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marleyybluu · 8 months

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Boy, Bye

Spooky x black!fem!reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut central (with plot), flirting, mentions of drinking and drug use (relax it's just weed), smoking and driving (but don't be this stupid), Spooky being a nervous boy at the end, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap that bitch up we don't need any more crotch goblins jk), creampie because I'm a sick bitch, Spanish nicknames as usual, probably misspelling bcus I was high as shit writing this. lmk if i missed anything

A/N: This was inspired by Boy, Bye by Ari Lennox, her album age/sex/location is a banger I have rediscovered it and the idea hit me like a brick. I do wanna say I don't mention the readers skin tone or anything but she is a black woman bcus i mentioned a fresh set of braids. and black women should be the only ones wearing box braids, wigs, etc... in case yall forgot :)

Not my gif.

The distinct chatter of club patrons droned out of your ears as a persistent ringing replaced it. You sat at the bar, your back turned to counter and your elbows planted firmly on the surface. Just minding your business. Drinking your rum and coke.

"You look sweet like mangoes." A very hot and unwarranted breath invaded your space and it was a reminder as to why you didn't want to come out in the first place. Men were gross, they ruined everything with catcalls and what they think are sweet pickup lines. You turned your head to look at him, he flashed a drunken smile— his teeth crooked and filled with whatever he'd eaten before he got here. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the crowd.

He wasn't the first to approach you tonight, especially since you dispersed from your group to sit at the bar, your feet killing you from the stupid but cute heels you wore. "Sweet like mangoes huh?" You reiterated. He nodded leaning in closer as you leaned away. "Yeah. I know."

The man chuckled at your lack of a 'thank you.'

"Now why are you acting like that? Hm? A man can't get to know you?"

You wrapped your lips around your straw and sipped obnoxiously but he wasn't budging. "A man whose leftovers aren't in his teeth can get to know me." You bit. The man leaned back in disbelief, your comment seemingly sobering him up. "Well, fuck you then bitch."

You raised your glass. "You wish you could." That added fuel to the fire and he stormed off like a pissed off toddler. You smiled taking the last sip of your drink, turning around to place it on the bar, you needed a bit of time before you ordered another, might be the last before you go home. You hopped off the stool and grabbed your purse heading to the restroom, surprisingly there was no line but a few girls were hogging the vanity reapplying whatever makeup had come off. You shuffled inside the small stall and propped your purse on the hook of the door.

Once you were done handling business the women had disappeared and you had the sink to yourself, you washed your hands and dried them off with the paper towels provided, and you checked yourself out flipping your fresh braids to the side finding that was cuter than just having a middle part. When you were satisfied you headed back out putting a little pop in your hips. On your way back to your spot you noticed a man, a young man maybe about your age, sitting in on the seat next to yours. You shrugged and headed over anyway hopping back up without saying a word.

You pulled out your phone and noticed a notification from the group chat, one of the girls asking if you were okay and where were you. As you typed you remained oblivious to the stranger next to you, unaware of the little glances that he took at you. He tipped his head back as he drank from his Corona, you sighed putting your phone down. "You're good?" He asked, genuinely, to your surprise. You looked over at him and nodded. Your eyes analyzed whatever you could see in the shitty and low lighting. The first thing you noticed was the shaved head, not really your thing but it was cute on him, his bushy eyebrows raised in interest watching you examine him. He sported a small moustache and a goatee, the sides were clean-shaven, his slim and aquiline nose complimented him as well and with a nose like that, you wondered how the rides were on that face.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked breaking the silence, you'd accept it, telling him thanks and allowing him to wave over the bartender. You remembered seeing a whiskey sour on the little drink menu and ordering that while he ordered another Corona. He smiled at you, his cheeks so high it made his eyes squint, and you tugged at your bottom lip. "Don't worry I don't have any corny ass pickup lines like the rest of these putos." He reassured. You playfully dismissed him. "Eh, they aren't so bad." Lies.

He turned himself in the stool, his whole body facing you-- one leg on the footrest of the seat and the other on the floor. Your eyes involuntarily dropped down to his lap and quickly back up to his eyes. "Yeah? So, how come you pushed 'em all away?"

He'd been watching you?

"'Cause none of them bought me a drink." You flirted. "Oooh, so that's why I haven't gotten dissed yet?"

You shrugged. "Maybe."

"I can respect that."

Your drinks arrived and you thanked the bartender. He raised his bottle. "Salud."

"Salud." You copied. You took a sip and shook your head, damn that really is sour. He snorted at the way your face contorted. "Don't like it?"

"Didn't expect it to be that sour."

"I could get you a different drink."

You passed. "It's okay, I can handle it. Plus I wouldn't want one of your little girlfriends seeing you buy me more than one drink."

He rolled his eyes bringing his drink to his lip, "No girlfriends over here."

"Surprised."

"Why?"

You set your whiskey sour down and boldly stated, "You're way too fine to be alone." He turned his head away from you, a warm feeling spreading across his face but he couldn't let you see it. "Thanks, mamita." He responded turning back to your direction. "You sure your man won't fight me for buying you one? 'Cause I can put up a good fight cariño."

You tilted your head to the side, smitten. "No boyfriend's over here."

"Good to know."

— — Your once drastic and boring night was starting to look upward. Spooky, you found out to be his name, was good conversation. Yeah, he threw a corny line here and there but you actually liked them coming from him, he wasn't trying too hard he was just being playful.

Your eyes landed on the imprint on his neck, a crucifix tilted on its side with the name Santos etched down the middle. "Los Santos... hm are you?"

"Am I what?"

You leaned into him your hand finding its way to the side of his neck and gently dragging your nails on his inked skin. "A saint."

His eyes focused more on your lips. "More of a sinner." He mumbled. You giggled tipsily. "Boy, bye."

The DJ had announced it was the last song of the night, you looked at your phone reading 3 AM, your plans to leave early had been disrupted in the best way. Spooky noticed your attention detour. "Ready to go home?"

You sighed now not wanting the night to end. "Guess so."

"I could drop you home."

Your eyes sharpened, you didn't know him... but, fuck, you liked him enough to almost agree to it. "I don't know if I want a sinner dropping me home."

He put his hand over yours, the contact sparked a warm feeling in your lower belly. He guided your palm to his chest. "I'll be a saint,cielito, don't worry."

You laughed wholeheartedly. "That was so fucking lame."

"Made you laugh though."

It did.

You agreed to take the ride and while he paid for the drinks you texted the group:

Y/n: got a ride home ;) I'll talk to you bitches tomorrow.

They gassed you up for any potential activity tonight and hoped that you'd get home safely. Spooky got off first and held his hand out to help you down, he didn't let go as he led you through the crowd, he met up with the boys you assumed he came with and dapped them up with his free hand, his other one never letting go of yours.

Soon, you two were out the door, you lowkey stumbled through the parking lot, alcohol and heels were never a good combo. He helped you though. And you two arrived in front a Red Impala, your mouth twitched with fascination. "Nice car." You blurted out. "Thanks ma, worked on it myself."

"Damn, he's cute and a mechanic? You sure no one is crazy over you?"

He opened the door for you. "No, just you."

"I'm not crazy, yet." You pointed before sliding inside. He closed your door and headed over to his side. Your body was full of tingles, the feeling reaching your toes but you didn't know if it was the buzz from your drink or if it was him. Either way, you were enjoying this.

Spooky pulled off. You sighed and smiled lazily throwing your head back, you were floating— your body felt like it was flying through space. "You smoke?" He asked, you heard a lighter flicker and you shook your head. "I do, but I can't take anything else right now."

He shrugged and inhaled the THC, he reached for the dial on his stereo and turned up the volume, the music he was playing earlier resuming its beat. Sierra Leone by Frank Ocean serenaded your ears. "I love this song."

You hummed along to the slow tune. Spooky caught you in the corner of his eye, he smiled. He enjoyed the show and the company until he pulled up to your neighbourhood and into your driveway. You groaned, did he really have to go?

You notice him turn the car off. "You're not coming inside you know."

He smirked. "Don't worry, I'm just taking you to the door at least."

You slightly frowned, he left you for a few seconds before your door opened and he offered his hand once again. You successfully landed on your feet, your hand moulded with his and now it was your turn to lead him. Up the steps. You fumbled with your keys until you found the correct one, you felt nervous under his gaze. Those low eyelids undressing you, you just knew it. Your key slid into the slot and turned it unlocking your door. "Thanks... for the ride."

"No problem, ma." You looked up as he towered over you. His energy pulled you in, you were drunk but you weren't that drunk. Maybe he could come in for a little bit.

— — Clothes spread across your bedroom floor, the sheets sliding off the bed like melted cheese. You two were in a tangle of limbs, naked bodies pressed against each other, his nose brushed yours as he planted the softest kiss on your lips. Your hands flew to his flushed cheeks pulling him in with eagerness and at the same time, his slender finger running over your blue panties. You smiled against his lips. His kisses were so warm and passionate.

He used his fingers to tug at your panties, hauling them to the side. You whined feeling him run them between your wet folds, collecting and salivating your juices. He toyed with your clit, slowly and steadily, your hips bucking up to chase his touch. Ending your short misery a finger entered your heat, you gasped in the middle of your kiss and your eyebrows knitted together, your face reading 'finally.' You smiled hazily against his lips once he pulled it out and plunged back in with an additional finger. "Fuuuuck."

He skillfully curled his fingers up hitting that spongey spot, that sweet spot. You squirmed under him with pleasure and anticipation... desperation, for more. You sat up on your elbows looking down and seeing his fingers work their magic on you, your mouth fell open, pushing your hips forward once again. You just wanted more.

You looked back up at him. "You're so pretty when you make that face, cariño." He complimented. The heel of his hand brushed against your pulsing clit, you clenched around his fingers causing a smirk to appear on his face. "S-shit, please."

"Please what mi amor?"

For once, you were in no mood for foreplay, you were very slick and sticky with arousal. "Just fuck me, please."

He smiled shaking his head at your earnest request, he continued his teasing assault on your sweet spot, his lips connecting to your neck, your eyes rolling at the immense pleasure you were receiving. Your hand on the back of his neck holding him in place. "Yes... oh... yes!" He was pulling your orgasm closer and closer, your hips raised off the mattress. "I thought you just said you wanted me to fuck you?"

"I-I do."

"Doesn't seem like it now." He evilly chuckled. The sound of your pussy juice and your frantic whimpers went straight to his dick, his growing erection poking at your leg. "I'm gonna cum." You wept. Spooky slowly pulled out his fingers leaving you on the brink of an orgasm, you groaned glaring at him. He winked wrapping his lips around the fingers that were just inside you, he licked off your essence until his fingers were clean. You giggled dropping your head on the pillow.

Spooky pulled off his boxers and his dick sprung out with a wet thud once the tip hit his lower abdomen, fuck he was so hard, you drooled at the sight spreading your legs further apart. He wrapped his hand around his girth sliding his tip between your soaked folds before carefully pushing his length inside you. Your voice broke at the feeling of him against your gummy walls, enveloping every inch he had to give you. Your bottom lip finds comfort between your teeth, your head tipped back and your toes curled. His sack hits your ass as he bottomed out. Filled you to the brim.

Spooky held his position, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. His warm hands find solace on the back of your thighs, sliding up to the crook of your knee. You felt as he pushed your legs back, your knees touching your chest. He pulled his hips back and pushed them forward flush against your pelvis his coarse curly hair at the base of his shaft brushing against your clit, an additional sensation.

Your hands wrapped around his wrists as he rocked into you, giving you strokes you've never felt in your life. Your mouth fell open, breathless whispers leaving your throat, egging him on about how well he stretched you, how full you felt with him inside you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! That feels so-o good."

Spooky smirked looking down at you, your various love faces so beautiful being contorted with pleasure. He leaned down, your legs now planted on his shoulders, he kissed your nose and then forehead before pressing his against it. There was a mix of sounds-- his grunting, your erotic moans and the sound of skin on skin bounced off the walls, if you lived in an apartment they'd probably knock on the wall to complain.

You could feel yourself leaking, dripping, onto the sheets and coating his dick in your desire. "You're so fucking pretty when you're taking me, princesa. Eres muy guapa." He groaned, your head fell back, your high carefully approaching once again. Your nails left crescent shapes on his skin. "Shit! I like being inside you, you're so fucking wet, bebita."

Your walls constantly fluttered around him. He hissed and you smirked. "I know you feel that, fuck, I'm gonna cum for you."

His hand slipped between sweaty bodies, his fingers finding your clit once again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, his teeth nibble at your jaw. "Right there! Uh-huh, right fucking there!" Spooky pounded into you, hard yet maintaining rhythm. Your eyes are glossy with incoming tears, the overstimulation of it all. "Fucking squeeze me, mamita. I got you, cum on this dick."

His words tip you over and your body tenses up and your eyes fall into the pit of your skull. He felt every pulsation of your orgasm, his tip constantly hitting your spot. He held up his weight, his hands rested on your lower back fingers gripping your ass cheeks. His thrusts became sloppier as he helped your ride out your orgasm and his quickly approaching. "Oh my god," You hazily giggle. "Fuck! Yeah, use me to get yourself off, please. Cum wherever you want, baby, give it to me."

Spooky pushed in one more time, you faintly smiled at the feeling of his warm spend squirting inside of you. You were both out of breath, Spooky leaned back and sat on his knees with his softening dick still buried inside you. He helped take your legs off his shoulder and you mumbled in pain. "Shit... I mean I didn't expect you to actually fold me."

He laughed. "I said I was gonna do it." He spoke in reference to his warning earlier when you lured him into your house. He leaned down once again to give you an affectionate kiss. "You feeling okay?"

"More than okay." You confessed. "Good," He kissed your nose before pulling out, you almost pouted at the loss. "You're okay if I grab some water?"

You nodded telling him there were bottles in the fridge, he shot you a thumbs up and put on his boxers before he left, once he was out of your sight you let out a big sigh of relief and a very bright smile was sure to follow. You felt so giddy, butterflies were making their home in your nervous system. What the fuck was this feeling?

Spooky grabbed two bottles and made his way back upstairs, offering you one. You thanked him and sat up as carefully as you could. You caught a prideful smirk on his face. "Don't start." You warned him, he put his hands up in defence.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked out of the blue. "Not much, why?"

