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dnd-writes · 6 months

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A Gift From Within

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Tags: Non-con, yes, yet another non-con fic. Sex toy!Hyunjin, bondage, ruined orgasms, anal, cum in ass, anal, cum in ass, anal, cum in ass, you guessed it, anal, cum in ass, cockwarming, technically food play-ish, bowl, cum swallowing

A/N: Thanks to late night degen hours, Smite's fic idea that spawned that KIOF fic, and my inbox being flooded by you guys (@kaedespicelatte pinging for no reason at all) Happy birthday to Loossemble's commander, Hyunjin!!! For her birthday, I present to her... a non-con fic! Feeling very down bad lately so uhh, expect more of these short non-con quickies in the coming days. So I guess welcome to my new apparent series which we'll call... Non-con November (depending on how things go, likely it will continue into December, so the name is temporary (though not like it needs a name)) Also don't expect these to be logical or sensical, just lots of horny degen ramblings that I put together Also, this is admittedly 'sub-par' but I promise the next fics will be 'better'

You wake up next to Hyunjin’s drugged body, you get to your feet and grab the rope laying on the table beside you. You waste no time as you get to work. You start by taking her clothes off, just the prospect of seeing her naked body is getting you hard already. You grope Hyunjin’s chest for a bit before taking her shirt off, then you unclasp her yellow bra and all that’s left are her bare tits, not the biggest but they’re still cute little handfuls. They feel so soft as you touch them but you stop yourself before you get too carried away, you still have a plan to execute. All that’s left are her skirt and underwear but you take those off with ease, leaving Hyunjin fully nude on your bed. What Hyunjin lacks in the breasts department, she makes up for in ass and thighs, you give her asscheek a quick slap and watch as it ripples across her skin. You grab a whiff of her pussy, heavenly, you help yourself to a little meal but with Hyunjin drugged out, there’s not much for you to get, so you carry on with the next step, tying her up.

“There and there.” You tighten whatever knots still feel loose as you finish, you stand up to admire the work you’ve just spent about an hour doing, Hyunjin’s naked body tied up. Her body is bent in half, her ankles are tied behind her head while her hands are tied behind her back. It almost looks like a full nelson made even rougher than it already is, just without a cock spearing into her asshole from below, though you’re about to fix that soon enough. For now you caress Hyunjin’s delicate face, her sleeping look and the ropes tied around her body, each beauties in their own right.

It doesn’t take long until you hear Hyunjin groaning. “Ah, just in time.” You pick her up then put her down on the ground, you take your pants off then kneel down, raising her hips so that you’re at just the proper height for your cock to line up with Hyunjin’s asshole. You play around a bit as you wait for Hyunjin’s consciousness to fully recover. You graze your length along her slit, dry, as expected. But you can’t wait to have her squirt endlessly for hours on end.

Hyunjin’s eyes flutter awake, she tries to stretch her body but she quickly realizes her limbs are stuck in place, she tries to struggle but finds her whole body tied up, only managing to move her head about her neck but nothing else. “W-Who are you?! Where the hell am I?! What the hell is this?!”

You simply close her mouth with your fingers, “Shh, shh, shh. Everything is going to be alright, Hyunjin. Just relax, it will be over before you know it.”

Even with your gentle instructions she still doesn’t listen, they never do, always wanting to do it the hard way. “No. No, no, no. Help! Someone HELPPPP!!!” she screams for help but you just sigh at her, you’ve sound-proofed the place long ago, yelling will just waste her angelic voice. You stand up and grab a pair of scissors, immediately Hyunjin shuts up but you just chuckle, the scissors aren’t for her, at least, not directly. In your other hand you hold a roll of duct tape, you close Hyunjin’s mouth and wrap about two rounds of tape around her head before cutting it off. “That should do it, now again, just relax, Hyunjin. It’s gonna be easier for both of us, I’m telling you.”

Now onto the next step. You take your cock and spit on it, jerking off a bit as you spread the saliva everywhere. Then you spit on Hyunjin’s asshole and immediately he begins to panic as she realizes what you’re about to do, thrashing with all her effort although her body barely even moves. She screams as best she can through her taped mouth while shaking her head but you remind her again. “Relax… or it’s gonna be painful.”

You spread Hyunjin’s cheeks apart but her tense body is just clenching heavily causing her sphincter to blink at you. But you still carry on, you make one last attempt to spread her ass open but it barely seems to do anything. You spit on the tiny hole once again as you start to penetrate it, the saliva helps a little bit as you feel yourself ever so slightly sliding into Hyunjin’s asshole. Slowly but surely you push past the entrance and you find yourself sinking every inch deeper and deeper into her anal canal. Even with the gag, you can still hear Hyunjin’s cute little moans.

You finally hilt and you give Hyunjin some time to adjust to your size. In the meantime, you play with her pussy. You start simple, just the middle and pointer fingers, but as you make your way inside, Hyunjin reacts violently. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” It’s like she would much rather have a thick cock in her ass than two fingers in her pussy, though it’s not like you would care for that boundary, you’ve broken so many at this point, what’s another one?

You slowly curl your fingers inside of Hyunjin, prodding and exploring her vaginal walls as you maneuver your fingers in and out. You finally hit a spot that gets the most reaction out of her and you don’t hesitate to start attacking it. Hyunjin’s muffled moans fill the room as her breath gets more and more erratic.

Before Hyunjin can reach orgasm, you pull your fingers out, she looks extremely annoyed. Probably the only good thing she’ll ever be able to enjoy today and even that you stripped away from her. You make an audible sound of delight as you stick your soaked fingers in your mouth, you could have had more but you decided it’s been long enough since you penetrated Hyunjin’s ass.

You start to pull out then thrust deep inside again, your skin slaps hers and it causes her thighs to jiggle. You thrust again and again until you find a steady pace to fuck her ass at. Each slap onto her ass is accompanied by a mixture of hindered grunts and moans coming from Hyunjin. You lift Hyunjin’s ass into the air, bending her into an L-shape as you start slamming your hips into hers. You bend forward and meet her face, you could have kissed her but she was being too much of a loudmouth that you had to do something about it. Instead you attack her neck, sucking and biting on her exposed skin, repaying some of the pain you caused by giving her some hickeys.

You give one last slam as you feel your balls draining into Hyunjin’s ass. She expects you to be done, to do something else, but you don’t even pull out of her butt. “That’s one,” you say. You lift her off the ground while making sure your cock doesn’t leave the confines of her rear. As you press her up against the wall, Hyunjin realizes what your plan is, to fill her ass with cum. It’s simple, you fuck her ass and cum, then fuck her ass and cum, then fuck her ass and cum again, just that over and over until the day finishes.

You fuck her a couple more times in the bedroom, counting every load you dump deep into her. You fuck her against the wall, then you fuck her while holding her close and giving her more hickeys while sitting on your side of the bed, then you fuck her for the last time against a different wall. Now a total of four loads as you exit the bedroom.

You make your way to the kitchen. You fuck her on the table while waiting for your coffee, then you fuck her against the counter while waiting for your toast. You head back to the table where you start fucking her while sitting on a chair, after every orgasm you switch seats and take a bite of your toast, repeating it until you finish your meal. By now you’ve lost count of how much you’ve dumped and you couldn’t be bothered to recall it.

You spent so much time that your coffee is now cold and it’s almost the afternoon. You head over to the living room and turn the TV on, with nothing to watch you just put Netflix on and play the next episode of your show. Though instead of focusing on the program, of course, you focus on Hyunjin’s ass. You fuck her missionary on the left side, then you fuck her cowgirl in the middle, then you fuck her while embracing her again on the right side, only except this time instead of biting her neck, you spray kisses along her face. After that you fuck her on the coffee table, then you fuck her on the floor, then you prone bone her along the length of the couch. You hear the TV stop making sound which is your signal to move elsewhere.

You head upstairs and look for a new room to indulge in your depravity and your eyes set on your office. For once, you’re not here to work, but rather you’re here to stuff someone’s ass full of your cum.

You barely make it inside and you’re already starting to fuck Hyunjin’s asshole again, you push her up against the door, you hold her in place as you piston your cock into her from below. You take this time as an opportunity to have a go at her chest. Due to her petite size, you’re able to almost swallow one whole breast into your mouth, it almost feels like jello the way it jiggles in your mouth. You latch onto her whole breast like a child and your tongue starts to play with her nipple, flicking it, licking around it, and just getting a taste of her whole boob.

You move over to the other breast after lathering the other one in spit, only except now you become much rougher. You start sucking on the other tit but instead of playing and teasing, you start biting her skin and nibbling on her nipple. You can hear Hyunjin’s grunts of protest as you tug on her chest using just your teeth.

You pump another batch of cum into Hyunjin’s ass, you’ve lost count long ago but based on your rough estimate, you’re easily in the 20’s but it also feels like you’re in the 30’s already.

You carry Hyunjin up to your desk and slam her down, she cries in discomfort as binder clips and pens dig into her skin. But instead of helping her out, you lean forward and press her further onto the table. You’ve never seen Hyunjin squirm so much before, you’ve been raping her ass all day long but only now has she complained the most. She cries even harder as the objects dig into her skin. If the table were any lower, you’d be able to get on top of Hyunjin easily. Though what’s stopping you from doing that anyway?

You carefully get on the table and kneel down, knocking away anything you might accidentally hit, can’t have that happen to you. You then press your entire weight onto Hyunjin and rejoice as you hear her cries through the tape. Every thrust paired with a pleading cry to get out.

You cum in her ass and finally lift her off of the table, you hold Hyunjin in your arms as you look over her shoulder and assess the situation. You brush off the things sticking to her skin, only leaving behind the red marks of all those objects digging into her. You lean Hyunjin against your chair to put her somewhere comfortable after what you just put her through, but with the way her limbs are tied behind her and the way you angle her to fuck her ass, it’s not really much better.

After depositing another load of cum, you then fuck her under the desk, then you fuck her while you sit on your chair, then you fuck her one last time one the desk the same way you did earlier, using her cries as a driving force to keep going.

As your stomach grumbles, you head back down to the kitchen. You heat up some leftovers and while waiting, you fuck Hyunjin against the countertop again. Much like earlier, you spend the next couple of hours rotating around the table while fucking Hyunjin’s ass in various positions. Only except this time before you take a bite, you keep your chopsticks in Hyunjin’s pussy, just to give your food an extra little “flavor.”

Finally finished with your meal, you take the chopsticks out of her pussy and give it one final lick before tossing it into the sink. You head back to your bedroom, exhausted from a full day of doing nothing but cumming inside Hyunjin’s butt. You gently carry Hyunjin onto the bed and place her down on it. This being your last load of the night, you take it a little slow, some might say a little more passionate, though ultimately it doesn’t differ from the umpteenth other times you came in her ass. After delivering the final load of the night, you go to sleep on top of Hyunjin, your cock snug and warm in her asshole.

You wake up, still rock hard inside of Hyunjin’s ass, this is it, the final stretch. You shake yourself awake then lift Hyunjin up, still being careful to not accidentally pull out of her. You hold her by her ass, letting gravity do its thing, bouncing her along your length as you walk towards the kitchen. You take a bowl from the cupboard and set it down on the floor.

You set Hyunjin on the edge of the table, she grunts as she feels it dig into her back, you would have picked somewhere more comfortable for her but you’re in the final stretch, you can’t stop now. You hold onto Hyunjin’s hips as you thrust upwards into her, you can feel the stored cum sloshing against your dick with every thrust and it excites you, making you pound Hyunjin’s ass even harder.

Finally you dump your final load in her ass and now you know it’s time for the final step. You kneel down on the ground and for the first time in a whole day, you take your dick out of Hyunjin’s ass. Your cum leaks out like a waterfall and you hold Hyunjin’s cheeks apart to let everything flow out, you shake her body for good measure to really get every last drop out of there.

You prop Hyunjin against the wall to make sure she’s upright then you slowly peel the duck tape off of her face so as not to hurt her. The first thing she does as her mouth is freed is to spit on your face, “Fuck you, asshole.” You wipe the saliva into your hand. “When I g—” You slap the spit back on her face, which seems to be enough to get rid of her snarky attitude. “That’s not nice” Is all you have to say about what she just did.

“Here’s your present, Hyunjin. Happy birthday!!!” You grab the bowl off the floor and present it to her, a collection of all the cum that you dumped that lingered inside of her ass for a whole day. “Drink your gift, Hyunjin.” You press the bowl close to her lips and the first thing that hits her is the smell, she retches as she turns her head as far away as possible from it. “No, it’s fucking disgusting.”

You grip her chin and hold her steady, forcing her mouth open as you hold the bowl to her lips. “You have a choice: either you drink it, or I’ll make you drink it.” Hyunjin just nods her head as she chooses to go with the easier option, you can’t say that it doesn’t surprise you, all the others fought for the hard way, it puts a smile on your face seeing someone listen to you for a change.

You slowly tilt the bowl and the content slowly drips into Hyunjin’s waiting mouth, she immediately gags as it hits her tongue but regardless she forces herself to drink the cum. With the bowl now empty, you set it aside as you give Hyunjin a pat on the head. “For being so polite, here’s an extra gift, just for you.” You stand up and point your cock at Hyunjin’s face. “Open wide!”

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icarus-does-fall · 1 month

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The actual cod fic I've been meaning to write 💪

Aka I wrote the first paragraph like... two weeks ago, then did other things and then wrote the rest of it in two hours ^_^

Anyway it's a poly fic, Ghost, Roach and Soap- it's also fluffy as hell an super sweet

Please enjoy <3

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤..𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Ghost, a cold man, un-emotional, harsh, hostile, a killer. Those that saw him walking the halls moved out of his way, people walked on eggshells around him.

Simon, a warm man, a man kept hidden from everyone except a select few. One who smiled, laughed, had a home and melted at his lovers’ touches. Simon who carried in all the groceries and demanded morning cuddles even if it made him and others late.

So how did a man as harsh as Ghost, find the people that broke past his walls, to make his two sides collide?

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

“MacTavish!” Price shouted, and it was in that moment Soap knew he fucked up.

Soap wasn’t stupid by any means, he was the 141s demolitions expert, a little bit of a maths genius and he knew multiple languages. Yet he was also a child at heart and he couldn’t resist the occasional prank.

“Capt'n! Is a pleasure, whit kin I do ye fur?”

Price scowled. “Ya bloody nearly blew half of the barracks, an’ now the other half is covered in glitter- What exactly were you trying to achieve there?”

“Jist a wee bit o’fun Cap’ naethin’ too serious… Ah might've gaen a bit o’erborard but naebody ‘round here seems to ken how to lighten up- ‘cept maybe Gaz an’ Roach. Place jist needed some colour is aw Cap.”

Price's scowl deepened before he simply shook his head and sighed. “You're on clean up duty till the barracks are back to normal- Ghost is supervising you and the rest of ya muppets to make sure nothing else breaks.”

“Shite- Ghost? Why can't… uh… literally anyone else keep an eye oan us? Swear that man hates our guts, he’d raither shoot us than listen tae us talk.”

At that Price let out a gruff laugh and clapped Soap on the shoulder before sending him on his way towards the rest of the so-called detention group. “That's the exact reason, Ghost will keep ya muppets in line cause I got other stuff to take care of instead of babysittin’.”

Soap merely sighed he knew there was no getting out of the punishment that Price had set up for him and the rest of the “troublemakers” on base. He marched his way towards the barracks, as he ran into Gaz, Nikolai and Alex all marching towards their doom as well.

“How’d ye lot pish off Price tae end up wae Ghost in detention?”

Nik simply rolled his eyes as Soap joined in with the little group walking towards the barracks for clean up. “It's all your fault that we’re in this mess MacTavish.”

Soap baulked, “My fault? Whit gies ye that idea?”

“Because we were helping cover your ass- And now John is pissed at me so I’ve been kicked out of bed-”

Gaz cut in before Nik could keep talking. “I'm here cause I was stupid enough to think we wouldn’t get found out, so not really on ya, its more of uh mutual screw up but still, we could’ve done better we’re stuck with fuckin Ghost of all people now… I know he's on our team ‘n all but he scares the shit out of me sometimes.”

Alex however just rolled his eyes and continued on walking, while he loved his team and the occasional chaos they all could get up to, he knew the punishment they were facing was all their faults in the same faction or another and there wasn't any true reason to argue (or blame) it all on Soap. No matter how much Nikolai wanted to simply cause Price kicked the poor guy out of bed.

Soap tsked and walked ahead of the group, slinging his arm around Gazs shoulders with a grin. “You lot worry tae much, surely a wee Ghosty can't be tae harsh.”

The rest of them exchanged glances and laughed at how optimistic Soap was, for an intelligent guy, sometimes he was kinda stupid. But of course that's what made him ever so loveable, by the lads and the ladies.

Not long after their short chat in the hall they made it to the barracks and there was Ghost, standing at the entrance clad in his uniform and mask. The group immediately sobered up and waited for Ghost to speak. He didn't. He merely grunted with a nod and made sure each of the four walked into the barracks. “Price put in charge. You lot are gonna clean, and there won't be any games- Get to it.”

The four grumbled up, picked up the brooms and dustpans that had been laid out and began to clean. Ghost leaned against a nearby wall and supervised the clean up. Soap would make an odd joke here or there causing Gaz or Alex to throw something in his direction leading Ghost to bark orders in their direction to knock it off- For the most part Nikolai kept his head down and did what he was told, merely grumbling about how it was unfair and was a rookies job, not for him.

And the four cleaned until well past dusk, other soldiers on the base working their way around them to make their way towards their beds, all casting pitiful glances in their directions as the rest of base headed off to bed. At one point even Price stopped by to collect Nik, leaving just three left to keep cleaning.

“Aye Ghost, keep them muppets on task till this place is spotless- but I am taking Nik back, beds getting lonely. Kicked ‘em out for nearly a week now.”

Ghost nodded at the order. If nothing else the man was loyal and followed orders like a well trained dog- Which Soap of course made a comment on.

“Like a dog aren't ye Ghost? Trained for on an’ aff the field are ye?”

Ghost scowled underneath his mask and in a low grumble, one that spent shivers down people's spines as he spoke. “You think you're any better ‘cause ya make noise? You're just as much of a bloody dog as I am MacTavish, so quit your yapping ‘for we muzzle ya.”

Soap flushed and chuckled nervously as he for once did as he was told and stopped talking. He went back to cleaning and Gaz and Alex exchanged semi-nervous glances, it was suddenly very tense and heated where they all stood.

At least it was until Gaz spoke up. “Sooo- If we muzzle Soap that mean he gets a leash too? Cause the pet store has these ones with bells on ‘em, got one for my cat cause I kept losing her in all the pillows back home.”

Alex laughed and shook his head, “Nah mate Soap looks more like the type of guy to wear the muzzle and still keep growling… Unless of course he’s secretly into that sort of that thing~”

Soap huffed and with his cheeks still a slight red threw his arms over the twos shoulders, turning his growl into a cheeky grin and playful wink. “Ye ken ye just have tae dae is ask if ye wanna find oot whit kinda beastie I am in bed~”

Gaz scowled playfully and lightly shoved Soap off of him with a laugh. “Yeah right, my girl would have my ass if I took you to bed Soap and we both know it- My ass and your dick would be hanging on her wall for trying to mess with her.”

Soap grinned and then poked Alex in the cheek. “Sooo whit’s that saying aboot ye then?”

Alex shook his head as he chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Yaknow for being so smart, you're a terrible flirt sometimes Soap, honestly I’ve heard my abuela do better than that and she's almost 95.”

Soap pouted and his eyes flickered towards Ghost before he laughed and shook his head, sure he was goofing off but he wasn't going to try and test his luck that much- Not while the mans already pissed off at them all anyway. He knew Ghost could have a laugh every once and a while but it was a hard achievement to get.

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

It was nearly 4 in the morning by the time the four- turned tree of them finished cleaning while under the supervision of Ghost who stood as still a stone the entire time. A couple times it was brought into question if he was still awake, or was blinking. In which he scared them with a response and coincidentally shut them up at the same time.

Once they were allowed to depart they were nearly sleep deprived for all the cleaning. Staying up 48, even 72 hours for a mission was no problem but to make them clean and they were whipped out after just a few hours of work.

Gaz and Alex went to bed almost immediately, but Soap in his sleepy and ever intelligent state decided to be a menace to Ghost just a bit longer. So as Ghost was turning to walk away Soap caught up with him and swung his arm over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Aye Ghosty! Ye never answered the question of seein’ me in bed ye ken.”

Ghost scowled slightly and shoved Soap off of him with a growl. “Because it was a stupid question. How can you be so smart and yet so bloody stupid all at once?”

Soap rolled his eyes as he kept pace with Ghost and huffed slightly. “Not stupid, just know how to have fun unlike some people around here- I might need a muzzle but I’m not kept on a leash like you are.”

Ghost stopped walking. Dead in the middle of the hallway he stopped walking and turned to Soap with a glare, it was a dangerous and deadly look. “On a leash? What, want me to prove I think for myself?”

Soaps grin came back in a flash and he laughed, “obviously.”

It was almost sunrise, but for now the base was quiet, it was just the two of them in the halls and so Ghost did something unexpected. He pinned Soap up against a nearby wall, one hand on his waist and the other tugging up his mask just slightly so it sat on the bridge of his nose before his lips crashed down onto Soaps leaving him in shock as a slight gasp and whine slipped past his lips.

The kiss only lasted for a moment, less than a second even before he pulled away and tugged his mask back down but not before Soap caught a glance of a grin playing on Ghost's lips. “How’s that for thinkin’ for myself eh Johnny?”

And then he began to walk away.

Soap was left agape and blushing redder than a firetruck when Ghost walked away from him. “Bloody hell- Naeb’dys luck that that just happened right? Fuck meh.”

Ghost grinned from underneath his mask, the crinkle by his eyes gave that away as he looked over his shoulder and back towards Soap for a moment. “Ask nicely and I might.” And with that Ghost turned the corner and disappeared from Soap's sight, leaving the Scotsman more flustered than he was to begin with.

So of course once Soap was able to calm down and gather his thoughts he rushed into the nearest room- He simply needed someone to tell all of this to and at this point he didn't care who it was.

It was Roaches room that he ended up barging into at dark thirty in the morning, not that Soap cared what time it was anymore either. He was wide awake now and there wasn’t any chance that he was going to go to bed any time soon either.

Soaps accept was thicker than it had ever been as he took a spot on Roches bed and shook him awake. “Roach- Roach mate- Mo ghràidh!! gie yirsel a shake, bloody hell! I need somebody tae gab wi here mate, ah might juist explode otherwise! Come oan, please.”

Groggily Roach woke up after Soap shook him awake. His voice raspy and hair all a mess from just having been woken up as well. The sight caused another blush to rise to Soap's face but he quickly pushed it aside. “Fuckin hell man, what is it? People are still trying to sleep, not getting caught up in your schemes.”

Soap pouted and rolled his eyes. “Nae, nae that, nae schemes either- The lieutenant, thon wee bawbag kissed meh!”

At that Roach was sitting up in bed and seemed a lot more interested in what Soap was saying. “Wait- wait… You're talking crazy Johnny, I can barely understand ya mate… You're saying Ghost kissed ya?”

“Aye!!”

Roach chuckled, and shook his head as the sleep began to leave his body. “Well I’ll be damned- Is he any good?”

