispers as your mouth travels lower to his collar bone and your hand glides down to his already erect penis.

“I would like to express my gratitude, Sir. Can I?” You start palming him through his cotton pants.

“Y-yes, Princess, I’ll do anything for you.” God, he was such a simp.

You give a satisfied smirk and sink to your knees. Your dress pillows out, and Eddie can’t help but moan, seeing your breasts falling out of the corset at this angle.

“Fuck baby, you’re too good to me; I am not worthy.” he cups your face, and you nuzzle into it. You’d do anything for him.

“Anything for my knight in shining armour.” You bite your lip, gazing up at him; your doe eyes don’t break contact until your hands finally help his cock out of its cotton confines.

You hear Eddie take a sharp breath as your glossy lips touch his reddened tip. You can taste the salty pre cum as you place it in your mouth.

Eddie wants to grip your head so badly in his hands but doesn't dare, knowing you spent all this time preparing for him. To be his pretty Princess. Just the thought alone was going to make Eddie cream his pants.

Eddie watches, not wanting to blink; he can't miss a moment of this. Your perfectly outlined glossy lips swallowing down his cock, your beautiful eyes gazing up at him lovingly.

You break eye contact when you feel Eddie's bush tickle your nose. Trying to slowly breathe, you swallow down and hear your knight moan from above. Slowly, you pull back, tasting every inch of him on your tongue before you push your head back into him at a much quicker pace.

You pump your hot wet mouth on Eddie's cock, enjoying every minute. You loved having this hold over your boyfriend, as you were the only thing he was focused on in the world.

"You suck my cock so good," he hisses, trying not to cum just yet.

With a pop, you release his cock from your mouth and replace it with your hand as you move lower to suck on his balls. No longer caring about your makeup, you smear your face into the wet skink of his undershaft, needing to worship him like he deserves.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Eddie was so close, your hand was jerking his so smooth and fast he almost exploded, but he stopped you just in time.

"I need you, princess, please." He begged.

"How do you want me?" You stand back up, and Eddie flips you around so you're facing the bed. You walk over together, and Eddie instructs you to lie down on your back while he undresses.

He gently guides your head down on the pillow, ever the gentleman.

"Need to treat you like the Princess you are." he hums as he gently peels up your skirts layer by layer to see you're not wearing anything underneath.

Eddie could see your pussy was already soaked, his mouth watered, and as he got closer, he could smell your arousal, which drove him insane every time.

The sweet aroma filled his nostrils; he had to taste you. Slowly, his soft lips trailed the inside of your thigh, leaving small bites to claim you as his. He crept closer and closer until the small hairs from your mound tickled his nose.

You hear Eddie take a deep breath and inhale sharply as you watch his eyes flutter shut, finally satiated.

Your eyes are closed, soaking up the moment; you feel a hand trail up and squeeze your breast as the other circles your entrance. You move your hand to cup the one that’s cupping your breast and guide it so the fabric releases your nipple.

Eddie loved your taste so much he could bathe in it. His sloppy kisses make your mind go blank as his saliva and the mix of your slick coat your inner thighs, the bed sheets and his face. You open your eyes and can see his face is glistening. You're absolutely dripping for him.

"B-baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!" You chant as your breath quickens. He loves seeing your chest rise and fall as he looks up at you through his lashes. Your sweet moans are his newfound favourite genre of music.

His tongue flicking over your clit over and over and over. Nipping and sucking and swirling as your wriggle beneath him. His strong large hands have your hips pinned down as you try and grind your pussy on his face. His fingers are diving into your plush hips, and the rough stubble from his chin and upper lip only makes the feeling much better.

Your orgasm hits you and your cum it's like liquid gold on his tongue. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to lap up your cum leaking out of your hole catching every. last. drop.

"Such a good job for me," he hums into you, sending waves of aftershocks through you. You gasp into his eyes, swearing you’ve never felt so loved, even if you have yet to speak those three words to one another.

“I need you, please, Sir.”

Eddie has totally forgotten about the roleplay until now. He was so consumed, pussy drunk, that your words only had him aching for you all over again.

“Time to show me your gratitude, Princess.”

You sit up and make room for Eddie to lie down on the bed because your usual position was for you to ride him. He loved to watch your tits bounce, to latch on your nipples while you bounce on his cock like his little bunny.

You go to take off your skirts because Eddie loves to watch as he disappears inside of you, but this time, Eddie stops you from undressing.

“No, please leave it on.” He asked while stroking his cock. You watch as his big hands grip the shaft, only making your pussy clench around nothing. No longer could you wait; the anticipation was too much.

Bunching up your skirts the best you can, Eddie guides your hips to be aligned with his shaft. He nods, and you sink down while he pushes himself up into you.

The sight before him is enough to have him cumming instantly. Your tits are so far pushed up that they’re basically falling out of your top, your head is flung back, exploding your neck, daring him to mark, your dress falls as you grip his shoulder for balance, and he is enveloped fully inside of you.

“Fuck you’re so tight.”

“You’re so big, I’m so full,” you moan as you raise yourself on your knees so you can ride him.

“You’re so perfect, my perfect Princess,” Eddie mumbles, leaning in so he can press his face in your chest. You start off slow, building up speed with each bounce.

A loud moan leaves your throat in reply to his praises.

Eddie is consuming you; even if he’s under you, you’re being devoured by him. His hands, his mouth, his thick long cock filling you so good you’re about to cry from the pleasure.

“Gotta take what’s mine,” he grits before he pushes the both of you up, and you land on your back, and he’s hovering over you. Quickly he pounds into you, eyes not veering from your chest as he watches your tits bounce.

“Are you mine, Princess?” His hips slap so hard into you that you feel his balls slap you with each hard thrust.

“Yours! All yours!”

Eddie swears his heart melts when the admission leaves your lips. He’s always waited for a girl like you to come around. Now you’re here, doing this for him and enjoying it? He never thought he’d be here with you.

“More,” you moan

“Not good enough for you, your Highness?”

“I-I-I,” you can’t speak, but Eddie knows what you need.

“Gonna fill up this pussy so good.”

Before you know it, you’re being flipped around, and your head is pressed so far into the mattress your neck is craned, and it hurts, but you pay no mind because Eddie has you propped up on your knees, your dress is flipped up, and you’re all spread out, and he is ravaging you with his mouth once more.

His nose pressed into your ass as he tongue fucks you.

Your moans are muffled by the plush pillows your face is stuffed into. A small wet patch is forming on it from your drool. Your eyes are rolled back, and you're in absolute heaven.

Eddie's hot wet tongue runs up your soaked slit before he pulls back with a moan before he breathes you in as his face is drawn to your pussy like a magnet.

“More” you need his cock once again. Nothing will be able to satisfy your needs.

“You want more Princess? You want me to fill up this pussy so good your belly will swell with my seed?

“Yes!” Your white knuckle grip on the pillow almost tears it apart.

"Mmmmm, that's my good girl. Tell me what you need. " he encourages as your mains rip from your throat.

“You, My Knight! You, you, you!” Your pussy clenches over nothing once more.

You're so close that you feel it building up more and more until you break. Eddie feels you quivering beneath him, and he pulls away and quickly inserts himself before you feel a sharp slap on your ass.

“Eddie!”

Nothing pleases him more than to hear you blissed out because of him.

“Oh, Princess!” He cried, flinging his head back, fucking you with reckless abandon.

Your legs almost give out as your body shakes with ecstasy. You can’t hold it any longer; everything is Eddie, everything is beautiful. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You hadn’t even released. You were changing his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice.

Uneven thrusts continuously pound into you until you feel the grip of Eddie’s fingers dig into your flesh so hard as he cums deep inside of you, you squeak, and Eddie loosens his grip immediately.

“Need you,” you slur mindlessly.

“You got me, Princess.” You both collapse on the bed, and Eddie's weight is comforting.

“And they lived happily ever after?” You try and roll over to look at Eddie; he pushes up and but so you can roll back over.

He kisses your nose. “And they lived happily ever after.”

Tagging some mooties: @jamdoughnutmagician @littlexdeaths @voyeurmunson @ceriseheaven @munson-blurbs

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3rachaslut · 3 days

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DOM HYUNJIN X F READER

minors DO NOT INTERACT!!!

cw! ; domhyunjin! subreader, knife play, sir kink, degradation and praise, choking, reader is tied up, a cheeky pussy slap, pet names (slut etc) fluff at the end if you SQUINT

“Oh angel, don’t cry” Hyunjin cooed as he trailed his hands down the entirety of your laying figure underneath him with a devilish smirk on his face. “It’s your fault that you’re in this situation my love. You’re the one who made yourself come whilst I was away and now you will have to deal with the consequences”. Hyunjin’s tormenting words ring in your head and you subconsciously lift your body up towards him.

“I’m sorry!” you huff out, yanking in aggravation at the ropes on either side of you, binding you to the bed. Hyunjin narrows his eyebrows, pouting his lip in faux pity of your pathetic attempt at escaping.

“Thrash all you like my love.” he chuckles. “You.. are not going…” he leans in towards your face, tantalising close, “anywhere”. The whisper of his last word causing goosebumps to form all over your naked body and your breath hitches. As his hand finds your neck, you instinctively let out a moan. Hyunjin slowly applies pressure to either side of your throat, and you roll your eyes back, embracing the feeling that comes along with it; floating. Your head is soon pushed upwards roughly, allowing Hyunjin further access to your exposed neck. He wastes no time to kiss over your most sensitive spot that he is too accustomed to.

“H- hyune” you breathe out in jagged breaths as he begins to suck red marks on your neck, claiming you as his own. The feeling of his breathing on your skin, so close to your ears, sends shivers down your back.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” he cocks his head to the side in a condescending manner and it drives you insane. You can only whine in response. Begging for any type of stimulation, you lift yourself off the bed in an attempt to brush his leg against your pussy, albeit failing as he backs away just to torment you even more. Hyunjin lets out a daring huff and you close your eyes to avoid his threatening gaze. He chuckles menacingly.

“Naughty girl” he says playfully, emphasising his last word with a swift slap to your left cheek.“I thought…” You hear the sound of the draw to the nightstand opening next to your head. “I’d trained you to be an obedient girl for me?…” Too scared to look at him, you tilt your head away, scrunching your eyes in anticipation. “But…” You feel something sharp tap underneath your jaw and your breathing halts. “You’re still just a desperate little slut aren’t you? hm?” He whispers in your ear which sends chills down your spine. Hyunjin shakes his head at you and tuts, smiling slyly and uses the tip of the blade to turn your head to face him. “What’s wrong princess?”

Just the sight of the pure fear in your eyes has Hyunjin’s cock throbbing and he grazes the blade along your throat. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and you dare to look into his eyes. A look of faux sympathy is plastered on his face and your your body betrays you, feeling your pussy slowly getting wet. You whine at his dominant tone and he smirks as he realises he’s got you right where he wants you. “Words, baby girl” He says, but all your mind allows you to do is whine in desperation as he proceeds to run the knife along the length of your body, landing on your thigh.

“Y-yes sir” you huff through jagged breaths and your eyes roll back in your head, causing a smirk to tug at the side of Hyunjin’s mouth. Leaning down towards your marked neck, Hyunjin swiftly hooks the blade underneath the waistband of your panties, ripping through the fabric in one swoop and you gasp in shock, your cunt getting wetter from the act. Hyunjin chuckes down your ear and goes back to marking your neck as he does the same to the other side, your bare pussy now exposed to him. As he lifts himself off of you, his eyes fill with hunger at the site of your now fully bare figure, so submissive underneath him. Taking in all of you, he lets out a sigh in awe of your body.

“You’re so beautiful baby..” he comments, now proceeding to run the knife slowly towards your cunt. “Aren’t you?” his eyes bore into yours.

“Y-es” you reply, your voice wavering. Suddenly, you feel a sharp, piercing pain on your clit that sent jolts of pain through you. “Yes sir!” you corrected yourself quickly and Hyunjin hums in approval. Adjusting his position on top of you, he proceeds to put your thighs over his own and pushes them towards your chest. The blade, once again, finds your throat and your eyes lock onto his right above you.

“Gonna fuck now baby girl” he says softly down your ear and you nod in acceptance and desperation. You have never been more aroused than you are right now. You NEEDED Hyunjin more than you needed air and the threat of the knife against your throat only made the ache in your cunt 100 times worse for him. He slid into you slowly and your head falls back into the pillow, his thrusts slowly speeding up as you wrap tighter around him. The moans you were letting out were only making him rut into you harder and he whimpers in pleasure down your ear all the while telling you how “beautiful” you are and how “good” you’re being for him.