"Uh, I'm not one to overstep my boundaries and it's up to you, really, but do you want to get something to eat?"

You nodded. "Of course. Any places in mind?"

"There's a... breakfast bar... downtown." He sounded more nervous with that statement. You blushed. "Breakfast? Oh, so you want to spend the night with me, Spooky?"

He suddenly felt like an idiot, he was very much a one-night stand or a friends-with-benefits person but with you, he kind of wanted to see if this could go somewhere. "If that's cool with you."

You set your bottle down on the nightstand, you smiled propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You crawl over to him and kiss his temple, you go down to nibble his ear and whisper; "If you keep fucking me like that, I just might have to keep you."

He shivered, his dick jumped at the thought alone. Quickly the roles were reversed back his fingers intertwined with yours as he put you on your back.

"I better get to work then."

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carakook · 2 months

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Bloom. °˖✧✿✧˖°

"Please don't slam the door in my face. Please just let me talk to you for a bit, I promise I'll behave."

→ Chapters list ←

⚘2. Wild Flower

🔞For Mature Audiences Only🔞

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⚘Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

⚘Synopsis: Y/N attempts to cope with the end of the affair and stay firm in her decision to go no-contact with Jungkook. Jungkook, however, is a fucking mess, and it has barely been a few days. He is going insane. He knows this is for the best... but he also knows they both deserve closure. Y/N especially... she will never fully bloom without it.

⚘Genre:Forbidden love

⚘Word count: 2K+

⚘Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, emotional, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex (no smut, but it is talked about), mentions of pregnancy, mentions of toxic masculinity, mentions of arguing, let me know if I miss anything!

⚘Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story.

⚘A/N: Chapter two! This one is a bit short, but the next chapter will be much longer, this chapter is meant to give some context to their past and how things ended up this way. I truly hope you like it, and chapter three will be out shortly.

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♪Over - Lucky Daye (y’all this one is important, fits the vibe so well)

♪I bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

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That weekend, you’re in shambles.

Hundreds of missed texts and calls. All from him. All tempting you to run back to him like you always do. But you haven't answered. You can't, and you won't.

His texts range from saying things like,

"I'm sorry. Can we please just talk?"

"Now you're leaving me on read? What the fuck?"

"I'm going crazy. Please talk to me."

"I want to hate you right now. Fuck."

"I do fucking hate you. I regret you."

"That was a lie, I could never hate you, I love you, so fucking much. I don't regret anything with you."

"You haven't blocked me and I can see you reading my messages so I'm not gonna stop until you answer me."

"Fuck wait, don't block me, please don't."

"Please Y/N."

It stopped there. The last plea and you left it unanswered. Because with each message he sent, even though you didn't text him back, you sent a tiny piece of your heart his way. He just doesn't know it.

If you weren't hurt, you'd find this entire thing so fucking amusing because, clearly, the man is losing it. He's acting like a desperate teenager who is overly attached to his girlfriend. Like a lost puppy. A man-child who's too persistent for his own good. So cute.

Except for the fact that you're not his girlfriend. You're his mistress, and oh fuck, that label leaves such a dirty and disgusting taste in your mouth.

He would never address you as such. As a matter of fact, as you're laying on your couch drowning in your own self-pity and a bottle of cheap wine, he remains in his second apartment, thinking precisely the opposite.

Thinking about the fact that you were never a mistress. You were so much more. As fucked up as it sounds, you were more than his wife is to him currently. He's never felt so loved, but also never loved someone so damn hard. You own his soul, and he's panicking at the thought that he'll never get it back. You've run away with it and refuse to let him in enough to steal it back.

But the thing is, he doesn't want it. He wants you to have it. If he could, he'd wrap it up in the most expensive wrapping paper, decorate it with stickers and bows, and hand it to you. But you stole it; you didn't give him the chance.

You didn't mean to. Fuck, you didn't want it. You don't even realize how much he loves you. You refuse to realize it because it'll only make it so much more painful. It's easier to believe that he loves his wife, not you. That he'll stay with his wife, not you. That he'll be happier with her, not you. It's so much easier because, despite the bitter pain in your heart, your one wish out of all of this is his happiness and well-being.

You know nothing about his marriage. Jungkook realizes this now. He never intentionally kept his marriage from you, but it was so easy to just forget about it when he was with you.

Because he wants to forget.

He once loved his wife and thought for sure he would never love anything or anyone more than her. They were young and in love, married each other while they were fresh out of college like dumbasses. He was a lovesick boy with her. He thought she was the prettiest, most precious thing ever to exist.

Until things changed.

After college, she changed. She has always been more mature, ever since they first met. But she created this power dynamic between her and Jungkook; she saw herself as more than him. She started looking down on him because of his choice of career... because of his choices in life in general.

One thing about Jungkook is he listens to no one. He's a selfish man in some ways and does not give a shit about anyone's opinion. But she was his wife. So it created some tension when she expressed she didn't want him to be some indie photographer; she wanted him to do something better with himself. She wanted him to try and make it big, like some sort of Hollywood hotshot working for celebrities, because he damn sure has the talent.

But he wanted something much more simple. He just wanted to take pictures. Of anything, everything, for anyone. He told her he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't waste his years of college to do something he didn't want to do. He didn’t drown himself in student debt to end up unhappy. Regardless of the money, he just wanted to capture the beauty in other people.

He has his own little business, and it does well. So well that his wife could stop working if she wanted to and continue living her lavish lifestyle. He's one of the most loved photographers in Seoul, but that's all. People enjoy the fact that he's humble and keeps things simple while providing them with photography skills that you can't get anywhere else.

His wife doesn't like this.

She wants more. Always wants more.

It was the first time he denied her wishes.

And it was the first time he realized that maybe this woman was not what he had thought she was all the years he had been with her.

The dynamic switched quickly. He went from lovesick puppy to stray dog, constantly feeling like he didn't belong with her, like he didn't have a place with her anymore. But he married her, dedicated several years of his life to her, and didn't wanna leave her. Marriage is hard sometimes… surely they could overcome it.

That’s what he thought, anyway. But as time went on, it became clear that this wasn’t just a rough patch. God, he fucking wishes so badly that it was just a rough patch.

The one thing that made him start thinking impulsively was the bomb she dropped on him shortly before he met you.

"No, Jungkook, I don't want kids. Not now, not ever, so drop it."

"Woah- what? We've talked about this before baby... I don't understand. What changed your mind?"

"You. I'm content with what we have, and I don't want to focus on some mini-Jungkook running around and causing chaos in my future. We're fine as we are."

That was the day that he realized, holy fuck, I don't love this woman anymore. This isn’t just some rough patch. She is not the woman he fell in love with years ago… maybe she never was.

Because he had the same thought but the polar opposite, her words stung him in a way he'd never felt. He has always imagined a mini-her running around, and it made him swoon. It made him feel so many warm fuzzies inside. But she clearly didn't feel the same. And the fact that she would view a child made by them both as a nuisance just because it was his? That broke his heart.

Kids have always been such a huge deal to him. He loves them. He is a huge kid himself. He's always wanted to be a dad one day and always imagined it would be with his wife. He used to fantasize in college about it, about his little babies running around while he made his little family breakfast; she knew it, too. She knew he wanted kids, and she always fed into these fantasies, adding onto them and making them seem real and plausible.

But it never was real. It was all an illusion to keep him under her leash.

She never wanted kids. She just wanted to keep him.

And he knows that now. It makes him sick.

After that conversation, he quickly put up barriers with her. Although he couldn't bring himself to divorce her, he distanced himself. And she didn't even notice, which is what gave him the confidence to pursue you.

He just wanted to feel something. He couldn't even touch his wife anymore. Couldn't even get hard by her. And she humiliated him for it. She made him feel like he was broken and gross. Dirty. It's similar to your feeling but in a completely different context.

And she wasn't willing to help, either. He had tried to confide in her, be honest, communicate. He tried to work it out, wanted to find ways to make it work, wanted to be able to touch her again. He offered couples counseling and maybe a doctors visit to make sure his junk wasn’t broken like she swore it was. But the moment she saw he wasn't hard for her like he always had been? She, too, put up her walls. She distanced herself and never mentioned sex again. Hardly even looked at him in such a way.

He wouldn't doubt if she was cheating, too. In fact, he knows in his gut that she started cheating on him way before he did on her. He doesn't have the balls to confront her either, considering he feels he's the reason for her straying away. He can't give her what she needs. He feels like he's not good enough for her. For anyone. Not even for you.

It's a mess.

So that night he saw you at the club, dancing with your friends, that sweet smile on your face that could end a war, he wanted you. Oh, he wanted you so bad.

At first, it was just lust. Seeing the way that you moved, so sensual and sinful, but mixed with that innocent smile? It was a deadly combination that left his dick twitching.

Never once did he think it would be a constant. He was sure it'd be one time, which is why he didn't disclose his marriage to you at first.

It was thrilling for him. He knew it was wrong; he felt like a child who was sneaking out and doing shit behind his parent's back, stealing cookies from the cookie jar. But he hadn't felt a thrill in months, hadn't been touched in months, hadn't even been looked at in months.

So when you noticed him staring, and your cheeks turned faintly red under the club lights? And you tried to look away? But then he saw you whispering to your friends and panicking, whisper-yelling, "He's so hot- he's looking at me- oh god, I'm gonna puke, look at him!"

Yeah. That was what he needed. He needed someone to stroke his fragile little ego that his wife tore to fucking shreds. And your over dramatic, yet sweet reaction? It made him so fucking cocky.

One time. Just once. Just a little taste to keep me sane. That's what he told himself.

But when he finally got that taste of you? When he saw the way you looked at him while he was above you? The way you whined when he kissed you? The way you acted like you'd never been touched before? And then when he felt you? Felt how tight you were, felt how much you wanted him, how you seemed like you had not been with many men? It did it for him. It started an addiction.

You made him feel wanted in a way his wife didn't. In a way that she never did.

You healed a part of him while also causing him to grow. To flourish. To become himself again.

He doesn't even care if it's sinful circumstances. He's just thankful for you. So fucking thankful. When he dies and gets sent to hell, he will personally thank satan himself for giving him the ability to sin with you.

Maybe in hell, he can even have you.

He knows that even with all of that, it doesn’t make what you’re both doing right. No matter what excuses his mind conjures up, none of it is ok. Cheating is never ok. He should’ve never pursued you. He should’ve never kept it going. He should’ve never even been in that fucking club that night. Or, he should have fessed up. Should have told his wife, left her, fuck, he should’ve done something different.

He should’ve saved you both. But he didn’t. Because he’s selfish. And he’s so fucking scared.

And even then, he could never regret you. Never.

This is why, as he sits in the bedroom of his second apartment, staring directly at the perfume bottle that fell out of your purse and onto his floor as you ran away, he made a decision.

One that he wasn't happy with.

He's a coward. He feels as if he can't leave his wife. There are so many reasons as to why, but the main one is that he's in so deep with her. Has a whole life with her. She's part of him. So he can't leave her. He wants her to leave him. And he secretly hopes that one day, she will. It’s selfish, wrong, but that’s how he feels.

However, he can't let you leave without making sure you know how much he loves you.

It's fucked up. He knows it is. He knows that when you love someone, you'll do anything to be with them. But he's a coward.

He still loves you, though. Loves you more than he even understands. Right person, wrong time. And it’s so fucking painful.

So he gets his shit together. He takes a shower, shaves, makes himself look less of a mess, and starts making his way to your apartment without announcing himself.

He knows if he tells you, you'll refuse to let him in. He knows you're trying to move on. And he wants to help. But he can't let you go until you understand the extent of his feelings.

And maybe, just maybe, has one last taste.

This is something you don't expect him to do at all. He's never pushed himself on you. He's never been the type to show up without an invite, or at least a little heads up first.

Which is why when you hear a knock on the door, you don't think anything of it. You ordered pizza. The best heartbreak food. So you grab your wallet and pull out a some cash, swiftly opening the door and saying with a pout and sniffle,

"Keep the chan-"

That's not the pizza guy. Nope.

That's him. And fuck, you feel yourself melting. Your heart turns to molten hot lava and burns you from the inside out.

He smiles sheepishly, and he holds out a single flower. He didn't buy it. It's a tiny little purple wildflower that looks a bit wilted, much like yourself. Pitiful. And clearly, he picked it on the side of the road on his way here.

This is the kind of shit that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, the guilt is worth it.

"Please don't slam the door in my face. Please just let me talk to you for a bit, I promise I'll behave."

"Leave."

You swiftly say as you begin to do exactly what he asked you not to. You honestly weren't going to do it; you were already thinking that if he asked you to stay, you would. But then he said that, and it brought you back to reality.

But he doesn't let you.

His arm darts out, holding the door from shutting entirely. He pushes it open, steps in quickly, closes it behind him, and looks at you with an intense desperation you've never seen before. Looks like a lost fucking puppy, or maybe a puppy who’s been put outside by their owner.

A lost puppy for you… a stray dog for his wife.

And then he gets on his fucking knees and begs.

Looking up at you, with the tiny purple wildflower, still in his hand, it drops down to his side in defeat. He's gripping it so tightly that it's losing its life quickly. The same exact way he’s clinging to the connection you share as if he’ll die without it. But much like the little wildflower, he’s sucking the life out of you.

His other hand grabs yours and squeezes. He says with a weak voice,

"Please. Let me do this. We need closure, and the last time we saw each other was not it. I'm fucking begging you to let me in just for tonight. And then I'll let you go."

As he holds your hand, you can't look at him. Instead, you look at the tiny flower, the one that he's crushing in his palm. He's holding onto it for dear life without even knowing. Similar to you, once again. You're that flower.

You're wilted, bruised, bent, crushed. All because he's clinging onto you, sucking the life out of you, and you've let him. And if he asks, you're going to continue to let him.

But then the flower falls out of his hand. He lets it go.

Oh, what a fucked up way for god to tell you that he isn't going to stay. He isn't going to ask you to stay; he's really going to let you go tonight.

So, as you stare at the flower, which is now on the floor, you murmur, "Alright."

You don't want to. But you're giving him the chance to let you go. Even though you wished he wouldn't.