Soap openly blushed at that, which Roach noticed. “Aww the mighty MacTavish is blushing~ You like him then huh?”

“Oh shut ii Roach! I’m being serious here, the man kissed me! I didn't know he could do that-”

“What kiss people? He might be a killin’ machine but he’s still human, he’s still a guy.”

“Bloody hell, Gary! That's not the ficken point, I'm in crisis over here and you're having a laugh about it.”

“Course I am, you freaked out like this when I kissed ya drunk on new years- You're a decent kisser Johnny, expect the guy to come round for another one.”

Soap once again flushed red and then playfully pushed Roach away with a light glare and a huff. “You're an arse sometimes Roach, hope ye ken that.”

“Course I know that, I gotta be if i wanna be friends with you.”

Soap raised a teasing and mischievous eyebrow as he spoke next. “With all we do an’ we’re only friends? Here I thought we had something more going on than that~”

This time it was Roaches turn to blush, “Oh shut up! We can be friends and still something more at the same time- Now go chase after that lieutenant for us ye hear me?~ Somebody has to make the guy loosen up a bit and who better and a loose cannon and his boyfriend.”

A loud chuckle burst out of Soap's chest as he stole a quick kiss from Roach before moving to walk out of the room. “Aye sounds like the perfect plan.”

Yet as Soap moved to leave Roach pulled him back into his bed and it was obvious the two weren't going anywhere for quite awhile.

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

While Soap was having his time with Roach, Ghost on the other hand was having a slight breakdown. He kissed someone- Furthermore he kissed a guy, and not just any guy, a guy with a known boyfriend. Man did he have problems.

Yes, it was also known around base that Soap and Roach weren't in a closed relationship and Ghost never thought he was that type of guy. But damn him and damn Soap, the lad was a good kisser.

With a sigh he collapsed onto his bed, throwing his mask off onto his bedside table and tried for at least a few minutes of shuteye before it was time to be back on duty and training the rookies. Until it was time to be Ghost again. That short exchange in the hall with Soap was the most relaxed he’d been in months since his last leave and he was almost aching for it again.

Before he knew it though the sun was rising and it was time to be awake, it felt like he barely got any sleep as he dragged himself out of bed and pulled his mask back on before heading into the mess hall. He found a spot tucked away into a corner by himself with just a simple cuppa coffee before Johnny bound into the mess hall with his usual grin, his neck covered in illy hidden hickies.

The sight caused an unusual heat to rise to Ghosts face which caused him to scowl and tuck away further into his corner, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to punch something or drag Soap down by his collar and make him go dumb around him like he'd done with a few of his one night stands.

With a low growl he sipped on his coffee and sighed, he was at war with himself and didn't want to do anything to fix it.- Well that's not entirely true, he wanted to fix it, he just wasn't entirely sure how to, or even if the how was possible.

Yey of course as the fates would have it, Soap noticed him tucked away in his corner of solitude. So Soap and his ever boyish attitude he made his way over to Ghost and took the seat across from him, grinning mischievously and propped his head onto his hands, his elbows resting on the table. “Hey there lover boy”

Ghost blue screened for a moment and nearly choked on his coffee mid sip causing Soap to burst out into laughter.. “I- what??”

“Naethin but a joke, just thought it’d be fun to see your reaction after that stunt ye played earlier.”

Ghost blinked. And then blinked again before trying to focus his attention back onto his coffee. “I was out of line for that- Shouldn't have done it, was just tryin’ to prove a point, more than a dog on a leash an’ all.”

Soap merely shrugged, unbothered by Ghost's dismissal. “Ye got naethin tae worry aboot, been tryin to egg ye on fur ages now an’ Roach dinnae mind any about it no aen, lad was all jokes aboot it when I was freaking out this mornin’, want to compare note an’ what nae.”

A slight blush rose to Ghost face no matter how hard he tried to fight it as he simply stared at Soap, words almost failing to form. “You- Roach wanted to do what? Wait… You talked about me kissin ya? Didn’t think it was that big of a deal, wasn’t even my best work.”

Soap chuckled and shook his head slightly, “Nae naethin like that- Well, kinda actually… ye terrifying and if ye didnt already know it everybody thinks ye attractive juist naebody has the balls to make a move on ye.”

Ghost sat there mouth agape, and his blush darkened to the point it was finally noticeable and before he could respond Soap spoke up once more. “Meh and Roach are havin a movie night tonight, naething serious, just a bit o’fun, time to relax an’ all- ye mair than welcome to join us”

Ghost paused and swirled his coffee around in his mug for a moment or so, the two simply sat in silence for a couple minutes as Ghost thought before he spoke up. “What movie did you two pick?”

Soap grinned, “The Princess Bride, it's a timeless classic that ye cannae go wrong with- Got a projector fur the room an’ everything.”

Ghost nodded, placing down a now empty mug and then nugging down his mask once again. “We’ll see about it.” And with that he stood and quickly vanished from view, being the ghost he was known to be.

Soap rolled his eyes at the dramatics but he was giddy at the thought of Ghost possibly, maybe, showing up for movie night. He knew there was a slim chance that something would actually happen between him, Ghost and Roach but there was always that one percent of possibility and that's what Soap decided to focus on. He loved Roach but damn was Ghost enthralling.

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

The hours passed and the day went by as usual, Ghost was outside working the recruits half to death, terrorising another generation of soldiers. Soap wasn’t being a menace for once, he was working with Price on the logistics of certain types of explosions and trying to explain the maths of how each of them worked. And Roach, Roach was tucked away somewhere doing who knows what but at least everyone was staying out of trouble.

As the sun began to set on the day Soap ended up back in Roaches bed, tucked into his side (so sue the man if he liked being the little spoon on occasion) and the movie played on the wall. About 30 minutes or 45, neither were sure there was a slight knock on the door.

“Doors open!”

There was a pause, it seemed like a moment of hesitation but then the door opened and there stood Ghost. Instead of being dressed in his usual tactical gear he was wearing a black hoodie and a matching pair of sweatpants. Even his mask was more casual, this one only covered about half his face, showing off his hair- which was a dirty blonde and messier than you'd think possible.

“I’m still invited, yeah? Not too late am I? Couldn’t decide if I should show up or not-”

“Aye! Of course Ghosty! Plenty of room in the bed, come on in.”

Roach laughed softly at his boyfriend's excitement yet shifted slightly to accommodate for another person joining in their not so large bed. Ghost ended up nestled in between the two, Soaps legs were draped over his and Roach was nestled into the crook of his arm. It was… warm, comfortable even and the movie held a nice ambiance to the background.

The movie played and the three laid there cuddled together, a few teases and jabs here and there were exchanged but overall everything was peaceful and Ghost felt context for the first time in a very long time. As the credits began to roll Roach was falling asleep on Ghost, and Ghost had found himself absentmindedly playing with Soaps hair- No one dared mention that in case he’d stop upon being called out for being soft.

“Simon”

The other two looked up at Ghost as he spoke, the rumble of his chest when he talked rosing Roach enough to light a confused spark in their eyes. “Huh?”

“My name- It’s Simon… Don't use it too much though- Or in front of the rest of the team, but my name's Simon.”

Soap grinned, and Roach simply nestled back into Ghost's side but that didn't mean he didn't kiss Ghost's cheek first. “Pleasure tae meet ye then Simon~”

#cod #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #fluff #gaz cod #roach cod #poly 141 #gaz call of duty #gary roach sanderson #ghoap #ghoaproach #price #price x nikolai

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angsty-twihardxx · 1 year

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YOU ARE THE REASON | T. MILLER

Summary: Tommy wants to leave Boston, wants to find somewhere better for the two of you. You think its too risky. Will you come to an agreement? Or maybe something tragic will happen. Maybe it wont *shrugs shoulders menacingly

Warnings: 18+ mature themes, eventual violence, blood, general horrible post apocalyptic themes. Sorry I suck at these.

Tommy Miller x reader

A/N: I’m in love with this man and literally had this idea pop into my brain like an hour ago (so obviously its not edited. sorry in advanced for my baby brain)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

“You seriously want to stay here? In Boston with FEDRA up our ass every second of the day?”

“I didn’t say that Tommy I-”

“I want something better for us, better than this!” His arms raise frenetically, emphasising the less-than-ideal living situation the two of you currently found yourself in. “And I know that. I would love to be back in our old house and not in this shithole, but we both know that’s not going to happen. Especially because I know what’s out there.” Your arm extended to the adjacent window, the glooming grey cement wall that kept the infected out. Or more accurately kept you inside.

This was a common argument the two of you had for the past few months. Tommy wanted to leave the QZ hearing about the fireflies and their endeavour to try and find a cure, to fix everything. You scoff at the thought, it was naive to think that after two decades this could all be fixed.

But Tommy believed it, he was like this before the infection took over everyone’s lives, he had always wanted something better for himself, his family– you. And you had always supported his ideas, but that’s all they were ideas

You were a nurse before the outbreak, working a late shift that very night. You still had nightmares of all the people that came into the ER begging for you to help them. But you couldn’t, even now with more of an understanding of the mutation. All the research and experimentation you did as a doctor for FEDRA, led you to the realisation that there was absolutely nothing you could do. But Tommy wouldn’t listen, couldn’t believe that there was nothing that could be done.

“Are you seriously willing to risk everything for some half promise of a cure that we know will never happen!”

His eyes widened as you spoke, it was never like you to get so angry let alone turn him down like that. Even in the worst of arguments you never lost your temper. And if he was being honest, he thought you sounded a whole lot like his older brother. Joel also thought the same as you when it came to his plan to join the fireflies, or when he heard about settlements and wanted to go to them.

It felt like you spent so much time trying to get him to just stay with you here in the Boston QZ as he would rather be anywhere than here with you. Like he was a kite that was slowly going higher into the sky that you couldn’t hold the string that kept him down with you here on earth.

It felt like you were losing him.

“Christ Y/N, I’m trying to do this for us!” This time he shouted, the vein in his neck protruding as he did so. His shoulder-length hair stuck to the thin layer of sweat that clung to his head. “Don't lie to me Tommy, if you want to leave so bad and go chase this fantasy then be my guest.” You sighed, finally saying what had been on your mind for a while now. You couldn’t join him, and you certainly couldn’t keep him here.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you kept them on the floor, not daring to bring them to look at him. “That really what you want?” His voice was deep, his Texan accent rolled heavy off the tongue. You didn’t need to look up at him to imagine the deep crease forming in between his brow, his usual soft chocolate eyes were nearly black as he seethed in front of you. His knuckles whitened as his fists formed tighter with every passing second. He just couldn’t believe that you could so easily throw over twenty years together away like that, why couldn’t you just understand?

You eventually look up and meet his gaze, he looked on the verge of tears himself. Without knowing how to answer you simply shrugged, was this something you wanted? “I don’t know what else to say to make you stay, you obviously want to leave so I’m giving you an out.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, you swore at your body for portraying you so easily.

“Oh sweetheart.” He cooed, his features softening as soon as he saw the tears fall onto your cheek. Pulling your hand away from your face he pulled you into his chest, enveloping your frame in his arms. It broke his heart thinking that after so long together you thought he wasn’t happy with you. He propped his chin on the top of your head as he slowly swayed you side to side, knowing the best way to comfort you.

“You are the reason I stay, the reason I try so damn hard to stay alive.” He whispered into your hair. “I just want something normal for us, somewhere safe where we can live and not just survive.”

This was your Tommy, soft, warm and gentle. Being in the war, and joining a group of smugglers were all the types of things to make a man rough around the edges. You knew so many men that had the same experiences that shut the world out, leaving no room for anything that wasn’t cold. But not Tommy, he was still as soft and sweet as the day you met him.

Not long after you graduated from college with your nursing degree, you landed a job working at a hospital in Austin. And it turned out that Tommy was a bit of a klutz because he turned out to be a pretty frequent patient for you.

Almost too frequent.

But little did he know, you were extremely quick to figure out his little game. Getting injured at work so you could patch him up while he flirted with you relentlessly.

“Back again Mr Miller? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were missing me?” You smirked at him as he walked in with Joel trailing in behind him. The face of an older brother that got dragged in because of Tommy’s antics. You rolled your eyes playfully at the older brother, feeling nothing but sympathy for him. “I dunno, I must be accident-prone these days.” He’d shrug at you like he was just as surprised as you. Joel grumbled something incoherent behind him as you got to work looking at this supposed ‘nail gun’ injury.

You would always play along with him, making your shift somewhat entertaining. Pretending to be worried, secretly delighting in the way he would flirt with so much confidence. But today you decided to playback, there was just something about the younger Miller. Something that just drew you in.

“Well I can't seem to see anything but maybe just to be safe we should give you a shot.” All colour and humour disappeared from his face then. You couldn’t help but smirk at that, very proud of yourself.

You leaned in close enough so that you could smell his aftershave, the smell of his cigarettes still lingered on his clothes. “Or how about if you want to spend time with me you could actually ask me on a date?”

To which he did, very quickly. Then just as quickly as you had joined his tiny little family, Joel and Sarah loved you. Joel would claim you kept him out of his hair, which would always be met back with a snide remark from Tommy. After four happy years together he had gotten down on one knee and asked you to marry him, “I can’t think of anyone else I would want to spend the rest of my life with.”

And he kept that promise, having him in your life was what made it somewhat tolerable in this post-apocalyptic world. You would be lying if you said you never thought about having a normal life with him, having a family and growing old together. That was what the two of you wanted for yourselves before the outbreak.

“What’dya say sweetheart? Find somewhere to grow old together?”

“I think I would like that.”

“You serious baby?” His hands moved quickly to cup your face as if this was a figment of his imagination. A wide smile grew on his face and all you could do was smile back. Maybe if it made him this happy, there was no way this could go badly. Large hands still cradling your face he pulled you in, your lips meeting his.

#tommy miller #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x y/n #tommy miller tlou #tommy miller fanfic #topi #gabriel luna

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spacequokka · 2 years

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Take It

Pairing: Yunho x She/Her (third pov, no use of y/n or names) f. Wooyoung Genre: Roommate AU, Friends to FWB, Smut Rating: R this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written good luck Summary: It wasn’t that Yunho hated having her as a roommate. On paper, she was great. She kept the apartment clean, regularly did laundry, and cooked often. He just wished he could get the mental picture of her curves, tattoos, and piercings out of his head. Word Count: 14.0k i’m so sorry 😭🥺 Warnings: roomie has tats and piercings, shameless flirts ahoy!, one quote from the Bible, two counts of solo masturbation, size kink, bratty reader, choking, rough sex, spanking, oral sex (f/m receiving), throat fucking, overstimulation, breath play, edging, do you have any idea how hard it was to make mr. sunshine angry, anal play (plug), body oil, tit fucking, voyeurism, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of riding her like a horse, squirting, creampie, honestly it’s a lot

Banner by the ever so talented @iibonniee. Written for my dear @pirateprincessblog. Tagging @sanjoongie as thanks for reading it and giving me great feedback. I recommend Naked and Desire for this one. Yeah.

It wasn’t that Yunho hated having her as a roommate. On paper, she was great. She kept the apartment clean, regularly did laundry, and cooked often. She set up everything for auto-billing, so he never had to worry about late fees. It was just…how could he put it? She was too much to handle as a person. The textbook embodiment of a free spirit. One raised to do whatever she wanted when she felt like it. Which included wearing as little clothing as possible when at home. Raised in a conservative home, it was certainly a culture shock when he first caught her dancing around the living room in just a t-shirt and panties, but he didn’t complain. Again, she was the perfect roommate financially, and he needed that stability.

He just wished he could get the mental picture of her curves, tattoos, and piercings out of his head.

Yunho’s alarm clock yanked him from sleep, in which he dreamed of a woman’s small hands roaming his body. Though he didn’t see her face, he knew who it might have been. The tribal locus mandala tattoos gave it away. Ever since he let his beautiful roommate give him a massage, her hands haunted his sleep, from which he woke with a hard-on. Today wasn’t any different.

After taking a few minutes to collect himself, he rose from the bed. It was early enough, and he hoped like hell she was still in bed. She was much worse when she was half-asleep.

He stuck his head out of his door and checked the hallway. Clear. Holding his breath, he listened for any movement in the apartment and let out a quiet sigh of relief when nothing but the creaks of the building met his ears. Great. He could get breakfast and coffee in peace then. He stepped out of his room, eyes set on the clear path to the kitchen.

“Morning, Yunnie.” His roommate muttered as she brushed past. On instinct, his eyes dropped to her body. As usual, she didn’t disappoint. Today’s apparel is a flimsy cotton crop top, no bra, and sleep shorts that barely contained her plump ass cheeks. Her belly piercing sparkled in the sliver of sunlight that made it into the hallway, and the ink of the tattoo that wound around her body from her hips to her shoulder seemed to glisten as he drank in her appearance.

Sin. The woman was sin incarnate.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he forced his gaze up to the ceiling and mentally cursed her for being so stealthy. He was never safe with her in the apartment. How could he ever let his guard down, if even for a second? Maybe he wouldn’t be so affected by her if he went out and got laid or something. Anything would be better than the constant urge to fuck her senseless and ruin his living arrangement.

‘No, nope. Don’t go there.’

Instead, he focused on the day’s tasks. He had a bunch of things to get done today, and the sooner he got out of that hellhole he called home, the faster he could get it over with. After pulling himself together again for the second time that morning, Yunho reluctantly followed her to the kitchen. As she filled the electric kettle with water, he pulled out bowls and spoons for cereal. They worked together silently; her making instant coffee and him filling the bowls before moving them to the small dining table near the window.

“So, busy day today?” She murmured after a sip of the steaming liquid.

Yunho nodded as he directed his gaze out the window. “Yep. Gotta finish some designs and send them off for approval. A few meetings and a call. I think I have to pick up a proposal.”

“Sounds tough.” She licked her lips and even though he wasn’t looking directly at her, he felt it. “I don’t see why you won’t move to a bigger company with more employees. I’ve seen your portfolio, Yun. You could get hired on the spot.”

He smirked, unwilling to admit he liked the way she praised his talent. “Yeah, but I don’t want to abandon my friends. We’ve worked hard to get this company off the ground.”

“That’s admirable. You’re a great person.” She nodded before going back to her coffee. It was moments like this that nearly broke Yunho’s resolve to stay away. When she wasn’t being a menace to his libido, his roommate could get really soft on him, so much so that he wanted to hold her, if for no other reason than for comfort. But, as always, the soft moment was cut short. The little minx yawned, stretching her hands up above her head. Yunho immediately zeroed in on the way her top rose, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. For the first time since she’d moved in, Yunho realized something.

Her nipples were pierced, too.

His brain blew a fuse. Belly, tongue, nipples… Just what else did she have pierced? She had to have a clit piercing. The imagery of it nearly sent him to the moon.

“You good, Yunnie?” She asked with a snap of her fingers in his face. He blinked and returned to Earth, instantly aware of the growing situation in his sweatpants. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. His hands itched to touch her and he couldn’t bring himself to stop staring at her in horror.

“Yeah, uh—I gotta go.” His voice was gruff, and he hated how she clearly affected him. He jumped up from the table but didn’t expect her to do the same, stepping in the way.

“You didn’t finish your food.” She pouted. “You’ll be hungry earlier and we know how you get when you’re hungry.”

Him hungry didn’t have shit on him being horny.

“I’ll be fine.” He nearly put his hands on her shoulders but caught himself. “I have snacks at my desk. Or I can bug Mingi to grab something from the food cart for me.”

“I don’t get to eat breakfast with you much anymore. You sure you can’t stay?” She batted her eyelashes at him, but he wasn’t about to fold. Instead, he stepped around her, intent on keeping her in front of him, just in case. But that was a mistake. She turned at just the right moment, reaching for heaven knew what on the table, and her ass pressed against him, all but filling his lap.

The cat was out of the bag.

Her head snapped to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. The expression melted into something much more dangerous, something he didn’t need to have confirmed. Need. Her lips parted, and he knew if he stayed a second longer, he’d make a mistake. Without another word, Yunho backed away and took off to his room. He snatched up clothes for work and ran into the bathroom. A cold shower was in order.

Friday was guys’ night. Usually, they’d go out and party, but after a demanding week in the office, most of them just wanted to chill and play video games. Which was fine with Yunho until they decided to hang out at his place. He didn’t mind having them over. It's just that the guys would shamelessly flirt with his roommate and she, also a massive flirt, would dish it right back. Wooyoung had asked on several occasions if it’d be okay to sleep with her. While Yunho knew he couldn’t stop them if they really chose to, he still felt it inappropriate for any of them to mess around with someone he lived with. If things went badly, it could compromise his home life.

Or at least that’s what he told himself.

They were camped out in the living room. He and Jongho were up against Mingi and Yeosang in Smash Brothers. The other four were engrossed in a game of poker while they waited for their turn. Everyone had their drink and food of choice as music with great bass played from across the room. Yunho’d been against letting San turn the stereo on, mostly because it was his roommate’s electronic of choice, but as they relaxed and fell into their gaming marathon, he could see why she favored it. The sound was better than the system he had in his car.

It was when he had the upper hand over Yeosang when disaster struck. He thought he heard the jingle of keys at the front door, but wasn’t sure with the music going. The front door opened and Yunho felt his soul leave his body. Oh, god no…

Wooyoung was the first to shout his roommate’s name, all too eager to abandon the table to sweep her up in a hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “Well, where the fuck have you been? It isn’t like you don’t know where I live.”

“Your roommate doesn’t let us come over anymore.” Yunho’s ears burned at his words. “He’s being selfish and keeping you all to himself.”

“Oh, really?” He hated that tone in her voice, just knowing things were only going to get worse before they got better. She was a brat, through and through. “The way he avoids me, I’d think I wasn’t welcome here. Maybe it’s you he’s keeping all to himself.”

Jongho looked at Yunho out of the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow, but Yunho ignored it. Giving her a reaction was the worst he could do.

Wooyoung hummed and pulled away, but kept his arm around her waist. “Can you blame him, though? You look hot as fuck right now.” Yunho didn’t have to look at her. He saw what she had on when she left earlier. The wine red dress was barely a scrap of fabric, held onto her body with strings. The slits up the sides were high enough for a good gust of wind to reveal she’d gone commando. Its neckline dipped so low he could nearly see the jewel on her navel as she explained where she was going and how long she’d be gone. It was only then he saw that it’d been a setup. She knew if he felt it was safe, he’d invite his friends over. He’d been played yet again. Anyone else would’ve ripped the dress off her and fucked her silly in front of everyone. But he was better than that.

“No, I guess not. And thanks.” She shrugged off her coat, finally stepping away to hang it up. “I’m gonna grab something to eat then get out of your hair.”

“What?” Seonghwa looked up from his hand. “Why?”

“Oh, no.” San protested as he too left the table to go to her, steering her right back to Wooyoung’s side. Ever the perfect wingman. “No, no no. Stay out here. We have food and drinks.”

“And games,” Wooyoung added, voice low and husky as he leaned in. “I know you like dancing.”

Yunho groaned inwardly, completely uncomfortable with their closeness. But it would be okay. All he had to do was quickly finish the match so they’d have to separate. Easy as that. Except that it wasn’t. With his attention divided between the game and picking up on Wooyoung’s increasingly raunchy conversation with her, his team lost the lead they had. Mingi and Yeosang caught up and forced the game to a tiebreaker.