“My gorgeous angel, taking me so- fuck- well. I’m so proud of you baby” Hyunjin praised through huffed breathes and the only thought in your vacant head right now is the only response you can give.

“Yours, yours, yours” you whine out over and over again after each thrust into you. Hyunjin releases the knife from your throat and throws is to the ground at the side of the bed. Quickly, he grabs either side of your face with each of his hands and tilts your head to look into your eyes. Your faces are now only millimetres apart and both you and Hyunjin were suckers for eye contact during sex. His thrusts become more and more erratic and you knew he was close to cumming. You smile at him and that’s all he needed to push him over the edge.

Coming down from his high, he greeted your swollen lips with a longing kiss, delicately and passionately.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin whispers to you with a slightly worried look on his face. “That was amazing” you reply, gasping for breath as your heart rate attempts to return to normal. He smiles in relief and plants a peck on your lips.

“I love you darling”

“I love you too”

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just-jordie-things · 15 hours

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hold the phone- imagine megumi giving you mind numbing dick that you are so blissed out you don't register his attempts to kiss you so he has to sternly tell you:

"Kiss me back"

While holding your chin with his eyes being a mix of lust and seriousness ahhhhhhhaaa

lets go girls~ smut under the cut obvi

your friends might tease you a bit for your relationship with the stoic, gloomy looking boy. megumi had a natural air of "i don't give a fuck and i mean it" about him... so yeah, you might get some questions about how much passion your relationship could actually have being with a guy like that.

but god.. the things they don't know.

and you won't tell. you like to have your fun... and so does megumi, he just...

your friends only see the surface. how bubbly and charming you are all the time. whether it's stealing his food, planting kisses on his resting bitch face, grabbing at his hand, playing with his hair, you're very affectionate. always finding some excuse to be close and touch him. you're his magnet that he can't turn off (not that he would. he might not show much expression when you're in public, but he'd rather die than have you sit opposite him at a table)

when it's just the two of you, it's like a switch has been flipped. if you don't meet his every gaze and kiss, you're in trouble.

even if you're finding rather hard to keep your eyes open because he's hitting so deep inside you all you see is stars.

"c'mon pretty girl look at me," he mutters, snatching your chin with gentle fingers so you'll stop throwing your head back and give him what he wants. "y'know i like to see those pretty eyes when i make you cum"

you whine- a mix of pleasure and struggle because he knows it's hard for you to follow instruction when you're this fucked out. you've lost count of how many times it's been already- is he crazy? does he think you're conscious enough for this?

but you can't possibly deny him, so you blink your teary eyes open and find him already gazing at you. he's smiling proudly when you finally manage to keep them open.

"there's my girl" megumi coos, and it's not your heart that flutters at his sweet words. your fingers claw at his back for the umpteenth time, reviving the bright red marks that had barely started to heal from the last time.

he keeps his fingers hooked at your chin, knowing it's the only thing keeping you from tossing your head back and denying him his favorite sight again. you're twitching, it's clear that you're fighting the urge, and he's not exactly making it easy for you with the brutal pace he's keeping up with, but you try, for him.

to reward the behavior he leans in to kiss your swollen lips. he's gentle with you, brushing his lips softly over yours, ever so sweet in every way but the way he's fucking you. it's dizzying, really, and maybe that's why you don't kiss him back, but megumi doesn't bother asking why, just demands that you do.

his thumb presses into your chin, not minding the drool dribbling over it as he brings you closer to him again.

"kiss me back" even for a murmur, it's a command that shoots straight to your natural instinct to obey him, and this time when he kisses you there's not an ounce of hesitation to return it.

it's messy, you're still panting and whining, your teeth catch his bottom lip and you're making a mess of saliva between the two of you, but megumi wouldn't complain for even a second. he keeps up with the pace of your messy kisses until he has you coming undone again.

megumi doesn't give a fuck about most things and he means it, but you certainly aren't most things.

#megumi brainrot #megumi x reader #megumi smut #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader smut #megumi x reader smut

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awakenedevildays · 17 hours

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"you should move in with me" Art's voice echoes off the bathroom walls, it's all so relaxing: the heat of the water around your bodies, his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around you are so comfortable that it takes a while for you to realize what he just said.

"what?"

"you heard me" he murmurs against your neck "come live with me" an incredulous laugh leaves your mouth and you try to turn completely towards him, but his arms clench tighter around you and prevent you from moving enough to do so.

"may I ask why you are asking this now?" you move slightly to the side to see his face emerging from the hollow of your neck.

"I feel like we're ready to do it" his eyes avoid yours and focus instead on his fingers as they start caressing your shoulder "and it's also the next logical step in our relationship."

"You think so?" this time, despite Art's protests, you turn towards him: your breasts press against the boy's chest and his eyes fall down quickly before being brought back to yours by the hand under his chin. The tease is evident on your face and Art feels his ears warm up quickly to the realization of being caught in the act.

"I know so" and kisses the smile off your lips to distract you.

"My answer is not a no, but how do we know that our relationship is ready for this?" you ask him and, without realizing it, the agitation inside you rises: how did you know if you were ready for this step? and if you break up because you went too fast?

The tennis player frowns "what do you mean?" and the sight in front of you distracts you for a second: Art sits back against the back of the tub to stand more upright and listen to you better, his arms, after moving his curly damp hair out of his face, leans on the edges of the tub, his wet and smooth chest shines and his legs are open and bent to the sides to give you more space between them. If you weren't so determined to finish the topic you were having, you'd kiss him to death, but you're a woman on a mission and you can't get distracted.

"I mean, some of my behaviors might irritate you or we might fight about serious things and then we wouldn't be able to run away from our problems by going back to our apartment, we'd have to deal with these situations and be mature about what bothers us and-"

"love, you're getting worked up over nothing" he says and his expression relaxes into a smile: now that he understood that your reasons are motivated only by insecurity and not by the fact that you don't want to take the next step with him, he feels it will be easier to convince you otherwise.

"You see? this is exactly what I'm talking about! if we move in together we can't belittle each other's feelings and concerns like this. It wouldn't be healthy and-"

"love," he interrupts you again, and your hands that were gesturing in the air fall on his chest, your eyes avoid his.

Out of your mouth comes a small "…yes?" that makes the man in front of you chuckle.

"we're ready" his calm tone makes its way into your chest "we're 24 years old and we've been together since we were 19, we both have a steady job and we already know everything about each other, there's nothing you can tell me that will change my mind".

"what if we fight?"

"I can't promise you we won't fight, we fight even now that we don't live together, but it seems to me that we are pretty good at making up, if we fight we will solve it as always" it's true, you never went beyond a day without talking to each other, even if you were angry.

"what if we break up?"

"It won't happen," he answers immediately, his fingers move the locks of hair behind your ears and then rest his hands on your face, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks.

His head lowers to chain your eyes together and you look up to facilitate his task "I won't let it happen", the security in his eyes makes you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Your eyes move around to look at the bathroom, "but I wouldn't be able to pay half the rent of this apartment"

"I don't care about that".

"but-"

"If you really want to pay something, we can split the bills," he answers hastily, at the moment Art doesn't care about how to split the expenses, he would pay everything if it meant he could spend the rest of his life next to you… he just needs your 'yes'.

Your face gets close to his, your lips a few inches away.

"okay" his eyes still fixed in yours

"'ok' what?" his smile gets brighter, he wants to hear you say it.

"I'll move in with you" you smile too.

"that's what I like to ear" he kisses you again.

Now he only had to ask you to marry him… but that will have to wait a little longer.

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Hope you guys will like it as much as I liked writing it! 🩷

(in this fic he still has long hair cause I said so)

#long-haired art dondalson supremacy #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #art donaldson fluff #art donaldson imagine #art donaldson #challengers fic #challengers #tashi doesn't exist here... again lol

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kpopscruggles · 3 days

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My Little Whiney Bitch

yeah...idontknowwhatcameoverme

Just needed to spill, antoher 1200 word

Warnings - humiliation, unsafe sex, degrading, marking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, overstimulation, cocky heeseung fr

Obv bathroom bitch gave me inspo cause the song is fire

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“Meet me in the bathroom” My heart burst out of my chest when Heeseung whispered this in my ear. I wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity at all. Knowing none of the people from the group would notice we were gone I had no worries about arriving at the bathroom door. Giving a little knock I seen a smirk on his face. God he was so hot.

Pulling me into the bathroom, I gasped slightly soon, feeling my body hit the counter. Taking a deep breath I accepted his kiss, a moan leaving me as I felt his hands rushing to scale down my body and lifting the jean skirt. Smirking against my lips knowing I had no panties on, and my bare pussy exposed. “No panties? Fuck I can’t wait to fill you” he groaned before holding my jaw, his tongue swirling circles around before pulling into one last kiss.

Feeling him turn me around, I leaned forward, growing flushed seeing my swollen lips and slightly droopy eyes in my reflection. “Don't you look so cute~” he smiled before kissing my shoulder as I heard him fall to his knees. My cunt gushing at the anticipation of his mouth of me. Feeling my clit tremble, my hole tightening around nothing. I needed him so badly.

Once his tongue ran up my slit causing a gasp to leave me as I tried to squeeze my legs shut but it failed. Keeping my legs wide open and to hear him chuckle “So depressing how much you're trembling~ are you gonna cry baby?” Pushing a finger in me, my tear ducts grow wet at my cunt. He was right, I was so needy for him, I was a trembling crybaby begging for me. It was embarrassingly pitiful.

“Let’s add another.” he chuckled before adding another finger and pushing them deeper. Wiggling my hips a little I gripped the sink as his finger hit my spot “Heeseung~.” Lips attaching back to my clit didn’t help either “Such a sweet pussy~ shows how much you need me~ pathetic isn’t it?.’ I didn't answer causing him to chuckle once again. Letting out whine I felt him remove his fingers before a sting formed on my cunt as he slapped it “Don’t you think it’s pathetic” He smirked.

I nodded “V-very~ I’m embarrassed...” I admitted before feeling my eyes water, my vision going blurry for a moment before I finally blinked letting the tear fall. Watching him wipe the little bit of mascara he chuckled “Don’t worry, you'll be cumming soon” he whispered. I loved when he treated me like this, it was embarrassing but ran such a shiver up my spine when I knew I would walk back to our friend group, and they would know I got treated like the cum dump I was. Biting my bottom lip, I nodded at him. I let him know I wanted it, I craved it.

Moving to my side I began unzipping his jeans, still letting out whimpers feeling him nibble and bruise my skin once kissing my neck. Letting the jeans fall I watched his cock twitch slightly through the briefs he wore. My body shivered once again as I pulled them down watching his cock come free. His pretty cock, tracing my finger over the veins and up to the sensitive pink tip. His leaving him as I slowly pumped him, watching the bead of precum form.

Watching his swipe the bit of precum then bring it up to my lips I licked it clean, pulling his finger away he then smeared my lip gloss, a smile on his lips. Pulling me into one last kiss I felt him soon lick the little bit of smeared gloss off my chin “Bubblegum? Cute...” Looking into his eyes I smiled seeing him smile before positioning myself back on the counter. A chuckle leaving him “Oh? I can fuck you now?” he teased with sarcasm in his tone. I nodded back, as if he were not going to fuck me anyways...

I whimper left me feeling his cock push past my folds, bottoming out, my cervix kissing his tip. A tug at my hair causing my back to arch more as his other hand hooked into my mouth, “AH!” was all that was vocal feeling him pull away and slam back in again. His thrusts starting a rhythm as he abused my cunt. “Is this what you wanted? Hmm? You want me to fuck you like this! Ugh~ so you can let everyone know you like the humiliation of being my c-ock sleeve!.” I nodded, looking in the mirror as I clenched around him seeing his face fucked out because of my cunt and how obedient I was to him.

Tears spilling from my eyes, finally falling back onto the counter as his hands moved to my back, digging his nails in my skin before leaning forward. I felt his chest heave against my back and his groans in my ear “I’m gonna cum~!” I cried before watching him nod to the mirror. The small whispers as he told me to my release ‘Go on baby~ make a mess on my cock.... you can do it~ please baby I want it so bad- shit~.” My eyes rolled back before they squeezed shut, my stomach dropping, thighs trembling, before reaching back and pulling at his hair to calm myself “Fuck fuck Fuck!.”