He stays on his knees, as if he isn’t sure what to do now. As if he wasn’t sure he’d get this far… and honestly, that’s exactly it. He thought for sure you would kick him out and curse him for trying.

Or maybe, he thought you’d fight, too. And the fact that you aren’t fighting… it shouldn’t hurt him as much as it does. He’s the one who has put you in a position of constant guilt. But oh, how nice it would be if you fought for him.

“Jungkook, Jesus, get off of your damn knees. You look ridiculous.”

He blinks slowly. Yeah, ok, fair. His big ass on his knees begging like that. But god, he’d do it over and over again just for a little more time with you.

He’d let you spit on him and call him degrading names if it meant more time with you. And he’d even smile about it.

You both end up laughing at his dramatics a moment later, and it’s music to his ears… knowing that he can still make you smile even though he’s the reason you’re dying inside right now.

Closure. It’s what you both need. Just one more night to get everything unsaid out into the open… then you’ll both move on.

… right?

✧━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━✧

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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My Heart Has Gone To You - ljh (m.list)

tags: smut (minors dni!), angst, fluff, college!au, fwb, f2l, slowburn

warnings: see each chapter for individual warnings

w.c.: 42.1k

summary: for the record you and jihoon are NOT friends with benefits. your relationship goes way deeper than that.

a/n: this is the first big work i'm releasing and it actually means a lot to me so i really hope you guys enjoy it! also i'd like to note that there are twice members (twiceteen <3) and a couple other kpop idols in here so don't mind them lol

a/n 2: i have already wrote the whole series and i will be posting one chapter every week unless i get super impatient lol

tag: rru.mhhgty

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

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charmercharm3r · 2 years

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Can You Blame Me

HJS

Masterlist

wc: 10.6k

Synopsis: It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him you’re leaving him, he’ll always be at your feet. And you know it.

warnings: smut, switch!jisung, switch!reader, sexual explicit content, cheating, unprotected sex, face sitting, ass slapping, coming untouched, good ole' rough turned soft in bed type of thing, let me know if I missed anything else!

Part 7 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.

Jisung hates you. Always has and doesn’t think he’ll ever stop hating you.

He hates your cheerful attitude, your shiny hair that bounces and reflects the sunlight, your sweet voice that he can somehow pinpoint from across the room every. Single. Time. He hates how you never seem to have a frown on your face and how quick you are to help anyone that needs it. He hates the halo of white that never dulls no matter how many insults he throws at you, how you never get mad at him for it and never insult him back. He hates you with his entire being. But mostly, Jisung hates that all the things he despises about you is what he wishes he were. It was just a trick of luck that he’s also head over heels in love with you, not that he’ll ever verbally admit it.

Your paths seemed to cross rather often, completely unplanned. Working in the university’s library coffee shop meant you ran into loads of other students, however, Jisung had a regular routine that somehow aligned with your work schedule perfectly. He’d attend his first morning music theory class, catch the shuttle across campus to the library where he’d order his usual iced coffee, talk shit with his least favorite barista– you– then take a nap on the fourth floor until his alarm woke him from his slumber for his next lecture.

Neither you know how the banter started, you didn’t think you treated him any differently from other customers. Looking back, Jisung assumes he was having a bad day and your perkiness just rubbed him the completely wrong way and stuck with him ever since. You’d picked up on his lack of friendliness towards you rather late, not realizing some of the things he’d say under his breath and you accidentally heard was meant to bruise your ego, so you’d reply with something funnily sarcastic. Jisung would give you a strange look and walk away wondering if you were purposefully killing him with kindness or just flat out the densest person he’d ever met.

Today didn’t feel any different when the early afternoon came around and Jisung sulkily walked into the library cafe. You weren’t working the cash register this time but rather actually making the drinks and handing them off. The other barista taking his order didn’t realize he was a regular, having to actually remember his order and read it off to her made him stutter, “er– large iced– something? I think– uhm–”

“Large iced americano with an extra blonde shot,” you’d said over your shoulder to the cashier. Jisung’s eyes went wide upon hearing your voice, not realizing he was staring. “Don’t worry. I got you, you big brooding wolf.” When you shot a wink in his direction, he’d almost crumbled completely. He couldn’t find it in him to respond, hastily sticking his card into the reader to pay and shuffling into a corner to hide.

It annoyed Jisung beyond the comprehension of words, he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you call out his name to pick up his drink. In fact, he’d taken several minutes to even realize that it was ready. Finally coming up to get it, you were no longer there. Jisung had wanted to at least tease you for being so obsessed with him that you had his order memorized and he couldn’t even do that. He was about to leave when he noticed something scribbled on the side of the cup.

Your phone number and the dorkiest (cutest) smiley face he’d ever seen was drawn beside it. Jisung almost crushed the cup in his hand when from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of you leaving the library. With no plan, no idea what he was going to say, he ran to catch up to you. There was a sudden rush of people entering while he was trying to exit and almost lost sight of you.

You weren’t stupid. You’d known that Jisung wasn’t serious about any of the degrading and– probably– mean things he’d say. Something was telling you he did it to get a rise out of you, doing that thing that school boys did because they had a crush on a girl and didn’t know how to deal with the feelings that came with it. So you’d let it slide, let him talk down to you and hopefully make him see that no matter how often he did it, you didn’t care. Nevertheless, he was still attractive as fuck. There was no denying that Jisung was hot and he knew it, which is why it became even more fun of a game to not let him see you sweat.

The tables turned today, you caught him off guard and took advantage of that. It could’ve gone one of two ways, he’d text you or he’d run in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, it didn’t go like either of the two. You’d left in such a hurry after seeing him read your phone number on his cup that you didn’t realize he was chasing after you. Slipping through the crowd was easy, but you weren’t prepared to be run over with a bulldozer in the process.

Jisung fought against the current trying to reach you, just as he’d caught a break and dashed your way, someone cut him off. He lost his footing and crashed into you like a freight train. You were shoved forward and landed face first into the grass, all the while Jisung’s entire body weight crushed you beneath him. He didn’t even have the grace to save his coffee, tossing it somewhere nearby as he became a human boulder. As soon as he’d realized what just happened, Jisung clambered off of you and rushed to help you up.

“Oh– oh my god– oh my– this is not how I wanted this to go–” he slurred his words together in a hurry, the adrenaline making him lift you from the grass with little to no effort and dust the dirt off your clothes.

In all honesty, you were fine. Winded, sure, but other than that, unharmed. You couldn’t help but let this dark and gloomy man dressed head to toe in black readjust your outfit and get rid of any signs that he may have just shoved you into the floor. It was rather endearing. With no words, you just stared at him with delighted eyes.

“I– I’m sorry– seriously, I’ll pay for your laundry. Do you live on campus? I’ll wash them for you. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too badly? Shit, I’m sor–”

He rambled, pulling a loose leaf from your hair when you finally grabbed his forearms to make him stop. “I’m okay,” you smiled nicely. Jisung took a moment to reboot, short circuiting under your gaze before tugging away from your grasp.

“Yeah, well– serves you right. Getting in my way like that,” he cleared his throat and dusted off his own pants. Rolling your eyes, you reached down to pick up the now empty coffee cup and shove it into his chest, walking in the direction you were originally going.

For the second— third, fourth(?)— time that day, Jisung stuttered. He’d blinked away his confusion and followed. You weren’t walking very fast, nor looking back to see if he’d come after you, but he still felt his face growing hot at the idea of having a normal conversation outside of the cafe. So he walked next to you in silence, looking down at you occasionally and catching a few milliseconds of you looking back before his shyness got the best of him and turned away. Without thinking of anything but your presence beside him, he’d tossed the empty cup into a trashcan in passing, finally mustering enough courage to speak. “I’m not brooding.”

“No, brooding is too nice,” you tilted your head up at him, a sly smirk curling the corners of your lips. The sun made your lipgloss glint, looking just that much plumper. How had he never realized how much you blush? The prettiest dusty pink tinted the tops of your cheeks and glowed under the natural light.

“I can be sweet,” was all he could come up with.

“Really?” Stopping dead in your tracks, you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

Something had shifted in him, you could see it in the way he couldn’t look anywhere but between your eyes and lips, flittering and quick. He was no longer giving you the cold shoulder, but rather leaning in every time you spoke. But for some reason, this just made you want to tease him more. “What, no snarky come back? Not gonna make me pay for your spilled drink?”

Hundreds of scenarios played out in Jisung’s mind. He hated how even when you were taunting him, you said it in such a polite manner. He wanted to (gently) strangle you, call you stupid for assuming that he’d automatically be a jerk. But he also wanted to kiss you and call you (lovingly) dumb for thinking he’d ever truly mean the rude things he says. “Actually, I want to show you something. Are you free later tonight?”

His invitation took you just as aback as you had to him earlier at the cafe. Jisung smiled triumphantly at your sudden loss for words. Swallowing the lump in your throat and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you said, “yeah. You have my number,” and began to walk away.

You had to hold yourself back from jumping in the air with joy, while Jisung was scratching the back of his head with a stupid smile on his lips. You were rounding the corner out of sight when he looked down at his hands and found them empty. “Shit.”

Out of sight. He ran after you again and all but slid around the corner of the building.

“Dumbass.” A sharpie twirled between your fingers as you leaned against the brick wall, waiting for him to realize the same thing you had.

Jisung was at a loss for words again, dumbfounded as you pushed off the wall and skipped back towards him. The feeling of your skin on his for the first time almost had his heart skipping a beat, taking his hand in yours as you slid the sleeve of his jean jacket up. Jisung hoped you couldn’t feel him trembling while you wrote your number on his wrist. It was the doodled heart next to the last digit that knocked the wind from his lungs. He could only watch your pretty fingers cap the marker and stride off without another word.

You’d just reached your dorm as your phone chimed, an unknown number texting you a time, building, and room number. When you replied, all they said was, brooding and sweet can create beautiful things.

That night was the first time you’d visited him at the studio, certainly not the last. When you questioned him why you were here at 10 p.m. with almost all the lights off besides a few decorative and– hardly– tasteful LED lamps that provided ample mood lighting, Jisung fired right back at you, “you never asked me what my major was. Music production, just so you know.” It suddenly made sense why he needed all the caffeine.

Looking around the room, there wasn’t much. Where he sat, there was a desk riddled with various boards that had even more buttons on them all connected to his laptop, which was also hooked up to the TV that hung above his head. Behind that, a leather couch that looked less than comfortable minus the accent pillows that you could tell was placed there by whatever other person had the same idea as you did– this place was a man cave.

Jisung smirked at your anxious twisting of the doorknob as you stood still in the doorway. “Sit,” he gestured to the couch. Raising an eyebrow at him, you listened, shutting the heavy metal door behind you and sitting quietly. “Good,” the praise slipped from his tongue just as he turned back to his laptop. You wanted to roll your eyes, not that it’d do any good if he couldn’t see it.

“What did you want to show me?” Your voice was much softer than when you would bicker at the cafe, smoother now that there was no bustling of caffeine-deprived college students.

He stayed quiet for a second, typing and clicking away until he spun abruptly to face you. “Wanted your opinion on something. Be honest–”

“I always am.”

“What did I just say? Be honest, sweetheart,” he blinked at you slowly, assessing the way your nose scrunched in disbelief.

“Are you saying I’m a liar?”

“I’m saying, say what you actually think. Not what people want to hear.”

You bit your lip back, finding it sort of funny how quick Jisung was with his words. When the corners of your lips twitched upwards, so did his, making a triumphant smile spread across his face. He bared his pretty white teeth in a sly manner, knowing he had the upper hand. “How long have you been waiting for that one?”

“Mmm, a while.” The giggle that escaped you resulted in one from him, as well. You’d never heard him laugh, not a real one, at least. How gentle he sounded, if you weren’t so used to insult after insult, you’d have mistaken him for a ray of sunshine. It was comfortable, the silence that followed as he dragged one file from his laptop to the TV screen.

It dawned on you that you hardly knew this boy, how much could your opinion truly mean coming from someone who hadn’t the faintest idea of the inner workings of music production? Like he could smell the hesitancy dripping off you, “I need unbiased ears.” He snuck a peak back at you from over his shoulder, waiting for your approval to continue. When you nodded and sat back, Jisung repressed another smile and clicked play.

The song began with single piano notes and his voice speaking as though from over the phone, slightly muffled and sensual. “Just tell me ‘bout you,” the lyrics sang softly, then the backtrack began to pick up into something a bit more energetic but still… sad, in a way. There were no more lyrics, just the melody and rhythm that made you tilt your head. Jisung was now half facing the couch, partially out of nerves that you’d hate it and the other part because it was you judging his music. You stared up at the screen as you watched the recording fade to press-to-play position again when Jisung anxiously cracked his knuckles.

“You said you wanted honesty,” you subconsciously kicked off your shoes and brought your knees to your chest. Jisung nodded, twiddling, bouncing his knee lightly. “I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

When you didn’t continue, he urged, “that’s it? You just liked it?”

“It’s cute–”

“Cute?!” Jisung cut you off before you could keep going with your review. “Of all things, you say it’s cute? Please think about expanding your vocabulary,” he scoffed, swiveling back to face his computer.

“If you’d let me finish,” you grabbed the back of his chair and forced him to turn back to you again, “it’s cute.” The look of annoyance and disbelief littered his expression as he sighed. “It makes me feel like those coming of age movies where you see someone from across the room and just sort of…” Your words trailed off, unable to describe the sensation that you felt listening to it.

Jisung’s features softened, already feeling guilty for jumping the gun on you. Instead of repeating that, he waited and listened. “It’s like there’s a filter on it.” He almost burst into flames at the blush that rushed your cheeks again.

“Filter?”

“I can’t really explain it,” you admitted, brushing a strand of hair back and pulling your knees closer. “Y’know– the color palette over the scene when the two love interest’s eyes lock for the first time? It’s not sparks, but just a kind of–”

“Filter.” The way he repeated the word made you stop to look at him, only to find Jisung already staring back with pupils larger than plates. You told yourself it was just the dim lighting, your mind was playing tricks on you. He wasn’t getting closer, he was just trying to read your lips as you talked.