“C’mon, Yunho. Get it together.” Jongho grunted after elbowing him sharply in the ribs. “Just ignore them.”

The control he had on his anger started to slip. He didn’t know what pissed him off more: the assumption he cared that much, or that Wooyoung didn’t back off if it was possible he did. Or maybe it was the impending loss of the game. How Seonghwa and Hongjoong had stopped their conversation to watch him closely as Wooyoung said something to make her laugh. Still, he refused to give in. Yunho poured his full focus into the game, completely tuning out everyone, even the music, as he concentrated on the fight. Jongho was defeated, but Yunho picked up the slack, quickly taking down Mingi and just barely knocking out the last of Yeosang’s health. Though Jongho cheered, Yunho pushed himself off the couch and made a beeline for the fridge.

“Your turn!” Mingi called out to no one in particular, but he had his eyes on Wooyoung and Yunho’s roomie. “Get your butt over here.”

Wooyoung’s gaze shifted between the TV, her, and back before his lips settled into a telling pout. “I don’t wanna play anymore. At least, not that.” His fingertips trailed over her shoulder and down her arm. Yunho opened his beer, cringing at how loud it seemed to be in that moment. Naturally, all eyes turned to him, but he simply sipped from the can, doing it as loudly as possible with a goofy expression. The group seemed to relax a little.

“It’s fine,” Hongjoong moved to the couch. “We can play one-on-one. Unless one of you wanna fill in for him?”

“I’m good to go again.” Mingi held up a hand, then chugged the rest of his beer. “Shoulda known he’d punk out.”

“Hey!” Wooyoung barked. “I have priorities.” San nodded in agreement.

“Right, right.” Yeosang waved him off before picking a new character. Yunho stayed where he was, sitting on the counter near the sink. It wasn’t like him to be anywhere but in the center of the room, keeping the party going and the mood positive. Yet, he just didn’t feel like partying anymore. He wanted to go to his room and watch YouTube or play League of Legends, anything to take his mind off the way Wooyoung’s hand caressed her skin in ways he couldn’t. Part of him was even jealous Wooyoung had the balls to do it right in front of him.

The night wore on with the game changing from Smash to something someone brought with them. Yunho turned his attention to his phone, doom scrolling through his social media apps before settling on YouTube shorts. Time fell away after that and he stopped paying attention to everyone in the room. It wasn’t until he heard a loud, short moan that he clued back in. Wooyoung had her pinned to the counter, face in her neck. From his position, Yunho couldn’t tell for sure what was going on, but it was more than he needed to see.

Wooyoung looked up but didn’t move away from her. He locked eyes with Yunho and winked.

Yunho’s control shattered.

“Alright,” Yunho called out as he jumped down, throwing his can into the trash with a loud clang as it hit the pile of other cans. “It’s getting late and I’m getting tired.”

The group groaned, but no one argued with him. It was a miracle they’d gotten to stay this long. Wooyoung pulled away from her and went to work with the others to clean up. By the time everything was picked up and the guys were gone, Yunho was a barely contained mess of energy. Once the door locked behind San, who stopped to wave at her one last time, Yunho went back to the kitchen where she was leaning against the counter, slowly peeling a banana.

“It’d be nice if you didn’t try to fuck my friends.”

“I’m not trying to fuck them, Yunnie.” She shrugged and eyed him as she took the banana in her mouth. He watched her as she bit off a sizable chunk. “If I were, you wouldn’t use a weak ass word like ‘try.’”

“Right. So then why give Wooyoung any encouragement when you know that’s all he wants from you?”

She laughed and finished the banana. After she’d chewed and swallowed, she pushed away from the counter and went to him. “You’re not that oblivious, are you? Tell me you’re just joking.” She came to a stop once she was toe to toe with him. “Because of you, Yunho. You’ve been avoiding me all week. If we have a problem, we need to talk about it. You blushing and running off whenever I come in the room won’t solve it.”

“There’s nothing wrong—”

“With popping a boner at the table while staring at your roomie’s tits? I agree.” She put her hands on her hips. “Why are you so awkward around me? We’ve been living together for almost a year now. I thought you’d have been used to me by now.”

How was he supposed to explain that she tested him in ways PornHub giving him a free premium account could never? Instead, he went back to his original point.

“If you’re gonna flirt with them, please don’t do it in my face. It makes me uncomfortable.” He gave her his best pout.

Something flickered in her eyes and she was pressing closer, pushing him against the sink before he could react. Her hands flattened on his chest as she stood on her toes, mouth angled up towards his. It’d be nothing to close the distance between them and kiss her, to take the things he’s fought so hard to stay away from. When he didn’t give her what she wanted, her eyes narrowed as a frown curved her beautiful lips.

“Fine. You wanna know why?” Her voice was low, soft and silky like the dress she had on. “I did it because I knew it’d get your attention. I have no attraction for him or anyone else, but I know you. You won’t say anything unless I really push your buttons.”

“And what do you want my attention for?”

Her answer was sliding her thigh between his and bringing their hips together. “You get three guesses, and the first two don’t count.”

It took a full minute for his mind to process the sensation of her body against his. Her spicy scent flooded his senses as her finger drew small circles on his chest. Small, just like her hands. The tattooed ones from his dreams. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as the heat between them increased, going from a mild burn to an all-out inferno.

Then she broke the spell she’d put on him by asking, “When will you stop pretending I’m not good enough to fuck?”

He mustered all of his willpower, put his hands on her hips, and pushed her away as gently as he could. He should’ve known. She was a fucking tease who knew his secrets. Knew he was becoming a slave to her sex despite never having a taste of her. She didn’t mean anything she said. She couldn’t have. Yunho was thoroughly convinced her actions were just part of a joke at his expense. Something she’d likely share a laugh with Wooyoung over after they fucked each other’s brains out.

Yunho balled up his fists and turned away from her. “Like I said, if you’re gonna mess around with them, don’t do it here.”

He didn’t bother to wait for her to acknowledge his request. Honestly, he didn’t want to spend another minute in the room with her. Not when he was seconds from stripping her naked and giving her what she wanted from Wooyoung. He knew he could do better.

Well, that didn’t go as planned. She leaned against the counter where he’d been minutes before and tried to see where it all went wrong. She had him where she wanted him, and unless she’d gone blind in the last hour, it was clear he wanted her.

Maybe what she thought was lust was something else for him. Everyone had their own way of showing attraction. Then she was second-guessing everything. If she was wrong about him, then she needed to apologize before it was too late to repair the damage. If she had to, she’d even confess her own attraction and explain as best she could.

Yeah, that was the right thing to do.

She dragged her feet as she shuffled down the hall to Yunho’s door. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she rehearsed her apology. With a deep breath, she lifted her hand to knock, pausing when she heard Yunho’s muffled sigh. It derailed her whole train of thought. The sound repeated, and she leaned closer to press her ear against the door.

He had his fan going as usual, but along with the sighs that made her press her thighs together, there was a faint squelch with a steady rhythm. Over and over. At first, she couldn’t place it until she heard the soft clink of his bracelets join the symphony.

Oh.

Well, then her apology would have to wait. As she started to pull away from the door, his dulcet voice whispered her name. Her mind went blank for a second as she pictured him spread out on his bed, pants hastily shoved down around his thighs as he cupped his balls with one hand and went to town beating his meat with the other.

All while thinking of her. The revelation was positively life-changing. She covered her mouth and tip-toed to her room. Apparently, she just needed a better tactic.

Yunho realized his dear friends had the collective memory of Twitter where they could recall some dumbass promise he’d made weeks ago to go clubbing with them, but somehow forgot the fiasco of the last time they hung out at his place. Here he was yet again looking at their pouty faces as they tried to bargain their way into his apartment to wait while he got ready to leave. Of course, he was currently in a shirt and some sweatpants—he had no intention of leaving unless it was under the threat of death.

“I don’t wanna,” Yunho whined as he pressed against the door, doing his best to keep Mingi from wiggling his foot into the crack he spoke through.

“But you promised!” Hongjoong cried as he tried to help push against the door. “You turned down my birthday party at the Cheesecake Factory.”

“I know I did, but we never agreed on when I’d make it up to you.” Yunho turned around and pressed his back to the door. At this rate, the chain link on the door would give out. That was something else he didn’t want to have to replace. “Guys, please. Not tonight.”

“Why?” Wooyoung asked, “Are you too busy entertaining her?”

Yunho nearly ripped the door off the hinges when he removed the chain. “You little shit, you can stand out in the fucking hall.”

“Gladly,” he said with a wickedly satisfied smile as the others slipped past him and into the apartment. Once again, Yunho fell for another game of manipulation. Ugh. He didn’t bother to be nice when shutting the door in Wooyoung’s face.

The guys collapsed in various places in the living room except for Hongjoong, who stood with his hands on his hips. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Yunho repeated, utterly lost.

Hongjoong flicked his hands towards the hallway. “Go get changed! You can’t go out looking like someone threw you away.”

Yunho groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Dude, please. Please don’t make me go. I just wanna stay at home and—”

“Jack off while thinking of your roommate?” San interrupted. “Who doesn’t?”

“You can stand out in the hall with your other brain cell.” Yunho pointed to the front door.

San didn’t object as he got to his feet and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “They hated Jesus because He told them the truth.”

Yunho went to retort, but Hongjoong grabbed his shoulders. “Ignore them. They’re being brattier than usual. I need you to go change so we can get going. I don’t want to miss happy hour.”

Seonghwa snorted and spoke without looking up from his phone. “Some pretty bartender is on duty tonight.”

“Do I need to be there for that?” Yunho gave them a look.

“Of course you do!” Jongho smiled, clearly finding unbridled joy at the whole situation. “You drink the most of all of us.”

“I don’t want to spend my Saturday with my face in the toilet.” Yunho crossed his arms. He needed a stronger argument than that if he really wanted to get out of it. But what could he say? “Guys—”

“You can’t hog the toilet like that, Yunnie. We only have one between the two of us.” Never in his life did he ever need the ground to swallow him whole. Like a stiff, poorly made android, Yunho turned to find his roommate trotting into the room wearing her slinky pajamas and a robe. “Hey, guys.”

“Hi!” They waved back, each with more enthusiasm than was necessary, in his opinion. Great, she had them all wrapped around her pinky.

“So, what’s on tonight’s agenda?” She asked as she pulled a cup from the cabinet and rooted around in the fridge for some juice.

“We’re trying to get Yunho to come out with us,” Yeosang answered bluntly, ignoring the daggers Yunho stared him down with. “He promised Joong and now he’s backing out.”

“I’m not! I just don’t want to go out tonight.” Yunho protested, but really no one was listening. The group jumped into the conversation, bombarding her with complaints and explanations she didn’t ask for. Worse was how she ate up their attention, casually sipping from her little yellow cup as Mingi listed all the reasons it was important for a person to keep their promises and what might happen to them should they refuse to do so. Really, though. Yunho didn’t see how not going to the club one time would lead him down a horrible path to crime and homelessness.

“Well,” she began once they’d gotten quiet, “in my opinion, it seems you’re just looking for numbers. The more people with you, the more likely you are to get noticed.” She bit her bottom lip and shrugged. “I’m not doing anything tonight. I can go with you, if you want.”

Hongjoong’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That’s actually better. You’re wild as hell.”

“Why, thank you.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes. “Gimme like fifteen minutes. Lucky for you, I already showered.”

This was a fucking train wreck. Yunho was speechless, if not brain dead, as he watched her skip to her room with the biggest grin ever. Her? Out with Wooyoung and his little sidekick dancing and drinking? There’d be nothing stopping them from veering off to fuck behind a dumpster, or worse, their apartment. For fuck’s sake.

He let his head drop as the inevitable reared its ugly head. “I’ll go.”

Mingi barked out a laugh. “Of course you will.”

Roughly thirty minutes later, they were all downstairs, staring at Seonghwa’s Pathfinder with a collective look of confusion. Right, so the thing could only seat eight adults and with Yunho’s roommate, they had nine. Yunho’s attempt to call the outing a bust got shut down before he could open his mouth.

“One of us will have to lap up then,” Hongjoong announced triumphantly, having come too far to give up now.

“It’d make sense to have her sit on someone’s lap, as she’s the lightest.” Yeosang tapped his chin.

“I’m fine with that,” she nodded as she tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Who’s willing to—”

Wooyoung was in her face before she could even ask the question. Yunho swore he liked Wooyoung, that he thought he was a decent guy when sex wasn’t involved, but at the moment, it didn’t seem like a bad idea to choke him out and leave him on the steps of the building. Yunho grabbed Wooyoung’s jacket collar and pulled him away from her. “You can sit with me. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who’d keep his damn hands to himself.”

“Wow,” Jongho frowned, “tell us how you really feel.”

“Then it’s settled!” Seonghwa cut in, guiding Wooyoung to the other side of the SUV. “Everyone get in. Parking’s gonna be a pain in the ass as it is.” To Yunho’s relief, no one argued with that. Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San took the third seat in the back. Mingi and Jongho took the second row with Yunho while Seonghwa drove and Hongjoong nabbed the front.

“Come on, then.” Yunho grumbled as everyone settled in and put on their seat belts. She took his hand, and he was surprised at how soft and dainty it felt as he guided her in and onto his lap. He hated she didn’t have a seat belt, swearing to himself that he’d hold on to her tightly no matter what. Once she was settled, he rested his hands on her hips. “I’ll need to hold you, okay? No funny stuff, I swear.”

He caught a glimpse of her eye roll in the window’s reflection right before the lights in the cabin dimmed and left them at the mercy of the glow of the dashboard. “I know,” she whispered.

Music drowned out the chatter amongst them as Seonghwa pulled off. The sudden acceleration made her slide back in his lap, bringing her bare back against his chest. His first instinct was to wrap his arms around her and brace for an impact that wouldn’t come. While he was proud of his reaction, she was up against him in a way that reminded him of their last failed breakfast. Before it’d only been a brush of her against him, now he also had the weight to add to his fantasies. He hated to admit he loved how she fit against him. Her curves fit against him like puzzle pieces, even when she squirmed and his dick came to rest between her ass cheeks.

Wait.

Yunho looked at the others. No one noticed the way he’d suddenly gone rigid as she continued to wiggle in his lap. He leaned forward and hissed against her ear, “Be still.”

“Your belt is digging into my back.” She hissed back, and he was beyond grateful that Hongjoong was too into his own story about how the bartender had flirted with him the last time he’d gone to the club to hear them. “Who the fuck wears belt buckles to clubs any-damn-way?”

“It may be a foreign concept to the people you fuck, but I like to dance and need my pants to stay on me.” He pinched her waist, then pulled her closer. “If you keep still, it won’t bother you. We should be there in no time.”

“Easy for you to say. Your spine isn’t being destroyed by some gaudy ass belt.”

“My belt is not gaudy. Maybe if you wore more clothes, you’d have more cushion to help you in situations like this.”

“You know what? You’re right. Damn me for not covering up from head to toe like a fucking nun just because you couldn’t spare a few hours out with your damn friends.” She turned to the window and his lips brushed against her cheek. “I could’ve stayed at home, got myself off, and went to sleep, but no.” Those last few words swirled around in Yunho’s brain like a hurricane, sweeping away all of his common sense as they drained down through his body to his dick. She noticed immediately and chuckled lowly. “At least I’m not the only one.”

The car hit a pothole, and the bump lifted her off his lap just enough for her return to make him groan. He wasn’t hurt, but as his dick got harder, he wished he was. The last thing he wanted to do was add fuel to the fire and make the tension between them worse, especially when it was clear that if the choice was to save face or expose them both, she’d gladly go down with the ship.

“Admit it, Yunnie.” She pressed down harder. “You think about this, don’t you?” He wanted to play dumb, to act like he didn’t know what she was on about, but she punctuated her question with a swirl of her hips that made him suck in air while bracing against the door with his other hand on her hip.

“Don’t do this.” He gritted out through his teeth. He glanced around and found the others still in their own world with the exception of Jongho, who was flicking through Instagram on his phone. “Please.”

“Then admit it.” She did it again, and he just knew he’d end up with blue balls by the end of the night. Regret. He was a ball of regret for not sticking to his guns and staying the fuck at home. With regret came annoyance, or perhaps anger. It wasn’t that she was being a brat. No, it was how he was letting her be one towards him. Anyone else? He wouldn’t care. But for some reason, it vexed him that she was always pushing his buttons, always looking for a reaction as if she knew the things he kept hidden from her.

Always wanting him to lose control.

He wrapped one arm around her middle and forced her to be still as his other hand left the car door and went to her throat. No pressure was needed. The sudden change in his demeanor was more than enough. When he was sure he had her attention, he whispered in her ear. “You want me to admit something? How about this? I love taming brats like you. I like making them fall apart just so I can put them back together how I want them. I don’t give in because I know you couldn’t handle half the things I want to do to you, kitten. Now, if you don’t mind, be still or else I’ll use this ‘gaudy’ belt to show you I’m not fucking playing.”

All the tension drained from her body as she melted against him. At first he wasn’t sure if it was another one of her tricks, but as the minutes ticked by and she didn’t start squirming again, he began to relax. With her still, he was able to drag his mind elsewhere to calm his body down before he had to get out of the car. Later, he could revisit this moment and try to understand what the hell had just happened. Was she toying with him, or was this genuine?

By the time he got out of the shower, it was nearly four in the morning. ‘Never again,’ he vowed to himself. If he had to fake his death to get out of going to the club with them, with her, then so be it. While having her there had allowed him to dodge the hangover bullet, it put him on mandatory babysitting duty. He’d forgotten the main reason he’d gone along in the first place: to keep Wooyoung and his insufferable hormones away from her. Couple that with her being a horny drunk after three drinks and it was a fucking mess.

When it was clear that Yunho wasn’t going to fuck off so Wooyoung could make his move, he’d had to deal with two brats, one trying to fuck her while the other tried to fuck him. He owed San his gently used soul for distracting Wooyoung with a group of girls, allowing him to get his roommate to down some water so she’d calm the fuck down before she came all over his thigh. Since Wooyoung and San disappeared with the girls, there’d been room on the ride back for him to sit without his lap buddy.

He wanted nothing more than to dive into his bed and call it a night, but he worried about her. She was stumbling a little when they got through the door and insisted she could make it to her room on her own. He knew she’d feel like shit whenever she woke up. Maybe he should give her some water and pain relief to take when she woke up?

He’d ask first, just in case.

Yunho approached her door and immediately picked up on the incessant buzzing coming from behind it. Thanks to the free PornHub Premium, he knew exactly what was going on and could damn near picture it. As always, her straightforward and shameless nature sliced through him with a breathless moan.

“Yunho.”

The sound struck him with a heat that flowed down his spine like water from a hot shower. He sucked in his breath and held it, afraid he’d been caught out as his mind raced to remember why he was at the door in the first place.

“Fuck me, Yunho. Just like that.”

His feet turned into cement bricks. She wasn’t exactly loud, but she had to know he was still awake, right? The bathroom was between their rooms so they could hear with the shower cut on and off. Was she doing this on purpose? Teasing him yet again? What was her end goal with this? Get him hard and then what? Fuck her? Or was she still drunk and lost in her own mind? Did she really want him or just dick in general?

Gah, it was so frustrating! Worse still was that her arousal and the way she moaned his name was effectively destroying his will to stay away. If she wasn’t wasted, he might’ve actually asked her if she really wanted him, might’ve actually said fuck it all and dicked her down, roommate or not. The tension was starting to get out of hand, more than he’d ever had to deal with in his life. If this was a test, it was beginning to look like he’d fail.

With that final thought, he pushed his pajama pants down enough to free his length. He swore to himself he wasn’t weak for doing this. As he spit into his hand and began to stroke himself, hissing through his teeth to keep himself from moaning with her, he promised he wouldn’t do it again after this one time. Just once. Just cum with her once. Her moans got louder and came more frequently. She was close. He focused his grip and strokes to the head of his dick as his free hand cupped his balls and squeezed. He closed his eyes and pictured her on her bed, eyes closed and beautiful legs spread wide as she fucked one of her dildos deep into her soaked cunt. Her pierced nipples bouncing with each thrust. Oh, but what if she held one while she fucked herself? He liked that image better. Her pinching and pulling on one nipple as she fucked herself stupid thinking of him, craving his dick. He bet she’d feel amazing wrapped around him. He could see her cunt taking him deep, with her clit pierced—

That did it. Yunho bit into his lip, nearly drawing blood as he jerked himself to completion, coating his hand without spilling anything on the floor. He wasn’t even sure if she came, but he couldn’t stick around to find out. A quick trip to the bathroom allowed him to wash up quickly, during which he hoped like hell she’d passed out for the night.

There’d be no living this down if she hadn’t.

It’d been one of those days, the kind that dragged on forever and everything that could go wrong did. Work was a phenomenal pain in the ass with the current project they were working on. The client was picky as hell but had money, so Hongjoong was determined to make it work. Of course, that meant everyone having to pull their weight and then some, leaving Yunho feeling more stressed out than usual. By the time he was finally allowed to go home for the day, his temper was on a hairline trigger.

All he wanted to do was go home, shower, and play games until he passed out. Eating was optional.

He parked in his designated spot, and no sooner than he’d opened his car door, an old lady was in his face with a scowl. “I assume you live in apartment 202?”

Yunho didn’t have it in him to put on a smile. “I parked in this spot, didn’t I?” He cringed at hearing how rude the words were and tried again. “Yes, I do.”

“Well,” the little old bat put her hands on her hips while her toy dog yipped by her ankles, “tell your girlfriend that it’s indecent to walk around naked with the windows open. You’re only on the second floor and people can see her from the dog park! I had to send my husband home so he wouldn’t be lured into looking at that hussy.”

Yunho’s jaw went slack. Was he really surprised? No, of course not. This was normal shit for her. But this was the first time someone’d complained to his face about it. “I, uh… I’ll talk to her about it.”

“Oh, you’d better. I’ve already talked to the office about her and they sent someone up. If she keeps this up, you’ll be evicted!” She spat and turned away without a second glance. It took a minute or two for the words to sink in before Yunho groaned and let his forehead rest on the steering wheel. The day really wouldn’t stop giving, would it? Against his wishes, Yunho stopped by the office where the landlord confirmed she spoke to his roommate and issued a warning. Despite her being in her own apartment, it was still indecent exposure. The next incident would involve the cops, which could result in eviction for everyone on the lease.

When Yunho was finally standing in front of their apartment door, he was barely holding it together. The stress and anger were choking him, but he was determined not to yell. He’d keep his cool and talk it out like adults. If she didn’t see how serious the situation was, then he’d look into getting a new roommate. Yeah, it’d suck to lose the financial security, but it was better than losing the roof over his damn head. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

Music greeted him before she did. She was vacuuming the living room as she danced along to a raunchy song. In one of his t-shirts. It was a tall white tee, loose enough to hide her figure but sheer enough for him to see the parts he could only imagine.

“Why do you have on my shirt?” It wasn’t what he intended to ask, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her body.

She jumped and pressed the off switch with her foot. “Sorry, what?”

He pointed at her. “Why are you wearing my shirt? And why the hell would you dance around naked with the windows open?”

She rolled her eyes. “Like I tried to explain to Meredith, I didn’t know people could see me from down there. I never look up here when I’m down there! And why the fuck would you look through someone else’s windows, anyway? He’s as much to blame as—”

Yunho shook his head and gestured with his hands for her to stop. “Nuh, uh. Nope. Zip it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care how you were raised, okay? We do not flash our fucking neighbors! Period. Non-negotiable.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “And the shirt?”