“Oh~ good girl, you can do it again!” he spat. Keeping my back against his chest he pulled me off the sink, his hand reaching over to grip my jaw as the other one pinched my nipple. I whined feeling the overstimulation hit as his cock ran in and out. Each vein, inch, every thrust he made sending me over the edge. My grip on his hair somehow managed to get tighter as he picked up his pace a little. I knew it was not going to be long till I came again.

Watching my legs, still spread just enough to see his cock covered in me cum as it ran in and out of me. “Give me one more baby~ then I-I'll give you all my cum..I know you want it.” Fuck, I really did, I needed to leave this bathroom with him cum leaving me. My thoughts causing an adrenaline rush at the thought of his cum deep inside me with how much cum he would give me. I felt my cunt tighten and I knew I was gonna cum again.

“Right there! Deeper please!” I cried and felt him go deeper just like I asked. I yelped before feeling my release and his thrust slow down. “Fuck I-m gonna fill you so good~ Just like you. Fucking. Deserve!” he groaned between each thrust and before I knew it, I was filled to the brim with his warm cum. His cock twitching uncontrollably and he gripped my breasts to steady himself, hissing in pain at the tight grip in that exact moment. A satisfied smile evident on my face as he kissed my head “Good girl~”

Whining as he pulled away, I soon felt the warm liquid ooze out my cunt and down my leg. Feeling him wipe it up I immediately took it in my mouth. Sucking on his fingers and moaning at the taste. A smile on his face he pulled away and gave me a kiss “Let’s get dressed hmm?then I’ll get us to the car” he chuckled before helping me put my skirt on.

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r1nstaaa · 2 days

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bangchan x fem!reader

blond chan is my roman empire.

MDNI!!!!

warnings: smut, chan has a breeding kink lol (he def does), tysm maya for the prompt ily and uh yes. enjoy.

you were sitting on the bed, peacefully scrolling on your phone. recently, your fyp has been filled with videos of the cutest babies ever and its literally torture. they’re so cute, so tiny that it makes you want one of your own. god, the baby fever has been hitting hard.

you looked to the side at your husband, who was also sitting on the bed, right beside you. his right hand was resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the plush skin. “channie” you called out. “mm, what is it love?” he questioned, not looking up from his phone. ugh, the nickname. it still made you weak in the knees, even after 3 years of marriage. “channieeee” you called out again, demanding his full attention. “yes baby, i’m listening.” he looked up, not breaking eye contact this time.

you stared at his lips. he knew what you were getting at. “you were gonna say something, baby?” the reminder made you snap your eyes back to his.

“i want a baby.” you deadpanned.

you hadn’t planned on blurting it out this way, it just happened. it had been in the back of your mind since the past few days, but you hadn’t really given it much thought. but chan? its safe to say he’s been dying to fill you with his seed ever since he saw you playing with your nephew during christmas last year. seeing the way you handle kids had him fully convinced you were gonna be an amazing mom and nothing could make him think otherwise.

with chan, all you had to do was ask. your wish was his command. and so, here you were, getting every last one of your wishes fulfilled.

his face was buried in your cunt, licking up every single drop you had to offer. he did not plan on letting anything go to waste. you had lost count of how many times he’d made you cum in the past hour, and if he had any intentions of stopping sometime soon, he was really good at hiding it. your fingers gripped at his hair, the curly strands wrapped around your fingers as you tugged at them lightly, making him groan against your sensitive cunt. the vibrations made you arch your back, the friction from his nose feeling sinfully delicious. “‘m gonna cum channie… fuck” you moaned out as he slipped his middle finger into your aching hole, pushing you closer to the edge. “c’mon baby, i know you can give me one more. that’s my girl.” he said, as he placed kisses on your tummy when you came down from your high.

he placed kisses all the way up to your collarbones, taking his time to fondle with your tits midway. he sucked and bit at your neck, leaving hickies all over the visible parts of your skin. he loved making it difficult for you to hide the remnants of your shared desire for each other.

“what’d you say darlin’? said you wanted a baby?” he questioned, his hands working skilfully to rub and pinch your nipples. “y-yes.. fuck chan. need you to give me a baby.. please.” you mewled, back arching due to the pleasure.

“since you asked so nicely…” he grunted as he slapped your clit with his cock, gathering your wetness near your entrance. “who am i to deny, baby?” he said as he pushed his cock inside with one full thrust, making you choke out a broken sob at the sudden stretch. the pain mixed with the pleasure made your brain go all mushy. all you could think about was the way his cock filled you up and the way his hands gripped your waist as he tried his best to not start thrusting into you already. “chan.. fuck me, please.” was all he needed to hear before he started rutting into you, building a rhythm and trying his best to not break it and absolutely ruin you right there. “fuck, you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. gonna fuck a baby into you.” his hands reached out for yours, holding onto them and interlocking his fingers with yours.

his pace was starting to get a bit rougher, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. “so fuckin gorgeous. all mine, aren’t you?” he whispered against your neck, placing hot, wet kisses on your sensitive skin.

“shit, stop clenching ‘round my cock like that baby, gonna make me cum.” his thrusts started getting sloppier as you were both about to reach your highs, him reaching down to press on your clit and rub on it using his thumb. he spat on it and pinched it, finally making you come undone around his cock. your pussy squeezed him in even more, getting impossibly tighter. shit, you were driving him insane.

“fuck baby, m’close. so close.” he grunted. “you wan’ it inside? wan’ me to fill up that pretty little cunt of yours?” you nod mindlessly, completely fucked out. “words, pretty girl.”

“y-yes channie. fill me up, please.” you said, as your cunt squeezed around him one last before he released his load deep inside you, your walls fluttering around his cock.

he collapsed onto you, rightfully breathless. he reached down to push his dripping cum into your cunt with two of his fingers, giving you a sweet kiss and pecking your cheek after.

“might wanna do this again just to be safe, you know?”

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wifeyoozi · 2 days

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Lee Jihoon ✶ 𓂃 Hold my hand when we run (chapter 1)

w.c : 7.8 k (holy shi-)┊ synopsis : your father's mafia business is in crisis. another gang leader offers your father help, but in exchange of you marrying him. ┊ content warning : (not smut for this chpt but still mdni) ,, mentions of guns, blood, mafias, etc ,, sort of arrange marriage ,, mafia!woozi ,, mafia's daughter! reader ,, lowkey neglectful parents ,, not many major trigger warnings for this chapter ┊ ceecee's note : this is the first chapter and is already so huge lol I think the fic will be about 3-4 chapters in total with the same wc range. smut will follow in chapters ahead. also I have beta-read this myself so there may still be some mistakes so please ignore if possible <3

There was no denying that your father’s business was soon to be doomed. With all the heavy interest loans atop him and after risking another beef with the rival gang, your father had pretty much brought it upon himself.

The rival business had caught up with all of your father’s losses and was coming for his whole gang’s throat now. In the past 3 weeks, you have heard more threats than hellos. You and your mother were soon and surely to be caught up in this tragedy too, if nothing can be done soon enough.

And the alliance parties and the gangs under your father were not helpful at all. If they weren't so deeply tangled up in your father’s business, they’d not be here anymore at all. Hypocritical, you think, how they could lick and kiss your father’s boots at the time of his prime to get away with all of their illegal businesses but do only so much as gossip around about him when he’s in trouble now. They wouldn’t have joined this conference held by your father either, if not for their own businesses and lives, being on the dangerous edge.

Even right now, as your feet angrily shook under the big meeting table, all the leaders and their assistants and their managers and their close men chatted among themselves instead of discussing a business strategy. You wanted to scoff and insult them for their behaviour if not for one of their help bringing in a solution to the room.

A solution in the disguise of a man – another mob boss.

You were just as anxious and restless in the wait of the said boss – who was still absent after a whole hour of the discussed time of the meeting.

You expected yet another self-entitled 50-year-old obese bald man to get involved in your business as if you didn’t already have enough of them in your alliances, too self-centered and careless to be punctual for an important meeting like this one.

Which is why it shocked you when the person who entered the room was a fine young-looking man who walked with elegance and a strong demeanour. Two men followed him, each dressed in black suits as he himself wore a formal (and a little messy) attire with a white wrinkled silk shirt, a black blazer, a loosely looped tie around his neck, and a silver jewellery adoring his neck. Strangely enough, he also wore a metallic silver mask, not covering his face completely, but enough to conceal his identity. He was a bit short than average man but not unattractively so, his hair long, pulled back into a slick ponytail at the back of his head, only a few strands escaping at the front.

Everyone in the room instantly stood up in his presence, and you followed. He scanned the large room, eyes as uninterested as they could be as he offered himself a sit at the centre of the table, right leg crossed over the left and leaning back with zero respect shown to those who are all definitely elder to him. You were simultaneously annoyed and impressed at his attitude.

“Woozi-ssi, welcome!” one of the men in the room exclaimed. Your mouth opened slightly ajar as you realised who you sat in front of. Woozi – the young yet powerful, rich and pretty much self-made boss of the rather new mafia group from another city – was in front of you. You had heard about him before, about his weaponry, money laundering, and contract-killing business, from your father or other colleagues in your father’s office, but you'd never thought you would actually ever meet him.

Another man took the opportunity to speak, “Woozi-ssi! I’m the one who contacted you, Seon Jong-soo! And look here, this is my son, Seon Jae-”

“I couldn’t care less for the formalities, Seon whatever-your-name-is,” Woozi interrupted unbothered, “what’s the problem I was called for.”

You exchanged glances with your father before he sighed briefly and explained his situation – the loan, the possible business downfall, the threats of the rivals. Another man, whom you assumed to be his personal assistant, backed behind him and noted it all down in a small notepad.

When your father was done talking, Woozi huffed a chuckle. “Doesn’t sound as big of a deal to me,” because it isn’t your darn family at potential gunpoint, bastard, you couldn’t stop thinking. “Is no one even gonna offer me some whiskey?”

You could almost scoff at this man’s behaviour if it wasn’t for your whole family’s life to be in his hands now.

Your father motioned to one of his men, who ran out of the room to grab a drink. The mafia leader in front of you leaned his head back and closed his eyes in the meanwhile. The others in the room could only look at each other, before one of them attempted to speak up, “so, woozi-ssi, what do-”

“Shh, boss is thinking,” the man behind him - the assistant spoke. You internally scoffed, the man is a second away from snoring. The whiskey comes in and gets served to Woozi, who takes one long sip from the glass.

“You don’t have to worry, Mr l/y/n, I'll handle the situation completely. Your rival is a rival to me too. And an enemy of the enemy is a friend – isn’t that what they say? Anyways, regardless,” woozi spoke, chuckling a little, and scanned his eyes around the room, briefly making eye contact with every other person. His gaze didn't meet yours though, not yet. “Regardless that, what do I get in return?”

You could see your father squirm in his place. There were usually only a few specific things mafia businesses exchanged during alliances. It could be drugs – not something your father dealt with usually, but could arrange for with his wide reach of contacts. Though you doubt woozi would sell his deal with that, when he could very much fetch better deals himself. It could be humans or organs, but you wouldn’t let your dad trade some innocent people to be slaughtered and sold like that. It could be money, but woozi is already paying your loan, you wouldn't expect it to be a deal if he was to ask it back with interest, putting your father in the same risk all over again. It could be trade of arms and weaponry and fighting men, but you hardly think woozi lacks any of those as it is. Or it could be, the less common but most frustrating one – a marriage alliance.

“Well, what is it that you desire, woozi-ssi?” your father offered, “i may not be able to give it to you instantly, but i can surely arrange for it soon enough.”

“Hmm,” jihoon began dramatically, looking up at the ceiling in thought, “what can I have? I have everything, money, business, house, cars, girls, men, guns, weapons, and did I mention money? Well, nothing I need, really,” you bit your tongue, is he actually thinking or just showing off? “Then again, how can I make a deal if I do not get anything out of it.”

One thing you could see woozi was very good at doing is shutting up these otherwise talkative old men, making them uncomfortable enough to stop spewing their nonsense. You wouldn’t lie, that was quite attractive on his behalf.

“There are quite some beautiful ladies in this room, and I am still unmarried, you know,” woozi spoke again. You weren’t the only girl in the room, surely, but most of them were rather lowly assistants, old wives of some men or some waitresses to cater the guests. You wonder if woozi was trying to gesture towards you all along – looking like the only girl around his age with a higher social status, and especially considering who's daughter you were. Your doubts were only confirmed when woozi makes eye contact with you, “what’s her name.”