“Y– yeah,” you choked. Jisung didn’t stop, slowly rolling in his chair to knock his knees against the edge of the couch. You could feel his body heat radiating against the small part of you that was near him, already becoming flushed in the temperature yourself.

He hates you, he reminds himself. He hates you, you hate him. He hates you, he hates you, he hates you.

So why can he smell your perfume and feel your breath tickling his skin?

“It–” you lost your train of thought, eyes only concentrating on how soft his lips looked. “It makes things look…” he suddenly brought his index finger to your chin, lifting your head to gaze into his eyes. “Prettier.”

The feeling of his lips pressing against yours knocked the air from your lungs for the second time that day. Warmth spread through your body even hotter at the contact, knuckles going white as you restrained yourself from pulling him in closer. Jisung didn’t rush, didn’t do anything but simply place his lips on yours and yet, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones.

It took everything in him not to shove you further into the couch. He could feel you tensing as soon as he’d laid a finger on you, almost afraid that you’d vanish into thin air if he went any further. So he pulled away, albeit reluctant. The sound of your lips disconnecting almost felt like an awakening of some sorts, the nervous look in his eye replacing the one that was so confident before kissing you. You left him speechless when you reached out for his neck to pull him in again, hungrier this time.

A newfound fire burned in your stomach when Jisung matched your energy into the kiss, tangling your hands in his air as he unlocked your legs and positioned himself between them. When his teeth nipped at your bottom lip for entrance, you gave it to him instantly. It was breathless, not sloppy but not coordinated, either. The two of you danced around one another as if on eggshells, not wanting to push too far. Your hands dropped lower, pulling him deeper and mindlessly slipping one under the collar of his shirt to wrap around his shoulder, nails raking the skin as you silently begged for more. That was all you did when Jisung suddenly tightened his grip on your thighs and pushed you away in one swift motion, shoving the chair into the desk as he stood.

Lips swollen and out of breath, you wanted to shrivel up into the couch and never be seen again. His expression was unreadable, not seeming angry but certainly not pleased. Whether it was out of fear or exhilaration, you didn’t know what possessed you to ask, “did I do something wrong?”

“Did you–” Jisung paced in the cramped space between the desk and the couch, “you didn’t do anything wrong. You could never do anything wrong.” It came out more sarcastic than he intended, making you wince at his sudden change.

The question ignited something in him, an existential crisis of sorts that caused him to tug at his own hair. If he hated you before, he loathed you now, not even bothering to hide it as he attempted to compose himself. Jisung forced himself to slow his heartbeat, leaning against the edge of the desk and taking deep breaths. He finally turned to look at you, catching your stare on his forearms. Tracing where you couldn’t turn away from, he noticed his veins protruding down to his hands that were harshly gripping the table. Jisung felt himself smiling, almost forgetting about his outburst and letting out a soft chuckle. Your eyes glistened, glazed over as you found his. “You’re perfect,” the words were all but spat.

A sigh of confusion left your lips, “you’re giving me emotional whiplash.”

“You’re too perfect. Stop it. Stop being like that.” He let himself slump into the rolling chair again, suddenly drained of energy.

How were you supposed to take that? It wasn’t like he was confessing his love for you or proclaiming a vendetta against you, no. He was simply stating that you were perfect– whatever that meant. Still, you wanted to know more. It seemed as though he was in a mood for talking, now. “You’re not making any sense,” your voice stayed quiet.

“And you always make sense.” Jisung slowly spun so you were looking each other in the eyes again. Just a single look from you and adrenaline rushed through him. “I’m sorry,” his gaze dropped to his lap.

The puppy dog look he sported made you want to hug him, kiss him more, though maybe that wasn’t what he needed right now. So instead, you took notes from him and tipped his chin up with your finger, forcing him to look at you. Keeping your tone low, “I don’t understand. But that’s okay.”

You let him walk you home after that, let him plant a kind kiss to your forehead and feel him slip something into your palm as his lips met your knuckles before skipping away into your building. As soon as he was out of sight, you looked at what he’d left you.

A harddrive, unlabeled other than a single music note. Smiling, you tucked it into your pocket for safe keeping.

That was almost a year ago. Giggly, shiny, perfect you that he all but ruined in more ways than one. The way he reacted to your first kiss should’ve made you turn tail and run, but no. The savior complex in you wanted to try and fix him, make use of the potential that he showed every sign of having. Granted, he was great at first. There were many wonderful dates, he asked you to be his girlfriend, you did everything together. The two of you were the typical sun and moon relationship, he hated everything but you and you couldn’t help but be an absolute angel everyone despite that. Little did you know, that would be the beginning of your downfall.

Four months after Jisung officially made you his girlfriend, you agreed to work the cafe over winter break for some extra cash, also giving Jisung an excuse to stay on campus and work more on music. However, with the new semester came new employees. You were instructed to train the new hire, Felix.

Felix was handsome, sure. He was also clueless on how to make anything on the menu and needed to be taught from scratch. Not that you minded, business was slow since most of campus was on vacation. That gave you the opportunity to teach him in depth and let him take his time.

Jisung visited you often, spent more time in the cafe so that he could just be in your presence as you worked. He enjoyed watching you from afar, liked seeing you being your bubbly and helpful self.

Early on in your relationship, you’d also learned Jisung had a thing for pictures. He was obsessed with taking your picture or recording you doing the most mundane of tasks. That also meant he was even more enamored with pictures in the bedroom. Sex was common in your alone time, you being the one to rile him up most days just so he could fuck you six ways into next week. You somewhat took advantage of how quick he was to get annoyed. Blame your high sex drive.

Sex at your dorm, his dorm, sex in the (public) studio of the music department, wherever he could get his hands on you for teasing him so blatantly. Jisung had racked up more than enough pictures and videos to keep in his spank bank, safely locked away.

Ultimately, it was also the same banter that attracted him to you that was the catalyst for your never ending string of arguments. It was always Felix– because how could it not? Your new coworker was just that handsome and as kind as you were, Jisung found it impossible that you weren’t attracted to him.

You’d never picked up on your boyfriend’s jealous tendencies until after the second semester started up again. The more students that started coming back to campus meant the heavier your schedule got. More school work was being piled on top of your hours at the cafe, also including spending more time with Felix. There never seemed to be any other reason for your arguments other than your pretty black haired coworker. Either he was too close to you, you two talked too much, he made you laugh a lot, it was always something.

Jisung had come into the cafe for his usual nap at his new unassigned (assigned) table, you brought him his coffee and a kiss on the forehead. He smiled as you skipped back to work, looking at the cute doodles you still drew for him on his cup. It was things like this that reminded him of your love, however he couldn’t help the overpowering feeling of watching Felix place his hand on the small of your back to get around you. There was nothing else that happened to make him angry, nothing to make the jealousy arise within him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the boy, annoyed that his freckles decorated his cheeks and nose and how nicely his hair was always styled. In a way, Felix reminded Jisung of you, genderbent.

Twenty minutes later, your boyfriend would usually be KO’d with his head against the table, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from your coworker. Jisung didn’t even try to hide it, you realized and looked back and forth between the two. Felix didn’t seem to notice, which you were grateful for. It irked you, but you couldn’t tell why. He was making that same face he did when he invited you to the studio for the first time, awestruck as he reached for his phone and opened up the camera app, Jisung snapped a picture of the boy.

You couldn’t have dragged Jisung home any faster after you got off work. “Slow down, babe, you’re gonna tear my arm off,” he said as his footsteps stumbled to keep up with your pace. Even as you were speed walking back, you managed to slip your hand into his jacket pocket, intertwining your fingers together. Jisung squeezed your hand reassuringly, but you didn’t respond.

“Baby?” He nudged your shoulder with his, looking down at you as you walked towards his dorm.

“Do you like Felix?” The words left your mouth faster than your brain could process them.

It was like two worlds colliding, the anger he felt for you all those months ago and now the emotions he couldn’t quite understand as he watched you interacting with your coworker. None of it made sense, so his answer was at least honest, “I don’t get it.”

“Do you always take pictures of him when I’m not looking?” Your tone was that of dominating, not upset, which confused Jisung more. You weren’t the dominant type by any means, so the way you spoke to him now caught him completely off guard. When Jisung stuttered, you kept going, “be honest now, sweetheart.” The words flipped butterflies in his stomach, but not in the way they usually did. Jisung felt caught.

“No– I mean– yeah, no I don’t. Are you– are you mad?” It was entertaining, hearing him struggle to keep up with the interrogation.

“I won’t be if you show me the picture.”

Jisung stopped walking all together, taking your intertwined hands out of his pocket and tugging you back. His mouth was slightly agape, “what?”

“You heard me. Show me the picture.” You could feel his hand tremble at the request. But still, he indulged you. Pulling out his phone in his other pocket, Jisung kept looking up to make sure you were serious. The winter wind made his hair sway lightly, only adding to the dramatic effect of him taking his time to show you what you wanted. When he did, you all but stole the phone, flicking through his camera roll without a single protest from him– as if he wouldn’t have lost that argument either way.

It wasn’t like the pictures Jisung took of you. When he captured your image, it always was in moments where you were the least suspecting, not paying attention as he saved moments where he thought you were the most beautiful. The picture of Felix, upon further inspection, was almost fabricated. Zooming in, you could see the slight turn of his eyes to the camera, like he knew he was being watched. However, neither of you would’ve caught it if you hadn’t looked closer.

For some reason, you weren’t upset, handing the phone back to your boyfriend and taking his hand again. Jisung was silent, confused as you started to lead him back to the comfort of his room. “That’s it?” He treaded lightly.

“Mhm,” the smile on your face when you looked up at him told Jisung otherwise. But he didn’t push it, if you were going to drop it then who was he to challenge that?

If you weren’t so busy, maybe you’d have noticed the shift in your relationship. Maybe you did and just didn’t care enough. Maybe you would’ve seen your boyfriend taking your pretty black haired coworker under his wing, bringing him back to the studio late at night the same way he did with you. He was being kinder to you, bringing you flowers at work and buying you little things that reminded him of you. You should’ve known then once Felix started avoiding you at work, going as far as requesting to change his hours so they were the complete opposite of yours. If you cared more, maybe you’d have been more hurt.

Jisung always wanted what he couldn’t have, even extending to what he emotionally couldn’t bring himself to accept. He’d figured out half way through the second semester that he hated Felix, too, only because he and you were so alike. That made him want the boy even more. So he started off with making small talk with the barista, escalating into inviting him to work on music together. Jisung was never the best at keeping secrets from you, living on a strict honesty policy. When Felix kissed him, he ran back to you instantly. How wrong Jisung was, Felix wasn’t you. You’d never do anything to hurt someone else like that.

You threatened to leave him, obviously, however it was a weightless threat. He’d fallen to his knees as tears streamed down his face, cheeks lips growing puffy from the rapid blood circulation. Jisung gripped at your waist and held his face into your stomach, drenching your (his) shirt as he begged for you not to leave. “He kissed me! I– I swear! As soon as it happened, I left. I’m so– so– I’m sorry, I love you.”

He just made it so difficult to leave, you’d never seen him cry like this before. Your made-of-stone boyfriend was having an absolute breakdown, shaking and choking on his own saliva as you could do nothing but run your fingers through his hair. You stared blankly at the door of his room, not sure if you should get away or soothe him. It was like this a while longer, Jisung trying to catch his breath as he gripped so tightly to your hips that you couldn’t move an inch.

Eventually, he let you go enough to sit on the bed, still kneeling on the ground between your legs. The touch you let yourself indulge in had him cradling his face into your palm, tugging your calves to trap him in tighter.

Jisung didn’t look at you like he did that first night or how he looked at Felix. It wasn’t awestruck or dumbfounded, nothing like he was a child tasting chocolate for the first time. Now, as the stream of tears dried down red on his skin and his lips trembled slightly, all he wanted was to please you and worship the ground you walked on, show you that there would never be anyone else.

“It was a mistake.” Your voice snapped him from his trance. It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement. Jisung quickly nodded, cupping his hand over yours to keep you from removing it.

The hum you let out as you moved to caress him with both hands made him close his eyes, following your guidance to sit up higher mindlessly. Jisung being taller than you, he was just about eye level despite him being on his knees. Your fingertips ghosted around his face, grazing his lips, nose, cheeks, pushing back his hair from his forehead. He all but purred at the attention. “You’re such a pretty crier,” you confessed, smiling gently down at him. He didn’t open his eyes, attempting to control the single tear that wanted to fall again. Failing, Jisung held tighter onto your hand, still shaking. “He’s really pretty, too. Isn’t he?”

What were you getting at? Admitting to your crying boyfriend that you thought the coworker of yours he just kissed was pretty? After just telling Jisung he was pretty?

Jealousy is a powerful thing.

Jisung slowly opened his eyes again, eyebrows knitting together. “W– what?”

“Felix,” you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “He’s really pretty.” Stunned, Jisung couldn’t fight to keep you sat on the bed, watching from his spot on the floor as you sauntered over to his desk, picking up what he could only tell to be his phone. Everything was happening in slow motion to Jisung, your bare legs standing in front of his face again as you found the same picture of Felix that sparked this entire situation.

You didn’t bother showing the picture to Jisung. For all he knew, you didn’t even have the image opened. But that was the thing— he didn’t know. He didn’t know anything at this point, except for how much he wanted to make you feel the immense love he’d come to realize was all for you.

It crowded his chest, pushed his all too full heart into the palm of his hands and laid it at your feet, inches away from being stomped on.

So no, you didn’t show him the picture. It was all in good manner, though. He didn’t deserve to see the beautiful catalyst for your relationship’s strange dynamic shift.

“I— I don’t know what to say.” Honest, as always.

“No, of course not. You just run and kiss those you’re confused by, don’t you?” Jisung winced at your words, shrinking into himself more than he already had. His gaze ran down your legs until it hit the floor, not moving as you slowly tracked around his limp body.

“I’m not mad, baby.” His fingers twitched, not fully convinced.

Less to his knowledge, you were playing around with the camera settings on his phone, unsure if you wanted to use the flash, maybe the different filter settings? You twiddled his phone in your hand as you stood behind him, holding your finger over the capture button. With no warning, you gripped the back of his hair, yanking his head up and shoving the back camera of the phone in front of his face. The flash was blinding to both you and him, hearing the shutter go off and toss him with almost no force into the side of the bed.