“All of my clothes are in the wash. I nabbed one of your shirts from the dryer when the office knocked on the door.” She gave a half-hearted shrug as she pulled on the hem of the shirt. “Forgot to take it off.”

It wasn’t that he minded her wearing his shirt. It wasn’t that she didn’t ask if she could. It was that she looked so fucking delectable in it. He couldn’t think straight when all he could picture was taking it off her. The words were out before he thought it through. “So, take it off.”

For a minute, time stood still. She eyed him with curiosity, head tilted to the side as she contemplated his words. He waited for her to get a move on, to go to the dryer and get something else to wear. Surely, not everything she owned was wet. Instead, a sly smile spread across her glossy lips.

“Make me.”

He blinked. “What?”

She put her hands on her hips, molding the shirt against the front of her body. “I said…make me.”

The sexual tension crackled in the air between them, hot and electric as he approached her. Their bodies were just barely touching when he looked down into her eyes. “I’m gonna give you one last chance. Go take off the shirt, or else.”

She merely licked her lips slowly before pressing her body against his. “Is your hearing getting bad, Yunnie? This shirt isn’t coming off unless you make me.”

And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“With pleasure.” Yunho grabbed her upper arm and pulled her behind him as he rounded the couch. She sputtered and babbled out curses, but nothing along the lines of no or stop. That’s all he wanted to hear from her. Surrender. Everything else would be ignored. He pushed her over the back of the couch, bending her over so that her ass was accessible. “I’d say I’m sorry for being heavy-handed, but I’m really not.”

The first swat startled her. She figured this was coming, but he wasn’t kidding about being heavy-handed. One hand could palm her entire asscheek, and the sting from it rippled up her spine and down her thigh. She had to take it seriously and brace herself on the cushions of the couch to keep from being knocked over it to the other side. He didn’t give her a second to breathe either, immediately following up with a slap to the other cheek. And so it began, her first spanking in over a year. He alternated each spank, listening to her muffled grunts and whimpers and adjusting the force when he deemed her to be too quiet.

The t-shirt did little to cushion the blow, and it seemed like it was his intention to remind her of that. With or without the shirt, he’d make her listen. With or without the shirt, she’d always drive him crazy, make him lose his mind. He didn’t even bother to count. It wasn’t about the numbers, anyway. Before long, her whimpers turned to sniffles, and she finally broke.

“Yunho, please!” He held off the second he heard his name slip from her lips. “I’ll—I’ll take off the shirt.”

He was quick to help her stand on her feet. Her face was impassive as she worked to dry her face. Anyone else would mistake her for being unaffected, but he noticed the little tells like the way her bottom lip barely quivered before she bit it or how her hands shook as she grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up and off—

Why he was still mesmerized upon seeing her naked, he’d never understand. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, drinking in every inch of skin he could see. She held out the shirt. “Do you want to see the back, too?”

Stunned. Speechless. Words one wouldn’t normally use to describe Yunho but somehow applied at that moment. He absently took the shirt, and she faced away from him, giving him an uninterrupted view of her tattoo. His eyes trailed down her body to her ass, tinted red with his handprints. She looked over her shoulder at him and reached back to spread her cheeks. Nestled deep in her ass was a jeweled butt plug. How in the fuck did he miss that?

His dick started to swell at the sight and there wasn’t shit he could do to stop it.

“You’re so anxious around me all the time, Yunnie.” She sniffled and spoke up a little louder, a little firmer. “Always holding back from what you really want. But you shouldn’t have to. Not with me. If you want it, want me, just take it.”

Yunho shuddered as he balled up his fists and shut his eyes. It’d be too easy to give in. Too easy to take what she offered. He could resist. Even now, he was strong enough to walk away. He open his eyes and found her still facing away from him, with her head tilted back as one hand moved between her legs.

“Please, fuck me, Yunho.”

He was on her in seconds, one hand trailing down her body to join the one already pressed to her clit as the other cupped a breast. “You’re not worried this will ruin everything? What if—”

She leaned back against him and pressed against his hands. “I don’t like to worry about things. There’s only so much I can control.” One of her hands curled around his neck and pulled him closer. “I know I’ve wanted you since I moved in, since I caught you coming out the bathroom in just a towel. You’re so fucking big all over, baby.” She pressed her ass against his erection and swirled her hips to the music. Without meaning to, he began to dance with her, following her rhythm.

“When’s the last time you got tested?” He asked when his hand grazed her belly ring.

“A couple weeks ago,” she answered breezily, holding his neck steady when he stiffened. “I was feeling really weak and was thinking of letting Wooyoung fuck me since it didn’t seem like you were interested.”

His hand shot up to her neck, and he forced her to look up at him. “What?”

“I-I never did! You would’ve known the second I did because Wooyoung can’t hold water.” She pouted but didn’t resist his hold on her throat. Instead, she kept dancing, kept brushing her ass all over his hard dick like her life depended on it. She closed her eyes and said, “I haven’t fucked anyone since I moved in. I never felt comfortable enough to bring anyone home and I don’t trust anyone enough to go back to their place.”

“Show me.” He demanded with a faint squeeze, then released her. “Show me the results.” She silently picked up her phone from the side table in the hall and flicked through her emails. When she found what she was looking for, she held out the phone for him. True to her word, the lab results came from the clinic down the street, signed off by the same doctor who treated him for strep throat the last time he was sick. He handed the phone back. “What about birth control?”

Her eyes widened as reality set in. He wanted to fuck her and fully intended to. Her voice cracked as she answered. “I’ve had an IUD for two years now. It lasts for five.”

He stalked towards her, eyes dark and lips pressed into a grim smile. She held her ground, refusing to step back when he got to her. One of his hands caught her chin and angled her face up towards his as the other came to rest on her hip. “So, this is how it’s gonna go.” His voice was deeper than before and made her press her thighs together in anticipation. “If I touch you, no one else will be allowed to as long as we’re fucking. I don’t share. Understood?” It wasn’t a complete lie. He hadn’t shared anyone since college with Mingi.

She was already weak in the knees as she nodded.

He shook his head. “You should know better, kitten. Try again.”

“I understand,” she whispered, mouth suddenly dry, though her pussy didn’t have that problem. “Crystal clear. No one can touch me but you.”

“We’re finally on the same page,” he matched her whisper as he leaned in, eyes fixed on her mouth, and she just knew he was going to kiss her. She held her breath, and it made her light-headed as she waited patiently for their lips to connect. Just when she felt the barest of sensation of his lips, he pulled away.

The disappointment on her lovely face was nothing short of satisfying. “I don’t reward brats. If you want a kiss, you’ll have to earn it. Act up even once and you’ll never get one from me. Deal?”

“Deal.” Her answer was immediate and the fire in her eyes promised it’d be something to go down in the history books. He was more than ready to test her limits.

“Knees.” He snapped his fingers, and she dropped down. He hoped she was grateful he chose to start on the carpet and not somewhere with hard tile like the kitchen. “So eager for this,” he murmured as he put a hand on her head, marveling at how he could get a good grip. “I had a trying day at work and have to come home to your usual bullshit. I shouldn’t give you anything. Should leave you right here.” She opened her mouth, and he promptly pushed his clothed erection against her face.

Yunho surrounded her. Every breath she could get carried his scent, a mix of the fabric softener they used in the wash and his skin. She adjusted her jaw and found the curve of his balls just under her bottom lip. The smug look on his face was gone in a second when she closed her mouth around them, soaking his pants with her spit as she hummed, driving up the heat he felt from her hot mouth. He cursed and pulled away with a frown that didn’t quite match the surprised lust in his eyes.

“Go ahead then.” His voice was gruff as his fingertips pressed into her skull. “Take it out. Wanna see how much you can take down your throat.”

Her hands shook as she unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to free his length. Just as she imagined, her roommate had been blessed with a monster. That dick print she caught when he was in a towel didn’t lie. Two hands wrapped around it weren’t enough to cover it fully and it was heavy. Her body practically vibrated in anticipation. She squeezed a few times, delighted with the way he sucked in a breath and held it as his dick pulsed in response. Placing one hand around the base, she gathered spit in her mouth and spread it on her hand from the base of her palm to her fingertips. She palmed the rest of his dick until she was satisfied with how her hand glided smoothly up and down the shaft.

“Look at that,” he hissed through his teeth, eyes fixed on her hands. “Your hands look so small on it. Is that why you use toys? Because those fingers couldn’t possibly fill you up and get you off the way you want?” Incensed by his teasing, she tightened her grip as she stroked up towards the tip. The little act of rebellion worked as his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a low moan that left her itching to fill her cunt with her fingers. “You think you’re funny?” He pushed his thumb into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. Once they made eye contact, he continued, “I thought I told you I tame brats, kitten.”

It was a threat that turned into a promise when he pushed away from her and went to his room. For a minute, she was sure he was really about to walk away from her until she heard a faint clink of metal. Her mind immediately went to handcuffs, but when he rounded the corner with the belt from hell, she had her moment of doubt.

“Wait, what is that for?” She started to rise from the floor, but he was quick to pounce, wrestling her over onto her stomach and pulling her arms behind her back. With the first loop of the leather around her forearms, she stopped flailing and went still so he could finish. As tough as she pretended to be, she couldn’t take another hit on her tender ass.

When he was happy with his work, he pulled her back onto her knees and toed off his shoes. He reached into his pocket and produced a small silver bell, and pushed it into her hand. Once she took it, he stroked his dick and put his hand back on her head. “Ring the bell when you need a break.”

When, not if.

He tapped the head against her lips. “Open up for me.” When she parted her lips, he eased into her mouth, careful not to give too much at once. He knew it was a lot to take and wanted the experience to be good for them both. Her mouth was warm and wet, just like he knew her pussy would be, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d cum too soon. Neither of them wanted that, so he went took his time pushing in until she gagged then pulling back. With just the tip in her mouth, he brushed his thumb over her cheek and pressed forward again, this time relishing the feel of the ball of metal on her tongue as it traced the vein alongside the underside of his cock.

On and on it went, back and forth, in and out. Slowly getting her accustomed to his size with increasingly deeper thrusts that began to reach her throat. The first time she was able to swallow around the head without choking, pride overwhelmed him as he pulled out and rewarded her with a soft kiss.

“You’re doing so well for me, kitten. So glad you’re mine now.” He brushed her nose with his own, then stood up and went back to it. The praise made her shiver as she fed on his pride, happy to please him. This time she was fired up, ready to show him she could do more, take more. She relaxed her throat and took more of him in each stroke, kept her mouth wet enough to make the slurps compete with the music still playing. The hand on her head moved to her other cheek, and he cradled her face as he fucked it, eyes closed as he bit down on his bottom lip.

He was determined not to moan, not just yet. It was too soon.

But she wanted to hear him. Needed that more than her next breath. She hallowed her cheeks and sucked hard as he pulled back, making his knees buckle and he nearly lost his balance. “Fuck!” He hissed as he steadied himself using her shoulders. When he was sure he wouldn’t fall over from the leftover tingles, he glared at her. “Don’t forget to use the bell.”

Yunho let loose, hips moving steadily as he started fucking his dick down her throat. The squelches of her sucking nearly matched his pants and groans of pleasure. The feeling was incredible, beyond his wildest dreams. His eyes closed for a second before he forced them open and looked down at her. Her eyes were open and focused on him. There was a little sparkle in her eyes that seemed to egg him on, daring him even now to let go for her. Tears lined her eyes as her throat constricted around the tip and the sight, along with the sound of her briefly gagging, was enough for him to cum.

She suckled softly as his dick pulsed with each shot. The feel of his heartbeat on her tongue was a wild turn on that left her clenching, wishing she had one of her fat, vibrating toys to fuck herself on. His cum was salty and just shy of being bitter, but that could be fixed with time, if he’d let her help him. She noted the way her legs began to ache from being on the floor and realized she needed to go back to training herself to endure the position for long periods. Hopefully, her roommate would be willing to make use of her.

It took a minute or two for Yunho to catch his breath as his soul returned to his body. It’d been a while since he’d gotten head that good from someone he’d wanted to fuck so badly. The suckling sensation on his rapidly softening and thus increasingly sensitive dick didn’t stop like it should’ve. He looked down at her and found one of those mischievous looks as she went back to work, this time moving her head on her own. Though the sensitivity was nearly unbearable, Yunho couldn’t bring himself to pull away. If she was so willing, so hungry for his cock, then who was he to take it away? Especially as the pain blurred the line of pleasure and his knees threatened to give out on him. She was the perfect little cock sleeve when she obeyed. Just the thought of missing out on pleasure this amazing for so long brought back his irritation as he dug his fingers into her hair and gently dragged his dick out of her mouth.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled as his arousal got a second wind. “Who knew your mouth was that amazing?” His legs trembled as he leaned over and removed the belt and pulled her to her feet. His large hands cradled her face as he pressed his lips to hers, tongue exploring every inch of her mouth in search of any remnants of himself. She fisted his shirt and pulled on it as she ate up his sweet kisses and gentle touches. “Wish you’d be this good to me all the time,” he continued. “You can be so frustrating and hard to handle.”

“I’ll,” she gasped into his mouth, “I can be good for you, Yunnie. I swear.”

“Mm. We’ll see.” He chuckled darkly as he kept a hold on her head and walked her to the couch. Her ass pressed against the back of the couch and he bent her backwards over it. She let out a little yelp as her shoulders met the seat cushions. With her ass and legs in the air, Yunho got on his knees and held her in place by wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding them open.

“Please don’t let me fall on my fucking head, Yunho.” She whispered with a tight grip on the cushion.

He looked down at her face, eyes wide with worry, and bit his lip to keep from laughing outright. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ve got you.” He tightened his hold to prove his point. For Yunho, it was the moment of truth. Months of wondering, often being so close to outright asking but ultimately deciding against it in case it was too personal. Her lower lips parted like a flower in bloom, revealing the truth.

She did, in fact, have a clit piercing. A cute little hoop that caught the light and twinkled like a star. He’d never been with a woman that had one before and was curious what it’d like to be to play with it. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, noting the tantalizing mix of perfume, lotion, and her dripping arousal.

The anticipation was unbearable. It felt like he was inspecting her. What would happen if he didn’t like the piercing? Or her smell? The shame of him getting up and turning her down would be—Her mind went blank the second his warm tongue parted her folds from the bottom and slowly dragged up to her clit. One of her hands left the cushion to grab his wrist as her body tensed up. He pulled back and smacked his lips, tasting her as if he were judging wine.

“Hm. Slightly sweet.” He went in for another sample, this time tracing his tongue around her entrance until she was panting and the grip on his wrist tightened. He watched her facial expressions change through the spectrum of emotions when he finally relented and pressed his tongue inside her. Her sweet voice called out his name as her body stiffened again and her thighs threatened to close around his head. She was beyond sensitive, especially around her little piercing. With an evil delight, he continued to taste and play with her body, guiding her to peaks he’d deny by pulling away when her cries turned to loud gasps and moans.

“Yunho, please!” She was a mess, and she knew it. How his jaw wasn’t tired from going on for so long was an unsolved mystery, but she was at the end of her rope. As much as she loved a man who ate pussy with such enthusiasm and attention, her position wasn’t ideal and the sensitivity bordered on torture. She slapped at his arm, nearly wishing she had the bell. “I-I can’t take it anymore.”

His eyes opened slowly, and he pulled away from her cunt, lips glossy with her essence. He’d never admit he—as she’d put it—got lost in the sauce, mind hazy as he simply enjoyed the rush of dopamine from having such a responsive partner who was vocal and freely gave him praise for every little thing he did. After a demanding day at work and the confrontation when he got home, it was admittedly nice to feel appreciated and wanted. Even from his bratty roommate.

A couple of blinks and he got to his feet, not bothering to wipe his mouth. “Tapping out again? As thirsty as you get, I thought you’d be able to last a little longer.” He took his time coming around the couch, merely pointing at her when she started to move from that position. “Thought you’d be able to take whatever I gave you, kitten.” Her pout was the best answer she had to give him. It wasn’t like he’d accept celibacy as an excuse if he heard her buzzing in her room every night for the past week. He stood over her, stroking his dick leisurely as he licked his lips. “I’ll give you what you want.”

A morbid sort of curiosity filled her as he reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt in one move. He followed that up with dropping his pants, finally joining her birthday suit party. He kneeled on the couch, focused on picking up where he left off as his semi-hard dick brushed her nose. She playfully palmed his thighs, even drumming on them with a little giggle before her eyes rolled back as she moaned. Yunho held her hips in place, using the back of the couch as a perch for his arms, effectively pinning her in place. Her body shook against him when he suckled on her clit. If he wasn’t careful, he could get addicted to her. He guided his dick to her lips, and she happily took him in her mouth, needing something to soothe her as he worked.

He groaned into her folds and fought to keep his hips still, aware of the weight and strain they were putting on her neck. With the arm wrapped around her hips, he brought his hand up to the untouched plug in her ass. With care, he toyed with it, gently tapping on it, pressing it in deeper and pulling it back, never fully removing it as her cries of pleasure got louder. He watched her entrance spasm whenever the plug was pushed in and it occurred to him that maybe she needed double penetration to cum. To test his theory, he plunged his middle and ring fingers inside her pussy and gently curled them, stroking her walls as he gave a hard suck to her clit.

His dick fell out of her mouth as she came screaming, twisting and twitching as she fought to pull away from his hands and mouth. With a triumphant grin, he allowed her a reprieve, carefully turning her body so she could rest on her back as she came down from her high. He didn’t leave her side, instead lightly tracing his fingers over her body from her breasts to her thighs and enjoying the way his touch triggered after shocks that she weakly tried to fight off. With her eyes closed, brow tensed as she gasped for air, he thought she was even more beautiful.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured as he got to his feet. She gave him a thumbs up but otherwise didn’t move. He grabbed a few water bottles from the fridge and a bag of grapes. When he got back, she was staring at the ceiling. “Are you okay?”

She looked at him and nodded with a mile wide grin. “You know it.”

“Good, good.” He opened a bottle and held out a hand to her. She took it and he pulled her up to a sitting position so she could take the bottle. “Drink and eat. Don’t want you passing out.”

“You mean from having me upside down for so long?” She giggled as she took a swig of the cold liquid. “Not that I’m complaining. That was a first for me.”

He drank from his own bottle with a lazy smile. “Hard to imagine. I get the impression you’ve done it all before. You like to explore.”

She nodded. “Yeah, but I’m not really trusting though. Something like that is only done with someone you’d trust your life with. Ya know, cause one wrong move and—” She made a slicing motion at her neck.

Yunho couldn’t school his face to hide his surprise and pride. “So, you trust me with your life?”

Her cheeks darkened at the realization, and she went back to her water. They sat in comfortable silence; him mulling over her words as she over thought them. Trust was an important thing to have in any sort of relationship, sexual or not. For Yunho, it was a major thing to earn, and he wanted to make sure he remained deserving of it. On the other hand, she worried she’d said too much. What if it put him off and he made this a one-time thing? Sure, he’d said pretty much the opposite in the beginning, but it was clear he didn’t want strings attached. She could do that if it helped him be comfortable enough to continue living together. Nerves got the better of her, and she needed to feel comfortable again.

“For what it’s worth,” he cut through her spiraling thoughts, “I trust you with my life, too.”

She scoffed and rolled over onto her side, facing him. “You’re just saying that. I just sucked your soul out through your dick and now you’re happy with me again. If that’s all it took, you should’ve let me do it sooner, you know?”

“No, I’m not.” He put down his water. “And if you weren’t such a pain in the ass, dancing around naked, then I wouldn’t have to be upset with you. And while we’re at it,” he pinned her with a glare, “in the future, close the curtains.”

She smacked her lips and sat up. “Oh sure. State the fucking obvious after the fact. I’ve already explained myself.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded, taking in her increasing bratty behavior and stood up. She watched him leave the room again, this time turning down the hall towards her room. She waited, listening intently as he shuffled stuff around before reappearing with a bottle of her favorite baby oil. “If you’re in the mood to mouth off, we can continue.”

She pressed her legs together as she processed his words. “Continue? But we both came and—”

He dropped the bottle on the couch next to her and moved his water bottle to the floor. “Who said I was done?”

She sat up straighter, eyes roaming all over his body. Could she go again? A faint squeeze of her core wasn’t painful, so yes. Okay, then. She watched him drag the coffee table away from the couch, leaving plenty of space on the rug under it. When he was satisfied with the new distance, he pulled her up from the couch and took her spot.

“Knees, kitten.” He pointed at the space between his feet. She flashed him a seductive smirk as she took the spot in front of him.

“You must really love getting head.” She rubbed her hands over his thighs, marveling at their thickness with a few squeezes. “I’m getting the impression I’ve found myself a pillow princess.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “Is that so?” He nodded and picked up the oil. The cap opened with a soft click barely heard over the ending of the song playing. He poured himself a handful and put the bottle down, then rubbed his hands together. His large hands engulfed each of her breasts, massaging it into her skin at his leisure. He paid attention to her nipples, captivated by the bar piercings. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined doing this.”

She squeezed his thighs as he toyed with her, pressing forward against his hands, which he took as a sign to add more pressure. “You-you just wanted to play with my tits? Ahh…That’s not surprising.” He let go of her breasts and guided her hands to his cock. “You do look at them a lot.”

“You also like to show them off.” He countered with a quiet hiss as she fisted his length and returned to oiling her breasts. When his palms slid over her skin with little resistance, he leaned back on the couch. “There. Now you can take over.” She looked at him, a little lost at first, then it dawned on her. Oh. Taking one breast in each hand, she sandwiched his dick between them as he added more oil over the tip. He groaned when she started moving them up and down, nearly suffocating his dick in a tight, squishy vice that once again made him wonder what it’d be like to be inside her.

Then Yunho’s phone rang.

He ignored it the first time, as he couldn’t think of anything important that could wait until later. The second time it rang, it broke his concentration and made him lose what could have been an amazing orgasm. He pointed at his pants on the floor and said, “Give me my phone, please.” She fished it out of the pockets and handed it to him right as it started to ring again. She caught a glimpse of the name flashing on the screen and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep a straight face.

Yunho answered it and put it on speaker. “What do you want?”

“Rude.” Wooyoung’s voice dripped with mock hurt. “Is that how you were raised? To answer the phone for your friend so coldly?”

Yunho’s fingers dug into the cushion as he thrusted up. “Shit,” he whispered, then frowned at his phone. “Call me back later. I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what? Jacking off to her again?” Wooyoung cackled. She watched Yunho’s cheeks and ears flush pink and suddenly he was unable to look at her.

“Bye, asshole.”

“No!” Wooyoung shouted. “Wait a minute! We’re going out and Joong wants to come pick you up.”

Yunho was quick to shut it down. “Nope. Not interested.” She smiled at him and teased the tip of his dick with her tongue. The sight alone was enough to make him moan softly and run the back of his hand along her cheek.

“What the fuck was that?” There was shuffling on Wooyoung’s end. “Holy shit, are you really getting off right now?”