His dark eyes felt like piercing through yours, intimidating your soul. You held every muscle of your body to not flinch and look away from him. Your father moves a little, attempting to talk, but you speak before him, “l/y/n y/n, his daughter,” you say gesturing towards your father. Your ears feel hot and red under his strong gaze, when he smirks at your boldness.

“W-woozi-ssi, can’t we see for other arrangements, some other girl? I do have contacts with some girls who are more beautiful and worthy of your attention,” you father stumbles upon his words, trying to shift the mafia’s dangerous eyes from you.

They don't though. His eyes remain focused on you even as he speaks to your father, “I hardly think we can,” he says firmly, “unless, of course, she would rather reject me.”

As sincere as his words sounded, his smirk added a doubt in it. A condition in his deal. You knew all the eyes in the room were looking at you. Your father wanted to keep you apart from a man neither of you knew anything about. As much as his business meant to him, he wouldn’t sacrifice his daughter’s safety for it.

You however thought otherwise, “i … i’m not rejecting you,” you say, not knowing any better words to say at the instant, too caught up in your thoughts already.

The corners of woozi’s lips pulled into a smile as he gestured towards you, “C’mere, pretty.”

You were nervous in your steps as you got up from your seat and strode to him. He stood up in front of you. His strong demeanour made you feel like he was towering over you even though you weren't much shorter than him. You didn't let the eye contact break, even up close here.

He looked away first, reaching to move the loose strands of your hair from your face and tucking them behind your ears. His fingers lingered there, brushing over the skin of the back of your ears to your neck and restover the back of your neck. You shivered at his touch. His fingers were calloused and rough and cold.

When he held your neck like that, you thought he would do something embarrassing and shameless like pull you in a kiss in front of everyone.

He doesn't, in fact, pull you in a kiss. Instead, with a single flick of his fingers, he opens the single silver chain you wore and takes it in his hand. You gasped lightly, the chain wasn't something you wanted him to play with – it was the last gift you had received from your grandmother before her demise.

He takes out a ring from the many he wore in his left hand – a shiny silver with a red diamond in the centre. “Here, a betrothal gift from me,” he said, as he inserted your chain through the ring’s loop, “don't think my rings would fit your hand, so wear it here instead.”

He pulled your hair to the side as he hooked the chain back around your neck. The close proximity forced you to breathe in his expensive intoxicating cologne. He stared deep into your eyes once again. His hand slid down your back and rested on your waist. Your jaw involuntarily tightened, your fists forming.

“Father-in-law,” Woozi spoke, breaking your eye contact to look at your father, “I'll send my assistant with a contract for you to sign tomorrow. Read it carefully and all, don't want you at my ass later. You'll see all your work done by the weekend. The following weekend, I'll marry your daughter.”

Woozi wasn't asking, or planning. He was commanding. You knew your father was glancing at you, but you did not know how to meet his eyes, so you kept yours to the floor.

Your father must have had a lot more questions to ask the mafia, of course, but he had no time to do so as the latter had already begun walking out of the hall, his assistant and bodyguards following close behind.

More than a week has passed already. Five days ago, you were notified by your father that all your loans were paid “mysteriously”. You weren't shocked. From what you had heard, Woozi did have that kind of money. Three days ago you saw it on the news, the rival gang leader was arrested for illegal smuggling of drugs. Their gang also underwent bankruptcy. You don't know how Woozi managed to do all of it within a few days, but he did.

It gives you some comfort of the future, that you'll be going to live in a house where you would be provided with all you'll need and want. But it still haunts you that you'll be spending the rest of your life with a man you don't love. A man who may not even love you back. That you were still being traded off to a mafia.

You weren't new to all of this, of course. You grew up with your father dealing with blood all the time. You grew up with at least two men beside you at all times so you weren't kidnapped or murdered by your father's enemies. You learnt how to use a gun when you were 12. You had gone through intense self-defence training. You've never had any real friends, let alone a lover. You had seen people get shot in the heart in front of your eyes. You had already grown up in the mafia lifestyle to be scared about it.

But still, for some reason, you were.

Hell, you didn't even know how the man you were marrying looked under that damn mask. You had only seen him once in your life and that too with his face half covered.

It was almost noon and you were still in your bed. You hadn't slept all night. You haven't been able to sleep well since the last few days, and last night, you just spent staring at the ceiling above your head, overthinking every outcome your life possibly could have now.

There was no one to blame except yourself. You were the one who'd agreed to the mafia. But what else were you supposed to do, let your father beg on the street?

There was a knock on the door, “madam? Are you awake yet? There's someone here to meet you.”

You let out a loud groan, “tell them to fuck off. I don't want to meet anyone.”

You heard some murmuring outside and then another voice was heard, not your maid's, but rather a man's, “Darling, I am afraid I can't give you that option. Open the door.”

You groan again, forcing yourself out of the bed, wearing your fluffy pink bunny slippers and walking to open the door to your room. Outside is a man you had never seen before, but that somehow doesn’t surprise you a bit. He has somewhat long hair, half of them pinned behind with only his bangs curtaining his face. He was slender and pretty tall, wearing a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and grey tailored linen pants. He was objectively beautiful, probably more beautiful than you were yourself, which made you feel even more embarrassed when he grimaced at your appearance.

“Eugh, girl, why do you look like that,” he commented. Which was reasonable considering you were still in your pajamas, not having taken a bath yet, your hair a bird’s nest and your eyes carrying dark eye bags from the lack of proper sleep. The man sighed, “you know what, i’ll give you 45 minutes to wash up and get ready before we go out. I can’t take you out if you look like that.”

“Take me out?” you raised your eyebrows. Who even was this man?

“Ahh, yes, my bad, i haven’t told you yet,” the man says, “i’m Jeonghan and i got sent here by your husband-to-be as your bride’s maid – bride's man? – or whatever you like to call me. Basically to assist you to buy your dress and get you to the saloon and all of that stuff, i got a list. It's two days to your wedding, if you remember. Your husband-to-be wants it all to be perfect for you. Something like that, he said.”

“Isn’t my bride’s maid supposed to ideally be my best friend or sister?” you narrowed your eyes at him, because even if you knew he was not at fault, you were still very angsty about the whole marriage.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, “how about this, you call woozi and tell him what you want. I am doing the job I am told to do. I did not train with guns for a whole year to shop for your fucking wedding dress either, so don’t be complaining to me here.”

You sighed, “Fine, whatever, I'll go take a bath.”

You say, and leave to your bathroom. You hurry up with your business, showering and washing hair and getting ready, putting on some decent clothes. You meet up with Jeonghan in the living room of your house and he leads you outside to a slick black SUV. There is a driver at the front and jeonghan sits on the passenger seat, leaving the whole back seat to you.

The two of you first end up in a wedding dress store. It looks expensive from the outside and on the inside. You weren’t a big fan of designer clothes but you sure appreciated a good dress made by a great designer. The lady welcomed you at the door with a big customer-service smile, “ahh, welcome ma’am! Please join me here,” she said leading your way to the inside of the store.

The store was almost suspiciously empty, and you wondered if it was because it was on the luxurious end of the stores or if woozi had booked it for you or something. He very much seemed like the type of man to pull such a thing. Your suspicion only grew when the stylist brought only 5 pairs of dresses with her.

“Your groom selected these five dresses for you to choose from. These are some of our best and latest collection here,” the stylist began, giving all the unnecessary details about the dresses to you. She only stopped when you had let out a yawn, unintentionally interrupting her words.

“Try them on, y/n,” jeonghan urged, “see which you like the best.”

“Sure,” you say with an uninterested face as you take one of the dresses and get behind the changing room to try it on. The first was a long frilly dress with lacey long sleeves. It was nothing too special to be from such a designer store and made you feel like a grandmother. One after the other you tried on the dresses. They were all pretty, not that bad. But not your taste and definitely not something you’d want to wear on your big day.

At the same time, you also knew that you did not have much of a say there and you didn’t want to risk arguing or upsetting Woozi, not knowing what kind of outcomes it could bring to you and your father. So you settled on the last dress you tried, a silky long pearly white dress which reached your feet, not too flowy but not bodycon either with a sweetheart neck and spaghetti straps on both sides. It came along with long gloves and a veil.

“How do i look?” you ask jeonghan, having no one better to ask for opinion.

Jeonghan looked up from his phone and checked you out head to toe, “pretty good. Do you like this one?”

“Better than the rest,” you shrugged, looking at yourself in the mirror. The longer you stare, the weirder the dress starts looking on you. You knew it was something about it all being in the head, when you look at yourself for too long, you remember from one of your psychology classes from college. But it made you wonder if the dress even looked good on you or if jeonghan only said that because he got too tired after seeing you not like any of the dresses, “does this make me look fat?”

Jeonghan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “One, the dress really fits you well, and brings out your figure. Two, I am not authorized to say anything about your body and looks, good or bad. And three, ain't nothing wrong with a little curvy? Why do girls fuss about it?”

You rolled your eyes at him through the mirror. You doubt he would speak his mind even if he thought otherwise, for your sake and for his job’s sake. “Sure, whatever. I’ll take this dress then,” you say before entering back behind the privacy curtains to change into the comfortable clothes you came wearing.

After the dress, you shop for shoes and jewelry. Well, barely shop for it. You just had to try on the white glittery heels that were pre-picked for you for the most comfortable size and barely choose between the 3 sets of very similar diamond jewelry sets. It was almost funny. You were just wasting your time when everything was already selected for you. Around 5 pm, jeonghan took you to a saloon.

“You’ll get body and facial spa done today. It will take 3 hours to get it done. Clara will take care of you in meanwhile, ask her for whatever you need. Call me after you’re done,” Jeonghan says, sounding just as tired and bored as you. And you couldn’t even blame him. You sighed and let yourself be taken for your spa session.

By the end of the day, jeonghan brought you back home in the same SUV. you offered him to stay for dinner but he declined it and bid his farewell.

You sighed. Its not that you were friends with the man, or you had gotten fond of him in day (not with that attitude if his, certainly). Its just that you would’ve preferred some company at the dinner table. You were used to sitting alone, your father constantly over some business call and your mother not bothering to eat until late, usually busy with some or the other friend or party. You thought it would get better over the years, and it did, a little. You weren’t particularly sad over your loneliness every night anymore. But the thought of sharing dinner always sounded way more comforting and attractive.

You went to bed early that night, but couldn’t find sleep until tiredness took over your body by the early morning.

The next day was similar. Jeonghan came earlier today and took you to get your hair treated and get waxed and get a manicure and pedicure and your nails done. You did have lunch with him that day, stopping by a nearby local cafe and eating a sandwich on the table you shared. You did not engage in a talk. Jeonghan was busy on a call for most of the time. From the details and notes he supplied, you would assume it was Woozi or at least his assistant. But how frankly and casually he talked, even making a single joke of his height in between almost made you doubt.

“He wants to talk to you – your husband,” Jeonghan said, grabbing your attention. Your eyes widened as he passed his phone to you, not knowing how tos speak suddenly.

“Hey baby,” the voice on the other end cooed. Surely it was Woozi.

“Uhm, hi?”

He chuckled on the other end of the line. “Is your shopping going good? Did you feel better after the saloon trips? I’ve heard girls like this stuff, especially before big events. I don’t know a lot about you but i thought you’d like this. Though you can always tell Jeonghan if you dont like something, he knows how to manage this stuff.”

You didn’t know how to respond. There were a lot of things you didn’t like as it is, the biggest of which was the wedding itself. But you didn't dare open your mouth and speak about it. You just hum neutrally, your fists tightening under the table.

“Well, gotta go now,” Woozi said, “I’ll meet you tomorrow, goodbye, pretty.”

The nickname made your ears heat up. The call was ended before you could bid your bye. So you simply pass the phone back to jeonghan.

“Jih- Woozi isn’t a bad person, you know,” he remarked, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

You raised your eyebrow sarcastically, “of course, how could a mafia leader be bad.”

“No,” Jeonghan chuckled, “yeah, he’s bad like that. But his personality isn’t bad, you know what I mean? He’s got a good heart. He’ll keep you happy.”

You bit your cheek. You didn’t have a response for that, so you just nodded.