It was cruel, you knew that, to be giggling at the vulnerability your boyfriend showed you as you examined the picture. His cheeks were extra puffy, eyes bloodshot and teary. The feeling was exhilarating, finally understanding his fixation with photos.

You created this image. You put him on his knees and made him beg, weep for forgiveness. Granted, the kiss was definitely his (and Felix’s) fault. But in the end, he always came back to you and this bed. The same bed you were now ordering him to sit in the middle of.

He did so without question, angrily sniffing and palming away a stray tear.

“Did you enjoy it?” The smile playing across your lips only irked him, knowing it was a loaded question. Jisung didn’t know how to answer you, especially when you couldn’t take your eyes away from the phone for just a second to look at him.

“Did you?” You asked again, raising an eyebrow in his direction. The weight of your side glance crushed him into the mattress, forcing a weak reply, “no.”

“No, baby? Why?” You stood at the foot of the bed now, shirt just barely covering your ass and thighs, making it hard for Jisung to keep his attention on your smug face.

“B— because he isn’t you.”

This answer pleased you, finally tossing the phone onto the corner of the bed and letting all your attention fall onto him. Countless times had Jisung been able to stare you dead in the eye long enough to make you squirm, but not now. The tables have turned dramatically, and now he was the one cowering under the pressure.

Tilting your head, you smiled your sweet, wonderful smile that made his stomach erupt in giddiness. Only now there was a lingering wicked feeling behind it. He knew he was in deep shit when you kneeled onto the bed and began crawling up the length of his body, forcing him back into the pillows. By the time you were face to face again, you’d refused to sit on his lap the way you usually would.

In fact, you’d refused to touch him at all, barely letting your thighs touch to keep you steady over his hardening crotch. Your hands kept you hovering above his lips, pinning him to the bed without laying a finger on his smooth skin, even when that was all he wanted.

All Jisung wanted was to feel you, touch you, have you tell him he’s yours and only yours. He wanted you to be mad about him kissing Felix and make him beg for you not to leave him. He wanted to know you still cared the way he knew you did back when you scribbled your phone number onto his arm (which he didn’t wash away for days because it was all he had to remind himself that you wanted him).

“He isn’t me, baby,” you’d repeated the words back to him, the nickname making his cock twitch in his tight jeans.

Jisung nodded in agreement pathetically quick, “he’s not.”

“No,” one hand came to run over his cheekbone, feather light, so soft he wouldn’t have felt it if he weren’t already so desperate. “And you won’t kiss him again?” Again, disgustingly fast he agreed with you, this time just a whimper leaving his lips.

You bored into his eyes with such an intensity that it made Jisung feel like he had to look away, embarrassed in more ways than one. As soon as he did, your gentle touch turned into a steel grip on his chin, forcing him to stare back at you.

“You’re mine, sweetheart.” Jisung crumbled into you, adoring the feeling of your skin on his despite how harshly you gripped his face. It was all he needed to hear before falling into your trap again.

“I’m yours.”

How easily the words slipped off his tongue, how he’d say them again and again until all you saw was him. Ironic, considering he was the one with the wandering eye. Even so, Jisung was selfish, but so were you.

The smirk that didn’t leave your expression told him that, coming in just enough to graze your lips over his, Jisung’s words catching in his throat as he awaited your kiss.

He’d closed his eyes in anticipation, wanting the sweet relief of his breath being taken away by the taste of your lipstick. And when it didn’t come, he opened them again to find you merely looking at him, reading him. Jisung gulped nervously.

“So greedy, baby.” The tip of your nose tapped against his as you whispered. “You just had a kiss and you still want more?”

Jisung whined again at the mention of his mistake, to which you let out a dark giggle. “I’m sorry,” he choked.

“I told you. I’m not mad.”

“Then why are you treating me like this?” His teeth grit as his emotions continued to run wild.

Raising an eyebrow, grip still firm on his chin, you sat back fully onto his now aching erection, the plopping sound of your bare ass hitting his clothed pelvis making him cringe in both excitement and anxiety. He let out a strained groan at your full body weight sitting on his lower section, heat from your cunt just covered in panties radiated through the fabric of his jeans.

The handle on his chin loosened and became soft, thumb softly running over his lips as your face pulled away from his. “Because I can.”

Throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut, Jisung let out a more impatient moan. As soon as his mouth opened, you took the opportunity to shove your thumb past his lips, so far in that he gagged. Still, he closed his mouth around your digit. And when he did, you allowed him the smallest bit of mercy, grinding your hips into his enough to get his chest to rise and fall quicker.

The roughness of his jeans against your cunt felt better than it should’ve. You were supposed to be angry with him, be upset that he just admitted to cheating on you even if it was unintentional.

But had it really been unintentional? He’d been leading Felix on for god knows how long. If anything, it was bound to happen and yet, you didn’t do a damn thing to stop it. The slick from your arousal was just too slippery, you couldn’t help the tumble in your tummy when he tried to roll his hips harder into yours. What a pleaser Jisung always was.

He started off slow, swirling his tongue around your thumb and eventually sucking on it, taking whatever you gave him. The whine he let out as he let himself enjoy his new role elicited one from yourself, Jisung’s eyes snapping open upon hearing it. Pupils dilated as if he had just stepped foot into a nightclub, you bit your lip to hold back the moans wanting to slip. He wouldn’t get the satisfaction of hearing you more— not yet anyways, not without using him while he was in this new headspace.

Halting your movements, you pulled your thumb from his mouth, a string of saliva following it down to where you rested your hand around his neck. With the slightest squeeze, you said, “I’m gonna use you and you’re gonna like it.”

Jisung nodded, “yes, yes,” black eyes pleading for you to continue.

“Say it.”

The command went straight to his cock, “please— use me.”

With his consent, your hand around his throat squeezed tighter, bending over to kiss the spot beneath his ear. The sound of your lips trailing across his skin sent Jisung reeling further into a submissive headspace, wanting to be played with, used, abused. He also knew you could never do that to him, that fact being the only thing keeping him remotely grounded to the small piece of dominance that lingered in him.

Letting you continue to kiss him everywhere (except his lips), Jisung relished in the feeling of you slowly taking away his breathing while your other hand rode his shirt up, exposing the skin of his stomach. How hot to the touch he could feel himself to be, your cool fingertips raising goosebumps along his flesh. The difference in softness of your lips compared to the grip on his neck made Jisung’s head spin, slowly but surely becoming due to the lack of oxygen. If he were to black out, he’s glad he’d be able to do it to the feeling of your kisses being peppered across his collar bones.

You’d let go of his windpipe to slip his shirt over his head, Jisung letting you undress him. He wished you’d move faster, finding your hips and pushing down to grind into his erection again.

You weren’t one for violence in bed, at least when you had to inflict it. Instead of the slap you wished you were capable of giving, you pinched his cheek hard.

Tears began to well in his waterline again, “ow! Why?!”

“Who gave you permission to touch?” He stopped his hands from guiding your cunt across his hard on, opting to leave bruising fingerprints into your waist instead. The frown that crowded his lips made you lean into his neck again, laying down more kisses that distracted him from the aching in his pants.

He was getting lost in the pampering, even if all you were doing was leaving short pecks over his chest and torso. It was exhilarating to him, nonetheless. Jisung loved how all it took was the littlest bit of your attention and he was on his knees time and time again.

Your fingers hardly brushed over his hardened nipples, making him cry out and shove his head deeper into the pillow. The palm of your hand made its way between your bodies, pressing firmly into his cock much rougher than you ever had before. Jisung couldn’t control the convulsing of his body, folding and whimpering.

“Sensitive now, are we, baby?”

Though you didn’t linger here for long, making your way back up to sit on his contracting stomach. With both hands, you slid your fingers into his hair and relaxingly carded through it. It’d felt like a breath of fresh air, the moment you took to let Jisung regain his composure before following through with what you had planned.

With eyes just as watery as they were before, he pleaded, “kiss me please.”

He just seemed so desperate, so in need of your lips that he looked as though he might die if he didn’t get a taste. But you found beauty in that, the neediness, the aggravation and frustration that came with not getting what you wanted because once you did, it was that much more satisfying. “No.”

“Please,” he begged again. To which you responded, “no.” Another whine sounded from him, but not in a bratty way (it was definitely bratty), but more like he was containing a sob that wanted to pour out.

Just when he thought you were going to lean in for a kiss, you dodged his lips and planted one on his forehead before standing up to strip your panties off. Jisung was easy enough to distract, holding the front of your (his) oversized shirt between your teeth while you slowly slid them down your legs. His eyes fixated where your arousal made the crotch stick to your cunt, went and potent with just how horny for him you truly were. He stopped whining after that, after getting a whiff of just how needy you were, too.

And when you climbed back on top of him, dragging your soaking core over the center of his chest and pushing his shoulders back to lay completely flat, Jisung became as pliant as he’d ever been. He let you cage his head between your thighs, let you keep the shirt ridden up just enough for him to see the swell of your tits but not the whole thing, let you control his head with a heavy hand in his hair.

Your cunt was shoved into his face, yet still so far as you refused to sink onto him fully. You could feel him fidgeting with his hands, unsure of where to put them. Taking pity on him once again, you reached back and placed them in the crevice where your thighs met your hips, instructing him not to move an inch. Jisung showed his gratification by nuzzling his nose into the bit of your clit he could just barely touch.

“Be good and maybe I’ll let you fuck me,” you said through your teeth. You internally debated even letting him pleasure you, knowing his lips had been somewhere else. Knowing he’d never truly leave you didn’t ease the pressure in your chest now that you were about to ride his face. The way he begged you to kiss him made it feel all the more real.

The promise of getting to fuck you made Jisung nod, adjusting his grip on your thighs as you slowly lowered yourself onto his face.

At first, you didn’t let your entire weight down, doing your best to focus on the feeling of his mouth surrounding your bundle of nerves in a split second. It took you another minute to relax as he began sucking and toying with your clit, finally letting yourself fall onto him. Even with your cunt practically suffocating him, Jisung still pulled you in deeper, as if he couldn’t have been close enough.

Your hips moved on their own, grinding into his face as he stuck his tongue out and let you control the rhythm. One hand reached for the headboard while the other held his head steady. Thankful for the shirt muffling your cries of pleasure, you rutted back and forth against him, shivering when Jisung moaned and the vibrations rippled through your body. His fingers pressed incredibly hard into your thighs, wanting more, needing to suckle your clit as if it were his lifeline.

You didn’t let him linger in one place too long, not wanting him to necessarily be the reason you come. You were doing all the work, animalistically rubbing your wet core across his tongue and nose while he laid there and took it. Of course, the blissed out expression he held was a factor for your high, but feeling him squirming, unable to sit still was the catalyst. You only slightly turned back to see him bucking into the air, into nothing as his own horniness took over his lower half. Untouched, you could see the dark spot spreading wider over his still hard cock. He moaned and worked his tongue faster upon noticing you stop, as if he knew that you’d just realized he could come just by letting you sit on his face.

The smug way his eyes peered up at you, the knot broke in your stomach and your high washed over you, falling into the headboard as your thighs clamped around Jisung’s head in a shaking, blinding orgasm. You cried out his name, only making his own hips stutter into the air again as he gripped your cunt closer to his face. It only prompted you to move from your post orgasm bliss when he took in a deep, struggled breath.

Rolling off to the side, you slumped against the headboard, tired and fucked out even though your boyfriend beside you was still running on pure adrenaline.

“Fuck this,” he muttered, standing from the bed to kick his jeans and boxers off in record time. His cock was still hard, covered in his own cum and smearing it more as he tugged, letting out a deep sigh as he finally relieved some of the tension.

“What’re you doing?” You slid down the bed, eyeing him up and down as he towered over you. His eyes didn’t leave your body as he lazily continued to work himself up again.

“I was good, wasn’t I?” His tone was more challenging than before, knowing he’d been more than good.

“I didn’t say you could—“

“You didn’t, but I am.” Jisung released himself to reach for your ankles, pulling you down the bed and making your shirt slide over your tits, fully exposed to him.

You were planning on fucking him either way, but you loved when Jisung took what he wanted. And what he always wanted, was you.

Laying spread out for him, too tired and emotionally exhausted to be the brat he loved you to be, you let him manhandle you onto your stomach. With ease did Jisung kneel behind you at the edge of the bed and hike your hips up, lifting your right leg and keeping it suspended in the air as he aligned himself with your entrance. You were more than relaxed and capable of taking him, the act of preparing to be stretched the furthest thing from you mind when he was brushing the head of his cock against your overstimulated clit.

Wincing at the feeling, you twisted your upper body to be able to look at him, eyes half lidded just as his were. Jisung teased himself a few moments longer before gently pushing his way past your entrance, slick and already clenching for him. He didn’t look away from

your face as he bottomed out, allowing you time to adjust. And when you were ready, you moaned out.

Jisung balled the back of your shirt into his fist, more leverage for him to fuck into you. Wrapping your leg around the outside of his waist, he began thrusting at a painfully slow pace, almost as though he was scared of going any faster. That was, until you just couldn’t help running your pretty little mouth.

“Fuck me like you mean it, before Felix gets to know how both of us taste.”

All of Jisung’s inhibitions disappeared, rutting against you like a dog in heat because that’s exactly how he felt; like a dog. He was no better than one, kissing another man then running back to his girlfriend and letting her use him like all he was was a pair of dick and balls. He fucked you like there was no other sensation he’d ever live to feel, like he were to perish as soon as he pulled out of your warm, wet walls that only sucked him in deeper.

As tired and angry as you were, the harder he fucked you, the more difficult it became to stay mad. Deep down, you knew he would never go anywhere and that he didn’t mean to go as far as kissing someone else. You knew your boyfriend better than anyone, and that it was a fluke. He made a mistake, the way he let you treat him tonight was his way of making up for it. The domineering nature you always invoked in him was also another way of telling you he was sorry, because the care and softness that came after was always the sweetest poison.

Such as now, Jisung pounded into you as though he didn’t care whether or not you reached your second high, but you knew damn well that wasn’t the case. You’ll finish one more time at the least before he did, he always made sure.