“Goodbye, Woo—”

“Or did you finally man up and fuck her?” Silence fell over them as she froze and stared at the phone with Yunho. Sometimes Wooyoung was a little too smart for his own good. And of course, Wooyoung took the silence as a sign of affirmative and chuckled. “Can’t believe you beat me to it. Can you hear me, baby girl? Has he fucked you yet? I promise you I’m better.”

She didn’t dare speak with the way Yunho was staring at her, watching her with an expression she’d never seen before. When it was clear there’d be no response from her, Yunho put his hands over hers and pushed up into the slick space between her plush tits, gliding against her skin in a way that triggered a soft moan from her.

“Oh, fuck.” Wooyoung hissed and more shuffling followed. “Lemme hear that again. Make her do that again.”

Yunho moved his thumbs so they pressed into her nipples and thrusted again, this time brushing her chin and lips. She moaned again, eyes focused on his hoping he understood the sounds she made were solely because of him. He appreciated the reassurance as he rocked against her as his dick got harder and his balls started to tighten. If they kept at it, he could cum like this and he wouldn’t have minded.

“Shit,” Wooyoung’s voice was low and husky as he started to pant. “If he can’t fuck you right, you can come to me, baby. I bet he’s being selfish, isn’t he? Making you do all the work, leaving that fat pussy neglected. I’d gladly let you ride my face, my tongue, then stuff you full of cock just like I promised the other night.”

Yunho stiffened at the memory of Wooyoung pressed against her, crowding her in the kitchen as he whispered in her ear. He’d tried not to think about what could’ve been said but now he knew. And it pissed him off all over again.

Yunho picked up his phone. “You’ll never get to fuck her.” He hung up and tossed his phone aside. “Asshole.” He grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet as he stood up. “Stay away from him if he’s gonna keep hounding you for pussy.”

She shivered at the authority in his tone. “Y-yes, sir.”

He tilted his head at the title but didn’t fight it. He often let his subs choose their names for him. His hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, tongue exploring her mouth until she was squirming against him. He pulled back with a wet smack and took her hand in his as he led her back around the couch. Back to where it all started. With his hands on her hips, he turned her away from him and bent her over the back of the couch. “Are you wet enough to take me, kitten?” He pressed a finger between her folds, going from her entrance down to her clit. “Yeah, you are. Did hearing his voice get you like this?”

She felt him pumping his dick against her ass and quickly shook her head. “Fuck no. I’m always wet for you. Only you.” The last word broke off with a moan as the fat head of his dick replaced his finger, simply gliding over her pussy thanks to the oil that remained on it. She trembled each time it pressed against her swollen clit. He took note of her response and circled her clit a few times, briefly distracted with the way her piercing felt against him. “Please, Yunho, please. I need you.”

“Don’t worry,” he murmured positioning himself at her entrance then gathering her hair into a ponytail. “I’ll fuck you just right.” With his free hand on her waist to keep her steady, Yunho took his time sliding into her heat, eyes shut tight as he concentrated on not blowing his load or splitting her in half. She appreciated his restraint because while her toys saw consistent use, they weren’t as big as he was. With her plug in, the fit was tight but incredible, especially when he bottomed out and let out a loud groan. “Fucking hell.” He whispered her name over and over as the hand on her waist brushed up and down her spine as if to calm her when he was the one trying not to cum.

“Take your time,” she giggled in between pants of air, her pussy squeezing his dick with every pass of his hand down her back. “I’m in no rush.”

For the first time in days, Yunho let out a breathy laugh. She really was the perfect roommate. Once his heart rate calmed down and he could move his hips without feeling overstimulated, he was ready to put in work. He pulled back slowly and eased back in the same way, savoring the feel of her fluttering walls gripping his dick. “Fuck, this pussy’s amazing.” He didn’t intend for the words to slip out, but he couldn’t take them back. Her hips lifted at the praise, improving the angle for each thrust as the sound of skin on skin got louder. Once he had a steady rhythm built up and she was moaning his name like it’d save her life, he moved his hand from her waist to the front of her throat and kicked her legs apart. “Keep yourself up.”

She hadn’t even noticed she was starting to fall onto her forearms. When she was propped up on her arms again, he started railing her hard, repeatedly bottoming out as if his life depended on it. With the way he filled her, finding her spot wasn’t an issue for him. Yet he didn’t let that stop him from swirling his hips and creating a sensation so intense it made her toes curl as bolts of pleasure shot up her spine. Never in her life had she had someone ride her like this, fuck her so hard and so deep that she saw stars and could barely get her arms to keep her torso up for him. Now she knew what race horses felt like and was glad to have Yunho be her jockey.

He kept himself distracted with her moans, working to adjust his strokes so that she remained a moaning, mindless mess under him while he did his best to fuck her into oblivion. This is what she needed, he was sure. With the way she creamed his cock and moaned like a porn star, it was hard to believe she’d ever had better. Wooyoung was enthusiastic, but he could never fill her like this, make her cry with pleasure as pleasure built up in her smaller body and threatened to overflow for him. Her moans were music to his ears, something he’d never get tired of. So as long as she wanted it, he’d make sure his dick would always be her first and only option.

When her legs started to buckle and her arms refused to work, she knew she was done for. “Y-yunho, I’m gonna—” Her voice was weak, hoarse from the near constant use of the past hour or so. Yunho’s mind was faraway, concentrating so hard he didn’t realize she’d spoken until he felt warmth running down his thighs as her moans broke off into quiet whines as she began to shake. He looked down at their feet and saw liquid dripping freely from between her legs as she collapsed over the couch.

“Did you just—oh, fuck!” Yunho’s mind broke at the thought of her squirting—fucking squirting—for him as proof that he’d given her great dick. Concentration blow to hell, he thrust in deep and filled her with cum, hands on her hips as his own surged with each wave of his orgasm. The tension drained from his body as his balls emptied inside her. The euphoria that overtook him was intense, more than enough to leave him stumbling when he finally pulled out. He took a second to catch his breath, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the base of her spine as he caressed her ass, still tinted red with his hand prints. “Fucking amazing. You took that like a champ.”

She laughed as he helped her to her feet and pulled her against him. “You thought I couldn’t?”

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Never a doubt. Do you think we both could fit in the shower?”

She gave him a sly look. “I’m not sure, but I bet we could make it work.”

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“Hidden thoughts.”

Myc x reader

words:1400

google docs pages: 4

warnings: mention of drugs, stress, mentions of trauma idk Myc being horrible at trying to help :”D

opening: Late night at work, and you’re alone with Myc. He ends up reading your mind and finds a lot of things he never knew about.

Not Proof Read!!

AN// I have so many unfinished fanfics, like from the office- but I wanted to get this out and I'm thinking of writing something for Rand as well. Oh and hi, I’m back from the dead :”D

�� “Hidden thoughts.”

You sat on your chair in your office, with your laptop in front of you. There was quite a lot of unfinished work you had totally forgotten about, and the more you thought about it the more you kept telling yourself you had to get it done as soon as possible. So now you were still in your office, after hours working on some unfinished documents that should have been done most likely months ago. You had no idea how your colleagues managed to act so calm, when they seemed like they were doing even less work than you. Did they not care that someone would find out how much they slack off?

Myc had also decided to join you, because he had seen you enter your office earlier. So not only were you stuck with your over the deadline work, but also with a talking magic mushroom…thing? But to your surprise he wasn’t as annoying as you had prepared for him to be. Somehow he was acting a little different than he acted when the whole group was together. He seemed kinder in a weird and in all honesty creepy way. But you didn’t mind. Myc had maybe the easiest job from the group, so your judgemental brain didn’t blame him for slacking off so much and acting like he didn’t care.

You typed away on your laptop, trying to get all the work done so you could leave. You knew if you left now and told yourself you’d finish that at home it would never happen. You would know, because you had tested that multiple times in the past. That might have actually been the reason why all the work you were doing now was so late.

“You gonna be here all night? It’s quite late.” Myc said, his orb’s pink light bringing some color into the otherwise dark room. His comment brought you back from your thoughts. “What..? No! No, of course not. If I had a choice I would have left early…Jesus…” You mumbled a reply before you went back to speeding through your work. Myc’s orb lit up again. “Just leave it undone and come watch my machine. It got some upgrades.” He said, putting one of his tendrils on your shoulder to peak at what you were doing. You cringed at his comment, showing his tendril off your shoulder. “No thank you, I’d rather work my ass off with these documents than watch..that..” You replied, shaking your head after to get the image of him in the machine off your mind. “You seem so tense. Surely you want to get your work done well if you’re staying here so late?” Myc spoke again, now looking at you. You sighed, turking to look at him finally. “Yes, and as of right now the only thing not allowing me to finish these is you. No offense.” You mumbled the last part. “Let me ease your mind. No way you can work efficiently when you’re so tense?” The mushroom pleaded, hoping you’d give in. “No, you’re not reading my mind.” You huffed, turning back to your laptop to continue working. “Fuck you, I just want to help for once.” Myc replied to you, pulling your chair further away from the table with one of his tendrils. “Stop! I need to get these done or I wont get peace in my mind!” You exclaimed, trying to stop him by pressing your feet against the floor. “See, even your subconscious is screaming for help. Now, just chill out man.” Myc hummed, totally ignoring the way you were protesting. He pressed two of his tendrils on your head. The tips of them turned pink, as he began to go through your thoughts.

You tried to get away but whatever the fuck he was doing was working. You leaned back on the chair with half lidded eyes, staring at your laptop’s screen and the light it is illuminating into the dark room. You had no idea what Myc was doing, but it felt like hardcore drugs.

You sat there for a good moment, before your mind began to wonder on its own again. Could he hear your thoughts even now or was he looking at something else. Could he see your bad memories as well? Like all the traumatizing stuff from the past? If he could, you just had to not think about it, right? No…No this was just making you think about it all again…

You bit your teeth together, and fully opened your eyes. You leaned forward to get Myc’s tendrils off of your head. While staring at the floor, you didn’t hear anything from your mushroom buddy. You covered your eyes with your hands, and leaned against your knees. No way in hell he just saw all of that.

“What in the hell did you just bring up.” Myc’s voice said from behind your chair. The floor illuminated the colors of his cap as they changed from pink to purple. “Are you like mentally doing okay?” He kept talking and walked in front of you with two of his tendrils on his orb. “Wow, thank you.” You mumbled, still not breaking your staring contest with the floor of your office. Myc was quiet for once for a moment before he began talking again. “You know, I’m sorry I didn't mean to go that far. Your mind is a mess by the way.” The mushroom said as he let go of his orb. Because you didn’t reply he poked you with one of his tendrils. “You know I'm not good at this.” He then said, coming a little closer. You looked up at him with the front of your hair now messed up and the whites of your eyes now a little red from trying not to cry. “Yeah, fuck you.” You sniffed, and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. “Deserved, I guess. But you’re still stressed.” He replied, while one of his tendrils closed your laptop. “Mhm, because that helps.” Your gaze turned to him. A couple tears were trying to escape your eyes, but you were fighting for your life to not let that happen.

You stared at the mushroom in front of you for a moment before you spoke again. “Can you…do the mind reading again. You already know everything so…” You murmured, not daring to look at him. You knew if he could grin at you he would at the moment. “Now you’re getting it.” He replied and scooted close enough that he could place two of his tendrils at the sides of your head. You leaned to the back of your chair again. This time you closed your eyes. It didn’t take long for your mind to start to wonder again. Though this time it felt like something was blocking the thoughts of the work you were stressing over. Could he only read the memories you were thinking about? If so you should be fine if you just relaxed. “I don’t know…can I read memories as well?” Myc’s a little lower voice commented smugly. You or your thoughts didn’t reply, but your breathing had evened out. Myc looked at you, before letting his tendrils fall off. The pink color on them faded away. “Well you’re coming with me…” Myc hummed to himself before lifting you up with a couple of his tendrils.

“You know, I’m sorry for..what I did.” He mumbled to himself, knowing that you most likely couldn’t hear him. “And I’m already sorry for when you wake up tomorrow, because we’re going to my place.” The mushroom added, while making his way to the exit. He was just happy you weren’t overworking yourself anymore.

//I feel like this didn’t turn out too good but it’s almost 6am and i’m kinda tired so we’ll go with this :”D!!

#inside job #insidejob #myc #inside job myc #myc x reader #inside job x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #inside job fanfic #inside job fanfiction #myc inside

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basuralindo · 1 year

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Chapter 13 of You'll Have Me Rise!

There were A Lot of hiccups with this one, and the original planned chapter underwent mitosis, so this is kinda the first half of a two part thing. Buuuuut we do get a little change of scenery!

I'll be rambling about the chapter contents under the cut

-Jamil: stays up late even though he's always exhausted just so that he can have time to himself uninterrupted. / Kalim: "Oh no he has trouble sleeping! :( He must be so lonely stuck awake while nobody's around, I'll stay up and keep him company!" -Brain full of love and distractions.

-Again, Kalim tries so hard to show he cares, and Jamil tries so hard to prevent anyone from knowing what he wants. These two make me really emotional.

-I actually really wanna make cardamom scented hair oil when I get back from this trip. I've infused it with cinnamon before (and yes, my bf thought I was gonna cook with it, that's what inspired the scene), but I wanna try other scents too.

-Also, circling back to me deciding Jamil is a heavily masking autistic: I think he'd use dancing as a stim, and subtle rhythmic movements and sounds help him calm down. I imagine he steps in beat to songs stuck in his head when nobody's looking, and in the kitchen probably chops and stirs stuff to a tempo and does little dance steps when moving around. Personally, I always zone out when I'm mixing stuff because of the steady rhythm of clacking, and Jamil's more musically inclined than me, sooo what if he just makes music in little ways all the time? (Probably gonna go deeper into this in later chapters cause I really want a scene of him cooking with the tweels.)

-Soo I kinda redesigned the Lounge…. Where I grew up, lava rock was the primary stone at every beach and reef and everything. Like, if it's ocean, there's lava rock. Hence the black stone decor throughout Octavinelle in this story. It's only occurring to me now that this might not be universal, but it's too late now so uh. yeah. Ursula's lair was full of black rock too, let's all pretend Azul came from a region with a lot of volcanic stone.

-... Jade's about to start banging heads together like pots and pans if Jamil and Floyd don't sort their shit out. Or, y'know, maybe just hit on Jamil until somebody snaps. Either way, he's really out there working hard. It's just unclear what he's working hard to achieve.

-And yeah Azul's still not over the kombucha incident.

-Also, idk when Jamil is gonna realize the significance of Azul offering him free shit all the time, but the significance is definitely there

-Laughing at my own jokes again here, buuuut..: Azul, passably normal and very much in love: "These two are my partners, my lovers, my oldest friends. I can recognize them by their footsteps, their laughter, the beat of their hearts. They may look the same, but I would know them in the dark, utterly blind." / Jamil, faceblind, staring at Floyd's tits and Jade's ass: "I have no idea what you're talking about, they look nothing alike."

#twst fic #chapter babble #twst you'll have me rise you'll have me fall #chapter update #as always you're welcome to comment or message me if you have any thoughts on it #I love hearing everyone's opinions on the commentary

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seeminglyseph · 6 months

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Watched the Scott Pilgrim movie with my mom and talked to her about when it came out and joked that like. When it came out a lot of people compared me to Ramona, largely on the surface detail of my dying my hair colours (this was literally in like 2010 when it was slightly novel and I was an early 20 something who looked like a tiny bitch with big tits. On a surface level in nerd communities I did invite a comparison of not on purpose.) but on a personality level or character level I was more of a Wallace. And not just because I was token gay because this was also still like 2010 and not as many people were out about it. Because my teenage ass is too fucking annoying to lie about important stuff like “are you gay?” But will lie about “did you do your homework?” This is the kind of simpleton I have been. (Though honestly that one just got fucking complicated and like coming of age novels have been written on the subject to varying success.)

Also I popped an edible and am having pizza and I haven’t had much weed lately so this may have been a mistake but like fuck it. I have the Metric cover of I Will Remember You Stuck in my head, and I think I want to try and attempt to draw some semi-Scott Pilgrim style SD art, but with some stuff I like because I’m not making a comic or a TV show so I can make more details. Because noses and irises and mouths and hands can be fun. Which I understand sound like changing everything but it’s about shape language and lines and colour theory and shit. Also I’m Canadian and part of me wants to like come up with stupid Canadian Scott Pilgrim Inspired Identities for myself and the like. Half baked werewolf Urban Fantasy Serial Killer Mystery I’m working on putting together. Combining two passions is a good way to make the brainstorming more fun, right??? If I make them Scott Pilgrim chibis then maybe I’ll come up with more ideas for them and then that will snowball into a more coherent story. It’s not stupid if it works.

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nolagirl-forlife-blog · 5 months

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Who am I

I am a 56 year old, 18 year old girl in a 80 year old body. I have lived a childhood of many 70's Memories. My Coming of Youth days were in the 80's not withstanding lots of Aquanet and possibly a little cocaine. I was a bass player in 2 bands in the late 80's and early 90's . I put down the bass for a pair of Baby Booties in 1993. I raised a daughter without a partner. I drew Blood for 20 years. I hung up my fangs in 2012 to work with cats and dogs in the animal field. Did I mention I'm a type A personality? So Who am I???? I have no Idea… I'm hoping you can tell me.

When you get to you middle age, you have these realizations…. I will never have a child ( again), I will never have a 1st kiss again. I will never be in high school again. I will never hear my fathers or my brothers voice again. You are stuck somewhere between you childhood memories, your present day which seem stagnant, and the uncertainty of what the hell just happened, how did I get here…. and where am I going. In middle age you come to a realization that half your life is over and the next have will most likely be filled with physical pain, aging, grief and worldly changes that you cant really understand.

Who the Hell am I? I have no idea. I know who I was, but I cannot honestly say who I am. Everything that happens in your life molds you to this person that you become. But ,what if good things came your way and you still feel bitter? What if you had trauma or sadness in your past and you live on a repetitive roller coaster of positive thinking one day and negative thinking the next.

Here is what I do know. Life is short. That's not a cliche' its a mad FACT of life. If you have seen a person or pet pass away in front of your eyes, you see the soul leave the body that leaves a shell of the physical being behind. I don't want to live as just a shell of a being in this life. When my soul leaves, I want godamn rainbow glitter, sparkles and bright light to shower over everyone. And Maybe Rose'.

I may be a bit lost as to who I am today, but I do know this about myself and about you. We are all stronger than we realize. You know the saying " The Lord will only give you what you can handle?" Well I call Bullshit. God would never be as cruel as to expose children , animals, hell all of us ,the the horrific things that we see and experience in our lives. It not like he/she/they have a measuring cup and says ohhh this person can only handle 1/4 a cup of trauma not the 1/2 cup! We get through it because we are BAD ASS BITCHES. In this experience, cope, grieve, heal, repeat. I think the choices are you either feel it or put your head in the sand. I was always a feel the pain to get through it gal, but I will admit, lately, I my head has been in the sand more.

So in this Blog, You will see my weirdo-ness. I will listen to Mozart and a second later thrash around the kitchen while cooking to the Sex Pistol's. I'm a pastaholic, I love Pino cause its kenno. I like to make people laugh. I have many fears that I need to face. I am Goth, I am Emo, I am fat, I am diabetic, I am menopausal. But I am not dead,,,YET. I dislike a lot about myself, my life, this country, and this world. BUT…. I cant give up. I am hoping my blogs may strike a chord in someone. Because, we are all so very alike.

Til next time, Hang in there

Barbara

#70skid #80s #menopause #diabetes #mystagnantlife

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genshinboys · 3 years

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Thigh job with Genshin Boys - Xiao

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Fem reader x Xiao

When you enter your flat, a handsome but grumpy Yaksha is sitting cross-legged on your bed resting his chin in the palm of his small hand. He grimaces and shoots something that can be referred to as a death stare in your direction.

Here we go again. You think to yourself as you close the door behind you.

„You are late.” He basically growls at you fixing you with another menacing glare.

„It’s nice to see you too, Baby.” You approach the sulking adeptus and lean in to kiss his forehead but, alas, he backs away and frowns in turn.

„Oh, no kisses then?” A smile on your face but a sneer in your voice makes his blood boil.

It is like a match in a powder barrel.

„Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N!” He warns. „I know all of your cheap tricks.”

You let out an annoyed huff. Arms crossed on your chest.

„Why would you even ask when I saw you following me all the damn time, hmm?” You accuse your boyfriend, gazing right into Xiao's averting eyes.

„I wasn’t follow-,” and then he goes silent knowing fully well that lying isn’t an option with you.

„So?” You nag, hoping for any kind of response. „No need to be this jealous, Xiao.”

„Don’t get weird ideas in your head.” The boy deadpans. „I’m not jealous!” He defends himself but it doesn’t sound convincing enough even for his own ears. He blushes and turns his head away.

You let out a sigh and smile warmly at your boyfriend’s pettiness.

Does he even realise how cute he is? You briefly wonder and then you reach for his silky hair and ruffle it affectionately.

It’s been a taxing, full of ups and downs journey since you met the haunted by karmic debt Yaksha. At first, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You were just another bothersome individual and he could not care less about your existence. It was unnerving. He was snarky, seething with rage for no reason, hiding his feelings for so long that it seemed to you that they were going to explode inside of him one day leading to his utter despair and demise. You got to know about his past and the weight of his karmic debt from Zhongli. You took pity. Somehow you felt compelled to help the boy, regardless of his repulsive demeanour. The golden-eyed Yaksha was of a different opinion, though.

Xiao didn’t want you to get close to him. He couldn’t make any sense of your stubbornness. Why would you even want to have anything to do with him? Him?

A barbaric monster, eaten up alive by remorse and regret.

A blood-thirsty fiend whose sole purpose of breathing is to slaughter and spread fear wherever he shows his face.

These were the thoughts so deeply engraved in his unfortunate soul that he couldn’t allow anyone to come near him.

He perceived himself as a hollow, barren of any human emotions vessel. The only feelings he was familiar with were pain and the burden of his legacy that he is forced to carry up to this day.

Bizarrely, as time had passed he was taken aback by some unfamiliar sensation of tightness in his chest. It wasn’t painful. Nothing that would come close to the distress caused by the divine will. It wasn’t permanent, either. It only happened in your presence, as Yaksha would hesitantly observe. Sometimes it got even worse. It would be accompanied by this fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach.

„Why are you this close? Huh? Do you have a death wish?”

„Move, I don’t have time to sit around and be idle like you do.”

„You have no respect for the adepti. Stop fooling around.”

The more he pushed you away the more you were determined to lure him in. You couldn’t stop laughing when one day Zhongli informed you that the troubled Yaksha came to him to seek advice regarding this weird tightness in his chest and an upset stomach when you were around.

And so, you smile fondly at your boyfriend as he yanks your hand away not liking the way you tousle the emerald green strands.

„I’m sorry XIao. I didn’t mean to be late. Just wanted to buy some jewellery.” You point to your thigh to get the adeptus’ attention back where it should be, which is you, not the wall.

Xiao glances at your thigh doing his best to remain impassive and uninterested. Unfortunately, his eyes widen a little and his mouth is somehow stuck hanging open as if he were to say something but the words never come out.

„You saw me bargaining with the shopkeeper, nothing wrong about that, right?” You explain to the adeptus currently captivated by the glimmering golden chain adorning your thigh.