The rest of your day was spent packing your luggage to go. Jeonghan didn’t have to assist you in that. Your mother sat you through it and you wish she hadn't. Your mother was almost never there for you, emotionally or physically, even when you needed her the most. You didn't want her crying over your shoulder, lying to you that she'd miss you, making you feel guilty for going away.

Sleep was a little easier that night. You realised your husband's house isn't going to be much different than where you live now anyway. From a gangster to another. Maybe you'd make some friends there. Maybe your husband wouldn't be that bad. Maybe you'll not lose all of your freedom. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get the love you deserve there.

You woke up early that day. You didn't had to leave for the wedding till evening so you took the leisured time to take a milk bath.

You didn't realise until now how insignificant your house was to you. You couldn't bring yourself to cry to leave it even if you wanted to. You didn't have any friends close enough to meet and bid goodbyes to. Nor you had any possession so precious in the house that you'd miss it. You didn't even have a pet to cuddle with a last time.

Have you always been this lonely? You never realised it while working at your father's office or while helping in community service. Those were really the two things you did for the job's sake. You didn't have any special hobbies either. You used to love drawing and painting and cooking when you were younger, but those habits were long left behind when you were introduced in your father's business. No one took you seriously if you were indulging yourself in those girly hobbies.

You wondered what you'd even do after settling in your husband's house. Will you be allowed to work beside him? Will you be given separate tasks to be done?

You really had no idea. You were not prepared for this marriage at all. Not like you have a choice either way, but the thought still fears you.

You are also petrified by the thought of bedding with Woozi. You weren't a virgin, you lost that title back in your senior college year. But you weren't exactly very experienced either. You didn't want to disappoint your husband on your first night. And you had no idea how he was in bed. Would he be too rough? Too merciless? Too harsh? Would he look after your pleasure at all?

All the questions and not one answer.

After your last lunch in your house, Jeonghan returned to your house with stylists and dressers to get you ready. You felt overwhelmed by the amount of ladies continuously focusing on you.

It took a total of 3 hours to get your hair and make up done. The make up was finely done, not too bare but not too much to make you uncomfortable with it either, pretty pink lips with glittery eyes. Your hair was tied in a braided updo, with your front bangs curled and left loose, silver flowery pins arranged on either sides of your head. The dress had only a few last-minute adjustments to be made and a veil was put atop at last.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked pretty. You felt pretty. If you could have married someone you loved, you would have felt happier. You shook your head at the thought. It's for the best, you think, this marriage is for the best. The alternative is best not thought about.

Your eyes flickered to the side when you heard the door open. It was Jeonghan, followed by your father. Jeonghan looked at his wristwatch. “We can leave if you're done, y/n.”

“Just a minute,” your father walked towards you, and kept both his hands over your shoulders, “You look beautiful, daughter.”

You smiled a little. “Thank you.”

Your father spoke a little about his own marriage and how he felt nervous that day. He shed a single tear but quickly wiped it off. “Ah, Jeonghan, I think she is ready to go.”

You glanced between your father and Jeonghan. “Just me? My mom and dad aren't joining?” You asked Jeonghan.

He raised an eyebrow, “they didn't tell you?” He glanced once at your father, who seemed to be stuck with words, then sighed, “yeah only you are leaving. It's a small wedding. What would your family do there, anyway, it's a wedding between you and woozi. Uhm, his words, not mine.”

As much as a point Jeonghan had, your parents not being at your wedding still seemed quite unusual. You didn't speak your thoughts, just picked up your gown and walked out with Jeonghan. You said one final goodbye to your parents and got out of the house.

The car parked outside wasn't the same black SUV. In Fact it was a Limousine. Even your dad doesn't own a Limousine. Your eyes widened as Jeonghan guided you in. Once you are sitting comfortably (or as comfortably as you can get in that dress), the driver starts the journey. Your luggage was sent ahead an hour ago.

“Are you nervous?” Jeonghan asks, sitting opposite to you.

You sigh, “Yeah, kind of. But not much i can do about it.”

“Why are you acting like you're gonna die?” Jeonghan chuckled, “It's just your wedding. Your life ain't ending.”

Easy for him to say. You shook your head. Jeonghan then passes you a pitch black blindfold, “Wear this. You are not allowed to know the location of Woozi's mansion yet. The whole gang base is there. It's a protocol.”

You put the blindfold on. You aren't new to this concept, it's not the first time you've been blindfolded to be taken to a location either.

“Take a nap if you need, it's gonna be a while for us.”

You nod and let your head rest back on the seat cushion. You don't fall asleep instantly, instinctively trying to memorise every turn the car takes. But it's useless in the end with how long the journey is. You do not realise when you drift away listening to the white murmuring of the car engine.

You wake up only about two hours later, with Jeonghan shaking your wrist. You look up instantly, but your vision is still blinded.

“Y/n, we're almost here. You can take off the blind fold.”

You do so, eyes blurring before adjusting to the light in the car. Jeonghan passes you a small bag.

“Touch up your makeup if you need.”

You don't think you really need a touch up, but you end up re-applying your lipstick and puffing some powder on your face to make it slightly more presentable.

Everything happens so fast after that. Your veil is adjusted on your head, you are guided inside the house, and then you are passed a bouquet of fresh flowers - a mix of white and pink lilies and roses and peonies wrapped with a white satin ribbon. The wedding seemed to be taking place in the living room itself, a huge living room. You couldn't even see the whole house from where the car was parked, but you knew it was a freaking big mansion. Bigger than any you have ever lived in or visited.

Your breath feels caught up at the moment.

It almost doesn't feel real as you look at the carpet under your feet, leading to the centre of the living room where your soon-to-be husband stood. You don't look at him as you walk, eyes glued to your own feet. You could almost feel your heart in your throat, it was that loud.

You stand in front of your husband, letting out a big breath as you look up to meet his eyes. You two are about the same height with you in heels. He's still wearing that silly mask over his face, but you can see his small smile and soft eyes through them anyway. “Hey, pretty,” he says, making your cheeks heat up under the make up.

“Hi,” you say weakly. You couldn't bring yourself to say hi, handsome, even as he incredibly looks so. He was wearing a dark grey rich tuxedo with a white dress shirt inside, his first two buttons open to leave a sliver of his collarbone to your sight. His hair was half pulled back and tied as the other half rested over his shoulders, his bangs beautifully framing his face.

The wedding alters begin. It was a short ceremony. No vows were taken by either of you. The officiant has you both confirm your consent in the marriage before having you sign on the marriage documents which would be taken to the court later for authorisation.

“Now the husband may kiss the bride,” the officiant said.

Woozi slipped a hand to push your loose hair strands out of the way and cup your cheek tenderly. “Can I?” He says gently, almost in a whisper.

Your ears burn down to your neck as you nodded slowly. Woozi stared into your eyes for a brief second, almost as if trying to find something in them. You didn't know what it was. He leaned down and met your lips. His other hand went down to hold your waist as he pushed his lips further into the kiss.

You kissed back, not wanting to seem bratty or ungrateful. He was a good kisser, gentle and soft. His lips were a little chapped. Not rough or dry, but you could feel the scrub of his chaps against your lips.

When he pulled away, the very few attendants in the hall clapped. There must be no more than ten in the room other than you two, about 4 body guards, 2-3 men in suits – perhaps assistants or business partners or even brothers, there was Jeonghan and there was the assistant from the other day. There were 2 other assisting women – assumingly maids by their outfits.

You wonder where Woozi’s parents must be. They were certainly not there in the hall at the moment. It was ritualistic in all typical Korean households to bow in front of the bride and groom's parents. Your parents were not even invited. And woozi's seemed to not be around either. Were they even alive?

You shake that thought away. As much liberty to think you had in the privacy of your mind, you still felt it inappropriate to think so of your in-laws.

“We're married now,” Woozi cooed, catching your attention. You nodded, keeping your head low. Woozi chuckled, raising your chin with his finger, “princess, what are you so shy about, hm? You were so bold that day in the meeting room.”

You looked up at him, stared into his dark eyes. He smiled, “ah, there she is.”

“Are you always this annoying?” You spoke your thoughts before you could think. Woozi's eyebrows raised in surprise and you clench your fists, scared that you may have overstepped. Instead, Woozi just chuckles again.

Shaking his head he said, “let's go for the banquet. You must be hungry and tired after the long day.”

You walk as woozi guides you, a hand resting over your hips. You felt awkward as you ended up in another room, smaller than the living room but big enough to accommodate a huge dining table. There were several people around the table already, about two to three dozen, other goons and gangsters and assistants by their looks. They all stood up before you two, bowing first at Woozi then at you.

You and woozi sit at the centre end of the table, two decorated chairs for the two of you, meal already served beside drinks.

A man raised his glass of alcohol, loudly shouting, “Here's to my boss and his new wife! Cheers!”

Everyone else in the room cheered as woozi chuckled, raising his own glass. You felt awkward there, out of place. You just smiled, and raised your glass a little.

The meal begins. You eat slowly, not feeling too hungry and not wanting to drop anything on your dress either. And there were mushrooms in your plate. You hated mushrooms. You tried not to be too picky, to just pick one up and eat. But your face twists as soon as you took one in your mouth. Woozi must have caught on your grimaced face.

“Darling, do you not like the food? Need me to get someone to serve you something else?”

“No, it's fine,” you say, coughing a little, “the food is great.”

“Really? You barely look like you've eaten anything off that plate,” a third voice joins. You turn around to see it's Woozi’s assistant from the other day. He is chuckling as he adds, “or is it that you are rather too hungry for your husband instead?”

Your cheeks burn red, eyes widening as you were caught off-guard. Woozi kicks his leg under the table, “Shut up, Soonyoung. It's her first day, don't harass her already.”

Soonyoung grins at that, muffling his laugh as he continues to tease Woozi.

You think of how Woozi seemed to be close to everyone who worked under him. First the call with Jeonghan, and now play-fighting with his assistant, Soonyoung – as if they were all his siblings or something. Are they? You wonder momentarily, but it doesn't seem so with how different all three of them look.

It was rare for mob bosses to be this friendly with the men under them. You remember your father not even knowing his own personal assistant’s name till two years after she began working with him. Seeing Woozi be all boyish and chummy with his subordinates was a pleasant sight to look at.

Your attention was snatched when your skirt was tugged, a small weight pressured on your thighs as a little hand reached to your plate to grab pieces of fried chicken. You looked to your side to see a young girl, about five years old, stealing the only food you liked from your plate, hoisting herself up by a hand on your skirt.

She looked at you, making eye contact, and stared at you with her big eyes for a few seconds, gasping softly. She quickly took a run, circling behind you to climb and sit on Woozi’s lap, making the latter laugh as she hid her face in his chest. Without realising, you find yourself smile at the adorable sight.

“Jisu-ya!” Woozi mused, putting a hand behind the little girl’s back to steady her on his lap.

Your breath hitched for a second, your smile tightening. You should have thought about this, the idea of your husband having illegitimate kids. It was not hard to think a rich young and handsome man like Woozi would like to go around sleeping with women, some of whom may bore his children willingly or unwillingly. If anything, you were rather surprised that Woozi would let his illegitimate children in his house, letting them run and roam around freely. Most men of his position wouldn't even bother looking at the woman twice after the night.

“Why are you shy now, hm? Weren't so shy when you stole food from my wife, hm?” Woozi mused. He turned to look at you, “sorry, my little thief stole some of your food. Do you want me to get some more for you?”

You shook your head politely, “it's fine. She can have more of it if she likes it.”

You are aware of the young girl's state on you as she tugs Woozi’s shirt. You watch curiously as she whispers something into his ear, making him chuckle.

“Why don't you tell her yourself?”

The girl shakes her head,looking almost petrified as she looked between you and Woozi with big eyes. You almost think you accidentally scared the poor girl or something but then woozi ruffles her hair and looks at you, “Jisu-ya thinks you are very beautiful.”

A smile creeps up your face, cheeks tinting red as you lightly place a hand over your chest, “why, thank you, young lady. You look just gorgeous tonight as well.”

Jisu giggles and beams at you, her shyness thawing at you. You took her effortlessly in your lap when she threw her arms at you. You watch Woozi’s face softening at the interaction. It somehow makes you feel better for some reason. You do not perceive the child coldly as any new wife may be to her husband’s illegitimate children. You do not find it the child’s fault for it anyways, there was no use being harsh to kid who didn’t deserve it.