“All that talk, and for what? To get fucked stupid.” One hand gripped to your elevated thigh, the other on the verge of ripping the shirt you still wore, Jisung let out a moan from within his chest, leaning over to place a few messy kisses to your cheek.

“You’re in charge, sweetheart,” he huffed, “but no one will ever fuck you like I do.”

Practically throwing your leg down, he released the grip on your shirt and hiked his leg up to plant firmly next to your hip. He only slowed for a second to really take in the feeling from the change of angle before jack hammering into you, this time not pulling out fully as he entered you again and again. The constant stimulation from the scooting motion he was making had you tumbling head first into your second orgasm, so close yet so painfully far.

“Fuck— so fucking tight, always so tight for me.“

Your lack of response wasn’t because you disagreed with him, but rather because you agreed entirely. Jisung was fucking you stupid, physically and emotionally. You felt like he fucked your emotions inside out every time you stepped into his bedroom, the same way he did your guts. How stupid of you to think he was going to lay down and take your brief moment of physical dominance.

Watching as he raised his hand and brought it down to meet your ass, you whined out in pleasure as he left one, two, three more on your reddening skin. The pain was too good, too fitting for the situations that took place, that have been taking place. Your cries for more, harder, made Jisung halt mid thrust and bring his hand back down to soothe the handprint he’d left.

“Wh— why’d you stop?” you whispered, trying to get a better look at him.

“Baby, if I hit you any harder the neighbors are gonna call the cops,” his expression turned soft, concerned. Instead of continuing, Jisung pulled out and lightly guided you onto your back. Only after stripping you of your shirt to leave you both completely naked, did he lean in close.

You’d denied him your kisses for so long, he forced himself not to cross that boundary, stay a safe distance away so he didn’t get the urge to devour your lips (even though he always did). But your arms wrapped around his neck, kneaded through his hair so expertly, your scent engulfed him and made his senses go into overdrive. Jisung didn’t even have the mind to think about his aching cock until you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in so he easily filled you to the brim again.

So torturously aware of everything that he was capable of, that you were capable of, you didn’t let him go, just letting your lips brush against one another as he stayed sheathed inside you. “Fill me up before you kiss me,” your words no louder than the softest whisper.

If there was one thing about Jisung to be remembered, it was that everything he felt could be soothed with a kiss. Want to make him stumble on his words? Kiss his hand. Want to make him choke on his drink? Kiss his cheek. Want to make him fall in love? Kiss his lips, gently and passionately.

However, that only applies when it’s your kisses. And your kisses are his reason for anything, at this point.

Which is what got him to move his hips again, this time slower and more languid. He was no longer in a rush to reach his high, but rather to make sure you felt every bit of him. As much as he craved your kiss, he wanted to savor you, feel you as much as humanly possible.

But you were already so close, realizing that it wasn’t pain you wanted to feel, but Jisung. You wanted to be just as close to him as he wanted, too.

The pace at which the two of you could go from hating each other to wanting to melt into one another was appalling, dizzying in the same way that Jisung’s thumb brushed over your clit. The motion dragged an uncensored, purely lustful moan from your lips, causing you to clench incredibly tight around your boyfriend’s dick, already on the verge of coming himself.

It only took another few circles of his thumb to get you to convulse and throw your head back, exposing your neck to him as your second high flushed your senses silly. The tightness, the surge of your arousal flushing his cock inside you made him come hard, spurting his seed to mix with your own lingering orgasm. Both your bodies held onto each other for dear life, his head buried in the crook of your neck as you pulled mercilessly on his locks. It was like a perfect mold, fit only for the two of you.

It took a few silent moments for your breathing to return to normal, Jisung keeping his face nuzzled into your hair and wanting to drown in your scent. However, one more craving needed to be fulfilled.

Tapping his shoulder lightly, he lifted his head to meet your gaze. “Kiss,” was all you said as you puckered your lips.

He took you in with no hesitation, hand coming up to cup your face, pulling you deeper into it. It was sensual, smooth, caring as your lips moved together in sync.

Jisung thought back to his kiss with Felix. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, most of all, uncomfortable. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to kiss the other boy, he definitely did. But the kiss itself didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like how your first kiss together was, he’d realized that there was no one else that could encapture him with a kiss the way you did, all that in spite of how much he disliked you at the time. How was he to love a person he didn’t want to kiss all day, every day, until the end of time?

He almost didn’t let you go after your lips finally touched. “How are your lips still so soft after all the shit you talk?“ he joked, smiling into your skin.

As much as you wanted to retort with, “because I don’t kiss anyone that gives me the littlest bit of attention,” you didn’t. You couldn’t when he was showering you with soft touches and sweet words. Before you could think of with a real comeback, he was lifting you to the bathroom, flaccid dick still inside your sore pussy. It was only when he lifted you higher to slip out did he release you on top of the open toilet.

Jisung ran around the bathroom gathering wipes, mouth wash, water, anything else you needed while he instructed you to pee— making it very clear he wasn’t listening, not that you cared much. He’d even returned with a fresh pair of panties. “I— I don’t really want them tonight,” you admitted. You still wanted him, every bit of him without the barrier of clothes.

Picking up on his quickly, he planted another kiss to your lips before walking out to let you clean up. Though, he returned not a minute later to help you wipe down your body and drag you back into bed.

It was when the tension had finally dissipated, both naked and tangled in one another when Jisung spoke again. “Don’t ever leave me,” his voice was hoarse and weary.

“Don’t kiss anyone else.”

“After this, I don’t think I could even if I tried.” You giggled lightly at his honesty. With his chest to your back and arm draped over your stomach, you couldn’t find it in you to think any deeper about his confession.

You thought back to his phone that rested at the foot of the bed, the picture of him you took earlier, the single picture of Felix that was still in his camera roll. “No more pictures of him, either.”

Neither of you had to say his name to know who you were talking about. “Can you blame me?”

You stiffened for a moment in his hold, hoping he didn’t feel it. Even after the tears, torture, begging he did, he didn’t regret it. Taking the picture, at least. It was a small but effective jab to your heart that he probably didn’t realize he took.

The best you could come up with was, “I can. Because I didn’t get to kiss him first.”

A/N: FINALLY BACK ON TRACK!! moved back into college so now I can finally get this series back up and running (even tho there's only one part left after this one heheheh)

this one took me soooo long to write it's actually embarrassing. I hope the idea of this one was sort of obvious- the purposefully ignoring the green (red) flags and sex as a way to avoid real confrontation. I kinda just threw Felix in there on a whim. either way I hope you enjoy!

Feedback, comments, anything and everything is appreciated!

-momo <3

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I know your requests aren’t open cuz of school, cuz I relate. But when (and if) u are free, could u write smtg for andrey rublev, maybe smut?? Thank u and love u.

Could you break a heart, if I asked you? - ANDREY RUBLEV

Majorca was another type of beautiful in December. The weather was warm enough to go sailing by day and just about cold enough to warm up by cuddling at night. Not that Andrey minded, anyway.

This night was much like the other nights of our week long vacation, except for one minor detail. I could not sleep. I didn't know whether to attribute it to the nap I'd had that afternoon, or to the wetness between my legs. Whatever the case, i needed to sort out the latter.

Andrey had been doing an interview with some Spanish sports network, and he was currently on his way back. His work seemed to follow him even when he was deliberately trying to run away from it.

I shifted to lay on my back, legs bent at the knees and slightly ajar. I ran my hands up my body, pulling my nightshirt up as I went, imagining it was him. I imagine bis fingertips brushing against the underside of my breasts, moving upwards towards my nipples. I whimper pathetically as my other hand cups my soaking middle over my panties.

Pulling my panties aside, I bite the corner of my lip as my other hand plays with my erect nipples. I imagine it's his fingers instead of mine that were rubbing my clit, preparing my entrance for his- my fingers.

"Andrey," I moan helplessly, as I play with my breast inch my fingers intomy throbbing heat. Once I get accustomed to the intrusion, I begin to pump my fingers.

My eyes screw Shut as I feel a knot tighten in my lower stomach. I rub on my clit with my thumb, making me draw nearer and nearer to my release and just as I am about to come, my hand gets pinned above my head.

"honestly, malenkaya, I haven't been gone that long, have I?" Andrey whispers to me.

"i- please," I say, not sure what I'm begging for.

"you're so needy. Such a mess for me, yes?" He rasps. I nod, fully aware of his leg between mine, pressing against my throbbing heat.

I need him.

Involuntarily, I rock my hips against his thigh, leaving a trail of wetness on his pants. His eyes fully dilate and I know he's gone feral.

He trails kisses along my jaw as his free hand plays with my nipple. The pleasure he's granting me is mind blowing, but not enough.

"Andrey," I whimper "let me touch you."

His lips never disconnect from my neck as his large hand let's go of my small ones. I immediately begin to tug on his shirt, wanting to take it off him. He catches on and detaches from me and takes off his shirt and pants, which are now stained with my arousal. I see the outline of his cock through his white Calvin Kleins, and I know he is painfully hard.

He pulls me towards him by my thighs and his mouth immediately latches onto my breast and he begins to suck and bite me. I moan his name out loud, glad that nobody outside these walls can hear us.

His fingers deftly massage my folds, looking for my little nub, and one he finds it he abuses it. I try to close my legs around his hand but his other hand makes sure to keep my thighs apart.

He keeps his thumb pressed against my clit as his middle and ring fingers slide into my moist, warm sex.

"Andrey," I whimper as he pumps his long fingers in and out of me. My orgasm build shamelessly quickly, and i find my body jerking in the throes of an orgasm.

"you're so fucking perfect for me," he said as he fingered me through my orgasm. "So beautiful. I love you so much."

I only realised that I had been squeezing his biceps and I left crescent shaped marks in them when he shifted tho take his boxers off. He was violently aroused and ready to come at my second. I found myself slickening at the thought.

"do you want more?" He asked as he aligned himself with my entrance. I nod frantically, looking up at him doe-eyed.

"you know that's not how it works, so be a good girl and use your words," he rasped. The combination of his dirty words and the head of his cock pressed against my entrance sent me into another state.

"Yes, Andrey, please," I beg.

"so needy, he rasps as he kisses the nape of my neck.

Slowly, he enters me and the familiar stretch to accommodate follows suit.

The pleasure is immediate and intense.

He pulls out again, leaving me empty and wanting.

"please," I beg, almost in tears.

"such a needy girl," he says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear lovingly. I melt.

Without warning, his hand wraps around my neck and he thrusts into me fully. My eyes close involuntarily.

"open your eyes, malenkaya, I want to see them go hazy as I fuck you the way you like," he commands. My eyes immediately open and find his staring at me like I'm the only woman in the world.

His first thrusts are slow and careful, getting me used to his intrusion, but as time goes on, caution is thrown to the wind and he fucks me with reckless abandon. I can feel his other hand dig into my waist, adding another layer of pleasure. Soon, I am clenching against his girth, signalling that I am close.

"let go for me," he says, and that's all it takes for my orgasm to come crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Not long after, he fills me with his hot seed with a groan.

""fuck," he whispers. "You're so precious. You did so well for me. I love you."

He kisses me on the lips as his grip around my neck loosens.

"let's get you cleaned and fed. Come on now malenkaya," he says before scooping me up in his arms.

I haven't written smut in like... Forever so I'm sorry if this was trash fr. But I need to practice

Sorry for posting late; I did warn you about my hectic schedule.

-sadie

#Andrey Rublev x reader #Andrey Rublev smut #Andrey Rublev x oc #Andrey Rublev fanfiction #Andrey Rublev fanfic #Andrey Rublev #tennis x reader #tennis imagine #anon asks

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infernalodie · 2 years

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Maddy's fwb (male reader) being protective of her when she tries to hook up with someone by listing off reasons why they should be hooking up and not her with the other person

𝐎𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

"𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬"

Inspo: Lucky Daye - On Read

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You weren't suppose to care if Maddy got with someone else. But when your hooked, your hooked. And that meant you weren't going to let her slip too far from something better than what anyone else could give her.

Warnings: Slight comedic and brief smut. (very rough and rushed)

Words 1312

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Friends with benefits with Maddy Perez was more complicated than it should have been. Truthfully, it exhausted you more than actually benefited you in any way. Like, Maddy was a great girl and a childhood friend of yours. But by God was she hard to keep. If you’d learned anything from any of the guys she’d dated in the past, it was that if you weren’t making her happy, she had no problem dropping you. She was a girl that was hard to keep tied down and it was no different for you.

The both of you started hooking up after McKay’s New Years' party. With a few drinks in both of your guys’ systems, it muddied thoughts and reality. Only finding out the truth the next morning with Maddy screaming suddenly and ending up with you tumbling out of the bed naked. Both of you promised it to never happen again and never to speak about it. But the day after waking up, going to school for Maddy was a lot harder than she’d like to admit. More specifically, she was sore and hypersensitive. Only making her wonder what you had been working with.

That was really when things started to heat up between you. Yeah, the two of you still hung out with your guys’ friends, acting like nothing was going to happen in a few minutes in a bathroom or one of your guys’ bedrooms. But the both of you trusted in one another's bodies and pleasures. And something about that made the sex ten times better than anything either of you had experienced.

But that was all it was; friends with benefits. A shitty excuse to either hide feelings that one of you held for the other. Well, that was in your case at least, you didn’t know what Maddy had to gain other than the fact that she was getting sex whenever she wanted. Just one text or call asking you to come over and she had it.

And with it just being sex and nothing more, that made keeping Maddy within your grasp far harder than you’d liked to admit. Your guys’ flings didn’t hold her back from hitting on other guys or even flirting.

So you were angry, so what? Could anyone blame you when you were hooking up with the most beautiful and hottest chick in Highland? No one would be in their right mind if they just acted like it didn’t bother them if they were missing out on a chance of having a girl like Maddy as theirs.

Which led to your current situation of sitting in your bedroom, bored out of your mind. Frequently glancing down at your texts with Maddy to see that for the past 6 hours, she had left you on read. Which only left you to guess that she was getting dick from some other lousey-ass dude, who likely didn't know the way her body worked like you did.

It might be a bad decision in the long run, but you couldn’t help yourself from grabbing your car keys, racing out of your house, getting in your car, and speeding over to Maddy’s place. One and only goal in mind.

Make her realize you should be the only one.