Xiao has a lot to learn when it comes to dealing with his own emotions. You are acutely aware of that. He doesn’t know how to react, how to show that he cares or process what he feels. He doesn’t also entirely understand the purpose of half of the things that you insist on doing to him. Playful bites, tickling, holding his hand in public. He doesn’t question these actions even though it’s all a novelty. He does know for sure that it makes him feel flustered and all hot inside.

Does he despise it? No.

Would he like for you to continue? The answer to that question is definitely affirmative but Xiao is not going to admit it out loud.

He also has no clue how to initiate all of these things. Is he supposed to bite you back as well? What if he hurts you? Everything is so overwhelming as he’s endured years of solitude and sadness. You have to patiently teach him everything from square one. Nevertheless, it’s incredibly rewarding and you find yourself falling for him a bit more with each clumsy kiss, a shy but warm hug and an awkward attempt at complimenting you.

However, despite being not well-versed in sexual encounters, Xiao does pleasantly surprise you by catching up with everything real quick.

So, as his eyes are fixated on the trinket, you once again run your hand through his lush and long hair.

„Why would you even buy it? Pointless.” The boy retorts grumpily this time showing no signs of objection to your tender gesture. He moves his head up a little, losing himself to the tingling sensation going down his scalp.

„So that you can stare at me like that with those needy eyes?” You answer truthfully, barring the real intent behind your actions.

He snorts and his face turns into that lovely shade of pink and then deep red within seconds.

He would absolutely turn his gaze away if not for the fact that you take his chin in your hand and thrust his face upwards forcing him to look you straight in the eyes.

„If you don’t like it you can take it off.”

„No need.”

You chuckle softly.

„Let me make amends for my delay.”

You take a step forward and place your knee on the verge of the bed. Xiao drinks in the view of your thigh-highs squeezing into the meat of your legs. The chain shimmering lightly right above the lacy material.

„You can touch it, Baby.” You encourage the nervous Yaksha.

Visibly tensed, he reaches for the exposed skin and lightly traces the chain with his unsure fingers. It almost tickles but you let him do as he pleases and soon Xiao attempts to fully envelop your thigh with his greedy hand. He does cover half of it at best, but he seems satisfied and proceeds to squeeze it. It feels soft to the touch and he shivers at how warm and inviting your legs are in contrast to his icy-cold and sweaty palms. Bewitched, Xiao aches for more and he selfishly pulls you in so that you are now kneeling in front of him on the bed.

He stops breathing when you swiftly unbutton your shorts and undress for him. You let his eyes roam over your half-naked body for some time enthralled by the way Xiao’s pupils dilate in awe.

You lean into him as Xiao pulls you towards him for a messy kiss. It isn’t gentle as usual but full of passion and urgency. He whines when you bite on his lower lip but then you gently stroke him with your tongue to ease the discomfort.

Slowly, very very slowly, your hands go down his torso only to finally stop at the bulge in Xiao’s loose pants. You tug at the waistband and Xiao lifts his ass a bit to help you strip him naked. His penis, hard and heavy, resting now on his lower belly. He hisses when you palm his hard erection and that simple touch sends jolts of electricity down his spine. It leaves him intoxicated once you start gliding with the heel of your palm up and down the underside of his member. You repeat the movement and Xiao’s body jerks in response.

„Don’t tease.” The adeptus pleads through gritted teeth.

„I’m so sorry, Baby. Gonna make you feel real good.”

Xiao can feel himself growing impossibly harder when you place your feet on either side of his hips. When he looks down he can see your wet folds and the pinkish colour of your tight hole. Lying on your back, you prop yourself on your elbows so that you can look at Xiao’s face in the process. You scoot a bit closer to the confused boy, your bum is right in front of his erected shaft. You take his cock in your hand and guide him in between your thighs. In the beginning, you try to be delicate. You gently rub the tip of his cock, circle his shaft with your fingers and with a fisted hand spread his pre-cum all the way down to his pubic hair so that he is thoroughly lubricated. You wouldn’t like to hurt the boy during the whole ordeal.

His breath is shallow. Excitedly, you clasp your thighs together and start playing with his dick. You rotate your hips and massage his cock. It slides in and out and Xiao growls feeling ecstatic. You exchange between rubbing him with your thighs or gliding your hand along his cock, starting at the very top and working your way down to the bottom until Xiao can’t stifle his cries anymore. A few more strokes and he is definitely going to beg.

Xiao is on fire. It feels too good to be true and he wants this moment to last forever. He licks his dry lips and moans wantonly thrusting his hips forward. He meets you mid-way and the friction it creates every time he pushes his dick in between your legs leaves him gasping.

„You’re making me cum, Y/N.” He cries out for the last time before it is too late to warn you.

„Then cum for me, Baby.”

Obediently, Xiao shoots his thick and heavy load all over your lower body. For a moment the world around him seems out of focus and it makes him dizzy. He pants heavily and can’t catch his breath. He feels as if he was drowning. But then, your loving arms envelop him and he is safe again. You gently stroke his chest hugging him from behind. He melts in your embrace letting his head rest on your shoulder. His erratic heartbeat slowly going back to its usual rhythm.

„I think it looks pretty on you.”

„Hmm?” You want the boy to clarify what he meant.

„The chain... Looks pretty.”

„Oh.”

Shakily, he reaches out to put your hand into his and he squeezes them together.

„I’ll never let you lose yourself again, XIao. I love you and I will protect you forever.”

Xiao recognizes the familiar feeling of tightness in his chest. A single tear rolls down his cheek but he hurriedly wipes it before you can notice.

„Shut up.” The boy responds angrily and kisses you breathless.

Other boys:

Albedo

Diluc

Kaeya

Childe

Zhongli

Kazuha

#xiao #xiao smut #xiao headcanons #xiao scenarios #xiao reader #xiao x reader #xiao you #xiao x you #xiao imagines #xiao drabbles #xiao genshin impact #genshin scenarios #genshin smut #genshin headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines

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the-devils-girl94 · 3 years

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Distracting Thoughts

Prompt: Stranded On A Boat

Characters: Beelzebub x Fem!MC

Content Warnings: Masturbation, MC has thalassophobia(a fear of the ocean and other large bodies of water), MC fantasizing about Beel, lots of smutty good times with Beel

(I like how there is a word for how I feel about large bodies of water. Did not expect it to be this long ass word though.)

Another fic for @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut challenge! Enjoy!

“How on Earth did I end up in this mess?”

A heavy sigh left your lips and you buried your face into your hands.

Right now, you were stuck in the middle of the sea on a boat that Lord Diavolo had outright purchased. Not everything was going so bad, but you wouldn’t be feeling so slighted if everything was going good either.

Oh no, no. It was simply terrible.

For one thing, while you weren’t in immediate danger, being stuck in the middle of the freaking ocean was downright terrifying! All you could think of was scary scenarios of you drowning in this never-ending sea. Like the boat could sink and you could drown, you could fall over the edge and drown, or you could fall over the edge and a nearby shark could see you as a tasty snack and that could be your end. Your mind just kept coming up with the most exaggerated and impossible one-in-a-million chance scenarios that really did no good for you.

You hated being anywhere near large bodies of water, but there was one thing that kept some of the thoughts at bay. And that was you weren’t entirely alone.

You sat on the back deck of the boat Diavolo had purchased, far away from either edge that you didn’t want to be near, and before you was the ever-so lively Demon Brothers of the House of Lamentation. In short, your lively roommates who just make everything so much better...sometimes. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos was there as well but they mostly kept to themselves with Diavolo mostly sunbathing.

Your mind felt more at ease with the guys around since you knew if any of the scenarios did happen, they would not hesitate to immediately step in to save you. Though you still hope it would never have to come to that in the first place. You felt most safe around Beelzebub, the sixth born.

Your eyes caught him in the pool that was several feet away from you. He was joined by his twin and locked in a fierce game with the second and third born. Well, you say fierce but its clear that Beelzebub is the victor. Mammon and Leviathan were no match against Beel’s pure strength. And had Belphegor been with anyone else besides his twin, he definitely would not have stood a chance against a team up of his older brothers.

You weren’t too interested in their game play, however. Your eyes were trained on Beel. Even before this boat fiasco, your eyes have never strayed far away from the gluttonous demon. For a long time, you didn’t know if it was a crush or if you’re just naturally drawn to his sweet nature.

“Or maybe that chiseled body of his.”

The tips of your ears grew hot as the thought crept in, replacing your previous anxiety-ridden thoughts. Your mind soon became riddled with images of Beelzebub’s torso. Mostly of his glorious pecs and washboard abs because this demon was built like a freaking Greek God. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made him, but him being a demon made his appeal so much greater! It was, in every sense of the word, sinful.

You were brought back to reality when you heard a large splash and some yelling. You looked up in time to see Levi and Mammon getting flung out of the pool by Beel, all while Belphie napped out on a floating donut. The whole thing brought you to tears as you laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. Mammon had caught you laughing and scolded you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny!,” he yelled, but you continued to chuckle. You felt a little bad, but it was so unexpected as Beel had grabbed them by their feet and literally threw them out.

“(Y/N) witnessed our defeat...how uber lame,” muttered Leviathan as he rubbed his now aching back.

Wiping away your tears, you let out an amused sigh and went off on your own to explore the boat. You were unaware of Beel calling after you as you walked away.

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You thought it would be a good idea to explore the boat since Lord Diavolo had bought it and anything he buys is always luxurious. And it was but...

As you wandered the halls, you suddenly understood what sailors meant by sea legs. Although the boat was mostly steady, there would be an occasional gentle rocking of the boat. And had it been anyone else, it would have been fine but no! It completely unsettled you and your thoughts once again became filled with disturbing scenarios of that all ended in you meeting your end in some extreme way or another.

“Oh why did I think it was okay to go off on my own?,” you thought.

Feeling sick to your stomach, you thought it best to just retire to your room and calm your incessant thoughts. You flopped onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow. You hope this day would end so you could finally get off this nightmare. You tried to refocus your mind on something else, because even with you running through every possibility of drowning in every way possible, you were aware that you were in safe hands. None of the brothers would ever let you meet such an end in this never-ending sea full of wonders and mysteries.

You thought back to earlier and found yourself thinking of Beel once more.

The images from earlier made you kick your legs as your face became hot and flushed. You groaned into your pillow with frustration.

“Fuuuuckkkk!,” you screamed internally, feeling slightly ashamed for thinking about Beelzebub in such a manner. But thinking of him did make the other thoughts fade away to the background. Plus you may have a crush on him, so..was it totally wrong to fantasize about him showing up to your room, body dripping with water and looking at you with lust filled eyes?

....Okay, hold up, that actually is kinda hot.

It was the most prevalent image in your head. It made you wonder if you would have the chance to actually have Beel in your room and let him take you. Or maybe have the courage to be that daring?

You felt a tingling sensation between your legs and rolled on your back, blushing. You dwelled on the thought a little more to the point that it became a fantasy. And you imagined Beelzebub crawling towards you on your bed until his face was a couple inches away from yours. His rough hands were on your thighs, lifting them up so your clothed sex could feel the hardness of his bulge clothed from the thin material of his swim shorts.

The heat within your core began to grow and before you knew it, you were already trying to calm the growing heat with your hand. You were craving for the imaginary touch that only existed in your mind. Rubbing against your clit, the fantasy progressed into Beel removing your clothes and pushing his shorts down to free his hardened member. You imagined him stroking his cock against your sensitive slit that was getting wetter and wetter in reality.

Your breathing became heavy and you brought up a free hand to go under your shirt and bra to twist at your nipples. The fantasy continued as you imagined Beel dipping his fingers inside of you, stretching out your pussy to prepare you for him.

Moans started to escape from your lips as your hands worked on your body to bring you the stimulation and release you desperately searched for. You weren’t aware of it but you were also moaning Beel’s name. Apparently you were being a bit loud, because you failed to hear the knocking at your door and the sound of it opening until...

“(Y/N).”

You snapped out of your fantasy-filled haze when you heard your name. Suffice to say, you were extremely embarrassed to find a blushing Beelzebub in your room, half-eaten snacks in his hands. You quickly covered yourself up with a shout, but it was much too late. You were sure that he had saw everything. He probably even heard you too.

“Waah! I’m so fucking embarrassed! Oh my God,” you cringed, trying so hard to fold in on yourself so you could disappear.

“Ah, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in like that,” he apologized profusely. He saw your covers move a bit but no sign of you poking your head out. You whined as you stammered out, “It’s fine! I should have locked my door. I didn’t mean for you to see me...like that...so.”

Ahhh, if anything was more worse than drowning in an ocean where your body likely won’t be found, it was definitely having your crush walk in on you masturbating to him. Ok, maybe not that much worse but still! Tears began to well up in your eyes and you fully expected for Beelzebub to walk out as this situation must have been a bit awkward. But instead you felt your bed dip in a bit as another weight was added. A hand was placed on your back and started rubbing in circles. Your lip trembled as your tears fell, because WHY WAS HE SO FREAKING SWEET!?

Yeah, you were definitely crushing on him. This is why he was the only one on the crush list.

Beelzebub could feel you trembling and his face was still red from walking in on you. Though if he had to admit it, seeing you like that really turned him on. And to hear you moan his name so wantonly was like music to his ears. But he still felt bad because it was your private time that he interrupted. All because he wanted to hang out with you since he wanted to do so earlier, but you didn’t hear him calling after you.

But now there was a massive elephant in the room and neither of you knew how to bring it up without it becoming more awkward. Or your in case more embarrassed.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Beel?”

“I’m still sorry for earlier. I wanted to hangout, but do...do you want me help you a bit?”

You shot up like a rocket and turned wide-eyed to face a startled Beelzebub, who was feeling a bit pervy for asking you that question. But to you, he didn’t need to feel like that because this was the moment you were thinking of earlier! You started to laugh at the irony, causing Beel to become confused which you noticed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you, Beel!,” you chuckled out. “It was just that earlier I was thinking of what would I do if I had you in my room all to myself.”

At that, the gentle giant smiled at you, understanding why you were laughing. He crawled towards you, his face a few inches from yours. You were smiling but your face grew warm.

“So is it a ‘yes’?,” he asked, though his lips were drawing in close to yours.

“Y-yes-mmph,” his lips had closed in on yours and you felt his hands come up to your shoulders. Sliding off the covers from your body, Beel gently laid you back on the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as he coaxed your mouth open with a bit of prodding from his tongue. You could taste the sweetness of the snacks he had earlier as your tongues became entangled. You gasped when he pulled away.

Beelzebub set his focus on leaving kisses on your neck, starting a trail. He got to your breasts and cupped them in his hands, firmly squeezing them. A squeal escaped from your lips when you felt his wet tongue teasing your nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, pulling before letting it go with a pop.

"Ahhaaa, Beel! Please," you pleaded as he devoured your chest. You couldn't take it with him pulling, twisting, and sucking on your sensitive nubs. Your hands had moved to his forearms and you held a firm grip on them as Beel sucked away.

With a final tug, he left your poor nipples alone, going back to his task of leaving butterfly kisses on your body. Your body trembled with ecstasy but soon jolted from a shock when you felt a wet appendage lapping at your swollen clit.

Once Beel had finished leaving you kisses, he came across your pussy, still wet and glistening from when you were masturbating to him. His eyes darkened as his mind drifted back to that scene of you pleasuring yourself, seeing your delectable juices dripping your core.

He just knew that he had to taste you. To devour such a pretty, pink platter that was meant for him to sample. As soon as his tongue made contact with your clit, he felt you jump but he continued to lap at it, enjoying the taste and fragrance you gave off. You squirmed and your pants started to fill the room. Your toes curled and your feet had a hard time not slipping off your sheets as you encouraged Beel to keep going.

His tongue parted your puffy, pussy lips and he noticed your legs trembling. So he hooked his hands underneath your knees, spreading them further to her better access. He let your legs rest on his shoulders, all the while keeping his mouth on you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted over and over as your back arched, wanting to rub your sex over his tongue. You could feel yourself coming undone and on the verge of cumming. Beel's member twitched against the thin fabric of his swim shorts as he could tell your release was imminent, but...

Reluctantly, he pulled away from your pussy. He really wanted you to release all your tasty juices over his cock. He wiped away the mix of his saliva and your own cream from his chin.

You groaned but it turned into a squeak when Beel crawled back on top of you. Your legs were still over his shoulders and so you felt your body being folded in half but it wasn't too uncomfortable. But it aroused you more as you could feel his bulge heavy against your sex. You wanted it inside, for it to stretch your walls as you take every inch Beel gave you. For you to cream all over it so you could lick it off him and he could do it all over again.

Beelzebub's lips pressed against yours and you wasted no time parting your lips so his tongue could share the taste of your pussy. You could feel Beel's hands fumbling to pull down his shorts to let his cock finally breath. His lips never left yours, even as he guided his cock to your hole. You had braced yourself but was pleasantly surprised when he sanked into you with ease, but it still raised a moan out of you as your wall stretched to accommodate him.

Beel broke the kiss to let out a hissing sound as your pussy took him in so smoothly. He could feel you clenching around him, wanting to greedily take in more. But he was fully seated inside you, his balls pressed firmly against the plumpness of your ass.

"Shit...(Y/N), you feel so fucking amazing," he said as he recaptured your lips with his and rocked his hips to get a little friction going. He pulled back until only half of his dick was inside and slammed back into you. He repeated the action a few more times, drawing out moans that ended up getting swallowed up by him.

You pulled away from the kiss to cry out freely as he set a hard, quick pace as his hips connected with yours repeatedly. The slapping sound of your skin colliding overcome the sounds of your moans and cries. Beel couldn't help but groan at the way your pussy tightened around him with every thrust. Your body trembled against his as the heat became overwhelming. Your hands scrambled to grip at something, changing from scratching at Beelzebub's back or balling up your sheets into your fist, as you feared that the pleasure was going to take you away.

The seams were tearing and Beel could feel you were close as your pussy convulsed around him. So he sat up, holding your legs up, and pounded away at you. Your moans turned to screams and chants of Beel's name as his cock wrecked you.

"Beeeeel! I'm cumming, cumming!," you screamed, but it didn't deter him even as your released overflowed on his cock. The consistent clenching of your pussy finally drove him over the edge and his seed coated the inside of your walls, a deep growl erupted from him as he pressed his cock deep inside you.

With the both of you spent for the moment, Beel slipped out of you and collapsed beside you. However, he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer. You sighed contently, feeling very much satiated as well as Beelzebub.

You felt lips pressing against your forehead and giggled before giving Beel a chaste kiss on the lip.

"That was amazing," you smiled. You saw his cheeks redden and the hug tightens.

"I-I would like to do that again...maybe sometime," spoke the blushing giant as he looked into your eyes.

The tips of your ears turning red as you agreed.

You figured this boat nightmare wasn't too bad as you snuggled up to Beel's chest, wondering if you had the courage to say you like him.

You saved the thought for another day to ponder later.

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lemonluvgirl · 2 years

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Everlark Caught in the Act Drabble

“What the ACTUAL F*CK do you two think you are doing naked on MY DESK?” Haymitch bellows loud enough to practically shake the rafters in the old newspaper room.

“Oh God!” Peeta shouts in surprise when he sees his boss, who was supposed to be gone for the weekend, standing in the doorway red faced and shaking with fury.

“Haymitch?!” Katniss squeaks in what might be the smallest and highest way her usually smokey and rich voice has ever sounded, as she tries to tug her skirt down to cover her naked lower half. But Peeta scrambling to get off of her while trying to pull up his own pants makes the movement difficult.

Haymitch averts his eyes quickly to allow them to make themselves presentable, even though he’s fuming about the completely indecent, not to mention improper things they were doing on top of his desk a few minutes ago. Effie would have a conniption fit is she ever heard about what her two ‘precious babies’ were getting up to in the office late at night after the rest of the newsroom staff had gone home.

“Mellark you better pull your pants up boy. Because you got a lot of explaining to do!” Haymitch threatened in a dangerously low and angry voice.

“Before you decide to murder me, let me explain.”(#1) Peeta pleaded as he pulled his pants up and winced while trying to cage his still very prominent erection.

“Whatever the explanation is, it better be good so I don’t fire your ass right this second!” Haymitch countered with an angry sneer.

“Oh, stuff it Haymtich! You knew it was our one year anniversary and you forced Peeta to work through it anyway! He’s been stuck in the office all weekend long! And the week before that you sent him on location to Syria! Fucking Syria!!!!” Katniss shouted, her hands on her hips and her grey eyes glinting like sharpened steel as she stared Haymitch down.

Haymitch stared right back at her. Was she right? Had he been working Goldilocks too hard?

Haymitch scoffed. Rolled his eyes and shook his head. Even if that were true the kid could have put in for time off. He didn’t have to use his boss’ desk to act out a porno with his wife and relieve his pent up sexual frustrations.

“And before you start trying to blame Peeta, the sex was my idea! He didn’t even know I was coming over tonight. I didn’t even really plan it. I just wanted to bring him some home cooked dinner for our anniversary, but one thing led to another, and we haven’t really....in a while....and damn it! You weren’t suppose to show up right in the middle!” Katniss says in what might be the longest she’s ever spoken continually in Haymitch’s presence.

The room is silent for a full minute after her little speech and Haymitch is quietly contemplative for once.

He looks over at Peeta’s desk and sees a bunch of empty tupper ware containers, and half a bottle of cheap wine uncorked among the chaos. It looks like sweetheart’s story pans out.

Well shit. The poor lovebirds just wanted some alone time. Haymitch thought to himself.

Peeta rubbed a hand wearily down his face in embarrassment and fatigue, breaking the silence first.

“Well, this is awkward.” (24) He said to no one in particular. Peeta was about 10 shades too red to be classified as his natural ruddy hue. Katniss meanwhile was doing her best not to look at either of them.

“No shit.” Haymitch replied in a biting tone, before he shook his head and tried again.

“Alright, look I don’t really want to fire you, Peeta. But its not my job to remember about your anniversary. You didn’t say a thing about it to me. So maybe next time just put in for some PTO instead of desecrating the office we all have to work in.” Haymitch adds in a gruff manner.

“Yes, definitely! I promise it won’t happen again Haymitch. And I’ll get right back to work!” Peeta replied, extremely relieved to hear he wasn’t being let go.

But Katniss shot daggers at her husband when he said he was ready to get right back to work. Not that Peeta noticed in his exuberance.

“No. NO. I think it’d be best if you two went on home. The article can wait until Monday.” Haymitch told them with a long suffering sigh. Effie had been on his case to treat his staff more humanely. And he figured this was a good a time as any to start.

“Oh, wow boss. Thanks. We’d really appreciate that.” Peeta replied with a huge smile. Haymitch simply grimaced in return. Whatever got them and their young love hormones far away from his office.

Now relief was evident on both of their faces. And Kantiss even shot him a silent look of gratitude as they packed up their things.

Peeta babbled his eternal gratitude and promised to work extra hard on Monday to complete his article. Haymitch just waved him off and motioned for him to get started out the door.

“Thanks Haymitch.” Katniss said quietly before moving past his desk to head out.

“Leave the bottle, Sweetheart. I think I’m gonna need a drink.” (20). Haymitch instructed and Katniss simply nodded as the half drunk wine bottle was deposited on the edge of his desk with a resounding thunk.

“No problem. I have a feeling I’m gonna need to keep my wits about me for the rest of the night anyway.” She said with a sly smile as she slipped out the door and followed he husband who could be heard telling her to ‘hurry’ from outside in the hall.