Jisu steals more treats from your plate and you let her. If anything, it’s getting your plate cleaner, because you wouldn’t have liked leaving leftover on your plate in someone else’s house. Its you house now too, a voice i your head reminds you.

After the dinner is done with, woozi leads you to two women, “they will be your maids to help you around in the house. Follow them, they’ll show you the way to your room.”

You watch your husband leave to talk with more of his men and your chest feels a little heavy. You follow the two ladies – one young, maybe in her late teens, and the other older, old enough to resemble the former’s mother – to your room.

The room is big, a little bigger than yours but only so big a bedroom should get. There is a big bed in the center, made neatly with pink and white sheets and comforters and pillows. Its not decorated the way you have seen wedding beds to be typically decorated for the first night – with white sheets and rose petals and curtains framing around it – but you don’t think too much about it.

“Maam, you may get comfortable and change your dress. The bathroom is from this door, if you would like a bath. I’ll prepare your night clothes and keep them ready by the time you get done,” the older woman says. You feel a bit embarrassed at being called ma’am by someone so much older to you and being given the princess treatment like that. You nodded briefly, before entering the bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious too, you found it easy to take off your dress without needing assistance. You folded it and kept it neatly in what you assumed to be the laundry basket, knowing no better place to keep it. You enter the shower naked, taking little time to washup the day’s tiredness. You don’t bother to take off your makeup with makeup remover as you normally would and instead just scrub soap over your face in the hope of getting it all off quicker.

You hear the bathroom door opening and closing briefly in the shower. You are not afraid of being exposed since the shower walls are frosted and fogged up. When you turn off the shower and get out, you realise it must have been one of the maids, since the laundry basket is gone and a warm fresh-from-drier towel has replaced the older on the counter. You wrap your body in the towel and exit the bathroom, walking into the adjoining closet. You dry your limbs and look at your clothes already having been arranged on the hangers. Its not the way you arrange your clothes, but its not too bad so you dont fuss about it.

You choose to wear a pink silky slip night dress. You don’t know how your husband would take you tonight, but you want to make yourself look presentable enough when he does.

When you walk out of the closet, you see Woozi already sitting on your bed, his back faxing you, scrolling through his phone. At the sound of you, he looks back, smiles. You almost couldn’t believe he was still wearing that mask, even after changing into his own pajamas. Is he going to sleep wearing that?

You coyly make your way to the bed beside him. “Hi,” you say, a little awkwardly.

“Hey, wife,” woozi muses. His eyes flick up and down, taking a peek at your dress before moving his gaze back up to your eyes. “Tell me, do you like the house?”

You’ve barely seen any of it, but you decide to humor your husband, “it's nice.”

“You looked beautiful today, y’know.”

“Thank you, so did you.”

There was a small silence before you decided to speak a bit of your mind, “if you don’t mind me asking … why do you wear that mask all the time?”

“To conceal my face of course,” Woozi says nonchalantly, “if everyone knew how i looked, it would be easy to trap me in some way. This way, I can also be my own person apart from being woozi, a gangster.”

“Oh,” you nod. It did make sense to do so. You wanted to ask him if he’d take his mask off tonight. If he’d ever take off his mask in front of you. Or would you be married with his mask for the rest of your life.

It seemed as if woozi had somehow heard your thoughts, as he continued, “i’ll show my wife my face, of course. Not tonight, not yet. But soon.” he says as he reaches to push your hair away from your face before continuing, “though don;t be so excited about it. You husband is not the most handsome person behind this mask.”

You barely think so, with his eyes and mouth as beautiful. Unless, of course, there is something alienistic about the covered part of his face.

He leans closer to you, and you embrace yourself to be kissed on your lips. Instead, Woozi places a chaste kiss on your cheek, staying there as he whispers, “You must be tired, pretty girl. You should go to sleep, and take some rest.”

He pulls away so fast after that, you barely register it before he has walked out of the room. You feel dumbfounded as you hover your finger over the spot you were kissed on your cheek, feeling some heat creep up your neck.

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Carl Grimes X Reader [part one]

Which is how you end up looking down at Carl’s flushed face amidst the pillows of his bed, gently brushing his bangs from his face with one hand and tilting his head with the other. Slowly, carefully, with enough time to let him stop you if he wanted, you move the bandage covering his eye, sliding it off his head and placing it on the nightstand. He doesn’t protest, but you feel his hands twitch against where he’s holding onto your hips.

Underneath is exactly what you expected, and you smile, running your thumb over the bumpy scar tissue just below the socket. His face scrunches at the touch.

“Stop that.” You say.

“You don’t have to pretend- we can put the bandage back on-”

“It’s like you haven’t been listening to me this whole time.” You interrupt him.

“I’ve seen it - it’s gross-”

“And I’m telling you that I don’t care, and that I think you’re pretty anyway.” You say. “It’s just a physical representation of how badass you are.”

That gets him to smile a little. “Sure. But you’re badass too, and you don't have any scars.”

“None that you’ve seen.” You say. You hoist yourself up from where you’d planted yourself on his stomach, and start to shuck your pants off.

Carl props himself up on his elbows. “What are you doing?”

You kick your pants fully off, and turn, revealing the long scar that trails up the side of your thigh from when you’d gotten stabbed with a piece of steel rebar. It’s by no means pretty - the skin is bumpy and uneven, discolored from the scar tissue, and in some places, bubbled up and loose. You watch Carl’s eye sweep up and down your leg.

“How-?”

“Rebar.” You say, simply. “Hurt like a bitch to pull out.”

“You pulled it out yourself?”

“God no, I would have bled out.” You say, climbing back onto the bed with him, retaking your place perched on his stomach. “Aaron had found me by then - saved my ass.”

His hand wanders to your thigh again, and you let him gently trail his fingers up the length of the scar. You can’t feel it all the way - some spots are number than others - but it's nice. His eye flicks back up to yours. “It’s kinda cool looking.”

You shrug. “Not as cool as yours.”

Finally he acquiesces. “I guess.”

You smile, and lean down so that your noses are almost brushing together. “So you finally admit that you’re the prettiest boy in the whole world?”

“I didn’t say that.” He says.

“I did.” You say.

He purses his lips. “The whole world?”

“To me.” You say. “You’re the prettiest boy in the whole world to me.”

The redness returns to his face, and spreads down his neck too. “Shut up.”

“Never.” You grin. “Not when you get all-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence before his hands are sliding up from your thighs to fist into the sides of your shirt, pulling you down to him. You gasp, and then he’s kissing you, letting his grip in your shirt go lax in favor of holding you to his chest. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back around the smile growing on your lips - you’d have told him how pretty he was months ago if you’d known it would lead to this.

The blush is still there when you pull back. You smile, and he smiles back, a little sheepish. “Sorry.”

“For what?” You laugh.

“Just,” He gestures, grabbing you. “I should have asked.”

“‘S okay.” You say, leaning back in so that your lips just brush over his. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Please.” He whispers.

You crush your lips to his, bringing a hand up to caress the side of his face, gently sweeping your thumb over the scar tissue along his cheek again. You feel one of his hands slide back down to your scar, gently squeezing your thigh. It’s a little surreal, to have him under you like this, with his lips moving against yours as he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth. It feels like a wet dream come true.

You pull back just far enough to speak. “Carl?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to fuck?”

He’s quiet for a minute, and you worry that you totally ruined the mood until he exhales heavily. “Fuck.” He says, a little breathy. “Really?”

You giggle against his lips. “Yeah, really.” You press another quick kiss to his mouth before pulling back to look at him. “You can say no if you don’t want to- I won’t be offended. Promise.”

“No, no I want to, but, I’ve just…” He trails off.

“You’ve just..?”

“Never. Before.”

“Really?” You’re a little surprised. “Not even with Enid when you guys were together?”

He shakes his head, a little sheepish. “She didn’t, um. The eye was too much for her.”

You caress that side of his face again, and lean down to press a kiss right on the edge of the socket. “I like it.” You say, trailing your lips from the bumpy scar tissue down the side of his face until you can nip at his earlobe.

A shiver runs up his spine, and his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. “Fuck. Okay. Yeah. Lets-”

You attach your lips to his neck with a smile, gently biting at the pale skin there. Even just that elicits a sharp breath from him, and his hands twitch against you. He turns his head, nosing into your hair as he shifts under you. It really feels like a wet dream come true when he knocks his hips into yours and you can feel the hard-on he’s been hiding.

“Oh.” You say, detaching yourself from his neck.

“What?” He already sounds debauched, just from this. If you just kissing his face and neck can get him sounding all breathy, you have no idea what he’s going to sound like when you actually get him inside of you.

“You should take your pants off.” You say, moving from your place sat on his stomach to let him out from under you.

“Right.” He says, gaze falling to your thighs as he undoes his belt, quickly shucking his jeans off and tossing them to the foot of the bed. You let your gaze sweep down his legs, and then back up to his hard-on. “These too, or..?” He thumbs at the waistband of his boxers, looking at you.

You still have your own underwear on, despite your lack of pants, and you quickly peel them off, tossing them in the same direction as Carl’s pants. “Yeah.” You say, feeling heat gather at the base of your stomach. You reach down to fumble through the pockets of your own pants you left on the floor, and pull out a single, slightly crumpled, condom.

When you sit back up, Carl’s boxers are gone and his blush is back in full force. You take a moment to soak in the sight of him before crawling back over to him and pressing the condom into his hand. “Here.”

“You just carry one around?” He asks, inspecting the foil package.

“You never know.” You grin.

Gingerly, he rips into the foil and takes the condom out, turning it over with his fingers. “I don’t…”

You take it from him, checking to make sure the right side is out, and scoot down the bed towards Carl’s dick. Gently, with your eyes on his face, you grip him by the base and roll the condom down. He sucks in a breath, and his hands twitch again.

“You’ve done this before?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You say, positioning yourself so you’re straddling his legs, and sliding one hand up his side to ruck his shirt up, revealing his stomach. “Enid wouldn’t have sex with Ron either.”

He laughs, but it turns into a moan when you lick a long stripe up his stomach as you crawl up his body. You brush your hips over his, eyes scanning his face as he looks up at you. For good measure, you press a kiss to his eye socket, and then kiss under his working eye as well.

He slips his hands underneath your shirt, holding your waist as you rise up onto your knees. You place one hand on his chest, and reach the other behind you to line him up. Just his tip brushing against the inside of your thigh is enough to have a little breath leave his lips. Enraptured, you watch his face as you sink down on him, grinning at the way his breath hitches and his grip turns bruising.

“Shit.” He breathes.

You lean down, planting your elbows on either side of his face, smiling. “Good?”

“Yeah.” He says, tiltling his head up to catch your lips in a kiss. “Really good.”

Sitting back up, you begin to roll your hips, watching his stomach flatten as he sucks in a breath. You move his hands from where they’re holding onto your waist, instead placing them on your hips, letting him guide your movements. His fingers dig into your skin, and his hips start to kick up into yours as he tips his head back into the pillows.

Slowly, you pick up the pace, planting your own hands on his chest for leverage as you start to bounce. Carl’s breath begins to come in pants as you work yourself up and down, and his eye flutters shut. “Fuck.” His voice is breathy, bordering on a whine. He sounds utterly wrecked, and you’ve only just started.

“God,” You say, your own breathing starting to pick up. “You are so pretty, it’s unfair.” He looks almost angelic, his hair feathered out amongst the pillows, face screwed up with pleasure as you ride him.

He groans, low in the back of this throat. “Shut up-”

“Why?” You tease, leaning down to get in his face again. “You like it or something?”

“Yes, fucking- I like it, okay? Too much.”

You can’t help the smile that breaks out across your face. Finally. Finally, after all the needling and poking and trading scars, he’s done protesting. Finally, he can accept that he’s the most beautiful boy on the planet (at least in your mind), and enjoy it. You press your lips to his, not bothering to wait before sweeping your tongue into his mouth. He moans around the kiss, and his hands twitch against your hips again.

Pulling back from the kiss, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, letting your lips trail over the shell of his ear as you keep bouncing your hips against his. Despite his asking you to shut up, you decidedly do not, instead whispering every dirty thought that crosses your mind right into his ear. You could talk about how gorgeous he is and how good he feels for hours - but you won’t have to, because you can tell he’s getting close. And, to be frank, you are too.

He’s stopped saying actual words, only a string of breathy whines leaving his mouth every time he opens his lips. You sit back up, feeling the heat pool in your own stomach, and plant your hands on his chest again, riding him with everything you have. You could slap him across the face and he’d probably bust at this point, so you focus on your own pleasure.