And when you did arrive at her place, you knocked on her front door loudly. Waiting patiently as you heard footsteps move down the stairs and towards the door until it finally opened. Revealed an exhausted Maddy Perez that looked a bit more than confused with your sudden arrival.

“Y/n?” She muttered. “What the hell are-”

“Joint?” You placed said joint in her hand before brushing past her and kicking your shoes off as a courtesy.

Maddy frowned before shrugging and shutting the front door and turning to you. About to speak until you spoke up. “Is he here?” You inquired, pointing upstairs. And when she was about to speak, you were already moving up the stairs towards her room.

Not listening to her calls of your name when you opened the door to find a guy slipping his pants on. He looked like a deer caught in headlights as you gave him a friendly wave. “Hey, man.” Your smile fell with a dangerous look in your eyes. “Get the fuck out before I throw you out the window.”

Doing as he was told, the guy scrambled to grab his clothes and rush out of the room. Maddy watched with her mouth agape as she stammered over her words, wanting to tell the other guy to stay, but finding nothing to say.

She didn’t speak until she heard the front door slam shut. “What the fuck was that?”

“Where were you guys fucking so I know not to lay there?” You pointed to the bed.

“Y/n, answer the question.”

Sighing, you shoved your hands in your pockets. “I don’t like you hooking up with other guys.”

“W-What?” She laughed. “Wait. Are you fucking with me right now? Is this just one of your shitty jokes? ‘Cause if it is, you need to leave.”

“Let me just list off a few reasons why I am better than all of them.”

“Oh, God.”

“No, just me, sweetheart.”

Maddy glared as you smirked in amusement. She huffed in annoyance before nodding for you to continue. “Okay, firstly; I have a great personality-”

“Debatable.”

“I know how to make you feel good.”

“I think any guy with two brain cells knows how to make a girl feel good.”

“Have any of the guys you’ve fucked made you cum in 5 minutes with just their fingers?” Her silence was the little ego stroke you needed to continue. “Listen, Maddy. Not only do I have a great personality - and dare I say - the best dick game in Highland, but I know how your body works.”

Your hands fell to her waist, face finding its place in her neck where you placed gentle kisses. Finding that sweet spot below her ear made her gasp. Hands grabbing handfuls of your shirt as you smirked. “All you need is me,” you whispered. “I promise you, all you’ll ever need is me.”

So, perhaps you had been right in your statements. Judging by the way Maddy choked on the quiet whimpers and pleas that fell from her lips. Back arching with each clamp of your lips and suck on her clit. Which made the fact that you hadn’t even used your cock and made her cum 2 times in 15 minutes that much more embarrassing.

Her fingers clung to the roots of your hair, pushing you impossibly closer to her dripping heat. All hot and bothered by your doing. She was a mess because of you. No one else could make her feel like this, you were confident in that belief. Even if it was a bit of an ego stroke.

She was shaking, aching, and every bit of blissed out from the way your tongue worked against her. Fucking in and out of her endlessly and working her towards the first of many climaxes. And when it did crash against her, her thighs attempted to clamp around your head. But you kept them spread, fucking her throughout her release and quickly causing another to smash down on her.

Body shaking and twitching as her hips shot up with a stream of arousal shooting from her entrance. She found it evil the way you laughed in amusement of how easily you made her come apart as you did. But she found it all the better and dreadful when you were quick to start sucking her clit again. Not giving her a moment to relax and enjoy the after-effects.

“Y/n.” She begged.

Pulling away, you smiled up at the girl. “No talking, baby,” you whispered. “We still have the whole night for me to prove myself.”

#maddy perez x reader #maddy perez #euphoria #euphoria imagine #euphoria hbo #alexa demie #poc reader #x black!reader #euphoria x black!reader #x black male reader #x black!male!reader #maddy perez x black!male!reader #maddy perez x black reader #maddy perez x black!reader #maddy perez angst #maddy perez smut

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jadededge · 1 year

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Double Trouble || Jookyun - Ch.2

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut (eventual)

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

The boys led you out of the lounge and towards the valet outside. Speaking with a couple of people along the walk to the front, you tried to get out of the way but they never let you wander far. One of the other gives you lingering touches and heated glances here and there.

When the valet pulls their black Range Rover up, you were unsure of where to sit. As if reading your mind,

Changkyun steps up and opens the front passenger door for you. "Here princess, you sit in the front."

You internally squeal at what you hope is your new nickname.

"Come on, I don't bite." Jooheon beckons, already behind the wheel and waiting for you to get in.

You hear Changkyun snort at this comment. Hmm, so he bites? You think. Jackpot. "Thank you." You tell Changkyun as you get in.

He makes his way to the back seat and soon you are pulling away from the lounge. The club was on another side of town, so you were looking at about a 20-minute drive. Jooheon begins fiddling with the radio putting on some Lucky Daye at a low enough volume to chat if wanted. He has taste.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence. Changkyun chimes in from the back seat. He leans up, his head poking between you and Jooheon. "Hyung, I've got an idea."

You glance at him and he's wearing a smirk. You're starting to wonder if letting them carry you away and getting you alone so quickly was a mistake.

Jooheon chuckles a bit. "Oh, Changkyunnie has an idea! That'll be fun. What is it?"

"Let's play a game." You snort in your mind at this. They're already playing a game with you. You're just trying to figure out what it is.

"What kind of game?" You ask curiously.

"Oh, nothing too crazy. Just a round of questions to pass the car ride. I told you, we want to get to know you more. The only penalty is, if you don't answer, we get to ask another question." He smiles. Jooheon affirms.

And you wanted to know more about them as well. Besides lusting after them, they seemed interesting, and fun to be around. Even in the limited time you've spent, you've noticed how doting and sweet they are. Of course, this could all be a ploy to get into your pants, but you've already told yourself that you would accept whatever came of this and enjoy the ride.

"Okay, that sounds like fun. I want to learn more about you two as well." You smile at them both.

"Wonderful! I'll start," Jooheon exclaims. "What were you thinking about when you were staring at us earlier?" Changkyun cocks his head your direction awaiting an answer.

Wow. Out the gate with a tough one. You couldn't tell the truth. "I was imagining what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of you." But you had to answer. So you deflect.

"I don't think I was staring. Though I was probably wondering how long it would take for you to come up to me." Though said playfully, you hoped they would accept your answer.

You are incredibly nervous but figured it would be best to try to convince them you could hold your own for as long as you could. Deep down you know it wouldn't take much for the two of them to wear you down. Have you begging on your knees. If you jumped out of the window for them, there would be no turning back. But what fun is it to give in immediately?

They both laugh. "Cute." Changkyun says.

"So you knew we'd approach you?" Jooheon asks.

"Hold on. I believe it's my turn."

"Whoa, excuse me." Joo holds a hand up in surrender. "You're right. Ask away, baby."

Baby. Fuck. He threw you off already but you quickly regained yourself. You had many questions but you were aware you had limited time and opportunity. So you ran through options that would get you the most information.

"You two have apparently seen me around before. Why wait till now to say something?"

"You both keep saying 'we'. What's the deal with that?"

"Are you together?"

"Are you both interested?"

"Do you share everything?"

You settle on, "You both keep saying 'we' or 'us'. What's the deal with that?" You just had to know.

Changkyun answers matter-of-factly, "we do everything together, as I'm sure you know. That also includes personal matters."

"So are you two together?" You ask.

"Aht aht, I believe it's our turn." Jooheon says throwing your earlier statement back at you.

"I- you're right." You say defeated.

"What would you think if we were together?" Joo asks raising an eyebrow.

You would obviously love it if they were both interested. You want them both, even better if they share and get along. Changkyun says they do everything together. At that, your mind wandered to the possibilities. You have no problem with any scenario you dreamed up. "I'd love it." You answer frankly.

"Interesting," Changkyun says while looking at you adoringly. "We'll have to talk about this more. But for now, we're here." Leaning back.

You pout, "but it was my turn."

Joo coos at you. "Aw, we can keep playing once we get inside." He puts the car in park and hops out to walk to your side.

Opening the door for you he grabs your hand to help you out and hooks it in his arm. You're silently losing your mind. You can feel how big and hard his arm is even through his shirt.

Changkyun joins your other side and glides his hand down your back, leaving chills in its wake, stopping just above your ass on your lower back. Hold it together.

Walking past some of the patrons waiting to get in, you clock a couple of jealous stares. You ignore it. No need to psyche yourself out because of any outside influence.

As you make it to the door, security immediately recognizes them. "Boys! Welcome." He calls someone on his walkie earpiece. "The twins are here."

He promptly lets you in, and we're greeted by the hostess who will guide you all to their private section.

The club is incredible. It's decorated in black with gold accents. It has a high-end feel to it. There are mirrors on either side of the dance floor, reflecting and shimmering the lights like gold glitter. There's a stage currently being occupied by a DJ. The dance floor is packed as well as the bar to the back but navigating the throngs of people was easy enough.

There were several booths and sections on the main floor, where you thought you would be but you were taken to the back and up a set of stairs. There's a hall with several doors lining it. You can still hear the music downstairs but it's certainly not as loud. More muffled.

"Here you go, gentlemen and lady." She offers you a polite smile while opening a door and gesturing you inside. "Kihyun made sure the bar was fully stocked and as well as two bottles of your favorite champagne." She gestures to the table. "If you need anything please don't hesitate to call in a server from the phone here. Enjoy your evening." We thank her and she leaves us alone.

This room is fairly huge. There's a full bar with seating for 5 and a lounge area with two comfy-looking couches and chairs. There appears to be a karaoke setup here as well with a couple of large TVs on a wall and opposite of that there's a large window overlooking the club. Here you wander over and take a look out.

"Whoa. You can see everything. This is quite nice. Thank you for inviting me." You turn and look at them beaming brightly.

Changkyun has started pouring drinks for you three and Jooheon has joined you at the window. Placing a hand on the small of your back.

"You're absolutely welcome baby. Hopefully, you don't think we're overdoing it, trying to impress you." He says half-jokingly. If you squint really hard, you'd think he was nervous.

Not wanting to play too hard to get, you give them a bone. "Well consider me impressed Jooheon."

He smiles brightly at you. Gently he grabs your hand and raises it to his mouth. Your heart skips a beat. "Please, call me Honey." He places a gentle kiss on your skin.

"Okay. Honey." You're breathless but you smile.

"Come. Let's sit."

You both move to join Changkyun. He's sitting in a chair directly next to the end of one of the couches. He gestures for you to sit on the couch, and Jooheon takes his place on the cushion to your left. You're trapped, again.

Grabbing a glass, you take a sip. "You know, I'm starting to feel like prey being cornered by you two."

Changkyun raises a brow at you while finishing his sip. "Why? Do you feel trapped?" Is he in my head?

You play with the thought in your mind. "Not trapped but I feel surrounded." You all laugh a bit.

Honey adds, "does that make you uncomfortable?"

Your face heats up. He's lounging with his arm around the back of the couch gently moving his thumb over your skin near the tiny strap of your dress. You're very comfortable. In fact, you've been trying to keep yourself from being too comfortable. You're failing miserably.

You look between the pair of them. "Not uncomfortable. But I'm feeling hunted." You raise a brow at Honey.

"Ah, you think you haven't already been caught." Changkyun says tipping his glass in your direction. Taking another sip.

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dreamersville · 1 year

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Basic Info About An About Bitch

I am 18

☀︎capricorn ↑ gemini ☾ libra

she/her, pansexual, black /the inside thoughts of a black queer woman in america HELP :/

currently reading — chainsaw man (sad *username noises*), demon slayer again, Attack on Titan, juujika no rokunin, SMUT

currently watching — one piece (episode 81), cheer boys, mha again, haikyuu again, ace of the diamond, fairy tail, black clover

currently listening to — Love Drought by Beyoncee, Smoke by Victoria Monet & Lucky Daye, Dont Think You Ever Loved Me by Tyrese, Losing You by FLO

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year

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Touch somebody...

“You mind if I lose control a lil bit.,” he speaks above her in a way that leaves her wondering if it was even a question or if he was just preparing her.

“It’s just been so long,” he continues speaking, running his finger down the side of her face. “I don’t know if I can hold back.”

“So don’t,” her fingers hook into his shirt, pulling him closer to her for a juicy kiss, immediately starting him up as he begins pulling at her clothes.

His touches were hasty, leaving her body tingling.

Tugging her panties off her hips, the shine between her thighs caught his eye.

A smirk plays on his lips, exciting her.

“Why don’t you do more than look at it.” She boldly says, pulling him out of his raunchy trance.

Nodding, he flips her over. His left hand grips her hip as his right helps enforce her arch.

“Stay just like that.”

The sound of his clothes hit the floor, before she feels his hand glide its way up her neck. His fingers slightly fanned out, making her anticipate his grip.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” her bottom lip is immediately bitten into as he slides inside of her wetland, eliciting a deep growl from his chest.

“Fuuck,”

His hips fuse with her fat ass with each and every deep thrust. One of her hands covers the one at her neck, the other gripping the sheets for dear life.

Her moans get stuck as he curves to her spot. Her eyes roll back at the feeling.

“Oh shit!”

“Yeah,” he kisses her ear, before leaning over her.

“Yeah,” she moans back.

Both of his hands grip her hips, driving into her madly as she takes every stroke. Both of her hands grip the sheets.

“Fuck!” Her eyes shut tightly.

Without a warning, her orgasm rushes through. Her juices leak down her inner thighs and onto him, making that squelching sound that he loves.

“Gimme anotha’ one.” He groans, his hand finally wraps around her neck. It gave her motivation to answer his request, tossing her ass back on his lap.

“That’s right,” he teases, feeling her tighten around him, once more.

His strokes don’t let up as she wets him up for a third time, their bodies sticky and sweaty, by this time.

“Shit!,” she huffs, desperately trying to catch her breath as the chills running up her spine, his heavy strokes continuously take it all away.

“Oh my god– it feels s-so good!”

Still in his zone, he bottoms out inside of her. Watching her back momentarily lose its arch, his palm firmly recreates the slope.

“Just like that, baby.”

Working into her, his tempo sends her inching up the bed. He’s hot on her tail.

“Where you goin’, huh?” The rasp tangled in his words makes her whole body tremble, as he pulls her back towards him by her neck.