Haymitch swore under his breath but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face afterwards. If anyone deserved a night off uninterrupted love it was those two crazy kids.

Inspired by the drabble prompt list: https://katesdibiasky.tumblr.com/post/679581866140057600/drabble-prompt-list

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azaleavi · 3 years

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“All of the songs are about you”

Requested by anon: Hi, first of all I want to thank you for all your amazing work that you share with us, I absolutely adore everything that you write!!! Secondly, I was wondering if I could request something with Sebastian, where reader is a famous singer and younger than him, and when they reveal their relationship, people start saying that he is only using her and he gets worried that she will leave him for someone her age. Once again, thank you! 😚

Word count: 2k

Author's note: Thank you for your kind words dear nonnie! I hope you like it.

Warning(s): language

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Masterlist

Both of you being famous wasn't easy with you being a singer and Sebastian being an actor. Especially when you wanted to keep your relationship a secret and you were quite younger than him. You have been dating for a while now and you couldn't be more in love with him. He was your muse for many of your songs, but the fans didn't know that. They did notice though that you started writing more love songs than before. You got questions about it almost every day, but you never answered them. They had their speculations, but you never confirmed any of it. It might be selfish, but you wanted to keep him all to yourself and both of you agreed to wait a little more before going public. He was promoting his new movie and you didn't want people to think that you announced your relationship only to give more publicity to it. But sometimes the universe doesn't care what you want.

It was a normal day, like any other, when you were at Sebastian's house and you started craving some McDonald's. The weather was nice for the time being past 10 pm so you decided to go out to buy it instead of ordering. It was dark already so you weren't afraid that anybody would see or recognize you. It was a five minute walk from his house and you thought it would be nice have a short walk. You waited for Sebastian to lock the front door then started walking down the street hand in hand. It probably wasn't the best idea, but you really didn't think that any paparazzi would be near you. You went into the fast food place to buy what you needed, then started walking back to his place, laughing at a story he was telling you. You loved these late night walks, the dark giving you a sense of comfort.

"Baby" he stopped walking as still giggled, making you stop as well. You turned to him, eyebrows raised in question, a smile still on your face. "I love you" he blurted out, intently looking at you, waiting for your reaction. He never said it before, despite dating for almost 6 months now. You didn't say it either yet, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or rush him. After his last relationship he wanted to be extra sure when saying the three words and you understood him. Your heart skipped a few beats at his confession, the smile widening on your lips.

"I love you too, Seb." you beamed, stepping closer to him and pulling him into a hug.

"Thank god." he mumbled into your hair, making you pull away.

"What do you mean 'thank god'? How could I not feel the same way about you? Haven't you heard the songs I wrote lately?" you asked jokingly in disbelief, but knowing he didn't mean it like that.

"You know what I mean" he blushed under the light of the streetlamp.

"I do" your arms going around his neck you pulled him down into a deep kiss. When you broke apart you walked back to his house to finally eat.

What you didn't realize was that there was a paparazzi following you, getting the perfect angle of your kiss, taking a series of photos.

The next morning you were woken up by your phone essentially exploding with calls and messages. You groaned as you reached for it, barely being able to touch it as Sebastian refused to let go of your waist.

"Why is your phone waking us up at the ass crack of dawn?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know" you unlocked it to see at least 25 calls from your manager and another few from friends and family. Around the same amount of texts were sent as well, making you sit up in bed, confused. "Something is wrong." he sat up at your tone to look at your phone. You dialed your manager, putting it on speaker. She picked up right away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she almost screamed into the device, making Sebastian look at you.

"I was sleeping. It's 7 am." you explained.

"Care to tell me why is you and Sebastian kissing plastered on every news site on the internet right now?" your whole world stopped at her words.

"What did you say?" Sebastian spoke up as you were still frozen in your spot.

"Oh your partner in crime is there too? Great. I don't have to say this twice." she was being sarcastic, but you didn't care. You just wanted an explanation.

"Tell us what is happening, please" you pleaded.

"There are multiple pictures of you going around. They are claiming that they took them last night." she explained, but that wasn't enough.

"What pictures?" you asked.

"Pictures of you holding hands and kissing." you ran your hand through your hair.

"Fuck" Sebastian sighed.

"That's an understatement." you heard shuffling on the other side. "So I recommend you guys figure out what you are going to do and do it real fast because it is getting out of hand."

"Yeah, sure we will do that." he took the phone from you. "Thanks."

"Just doing my work." she ended the call with a sigh. Sebastian looked at you as you stared at your legs, deep in thought.

"Hey" he brushed his hand up your back, shaking you out of your mind.

"Yeah?" you looked at him, startled.

"We need to do something." he explained.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. What should we do? Go public? I mean we don't really have any other choice." you furrowed your brows.

"Do you want that?" he wanted you to be hundred percent okay with whatever you were going to do.

"Yes, I just hoped it wouldn't happen like this." you sighed. "Do you want that?" you asked back.

"Yes. We already talked about going public so I guess we will have to do it now." he shrugged.

"How are we doing this then?" you stood up to get dressed, getting ready for the day.

"Posting a video on TikTok?" he grinned.

"Absolutely not. We are not posting on Tiktok." you shook your head, laughing.

"So where do you want it? Facebook?" he raised his eyebrows, joking.

"No." you laughed. "I was thinking about posting a pic on Instagram." you threw out the idea. Both of you used the app a lot so it would be the best choice.

"Okay, let's find a picture." he also stood up.

"Ah-ah" you held out your hand to stop him. "You talk to your manager while I pick out a picture to post on my account and you can post one on yours if you want to. Mine is going to be a surprise." you grinned, already having one in mind. It was your favorite picture of you, taken by a friend without your knowledge. You were in a parking lot at the beach, you sitting on the hood of his car while he was standing between your legs, kissing you. There was a second picture, where you were leaning your forehead against his, both of you laughing at your friends shouting at you to get a room. Both of your faces were clearly seen on them so you decided to post both of them.

'All of the songs are about you' the caption read. In seconds your notifications were blowing up with comments from fans. You didn't want to read them, because you knew how people on the internet could get and you knew that you being younger than him would bother some of them. Sebastian came out of the bedroom to sit next to you.

"You posted it?" he asked, taking out his phone.

"Yep" you smiled. You leaned your head against his shoulder as he opened the app, waiting for his reaction. He immediately searched up your name and tapped on the photo. His thumb froze on the little heart as he read the caption. He put the phone down and grabbed your chin to pull you to his soft lips in a kiss.

"I love you." he mumbled into your lips.

"I love you too." you giggled. He pulled away to pick up the phone to leave a comment. 'If I wrote songs mine would be about you too' you snorted at it. "You are cute"

A few days later you had enough courage to check the comments people were leaving online. Maybe it wasn't the best idea.

'Jesus. Isn't he like 12 years older than her?? Gross'

'He is definitely using her lmao but I can't blame him, get that coin king'

'Y'all think she calls him daddy in the bedroom kjsdnhs'

'She is just using him to write songs'

There were nice comments as well, calling you cute together and wishing you well. The mean comments always stuck with you more though and you didn't want Sebastian to read them. It was enough that you went through them. Both of you were a little insecure about your age gap, but you loved each other so you helped the other through the harder times.

You got to his house and walked in as he asked you to not to knock anymore. You found him sitting on his couch, phone in hand. Hoping that he wasn't doing what you thought he was doing you sat down next to him. He had instagram open.

"Seb" you sighed, taking the phone out of his hands.

"What? I just wanted to see what they were saying." he tried to defend himself.

"You shouldn't read these." you shook your head. "So you wanna watch a movie?" you changed the subject. He agreed with your suggestion.

The movie had been playing for a half an hour when he pulled away from your cuddling.

"What if they are right?" his voice was so quiet so almost didn't hear him. You paused the movie to look at him.

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused by his sudden outburst.

"The comments saying that you could do so much better than me" he kept looking at his feet. You sat up and grabbed his chin to turn his head towards you, your heart breaking at his words. This was exactly why you didn't want him to read them.

"Baby" you sighed. "They are not right. Not even by far. I could not find anyone better than you even if I tried. But I'm not trying because I have you with me and you are the best thing that happened to me in a long time. So get that thought out of your head." you stared into his eyes to get your point across.

"But don't you want someone your age?"

"No I don't." you shook your head. "I am perfectly happy with you and I don't need anyone else." you held his cheeks between your palms. "Plus I like it that you are older." you smirked making him chuckle lightly. Climbing onto his lap you pulled him closer. "I love it that you are more experienced." you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love it that you are taller." a kiss under his ear. "I love it that you are always so so sweet to everyone you meet." a kiss on his nose. Your right hand went into his hair as your lips kissed down to his neck. "And I love the way you make me feel when it's just the two of us." you whispered into his ear, your breath hitting his skin, making him let out a moan. He grabbed your waist in a strong grip. "I love how big your hands are." you nipped at his skin on his neck earning another noise of pleasure and his fingers digging into your skin. "But most importantly" you pulled away so you could look into his eyes to show your sincerity. "I love you. All of you. With everything I have." his eyes softened as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"I love you too."

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elijahlittle · 3 years

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Toxic Craigslist!Roomate Eren/Reader (Headcannons)

I SENT THESE TO MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ACCOUT @ringpop-poppy AND THEY LIKED THESE HEADCANNONS A LOT, SO I'M GOING TO POST THESE HEADCANNONS ON MY TUMBLR. IF YOU WANT QUALITY, AND I MEAN Q U A L I T Y, SHIT PLEASE ON GOD FOLLOW THEM. I am crying and throwing my hands on the table, I cannot express to you how good their account is. I will say this until the moment I DIE they are the BEST blog on this site. Thank u.

so my friend and i were shooting off some headcannons and we came up with this idea and one second i just need a moment to recuperate myself and that's super shitty NIGHTMARE craigstlist roommate eren yeager and when i tell you it has RUINED my life i mean it has RUINED my life.

so like imagine, you're hard up for a roommate and so you hit up craiglist b/c you know the state of the economy is absolute SHIT and you are kind of in a rush. you end up moving into this two bedroom apartment with some dude on craigslist (eren) whose roommate just moved out.

you don't know it but eren can't keep a roommate to save his LIFE. it's because he's just such an AWFUL roommate. like plays videogames all day. homie has a shit ton of money but literally NOBODY knows where it comes from or where he works. he just disappears and comes back he says it's "work" but never actually says where he works.

throws his feet up on the coffee table and shit, doesn't wipe off his feet when he comes into the apartment, leaves cups out, just does not pick up after himself. eats the last bit of your food but gets mad when you do the same to him, uses your extra toothbrushes, just overall leaves a mess.

the worst part? his room is IMMACULATE. he is FULLY capable of keeping clean, he just likes to crack open a can of whatever the fuck he drinks on the couch, throw his feet up on the table, and watch you bend over and pick up stuff in an angry huff with very steely eyes. this man's eyes are on you ALL the time.

for the most part u put up w/ it because you're just that hard up for a roommate, but the final straw is when he leaves his dishes in the sink for like a week straight

you storm from the kitchen into the living room in an absolute angry huff, face scrunched up from anger, and start just laying into him about doing the fucking dishes like "it's just not that hard!"

the entire time you're raving, he just sits back - hands behind his head. "you done?"

stands up, puts all the dishes up - in a way that you HATE that's not even CORRECT because he has studied the way that you put up the dishes like in the few months he's made living for you hell he has picked up on your small habits.

now he's sitting down on the couch again and you're still ranting and raving at him. he looks super pissed off now.

also did i mention the sexual tension between u two is IMMACULATE?

while you're in the middle of raving, kicks over his soda that's on the table and gets it all over the carpet.

now you're pissed and just raving and bitching. because who the fuck does that?

pushes u on ur knees, bends you over, presses his cock into your ass and keeps u there for a second - grabs a rag from the table, stuffs it in ur mouth, and know what this fucker says?

"clean it up. you might want to get further on your hands and knees -" presses his cock into you, which is obviously very hard against u, "make sure to get nice and deep in there"

leaves to go to his room leaving u shook as fuck. obviously u clean it up b/c holy fuck

tension builds up over the next several weeks and u get closer to levi and erwin, ur local next door gays (or roommates, depending on if u ship them or not). levi won't admit it but he loves u a lot and so does erwin.

eren being really unhappy b/c ur spending so much time with the next door neighbors and not letting him terrorize you

starts banging on levi's door one day, demanding to know where u r. levi answers the door. obviously he can see you over levi's short ass head but homie is a real one and is like "she's not here"

"i can see her she's right -"

levi wacks eren several times with the broom until he goes away.

so u come in late that same night and homie is seething. this is where the sexual tension BUSTS.

so u open the fridge bc you're looking for water, right, bent over and he comes in b/c he heard u come in (he's been waiting for u to come back all night).

very stealthily slips behind you, presses his crotch against ur ass, and gives a nice comfortable shove - wedging u in the fridge

reaches over u, his chest pressed against u, grabbing the water you wanted.

sits there with his crotch pressed into u, slowly drinking the water while ur sitting there, squirming, trying to press ur way out of the fridge, but his hips have you pinned there. u don't know why ur turned on but holy HELL you're turned on. ur pressing ur ass into him and everything, trying to grind into him a bit. you claim to do it b/c ur trying to push him off but he knows why you're really doing it. the entire time u r stuck there, water from the shelf above is just dripping on you. it's cold as fuck bro and ur nipples? hard b/c it's cold.

gets halfway through the water and go "i don't think i want to drink it anymore" dumps the other half of the water on u.

you are dripping in water, t-shirt clinging to u. homie is marveling at how tight ur shirt is clinging to you, how cold you r when ur shivering.

pulls you up by the neck from behind and closes the fridge so he can press u against it

he's whispering in ur ear, asking if u had fun fucking the neighbors b/c "you seem like the kind of slut who would enjoy something like that". it's not like that at all but homie is a jealous guy.

oh yeah did i mention he's a jealous guy?

has his fingers in his mouth while he fucks you from behind for the first time, head pressed against your work schedule that's pinned to the fridge, asking you a slew of shit like

"do you like that?"

"i bet you like cleaning up after me like a lil maid"

i mean he is absolutely ROCKING you against that fridge, fingers in your mouth snapping his hips against urs

"you've just been playing coy w me the entire time, i bet u've been thinking about this for months - i know you have. i can see the way u bend over to put on a show for me when you clean up after my mess like a good lil housewife. good girls just don't wear panties like that and bend over not expecting to get fucked. bet you been waiting for this, dirty whore" ext. ext. ext.

thank u for ur time.

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fatui-gf · 3 years

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I just found your blog and I'm crying because yes! Sub genshin blog 😌👌🏼 if your request is open, can I request teasing Zhongli with his gnosis, like using it like toys, I mean imagining Zhongli crying and begging is my guilty pleasure

First of all, I’m so sorry for how late I am to answer to this request :((( A lot of things I didn’t expect happened and I wasn’t very able to start writing. I hope you’re not mad at me being so late, the request was a lot of fun and something I’ve had in mind for quite a while now actually.

sub!zhongli x dom!reader - fun with the gnosis

word count: 1352

warnings: slight (very small) degradation, obviously using the gnosis as a sex toy

You watched in captivation as Zhongli’s usually stoic face turned bright red with his golden eyes so beautifully clouded by a mixture of lust and anticipation. He swallowed as he basically undressed you with his sight, filthy thoughts filling his mind, your hand gripping hard on his tie, forcing him to lean closer to your height.

The sun rays sleepily creeped through the window, perfectly highlighting the beauty of the man in front of you. From his dark hair tied in a low ponytail, resting on his shoulder practically begging to be tugged at to his elegant clothes which were about to be reduced just to laying on the ground somewhere, he was a dream come true. And the fact you had the geo archon wrapped around your finger, holding him like on a leash, reduced to being nothing more but human with very human feelings, exactly like the heat growing in his head, heart as well as pants.

- What are you doing? - was all he managed to whisper, his tone soft like silk.

You couldn’t help but smirk at how you made him feel, how you made him react and submit to you fully. It was hard not to be incredibly proud of the power you had in that moment.

- Give me your gnosis - you stated as you watched Zhongli’s expression change, now more confused.

- I’m not sure I understand why you would need it, besides I-... - his words got cut off as you pulled harder on his tie, his body jerking at the sudden force.

After drifting away his sight for a while, the geo archon just sighed, placing the gnosis in your hand, hoping you would eventually return it and not lose it or gods know what else you could do with it. It’s not like you were strangers, not like he couldn’t trust you but the thought of breaking a contract with La Signora by not providing the gnosis definitely would make him far away from happy.

- Good boy - you whispered as he turned away his eyes from you once again in an attempt to hide how good those words made him feel. Please, make sure to refer to him as that more often.

You then took a lead, taking the man on a way to his bedroom, still holding him by his tie as he just obeyed and followed in silence, just lost in the fantasies that kept growing in his brain. It was almost unusual to get him to this point of arousal where he would even give away his gnosis, practically dizzy with all the thoughts.

Lightly pushing him onto the bed, making him sit there, all he could do was stare, hungrily watching you as you revealed your new lingerie. Oh, how much did he desire to touch you, to pull you closer, to have you all for himself, pamper you with all the kisses on each part of your body, happily becoming the one who could please you in any way you would ask him to.

It certainly wasn’t fair for you to be the only one missing the excess clothes so your next move was to obviously get rid of them, making sure to tease his body with your hands as you went about it. Sliding your colder hands against his hot skin, watching him twitch under your touch, staring down at you with his hand over his mouth trying to muffle the sinful gasps that he would produce.

The best idea was to also limit his moves before you could get to the real thing, reaching for a rope, wrapping it gently around his limbs and skillfully tying it in an intricate design on his chest. It was hard to take eyes off of him at that moment, completely defenseless, unable to move properly, his lips shaking in anticipation, not knowing what would happen to him next.

Your gentle fingers trailing his body, gracefully making your way down. The lower your hands travelled, the more his impatience grew. You could hear a soft gasp coming out of his mouth as his cold gnosis met his thigh, trailing it in circles, teasing him until all he could do was look into your eyes pleadingly like a puppy, begging you with his sight.

As the gnosis slipped inside of him the sudden moan echoed in the room. You leaned your face closer to his, whispering praise into his ear, making him shiver just to then leave kisses on his neck as your hand moved the gnosis. His legs shaking as the pleasure hit him again and again, not even trying to hide the whimpers at this point, he has exposed all of himself to you in that moment.

- Isn’t it funny to see the divine geo archon thrusting his hips down on his own gnosis? What would all of the Liyue think of you if they saw you like that? You really are one hell of a bitch, Zhongli - the words of degradation only turned him on more, he really was one huge bitch for you, letting you play with him like that.

His neck was now decorated with purple hickeys all over it, his mouth open as he desperately breathed for air between needy moans and cries.

- The window is open, all of the city can hear you gasp and whimper. All because of me.

Zhongli just shut his eyes tight, not giving a single care about anyone listening in on him, his mind was only clouded with the desperate need of release. He couldn’t lead you on with his hands because of being tied so he had to resort to using his words to beg you to touch him more, to feel his body.

- P-please, I want to be touched more - he gasped, his voice as needy as ever.

You placed your hand on him, your finger touching against the sticky tip of his dick which was met with a hiss of pleasure on his side. His hips were practically moving on his own, both thrusting down onto his gnosis as hell as into your hand. It was so entertaining to see him helpless like this, like a bitch in heat, just doing his best to reach the sweet point of release.

You could hear him moan even louder as the sticky liquid dripped down your hand, making its way down your fingers. Zhongli was almost breathless, trying his best to compose himself before he was caught in another kiss, fighting the urge to just put his hands all over you, feel every curve of your body, leave no area untouched.

He looked so pretty as you pulled away, his red eyeliner smudged after tearing up from the pleasure, his cheeks flushed, mouth open, his golden eyes half-lidded, few strands of his hair stuck to his sweaty body. You weren’t done with him yet though, you wanted to see him whimper for you more and more.

Instead of removing the gnosis from his ass, you pushed it even further receiving another moan in return. He just came mere moments ago, his whole body was even more sensitive than it usually was you decided to take advantage of this fact, using the gnosis like a sex toy, the thing he was once so proud of, the proof of his position as the geo archon, now getting pleasured with it was probably the filthiest thing an archon could do or allow to happen. The shame didn’t even register in his brain, he was too lost in his lust, the need to cum again, to get pushed over the edge by you again.

His moans never got quieter, instead they got louder, needier and breathier with each push. You caressed his face and as you put your thumb in his mouth, he made sure to suck on it like a good slut. At this point you knew exactly he was the right one. Your moves become faster and harsher, driving him to his release once again, not being able to focus on sucking your finger anymore, he was a wreck. The most beautiful wreck.

#genshin impact #zhongli #genshin impact x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #sub!zhongli #imagine #fanfiction #scenario #dom!reader

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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calculated, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Some people would call you far too serious. Some would call you stuck-up. And some would call you a bitch. But to freshman Jeon Jungkook, you’re the head Calculus I TA noona – and he’s determined to fuck you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, pussy spanking, fingering, m-receiving oral, doggy, dirty talk); non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin lol

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

"I think Jungkook likes you."

The lead of your mechanical pencil snapped suddenly. Stupid soft graphite. You glared at it, annoyed, and brushed the broken piece away to complete the equation.

"Who?"

"I think he's taking the afternoon class."

You double-checked the last question and handed him his homework back. "Jimin, you used the wrong equation, here and here."

Park Jimin frowned, face falling when he saw all your corrections. Being one of your parents' friends' kids, your parents and his parents naturally asked you to help him out when he entered the same university as you. You pretty much figured the likelihood of Jimin speaking to you was zero, since he was a dance major and you were a graphics design major. You shrugged and agreed.

Except you forgot you were also the head Calculus I TA and Calculus I was a required course for all students. And, turns out, Jimin wasn't that great at math. That's why you were sitting on cushions at your coffee table in your apartment with Park Jimin, watching a music program as you checked his homework.

"Oh."

Jimin began to look over your arrows and circles. You never actually gave him the answer. He usually ended up forgetting a step in the middle and thus fucked the answer. Usually he caught on easily once you pointed it out.

You stared at the television screen, listening to the latest hit. Not bad. Catchy.

"I think I should tell you because he's kind of reckless," Jimin was saying.

You placed a hand under your head and took a sip of your tea, distracted by the cute MC with the blue hair. He had a cute smile. It reminded you of a bunny.

"Who?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin snapped impatiently.

You raised an eyebrow and faced Jimin. "Oi. I'm correcting your homework here. I could just correct it tomorrow and hand it back to you with red marks instead," you threatened.

He pouted at you, his full lower lip sticking out. "Sorry, noona."

You sighed. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel ancient." You turned your body so you faced him as he scowled at his homework. "Okay, okay, I'm listening now. What did you want to say?"

Jimin put his pencil down immediately and began to chat like an excited gossiping auntie. Round brown eyes getting rounder, glad for a break from his math homework. You didn't want to get him started, but he was going to nag you incessantly until you let him talk.

"I think he sits in the back?" Jimin pondered. "Dark longish hair, wears a lot of black. Looks scary when he's thinking because his eyes go really wide and he furrows his brows."

You twisted your mouth to the side and thought. You only attended the class when they had quizzes or exams because during lectures the professor didn't need your help. Mostly you remembered people by their personal scores or their handwriting, because you graded everything as the head TA. Looking at people's faces wasn't really necessary, unless you were looking for cheating.