In the end, it doesn’t take long for you to tip yourself over the edge, between the way you’re working yourself up and down his dick, and how beautiful he looks under you. Carl barely holds out longer than you, his hips knocking into yours twice before he lets out a long groan, and stills.

For a moment, you just sit there, catching your breath, watching as Carl does the same. There’s a hazy sort of smile at the corners of his lips, and his hands gently caress your hips now, petting the skin.

“Thanks.” He says. You get the sense that he’s talking about more than the sex.

“Of course. Anytime.” You say. And you mean it.

#carl grimes #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x you #twd #the walking dead #twd smut

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boydepartment · 2 days

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ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ from the start (trips) - nishimura riki x m! reader (PT 2)

fluff - angst - masterlist - pt 1 - wc- 250-275

the movie was absolutely boring riki out of his mind and he couldn’t help the glances he’d throw at you. it clicked for him now.

he liked you

he REALLY liked you…

riki wasn’t dumb or totally oblivious to his feelings, but it’s something hard to accept. being in love with your best friend is some heavy shit that can tear friendships apart or make a wedge and riki didn’t want that for you guys.

he wanted to be around you whether he was your boyfriend or not.

your boyfriend… man he would kill to have that title. he started zoning out and didn’t even notice you shoving him lightly to get him out of the dazed look.

“you okay..?” your voice broke him out of his distraction.

“oh um. yeah this movie is just ass.” he said blankly, why’d he say that? god that was SO STUPID…. he was panicking and overthinking everything now and-

you laughed, you started laughing.

“the movie is pretty bad.”

okay good he didn’t fuck up he’s fine.

“are you sure you’re okay though..?” you asked, fulling turning to him on the couch. riki watched as his clothes that you wore fit your frame. he wished you could say ‘oh these cool pants? yeah they are my boyfriends’

“riki?” you scooted closer to him and waved a hand in front of his face.

once again he snapped out of it, “huh? no i’m okay. i need to ask something though.”

your brows furrowed but you obliged, “okay shoot, captain america.”

riki chuckled at the nickname and got serious again, “are you for real about this crush? the new one? be honest with me.”

he watched your reaction intensely. everything he could note he would.

you shrugged, “i dunno if i’m being honest… sometimes i think i just distract myself from the real picture.”

riki felt his heart speed up again

real picture?

“what do you mean?” he turned his body fully towards you and leaned his head on the wall next to him.

you got nervous, he could tell, you were picking at the bracelet he got you.

“well i told you i mostly lean towards guys yaknow… she’s not a guy but it’s so hard finding GOOD guys who are comfortable with their sexuality. i mean it’s hard being lgbt sometimes…” you mumbled and looked away, “i can’t help but want a boyfriend who’s good for me and comfortable with being a boyfriend to a g-“

“ME.” riki yelled quickly, your head shot over.

“what? now’s not the time to joke around asshole!” you laughed and threw your head back, when you looked at him again though you stopped.

riki was being dead serious, and you just caught onto it.

“y/n i like you. and i hate all your crushes and want them to di-“

“OKAY CAN WE BACK IT UP A FEW PACES BEFORE YOU WISH DEATH UPON MY PREVIOUS FAKE CRUSHES?” you waved your hands around and riki’s brows furrowed.

fake? what DID YOU MEAN? HAS HE BEEN PACING AROUND FOR NOTHING?

“hold on… what the hell do you mean by fake?” he scooted closer to you and you placed with the bracelet again, riki placed his hands next to you almost caging you in, “answer me please…”

“well i told you i used them to distract myself from the bigger picture….” your eyes flickered down to his lips and he scanned your face, stopping at your lips.

riki focused on them for a good few seconds before looking at you again, “you can tell me to stop before i risk our friendship.” he leaned closer to you.

you shook your head no, “i want to risk it… i’ve wanted to kiss you so bad from the start…”

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lostinforestbound · 14 hours

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The fic is going well! I'm on a roll and after I'm done I'll be searching for a Beta-Reader! For now, to tie you all over:

Romantic Zevlor Headcanons

This sad old man is incredibly traditional in the sense of romance. He plans dates to the very hour, brings flowers, cleans himself up nicely, kisses the top of his partners hand and offers his arm as they walk; the perfect man to date! He's also very experienced.

I would say he's not shy about romance, but definitely reserved. He didn't have time for it once he became a Hellrider, it pulled all his focus in. After his oath is broken and he got cast out from Elturel with the other refugees, that also pulled his focus away from even considering a relationship.

When everything is finally calm, he doubts that anyone would even want him in this stage of his life. He's an old, tired man and he made his peace with it. Then his partner comes along and throws him in for a loop! He starts to feel alive again.

He plans dates out strategically, but would not stress out if something doesn't go according to plan. He can easily go with the flow. If his partner is stressed out however, he would give them a kiss on the forehead and say something along the lines of "It is all right, my love. Let us try something else."

Quality time is important to him. His favorites are long walks! The beach, forest, a meadow, some hills, a hike, he loves to get moving! And it's even better with a partner where they can talk about anything and everything while in the privacy of nature. It's wonderful! If his partner prefers to stay home though, he's completely content with sitting by the fire.

His main love language is absolutely acts of service! He loves taking care of his partner and doing things for them. He makes food for them, patches their clothes, and makes sure their things are organized the way they like it. This man also gives some of the best massages!

Gods he loves cuddling. He adores it, actually! After a long day, he looks forward to going to bed with them the most. It calming and honestly helps him sleep much better. He's slept alone a lot, and he missed having another body next to him.

Zevlor has been through quite a bit, so of course he would have nightmares about a multitude of things! Especially regarding his fuck up in the Shadow Cursed Lands. He doesn't quite wake up in a cold sweat since he's used to them, but they still startle him awake sometimes. He's not afraid to ask for help from his partner if nights are a struggle for him.

On that point, he's a fantastic communicator! If anything is bothering him, even if he's embarrassed, he will discuss it with his partner. He personally does not like being kept in the dark about what his partner is feeling, so why would he do that to them? It benefits no one. If his partner needs more time to figure out their words, he will absolutely give it, but there is no hiding anything from him.

His kisses are usually gentle, and he loves holding his partner's face in his hands while doing so! He's incredibly tender in everything he does involving them, but he also loves to tease! When he kisses the top of their hand, he'll kiss up their arm to their neck and eventually their face, littering pecks all over. Bonus points if his partner is ticklish, he enjoys their laughs and giggles as it brings him genuine joy.

If his partner is a tiefling or a tailed dragonborn, he absolutely would link his tail with theirs in a private setting. Usually he prefers to have his tail out of the way, especially in public, but when it's just the two of them he uses his tail pretty freely. This is because he finds tail-holding very intimate.

He doesn't mind public display of affection in other ways though! Hand holding, wayward pecks, sitting close, hugs, he loves it all. Sitting in his lap may get him flustered though, especially if his partner is very forward in their affection! Sometimes he feels as though his heart will give out with how fast it beats (maybe he's too old for this after all).

Zevlor isn't used to being taken care of at all, usually he's the one doing all the caring. When his partner starts doing it his head practically reels in shock, not expecting it to feel so nice. He doesn't outwardly ask for it but brushing his hair and massaging the tension out of his hands is something he adores. His partner always receives a 'thank you' kiss.

He knows how to dance, which can surprise people! Slow dancing is his preferred style, and he'll bring his partner in for a slow sway when they're alone. No music is needed in these intimate moments, his lover is all he wants anyways.

#forest-writes #zevlor #zevlor x tav #zevlor x reader #zevlor bg3 #bg3 zevlor

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wonbin-truther · 11 hours

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MATURE !! MINORS DNI

you were sat beside haechan on the edge of the bed, nearly on his lap. your legs were swung over his sideways to get as close to him as possible. the white lace slip dress hugged your body perfectly. haechan had one hand places on your chin, keeping it held up as his tongue slipped into your mouth. your lips were red and swollen but the kisses remained soft as haechan whimpered into them. his other hand laid upon the plush of your thigh to keep your legs where they were.

there was a gentle knock on the door as it slowly creaked open. you pulled away from haechan momentarily to see who it was. "am i interrupting," mark lee stood in the doorway. from the look of the sweat dripping off of him, he had just come back from the gym. "not at all," you smiled, holding your hand out to him. you heard hyuck groan at the addition of mark but you ignored it. mark happily walked over and took your hand, sitting on the other side of you.

you removed your legs from haechan's lap yet he kept his hand on your thigh. you removed your hand from marks and kissed him. he kissed back; his vanilla chapstick transferring onto your own lips. he moved in more, capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth. you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to swipe along your lips.

haechan watched intently, the growing bulge in his pants growing painful by the minute. his hand went higher and higher until his long fingers were pushing the fabric of your panties aside and two digits were slipped into you. you let out a moan into the kiss with mark, pulling away to throw your head back. both men took that as an opportunity to kiss along your neck. haechans fingers continued to move in and out as your hand found its way to mark's own hand again.

"enjoy what hyucks doing pretty girl," mark held your chin to face him. you tried to lean in to give him a kiss but he stayed firm with his grip. "if you want a kiss you need to use your words princess," haechan quickened his pace, leaving you at even more of a loss for words. "looks like she doesn't want it that bad," mark said and haechan nodded, slowing his pace down painfully slow. "no no please. please," tears brimmed your eyes as you grabbed haechan's wrist. "please what pretty," haechan kissed your lips but pulled away quickly. "please go quicker. love your fingers so much hyuckie," tears rolled down your cheeks and mark brushed them away. "see not so hard," mark smiled down at you.

haechan resumed his quick pace fingering you. mark let his hands roam all over as he captured your lips again for another makeout session. haechan felt you flutter around him as your moans in between kisses with mark got louder. "let go pretty girl. we got you," haechan kissed your cheek. you released all over his hand. you watched as haechan lifted his hand up and mark grabbed his wrist, sucking on the pads of his finger before haechan brought it to your mouth.

"my turn," mark said, moving you to lay on the bed.

all you knew is that it was going to be a long night.

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melodies | 1.2

summary: he's the most powerful & ruthless mafia boss in the city, and she's just a music store owner. but once he hears her singing voice, he wants nothing more than to hear it for the rest of his life..and she's not so sure about that.. he'll do anything to change that. wc: 3.1k

warnings: swearing, harry being insufferable, suggestive content

a/n: hello loves! I am still on vacation but I was able to spend a little time editing this chapter of melodies to get it posted for you! I hope you all enjoy! here comes the DRAMA!!

The box. The infamous box. Its contents?

“Styles, wha–,” you’re speechless. How did he do it? Where did he? “--Is that what i think it is?”

“That depends,” he starts, a shit eating grin on his face, “do you think it’s a custom, handmade replica of the diamond and ruby necklace Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman?” He looks at you deviously, “Because that’s what it is.” You just stare at him in shock. “Oh, and it’s all yours.”

“Harry,” you breathe; your voice full of disbelief and amazement.

“You–,” he smiles, “You just called me Harry.” He’s beaming. His whiter than white smile is on full display; pearly whites shining bright enough to blind. He’s happy. Ecstatic.

“You deserved it,” you place a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving a blush on his skin in your wake. “Would you help me put it on, please?”

“I would be honored,” he takes the necklace from the box. He hooks it together before placing a featherlight kiss where your neck and shoulder meet. The contact makes you shiver with anticipation. “Fits in like it was made just for you,” he smiles against your skin, his hands finding your hips, pulling you back into him as he speaks.

Turning in his hold, you place a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Sty–Harry. It’s beautiful,”

“You make it beautiful,” he comments, giving you another kiss before he opens your car door. Harry helps you in, holding your hand as you sit down, minding the train on your dress.

“So, where are we going all dressed up?” you ask, as he takes his seat in the car.

“Ah, that would spoil the other surprise,” he grins from the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other is planted on your thigh.

You huff in response.

“Alright, brat,” he laughs, “It’s a business dinner, and some.. Live entertainment to follow.”

“Styles..”

“What happened to Harry?”

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

“Depends,” he chuckles.

“Am I getting my Pretty Woman moment?” The hopeful glint in your voice makes him feel a sense of pride.

“For the record, you don’t need the dress and the whole shebang to have a Pretty Woman moment,” he looks over to you, your excited eyes look back in awe of the man next to you. He really is determined to give you everything you want in order to make you his. The amount of thought he’s put into everything really shows you how much he listens to everything you say, and it makes you feel things you can’t explain.