"Can't recall. I remember his handwriting though. Not bad," you said, shrugging. "I think he's pretty highly ranked at the moment."

"I think he likes you."

You scoffed. "How did you come to that consensus?"

Jimin tapped his temple sagely. "Intuition."

"If only you used that intuition on Calculus."

He frowned at you, pouting again. You let out a puff of air, conceding.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Jimin scratched the back of his head. "Well, er... I'm just warning you."

"... Is he a serial killer or something?"

"No, no, no!" Jimin waved his hands on the air hurriedly. "He's really nice. But he can be kind of, uh... forward."

"How old is he?" you asked, glancing at the television for a moment as you took another long sip of your tea.

"Two years younger than me."

You choked.

"What?" you squeaked between coughs. Jimin hurried over and patted your back as you struggled, becoming pink in the face. "The fuck? Tell him to find someone his own age."

"I did!" Jimin whined. "But he's stubborn."

You rolled your eyes. "You're warning me that I have to break a poor freshman's heart?"

"Kind of."

You rubbed your throat. "Hmph. Darn whippersnappers these days."

Jimin smacked your arm, laughing. "I thought you weren't ancient?"

"I am now knowing some kid is fantasizing about their fucking Calculus TA."

You had said your comment sarcastically. You fully expected Jimin to make some joke, but he froze up a little. You looked over to him. He looked somewhat guilty, like a lost puppy who got caught stealing food. You sighed and patted his back.

"Don't worry, I won't chew your friend's heart out. Finish your homework, so I don't drop you off too late. You have practice in the morning, yeah?"

"Y-yeah, thanks."

Forward, huh?

An understatement.

You were sitting in one of the math department offices, laptop open, your drawing tablet in your lap, thinking. The conversation with Jimin happened about two days ago. In that time, you hadn't attended either morning or afternoon class yet, since it was only lectures. Not that it mattered, because lecture halls were massive. If this Jungkook kid sat in the back, then you probably wouldn't be able to see him anyway. At the moment, however, you were preoccupied with your assignment, to design a logo. Logo designing was difficult, especially since a school assignment didn't exactly have a real client attached to it to ask questions.

Technically these were Calculus I office hours, but who attended office hours? Nobody.

Who attended any type of calculus office hours?

Yeah, exactly.

You spent the time doing homework with the door open. You were the only TA that actually showed up for the office hours. Every other TA said it was a waste of time. It was. You still came through; in the off chance some poor kid decided her grade mattered. You felt bad since the actual professor wasn't very patient when people needed extra help. Also, technically you were the head TA, so you did have a bit more responsibility than the others.

Your black boots were perched on the desk as you sat back in your office chair, sketching a few ideas. If a member of the math department saw you, you would probably get in trouble. Thankfully, the math department was usually deserted. Math wasn't exactly the most social subject.

You took a sip of your tea from your thermos, tapping your tablet pen on your black jean-covered thigh.

"You look even better close-up, noona."

A clear, silvery, male voice cut through the silence. The voice came from the doorframe right in front of the desk. You frowned, slowly lifting your head from your tablet. How had you not heard him? Were you really that focused on your assignment?

Chucky black sneakers. Black cargo pants, slim fit. Distressed black sweater, hands casually in his pockets. Broad shoulders. Lightly tanned skin. Sharp jawline. A tiny mole under a mischievous smile. Your eyes narrowed as you made eye contact with those sparkling dark brown orbs. Long hair slicked back, with only a few wispy strands on his forehead.

"Calculus I question?" was your response.

His smile quirked a little higher. The young man didn't have a backpack with him. Didn't even have a piece of paper stuck under his arm. Wasn't even trying to pretend that he needed help.

"I have questions."

He didn't elaborate. You lowered your legs, placing your tablet on your laptop.

"This is Calculus I office hours. For calculus questions only."

His eyes flickered to your laptop and tablet. Back to you.

"Is this what the TAs should be doing during office hours?"

Suddenly, you could feel your pulse in your ears. Point taken.

"What do you want?"

He slid into the chair across from the desk, hands still in his pockets. Watching you carefully, still smiling thoughtfully. It should have been unnerving, but there was no malice in that smile. Maybe you were imagining it though, so you kept your guard up.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook."

Yeah, I guessed, you thought wryly. "And my name is on the syllabus. What do you want?"

He tilted his head at you, studying your face.

"How do you know Jimin-ssi?"

Isn't Jimin older than you, punk? "Our parents are friends."

He nodded slowly. He looked around the windowless office, at the three papers tacked to the wall – outdated notices – to the still open door, to the desk with your laptop, tablet, and backpack. Then to you, sitting back in the black office chair, eyebrow raised, hands half-in the sleeves of your gray flannel, cropped black sweater underneath.

"I think you're beautiful, noona."

Your brain winced at the compliment and your hormones looked up from the abyss. Your brain scolded them to go back to their hidey-hole. You clicked your tongue.

"I'm too old for you."

There was an ever-so-slight tick of his head. His eyes shifted downward and then flicked back up to you, almost shyly, if it wasn't for the small smirk dancing on his lips.

"We both know such a mindset is outdated."

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The fuck? Your hormones peeked out again. Your brain was too distracted with trying to find a comeback to tell them to fuck off. You figured you better cut this off right now before it went too far.

"This whole conversation is inappropriate," you said evenly, standing up from the chair and rolling it back. You walked around the desk and stood in front of it, balancing your ass against it. You crossed your arms over your breasts. "You should leave."

He slowly, slowly gazed up at you. Why did he look so satisfied? Your heart did a little three beat skip. Stop it. Keep it together. Jungkook got to his feet, hands still in his pockets. Then he pulled them out and pushed his sleeves up.

Oh?

Tattoos ran up his right arm, the beginnings of a sleeve. Ink black against light tan, flexed muscle. He was not a skinny pretty boy. You were so busy staring at his arms that you barely registered him placing them casually on either side of you, face right next to yours. Now you were staring down at his broad chest, at his black distressed sweater.

"Excuse me?" you snapped testily, lifting your head to look into his smug eyes.

"I won't touch you," Jungkook murmured quietly. "Unless you ask me to."

This punk ass bitch.

You narrowed your eyes. "What makes you think I would?"

That small teasing smile came back.

"Well, for one, you haven't actually told me you have absolutely no interest yet."

Your hormones prodded you excitedly. Your brain told them to shut up. Your eyes moved to the open door behind his head, looking into the empty hall, trying to keep a balanced, even tone. It came out a little sharper than you intended.

"Door's wide open."

"Embarrassed to be seen with me?" Jungkook purred, breath on your cheek.

You tried not to react even though your hormones were fucking losing it. "What about you?" you shot back sharply.

You heard Jungkook chuckle. "Fuck no I'm not." Your heart jerked heading the crude word come out so daintily and casually from his lips. "I want to be seen with you. All the time. In every position."

You finally tore your eyes from the open door to give him the side-eye. "Real big words there."

Jungkook smirked. "I'm giving you a chance to tell me no. It's taking everything in me not to bend you over this desk right now and fuck your brains out."

You sucked in a breath. Accidentally. Not on purpose. There's absolutely no way Jungkook would have noticed unless he was literally right next to you. Which he was. Shit. He leaned in closer, still not actually touching you.

"You like that idea?" he breathed, the lust evident in his voice, not even trying to hide it.

"I am not some easy bitch at the club, Jungkook. This is the fucking math department," you scolded, eye-level to the base of his neck, wanting very badly to make out with it.

Now it was his turn to inhale sharply. He pulled his head back, and now you were face-to-face with those dark, dark eyes, falling, falling, your body screaming at you to do more. And still you didn’t, torn between reason and instinct.

"I'm so pissed," he growled, breath against your lips. "That the first time I hear you say my name, I wasn't watching your pretty lips form it."

Those few strands brushed against his exposed forehead, framing his furrowed brow and those intense dark brown eyes, making you breathless, telling you that you should, even though the last shreds of reason were telling you, do not, do not, do not give in to Jeon Jungkook.

"It's the middle of the damn day," you murmured.

"And you make me horny every second of every day," he groaned, so close now that his nose almost touched yours. "With your stem stare, your assertive stride, your well-spoken words, and your beautiful body that demands to be kissed, loved, fucked." He panted, shoulders shaking. "God, I want you under me so bad. You have no idea, noona."

Resolve? Hello, where are you?

You raised an eyebrow. "You think you're enough for me?"

His dark eyes gleamed.

"I know I am."

Your eyes flickered to the open door, the vacant hall, feeling Jungkook's body heat hovering so close, so close to you, and then you shifted your eyes back to him. Your brain was screaming at you and your hormones bonked your brain silent. The words at the tip of your tongue came tumbling out, nothing to hold them back anymore.

"Let's see."

And then you kissed him.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate, his large hands leaving the desk, grabbing your waist, ramming his crotch into you. You gasped against his soft lips and he slid his tongue inside, playing with yours, moaning, kissing you hungrily. His fingers pressed into you through your clothes, strong, tight, unforgiving. Your eyes flew open, surprised at his eagerness. He retreated his tongue and nipped at your lower lip, sucking on it lightly. You shivered, feeling him lift you onto the desk, pushing your legs open with his hips, grinding against you. He kissed down your chin, lifting your head impatiently, moaning against your skin. Every gentle kiss a jolt to your system, contrasting with his rough hands kneading your waist, pulling you close against his firm body, the fucking desk cutting into your thighs, eyelids fluttering.

There was movement at the door.

You froze.

Jungkook’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking sharply. You choked back a wanton moan, seeing a familiar face. A familiar, plump smile with cute, lovely eyes. He waved a small hand at you and reached for the doorknob, locking it from the inside before winking at you and closing the door silently.

Park fucking Jimin.

That bas–

Your thought was sharply cut off by Jungkook nipping at your throat, hissing as he rolled his hips into your thigh, a distinct bulge pressing into you. He yanked down the front of your sweater, sucking on the space right between your collarbones. You whimpered and shuddered, wrapping a leg around his waist and hooking him towards you, hands finally leaving your chest and grabbing his, fingers getting caught in the holes of his sweater.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m so fucking hard already because you’re so fucking hot.”

You caught yourself against the desk, elbow slamming onto the wood. You winced. “I haven’t done shit,” you said, surprised to feel your lips slightly swollen.

Jungkook grinned. “You don’t have to. Just you below me is enough.”

You glared at him and he bent over the desk, grabbing the back of your head, pushing your face to his, kissing you again, stealing your breath. It was the perfect mix of force and desperation, leaving you yielding, back arching as he sucked on your tongue, bobbing his head up and down slightly to pull on it. You tried not to make noise – everything was already too noisy anyway – only crying out softly when he let you go. Now you were on your elbows with Jungkook towering over you, licking his lips, the spare strands now stuck to his exposed forehead. His eyes roamed over your body before landing back on your face. You gave him your best questioning look.

He chuckled darkly. “I want to rip all your clothes off, but something tells me you will be upset with me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Because this is still the middle of the math department, let me remind you, Jungkook.” You huffed. “I don’t live here. Don’t get crazy.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “Say my name again, noona. God, let me watch your delicious lips speak my fucking name.”

You raised your eyebrows. Then you felt his hands on your jeans, undoing the button, making you jump. The zipper going down, down. He yanked at the seam, digging it into your already wet pussy, shoving your panties into your slit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

Oh fuck. That sounded kind of pathetic.

He bit his lower lip, and yanked again.

“J-Jungkook, ah…” Your eyelids fluttered, trying to keep your strict demeanor.

“Fuck,” he hissed, firmly gripping the waistband of your jeans and pulling them down your ass, half-dragging your panties down. “You like that, noona? Do you want me to be rough with you?”

You prayed to the higher power that he would just take the damn hint and not make you say it. But Jungkook was dragging your panties back up, the thin black fabric being sucked into your folds and ass as he pulled them far too high. You gasped, trying not to look down, trying not to look at his face. But he grabbed your chin, dragging you back to him, making you open your glazed eyes, making you see his excited expression.

“Look at me, noona.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jungkook held the front of your panties and pulled, hard. You had to choke back a moan, the fabric nearly ripping, rubbing harshly against your clit. You felt the squelch of you getting wetter, hearing it clearly as he yanked at it, stimulating your clit.

“Tell me you don’t like it, noona,” Jungkook whispered hotly, letting go of your chin. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

You spread your legs involuntarily, trying very hard not to make a fucking sound, but it was already obvious by your fists clenched against the desk, your widespread legs, and your pussy lips practically sucking your panties in, so much so that they nearly disappeared into you.

Jungkook snuck a glance down, gasping softly at your glistening pussy being tortured by your panties. He dropped to his knees and you had only one second to be confused before Jungkook’s tongue licked up your slit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out, leaving your sounds limited to muffled whimpers as he lapped at your juices, groaning into you. Your entire lower body vibrated as he teased your covered clit, smushing the fabric into your deeper, rougher. Your hips strained, trying to hump his face but only digging your panties into you harder.

You removed your hand from your face, biting on your tongue to regain some semblance of thought so you fucking talk.

“T-take it off…” you gasped. You looked down, seeing his mischievous eyes above your quivering mound, licking his lips slowly, pink tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.

Jungkook raised his hand.

Smack!

This time you had to actually shove to knuckles into your mouth and mute your squeal as pain radiated through you, your pussy stinging. He slapped you again, right on your clit, hard, making your throw your head back and nearly hit the desk, hips raising to meet him. Oh, God. He pressed his finger against your aching clit, rubbing hard, standing up to bend over you, an impossibly strong presence as he pleasured you.

“Say it, noona,” he breathed. “Tell me you like getting your pussy spanked.”

He was rubbing your clit so hard that you felt your hips raise into it, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Say it or I’ll stop,” he warned menacingly, voice so low it ripped through you.

You tore your knuckles out of your mouth. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, Jungkook, I love it when you spank my clit, fuck, please, fuck.” The words came jumbling out in a rushed, half-panicked whisper, cut off by your sharp gasp as your orgasm clawed into you. You felt Jungkook slap his free hand over your mouth, shutting off your wail as your throbbed into his hand, turning into helpless whines as he spanked your clit hard and fast, accentuating your high with waves of sudden, aching pain. You pushed his hand away, pressing your head against the desk, gasping.

“Harder, please, Jungkook, harder.”

He was staring at your fucked-out face, massaging your throbbing pussy with his palm, coating his fingers with your cum. Your voice a thin moan, hips rutting into him.

“Believe me, I want to,” he snarled. “I want to so fucking bad, noona, but we’re already loud enough and you’re making a fucking mess.”

He pulled your panties down, nearly useless at this point and roughly shoved two fingers into you. You gasped, tongue lolling out and he took the chance to put two fingers of his free hand into your mouth, rubbing your wet tongue. You could feel every joint, the calluses of his fingertips as he thrust them into you, slopping, wet sounds accompanying his movements.

“Fuck, look at you, noona, sucking in my fingers, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jungkook murmured, centimeters away from your face. “I haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet and you’re already taking me so well.”

If you could think, you probably would have a snappy response, but Jungkook was stuffing his fingers into your mouth and scissoring the others inside your pussy, driving you insane. You made eye contact with Jungkook, him and his blown-out pupils, his lips trembling as he rammed his fingers into your holes faster, harder, sliding you up the wooden desk. Something inside you snapped and you squeezed your eyes shut, your body shaking as you came again, trying to yell, but unable to because Jungkook shoved his fingers into your throat, making you almost choke if it wasn’t for your own expertise. An embarrassing amount of liquid poured down his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. You clamped your legs shut, burying his hand, hips jerking as the aftershocks rippled through you.

You heard Jungkook swallow loudly, jaw tight. He slowly pulled his fingers out of both holes, strings of bodily fluid following him as he did so. Your shaking knees were barely holding your lower body up, jeans constricting your calves and your upper body way too fucking hot.

You laid back on the wood, trying to catch your breath. Was it a fucking cliché? Probably. You felt Jungkook lift himself off the desk and you closed your eyes, chest heaving. Of course. He was just going to leave you like this, tearing your secret out of you and then leaving to boast about how he turned the head Calculus I TA into a helpless, submissive puddle of goo without even actually fucking you. Why did you even bother–

You suddenly felt the desk creak and snapped your eyes open to Jungkook climbing onto it, straddling your chest, unzipping his pants right in front of your face. His slicked hair was becoming unfurled now, more and more dark strands falling down around his ears. His brow furrowed, eyes so wide and focused you weren’t even sure he was actually looking at you.

“Uh–”

He reached in his black boxer briefs impatiently and pulled out his thick, leaking cock. Your eyes widened and his found yours, glittering with arousal. A smear of pre-cum grazed your cheek as he adjusted his position to push the red, bulbous tip against your lips.

“I want to fuck you, noona, but you have to clean me up,” Jungkook breathed, gently asking you but also trying to greedily push his dick into your mouth.

You could say something, but somehow you concluded you were going to be muffled anyway, so you opened your mouth, tongue snaking out and licking the head. Flat, wide, and all over, coating your tongue with his pre-cum, moaning at his taste. Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lower lip, hissing softly as he spread his legs even more, lowering himself slowly into your mouth. You licked around his cock before closing your lips and sucking, growing wet as he thrust his hips into your mouth, slow and steady, eyes closed. You reached up to hold onto his thighs, whimpering as you felt his muscular quads through his pants. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, sliding his cock in a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, noona, so fucking sexy, taking my cock like that,” he groaned, reaching down and pushing your hair out of your eyes. His dark hair hung down, framing his face in shadow, making your pussy throb at the image. “Makes me want to fill all your holes up, makes me want to coat you with my cum and see you covered in it, messy and dirty with me.”

You couldn’t say anything so you just whined, nails digging into his covered thighs.

“You want that?” His voice dropped several octaves again. Your skin prickled hotly with every word. “You want me to jack off all over you and leave you a mess covered with my cum?”

You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for friction, now moving your head to suck harder, rubbing the tip fiercely against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck,” he gritted out. He tapped your hand hurriedly, eyelids fluttering. “S-stop, stop.” You whimpered, sadly looking up at him. He chuckled, rubbing your knuckles soothingly.

Look here you little shit, you can’t say all that dirty stuff and not expect me to be horny, your eyes were telling him.

“I know, I know,” he purred. “But I want to fuck your pussy and office hours are almost over…”

You glowered at him, but reluctantly unhinged your jaw, opening your lips. He slid out, gasping, hitting you in the chin and getting the front of your sweater wet.

“You’re a jerk,” you muttered as he climbed off you.

Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry, noona.”

You shook your hair and reached into your backpack, pulling out a condom, only to turn around and see Jungkook pulling one out of his back pocket.

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “You’re prepared.”

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew what I was coming for.”

A muscle in your brow twitched as he tucked his tongue in his cheek, grinning widely at you as he ripped it open and slid it on slowly, rolling it down his thick cock. His voice changed, dipping raspy and low.

“Turn around.”

Part of you wanted to fight, but then you spied the time. You rolled onto your stomach, sighing exaggeratedly as your legs tangled a bit in your jeans. You felt Jungkook’s presence behind you as he bent over your back, hand sliding over your lips and covering your mouth.

“Sigh all you want, noona,” he growled, chuckling as you shivered. “Just don’t scream when I’m fucking you.”

Your eyes widened as you felt the head press against your puffy pussy lips, pushing in forcefully, expanding your tight little hole as his cock entered you, his moan against your ear, your name dripping with lust. Both of you still mostly clothed, but his cock sliding deep, deep inside you, his teeth on your earlobe. Your walls throbbed around him, squeezing him. He gasped, jutting his hips experimentally into you. A stifled moan sneaked past his fingers, your tongue licking them lightly.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Nice and tight for me, bent over this desk.” He nipped at your ear, whispering softly as he began to fuck you. “What if someone hears you, whimpering for my cock, begging to be fucked?”

Your hands clenched into fists, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him pound you into the wood, deep and slow and far too perfect.

“Noona, what if someone sees you?” His voice like smoke, invading all your thoughts, threatening your dreams, cursing you with the feeling of his lips on your ear and his hips pounding your ass. “Proper, harsh, strict noona turning into a slut for this cock, bent over this desk and humping my hips so you can get this dick deeper inside you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and wiggled your ass against his cock. He thrust his hips harder into you, jerking you forcefully upwards, your thighs smacking against the desk. Light flickered in front of your closed eyelids and you opened them, seeing your phone screen glaring at you. A message from Jimin. Finish already! You struggled to say his name and Jungkook lifted his hand for a moment to hear your shaking breath.

“Jungkook,” you panted. “Time.”

He covered your mouth again. “You’re right,” he grunted, rolling his hips into you, biting back his moans as you clenched around him. The wet, slapping sounds became louder as he changed his angle, fucking you roughly into the table. It pushed your hips up and you clung onto the edge of the desk, moaning around his hand, tongue pressed flat against his palm as he fucked you with reckless abandon, beating a damn indent of the edge of the desk into your thighs. The dull ache was going to lead to a bruise, but you didn’t care, pushing your hips back to meet him. A choked wail vibrated in your throat as you came again, whole body lurching as he sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder, groaning as he came inside you, cock twitching and throbbing against your walls. You felt the condom expand, matched with Jungkook’s hiss as he pumped into you. You pulsed your pussy around him and he detached his mouth, whispering your name against your ear.

“You’re dirty, noona,” he rasped, the words so breathless they made you shiver. “I love it.”

You shakily reached up and peeled his hand from your mouth, gasping as he straightened to hold the condom and pull out of you. Fuck. Oh fuck. You scrambled for your phone, seeing Jimin’s text.

You better rush outta there, noona.

You heard the wet, peeling sound of Jungkook pulling the used condom off gingerly. You turned around, hissing at Jungkook before he threw it in the trash.

“Are you crazy?” you muttered, snatching it from him. “Someone will see.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “What else do I do with it?”

You glared at him and tied it up, grabbing some tissues and wrapping it inside. Then you shoved it in your backpack, along with your laptop, your tablet, the spare condom, and reaching over the desk to unplug your laptop’s AC adaptor so you could shove that in your bag too.

“Fuck, your ass is so sexy,” Jungkook marveled behind you.

“Jungkook, we have to get the fuck out of here, so pack your damn dick,” you ordered, yanking your jeans up. Squelch. You sucked in your lower lip in at the cold, uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties. You zipped your bag and checked around the desk to make sure you took everything. You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your back pocket, turning around to see Jungkook rezipping his pants. Thank God. You might have been tempted if he hadn’t listened to you. Then you remembered the two bits of condom wrapping on the floor and picked those up too, shoving them in your other pocket.

Jungkook smirked at you. “So thorough, noona.”

You scowled at him. Maybe he hadn’t been in this situation before, but you sure as hell have.

“Stay here for twenty seconds and then leave.”

Jungkook pouted at you. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“But I don’t even have your number.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ask Jimin. You two are in cahoots anyway.” You popped your head out, looking around. No one. You popped your head back in. “Also, you owe me new panties the next time I see your smug little face, you punk,” you added, tone irate.

He smirked at you; his long dark hair wispy around his playful eyes.

You gave him one last look before you tore your eyes away, rushing through every back stairway to get the hell out of there before someone could realize you just fucked a freshman during office hours, your slopping, torn-up panties reminding you with every step that you really needed Jeon Jungkook to fuck you again.

part ii

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