“You're in love with him, stupid,” Ellie's voice rings in your head. Shut. Up.

“You don't need all these sweet words and grand gestures to get what you want out of me either,” you say, placing your hand atop his on your thigh.

“I know, but I thoroughly enjoy seeing that smile of yours.”

Arriving at the dinner, Harry opens your door as you’re met with flashing cameras. He’d warned you that there would be paparazzi here but you weren’t anticipating this level of insanity. But you probably should have, knowing Harry’s status.

He stops for a few photos, requesting you stand with him for all of them. Harry didn’t want you out of his sight. The paps shout questions of your identity, where you met, how long you’d been together, if you were pregnant, that one made you laugh, you had to admit. But the attention being on you was never what you wanted. It's why you never pursued the stage. It didn’t comfort you like it did your mother. The stage terrified you.

Making your way inside, there’s a sea of people dressed to the nines as they make pointless conversation amongst themselves. They all seem super interested in each other but you know better. Harry had warned you ahead of time that these people don’t actually care about anything going on, it’s all for show. Who can donate the most money while keeping up appearances. Tonight was about the benefit of the city, meaning whoever donated the most money basically had the mayor at their mercy. Harry had been the highest donor for the last decade. Not to say others hadn’t attempted to take the spot from him. But he could always handle it. Tonight was about celebrating Harry. Most people were unhappy with a Yakuza having the upper hand in the city, but knowing if they said anything the funding would immediately stop.

“Harry,” you mutter, eyes roaming the room before you.

“Hm?” his eyes follow yours, immediately understanding your apprehensive state.

“This is.. A lot of people.” your fingers clutch the sleeve of his jacket, holding his arm as close as possible.

“I’m here with you, Birdie,” he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss on the shell. “Just focus on me, yeah?”

You nod once, not letting up on your grip on his jacket as he led you further into the room, heading for your reserved table. Harry pulls your chair out, then takes his seat next to you.

A little into the evening, a tall man with blonde hair approaches your table, a curt smile on his face as he speaks.

“Evening, Harry. Who is this lovely specimen?” He asks.

“Jones,” He grumbles in response. “This is Y/N.”

Harry offers the man no other explanation in return. You can feel the shift in the air. So this was Jones. He’d left before you’d arrived the last time his name was mentioned. He’d intrigued you for sure, not many people could sour Harry’s mood that easily just by being present.

“Hello, sir, lovely to meet you,” you extend a gloved hand to the man standing near the table, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N what a lovely name, I’m Scott Jones,” he takes your hand in his, offering you a kiss on the back of your hand. “Tell me, just what is a beauty like you doing with a man like Harry?”

“She likes being with...the strongest,” Harry answers for you, standing from his seat. “Now if you’ll excuse us,” he holds his hand out for you to grab, “Dance with me?” he asks, diverting his full attention to you.

“Of course,” in your typical fashion, you still address Jones as you’re pulled away. “It was nice meeting you,” you say, offering him a sweet smile; a silent apology. Harry leads you to the dancefloor, placing the palm of one hand into the small of your back while holding the other one up for you to grab. lacing your fingers together, he begins to sway.

Harry spreads his fingers out across the surface of your lower back; each touch leaving a trail of heat.

“So that was Jones?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “He has some nerve..”

“Hey,” you reach up, tilting his gaze down to you, “Just focus on me, yeah?” you mirror his earlier words back to him. His smile grows, but his worry does as well. Now Nanami knows Harry has a weakness, and that weaknesses name. But he knows he can protect you. As much as you’ll let him anyway.

“How could I focus on anything else?” his gaze bores into yours, a sense of total adoration washes over you as you look into those crystalline emerald eyes. You could see the whole future in them. Tables adorned with navy, black and gold. Roses fill your hands as you’re led down a petal covered aisle, looking ahead to Harry at the end. I do’s and kisses are swapped. Hands exploring dips and curves. Slow, languid movements filling you to the brim. Sweet nothings whispered against sweat slicked skin. Small patters of tiny feet across tile floors. Those tiny feet carrying a matching tuft of chestnut hair, green eyes and a bundle of giggles as bigger feet follow behind..

“Birdie? Did I lose you?” Harry chuckles, his voice snapping you back to reality.

“Hm? Oh! Sorry. I got stuck,” you mutter, letting go of his cheek. The thoughts are still burning in the back of your mind. Every thought seemed so real. Like it was a memory instead of a daydream.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, anticipating some sort of panicked response.

“Just..doing this,” leaves you in a whisper. You place your lips over his in a soft kiss; your hands find their way back up to cup his jaw, making him smile against your mouth. He hums in approval, his hands attempting to pull you as close to him as possible.

“I think you’re trying to seduce me in front of all of these people,” Harry teases you as he pulls away. Your cheeks turn a soft pink at his words. “If you wanna go somewhere more private just let me know.”

“Stop it,” you whisper, taking back in the amount of people surrounding you. It feels as if every pair of eyes were following your every move. One pair of eyes was following your every move, and it wasn’t Harry’s.

Jones stood in the corner with his men as he watched, and waited.

Harry led you back to the table as the dining portion of the evening was about to commence. A full meal entailing all of Harry’s favorites, which had somehow turned into your favorites too. The night had been wonderful so far; the conversation flowed so freely it was as if you and Harry had been together forever.

“Harry,” place your hand on his thigh, leaning closer to him.

“I’ll never tire of hearing you say that,” Harry says, turning to give you his attention.

“Think I’m ready,” you whisper, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him.

“Ready..?”

“Mhm. For this,” you motion between the two of you, “Us.”

You watch as his eyes get even brighter than they were. He looks to you for real confirmation. The smile plastered on your face was the answer he needed, and so he kisses you. “You’ve just made my entire life,” he groans before he kisses you again.

“Remember we’re not alone here,” you giggle as you pull away.

“Ask me if i care,” he tries chasing your lips with his, “You didn’t seem to care when we were at the beach yesterday.”

“We were in a somewhat secluded cabana, not an open table at the front of a great hall with hundreds of people watching, Harry.”

“Ugh, I already know I’m gonna love when you say my name when you're mad.”

“You’re already so insufferable,” you huff, turning away from him.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” He reaches to turn your chair back towards him, caging you in with his arms. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, eyes locked on to yours.

“I–I’m yours,” you whisper back, staring back into his eyes as he searches yours for any sign of apprehension.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you lean forward, sealing the deal with a kiss once again.

A voice booms throughout the space, startling you enough to pull away from the man before you. Harry readjusts, as he pays attention to the announcer behind him.

“Good evening folks, thank you all for attending as we celebrate the continued support from our guest of honor, Mr. Harry Styles.”

Applause follows. Your eyes scan the room, finding Jones staring right back at you from his spot on the edge of the room. You offer him another sweet smile before overting your attention back to the man at the front of the room.

“Harry, come on up here,” the man speaks into the microphone.

“I’ll be right back,” Harry assures you, offering you a quick kiss before taking his stand at the front of the room.

“Evening everybody. I’m thrilled to be back here for another year. Even more so this year,” he looks over to you. “Someone very special to me came with me this time, and I intend to make her my wife one day.”

The room fills with ooh’s and aww’s as Harry pauses. “So, we all owe everything to her tonight, for making me the happiest man in the world. So if you would all join me in raising your glasses,” he starts, leaning down to grab his glass from your hold.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yell at him. He just offers you his devious smile in return.

“To my lovely Birdie, thank you for attending with me, and for making me incredibly ecstatic tonight by agreeing to finally be mine,” he raises his glass a little higher. “To Birdie,”

“To Birdie,” the crowd rumbles behind you. An anxious smile spreads across your lips as you turn to see everyone staring at you. You stand, albeit reluctantly, and politely bow with a smile. The other tables erupt in applause, as Harry pulls you to join him on the stage, his arm snaking around your waist. “We hope you enjoy the live entertainment in the concert hall for the evening, once you’re finished dining. The proceeds from tonight will be donated to the children's hospital. Have a great night, everybody.”

More applause fills the space as you exit the stage with Harry, his hand firmly holding yours.

“What was that?” you ask through gritted teeth as you smile.

“Staking my claim, and also showing my appreciation for my lovely lady,” he smirks at you as you take your seats again at the table.

“I would appreciate not being the center of attention,” you huff, slapping his hand away from your thigh under the table.

“Now now, Birdie. You have been the center of attention all evening,” he slides his hand back up your thigh as he leans down near your ear. “I’ve just been too distracting for you to notice.”

“You are quite distracting.”

“So, should we go somewhere more private?”

“Mm, no. I want to see this live entertainment,” you remove his hand from your thigh again, taking a stand from your chair. Harry stands with you, offering you his arm to grab as he leads you to the concert hall.

The live performer just so happened to be Rod Stewart. How that happened, Harry swears he doesn’t know. But the devious glint in his eyes says otherwise.

He’s performing all of your favorites. The ones you’d sing with grandfather in the car on the way to the next city. And the ones Harry likes you hear you sing along with.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips after kissing him.

“Anything for my lady.”

Harry sits next to you, an arm around your waist as he studies you watching the performance below. He knows you wish you were able to do that like your mother did, but he also knows the thought of it terrifies you. He’ll make it his mission to help you face your fears if that's what you wanted from him. But if you’re okay with being on the sidelines as well, he’ll help you with that too. Anything you want, he’ll make it happen. He thinks tonight is the prime example of that.

After the performance, Harry leads you to the car. Opting for Niall to drive this time, he takes his seat next to you in the back.

“Did you enjoy the evening? Was it, quote unquote, fun enough for you?”

“Oh, god Harry, that was amazing. I’ve never enjoyed myself more.”

“I don't think I’ll ever tire of hearing you call me that,”

“Yeah?” you ask, sliding closer to him.

“Yeah.” he breathes out, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. He smiles into the kiss so you push your tongue into his mouth, taking him by surprise. Harry lets you have your fun for a moment before he reminds you who's in charge. He reaches to his left, pressing a button on the door to close the window between the front and back seat. Gripping your waist, you’re brought onto his lap, knees on either side of his legs. The kiss deepens, your arms finding their way around his neck as his hands explore the expanse of your back.

“Harry,” you whisper in his ear. You move your hands to tangle into his hair, earring a soft moan from his throat.

“Please, keep going,” he mutters, readjusting himself beneath you. His hands planted firmly on your hips.

“Harry,” you bite down onto his earlobe. “Harry,” you kiss just beneath his ear. Tilting his head to your will, every which way leaving your featherlight kisses along his throat, up and down the surface, whispering his name before every kiss. His breathing feels labored under your touch; his skin ablaze.

“Birdie,” he groans.

“Hm?” You hum, going back to kissing along his throat.

“As much as I would love for this to continue, we’re at your apartment.”

That damn saying again.

“Come upstairs with me,” you kiss his lips.

“I have a meeting first thing in the morning, otherwise I would,” he kisses you back. “How about you come to mine? Spend the night?”

“What are we gonna do?” you ask with the most innocent looking eyes you can manage.

“What do you think?” he teases, chasing your lips with his.

“Can I meet you there? So can I go to Encore in the morning?”

“Of course. I’ll leave Mitch here with you,” Harry reaches for his phone.

“No need. I’ll be right behind you once I change. Promise,” you kiss the tip of his nose, climbing off of his lap.

Harry exits the car, rounding to your side and opens your door for you. Helping you from the car, the man before you kisses you passionately, pulling your front against his, leaning into your touch.

“Harry,” you whisper, pulling away from him.

“Fuck, Biridie. Don’t you see what you do to me?”

“Mm, I could feel it too, big guy.” you tease him, smoothing down the front of your dress. “I’ll meet you at your place.”

“Okay,” he smiles down at you, offering you one more goodbye kiss.

“Keep my seat warm,” you wink at him before disappearing up the stairs of your apartment building.

Harry’s trip home felt longer without you. He was counting down the minutes until he got to touch you again. Waiting for the moment you walked through the door to devour you.

“Sir, we have some..news.” Mitch’s voice makes Harry turn towards the entrance of the living room.

“What is it, Mitch? Has Y/N arrived?” he asks, standing from his seat.

“No, sir, it’s about Encore,” the double bunned man says flatly.

“What about Encore? Was there a break in?”

“No, Sir. it’s on fire.”

“What do you–where is Y/N?” Harry asks, panicked.

“We–We can’t locate her, sir.”

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