With her back pressed against his heaving chest and his lethal, yet delicious grip on her, she knew she’d be completely spent by the time he was through.

“Nowhere.” She finally answered.

Flipping her onto her back, he hungrily captured her lips in a soul searing kiss, sinking back into her.

A collective groan sounds at the feeling of her warmth engulfing him. His strong hands sit on her thighs, keeping them spread as his strokes start back up.

Her eyes wander between them, becoming mesmerized by the sight of him getting lost inside of her gloss, her bottom lip finds its way back between her teeth.

“You see that shit, babe? Mmm... You feel that shit?” His gaze is directly on her.

“Yesss, I feel it!,” she adds her fingers into the mix, pressing them against her clit. Her eyes begin to roll back.

“Shittt,” she gasps, her walls tug on his shaft as another orgasm hits. Her hands grip his hips as his stroke picks up speed.

Her eyes stare back into his now, stuck in his trance. He leans closer to her. His gold chain dangling above her face.

“Like you like, right?”

She nods frantically, her face scrunching up as he glides over her spot, once again.

“Hittin’ that spot, huh,”

“Mmhm!,” her head finds the pillows as he precisely presses up against her spot. Her body jerks as he pounds into her.

“Just like that,” her eyes roll back, feeling her body tighten up.

“Gimme that shit, babe.”

Her nails scratch at his skin as every stroke brings her closer to the edge.

“Give it to me.” His gaze never leaves her blissful expression as he pulls another orgasm out of her.

“Unh!, fuck…” her hearty moan goes straight to his dick, almost fucking him up. He slows down, hissing as she clings to him.

“Shit,” his heavy breathing sounds as he grinds through her death grip. “Pussy got me ready, babe..”

His mouth finds her jaw, nipping at her flesh as he speeds back up.

Yeah, it's short. I know. Some drafts just never get finished lol.

@thegifstories @blackerthings @sheabuttahwrites @harmshake @blowmymbackout @awerkofart @abeautifulmindexposed @twistedcharismaaa @hearteyes-for-killmonger @henneseyhoe @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @nayaxwrites @cecereads209

#miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #smut #lucky daye x black reader #lucky daye smut

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Candydrip

Summary: Steve wants you back, body and soul. A white dress meant for someone else won’t stop him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. ANGST!SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk., ANGST, Toxic Steve, Toxic Reader, Cheating, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), choking, spit play, size kink, nipple twisting, pleasurable pain, wall sex, cream pie, breeding kink, cum play, aftercare, and a hint of time travel if you squint.

A/N: This is my WAYYYYY LATE contribution for @princessphilly #vdaybreedchallenge. I’m sorry Love, I’m struggling a bit, lol. You can read this as a companion to Another Lonely Christmas. Or not. Let me know what you think.

I no longer have a taglist. Please follow @rampitupandread and turn on notifications to learn when I post! 😘

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

This is inspired by this song:

“I hate you Steve.”

You slapped him, full of rage. Among other things.

He looked at you and smiled, unfazed by the blow.

“I know.”

That look of love was too much, so you turned away.

“But I also know that you love me.”

You shook your head no, unable to give him what he wanted.

Steve’s hand floated up your neck, grasped your chin and turned it back toward him.

“Look at me.”

You glared at him as he clasped your throat and squeezed, cutting off air flow. Your head got swimmy as his baritone voice commanded you.

“Fuck yourself on my cock like you hate me then.”

Steve leaned back and pulled his other hand away from your ass, draping it around the back of the couch as you fluttered around him, causing him to gulp and ease up on your throat as your hands traveled from his broad shoulders to his taught stomach.You felt the muscles there, and ventured lower, fingering the blond tuft of hair that peeked out around his super soldier dick, and which you were now soaking because of him.

“Look at that sweet liquid candy dripping around me. Looks delicious. Making me drool.”

He looked at you.

“I’m addicted.”

Those blue eyes were too much and you were relieved when Steve looked back down with you to where you two were connected and licked his lips, allowing his saliva to drip down and further claim you as his own, even though there was no need for more lubrication. He looked back up at you, eyes blazing, lips red and trembling. You involuntarily clenched on his cock again.

“Move.”

His voice was a gravelly command, a feint to hide his desperation. He leaned forward and claimed your mouth, fighting with you to exert dominance.

The kiss was raw as your feelings, and Steve amped them up by twisting your nipples, adding to the emotion and lust of the moment with more exquisite pain. You cried out and started moving to seek your release.

You knew what he wanted, to spill his seed inside you and have you fall pregnant with his child. It would be something that you couldn’t, and wouldn’t deny, and would bind you together forever.

You were weak from your denial. Your strength in holding out was gone and now all you wanted was the warm flood of super soldier spend inside you. You didn't care that Steve wanted it as well. You put away your anger and give in.

Fuck what you wanted. Steve Rogers was what you needed.

Your thighs started to burn as you began to move up and down in a controlled fashion, slowly adjusting to his girth again after only a couple of days. You relished the feel of the long, thick shaft of his manhood as he made you look him in the eyes once more.

One part of his mouth lifted in a side smile and you both knew that no one else could give you anything like this. It made you angry and Steve proud to supply it to you, although you could not say the same.

The other man didn’t matter to Steve, it didn’t even matter that you were set to marry that other man in two weeks, because Steve was sure you’d make the right decision. He knew it from the first time you let him back into your apartment that cold night a month ago.

Guilt would not let you enjoy what you needed, however, and Clark’s face tried to fill you mind as you were with Steve. In order to wipe that vision from your mind, you started to fuck yourself on Steve’s cock hard, slamming down on him, stretch be damned. You were punishing yourself for the sin of cheating on a man who loved you dearly because you were entangled with the one who hurt you, punishing yourself with pleasure.

Clark was your rock. But Steve was your air.

Steve let go of your neck and held your waist, watching with awe as your soaked cunt swallowed and released his cock with probographic grace.

“Your pussy is so beautiful, Sweetheart. You’re divine.”

He rubbed his thumb on your clit and then up and down your slit which was stretched around his dick. He looked up at you with those azure eyes as he brought his thumb to his mouth. He sucked it, then pulled it from his red pouty lips and pressed it into your mouth.

“Taste.”

You moaned around his thumb as your pussy tembled and made him groan.

“Do you know that I’ve drawn your cunt from memory? Makes me almost cum every damn time.”

You leaned your forehead against his and you both continued to watch your private show. Sweat dripped down both of your faces as your breaths huffed and mingled in the space between you, and you watched the act instead of each other’s eyes.

This wasn’t making love; this was reclamation and denial; a carnal struggle of wills that you already knew was lost. But you weren’t ready to admit it.

“Cum for me baby. Let me know that you are still mine with your body, since you refuse to tell me. I need you… I need you to…”

A sob tore from your throat as you came, all of the emotions you were feeling tumbling out of you in a wail instead of coherency.

You collapsed, a rag doll in his arms, and you felt his massive thighs flex as he picked you up, carefully holding you in place around him, not wanting to let his cum fall out of you.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, exhausted, emotional and at his mercy as you inhaled his sweet musk. You whimpered as you felt him jerk inside you. Of course Steve was still hard even after release.

The sensation was new; before he left Steve always pulled out because he was sure that his super swimmers would get you pregnant immediately. He always said you had time for that, but ever since you let him back inside your home, he was insistent on filling you up. And you didn’t deny him, even though you should have.

Steve’s sense of urgency was high. Two weeks in the future a wedding threatened to take you away from him. He’d seen it for himself.

Your back was against the wall now and you couldn’t help but look into his eyes.

“I love you.”

Steve started moving inside you slowly, your aching, used pussy clenching around him as his cock dragged against all of your nerve endings. But your heart is what hurt the most.

“No…”

You whispered it, shaking your head as tears rolled down your face. Steve kissed the tears away and leaned back to nod his head.

“Yes.”

He seated himself all the way inside you as he pulsed more cum out of his still rock hard dick.

“I do love you, Sweetheart. And I know that you l–”

You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him toward you, shutting him up with a kiss. Four weeks of wooing you with his devotion and his dick had finally paid off, because you finally kissed him.

Steve smiled as you released his lips and then you leaned back against the wall to allow him to fuck you better. He took advantage of the new angle to trace your sweat soaked body with one hand as his large cock lit you up from the inside. Your combined fluids started to drip on the floor, but Steve didn’t stop until you fluttered and came around his still-stiff cock once again.

You were limp as he carried you into your bedroom and laid you down. He licked the fluid from your thighs, but carefully pushed the cum that was dripping out of your swollen cunt back in with his fingers. He leaned up and let you watch him suck you off of them before he went and got a warm towel to clean your legs carefully, making sure to keep what he’d given you inside.

Your eyes were heavy as you tried to fight sleep, but Steve made sure that you were too tired to get up and have a shower before he got dressed to leave.

“Rest, Sweetheart. I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

You frowned as he pulled on his leather jacket over his t-shirt. He slipped the hoodie he’d been wearing over your head, making you warm and cozy and enveloped in his scent.

Steve Rogers was a smart man.

“I won’t let you in. I’m still marrying Clark.”

Steve smiled ruefully, as if he didn’t believe you. He walked over to where your wedding dress was hanging on your closet door.

“Pretty white dress.”

He fingered the delicate lace, and then looked back at you.

“How’d he get between us?”

You couldn’t breathe.

“You left me, Steve.”

“I know. And it was a mistake. I’m back now…we can…”

You interrupted him.

“...told you it couldn’t be, Steve.”

But inside you were thinking, Don’t leave.

Steve just stared at the dress again, and then came to kiss you on the cheek.

“I’ll be back soon. And then maybe you will be able to admit it. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

He left and you cried yourself to sleep. Maybe next time you’d be stronger, to either resist or surrender.

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empressv · 2 years

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Temptations

Modern au

Reminder: Smut! Body worshiping! Dom reader! Nsfw! Cheating!

There are many temptations in life. As a human it’s hard to resist some of these temptations. For someone going to a bad school it’d be dropping out. For someone with a dumbass boss it’d be quitting. For a married woman with an unfaithful husband it would be cheating. Mikasa could proudly say that she’s managed to resist all three of those temptations. Well that is until a new neighbor moved in next door. Replacing the man who was old enough to be her great grandfather with a very attractive woman that was a bit too young for her. Well that’s what Mikasa told herself to somehow make her less appealing. But it didn’t seem to work well cause she ran into her so much. Wether it was at the gym, the grocery store, or sometimes even her job. She’d tried desperately to get her mind off of Y/n but it was nearly impossible when she was everywhere she went. The only place to escape from her is her own home. Or rather it was her own home. But that was proven wrong when she heard a knock at the door on her day off.

She quickly put on her robe to cover herself with and answered the door. Her eyes briefly widened when she saw Y/n in an all black suit checking her watch. Mikasa cleared her throat and Y/n looked up and gave her a small smile. “Oh uhm Eren here? I-I mean is Mr. Yaeger here?” She stuttered a bit and avoided looking at Mikasa. Mikasa thought she was acting strange. Any other time they met she had this natural relaxed demeanor and was never one to stumble over her words. “No but he should be back in a bit. If it’s business related you can wait inside.” Mikasa said as she opened the door a bit wider for her to come in. Y/n nodded and walked in hesitantly. “You can sit on the couch and watch whatever you like.” Mikasa gestured towards the couch before going to the kitchen. Y/n just sat down and got comfortable pretty quickly. She kept checking her watch to see if Eren would uphold his promise. They hadn’t known each other for long but Y/n was supposed to meet with him to make a deal for business. It was really a business meeting nothing more nothing less. But he wasn’t even home at the time he said he would be. She would’ve been more irritated had she not been greeted by his hot wife in a robe that didn’t leave much up to the imagination. “Would you like a glass of wine?” Mikasa asked as she came walking back in with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She waited for Y/n’s answer before she began pouring a glass for both of them.

Y/n grabbed the glass and took a sip. She glanced over at Mikasa and swallowed as she noticed how defenseless she was. She had always been that way but it was even worse today. Y/n didn’t really respect Eren that much but she hadn’t made any advances on Mikasa simply because she didn’t wanna cause a scandal. She had a pretty high position in her job and she was only getting higher so far. A scandal right now could ruin her career. “I had no idea you and Eren were acquaintances.” “Ah we’re not really. It’s just a business relationship.” She took another sip of wine and glanced at Mikasa before looking away. Without even trying she was being so seductive. She wasn’t sure if it was due to the wine or her imagination. But it was way to tempting so she opted to looking at the cheesy soap opera on tv instead. Mikasa didn’t notice and kept the conversation going. “To make a deal with Eren at his house you must have a pretty high position in your company?” Mikasa asked after finishing her glass of wine. “Hmm I guess you could say that. I’m only an executive right now but with this deal I should get a promotion.” Y/n checked her watch again and furrowed her eyebrows a bit. “An executive already. You seem pretty young though.” Mikasa leaned forward to pour herself another glass of wine exposing a bit of cleavage. Y/n averted her eyes before stuttering out a reply. “I-I do get that a lot s-since I’m only 26.”

She loosened her tie and took a deep breath. She hadn’t even finished her glass of wine so she knew that couldn’t be it. Her alcohol tolerance was too high to be tipsy form a glass of wine. She didn’t believe that the older woman in front of her could possibly be trying to seduce her right now. But she was so so wrong. Mikasa had noticed a while ago the affect that she had on her. So she had gotten bolder and bolder as the conversation went on. “Oh you’re a bit older than I thought. When you first moved in you looked like a college student.” Mikasa said feeling a bit relieved that she was closer to her age than she thought. “Do I look that young?” Y/n sighed. “Sometimes but right now you look really mature. Like someone with more experience.” Mikasa scooted a bit closer to Y/n as she talked. Y/n failed to notice. She was to busy relishing in the compliment she had received. That is until Mikasa leaned in close enough to where they couldn’t help but touch. “Uhm Mrs. Yaeger are you drunk?” Mikasa rolled her eyes and shook her head. She stayed silent and took Y/n’s hand and placed it on her pussy through her robe. She groaned when Y/n pressed lightly on her. Craving more of her touch she grinded on her hand. Y/n pulled away soon and let out yet another sigh. “We should go to a bedroom. If we do it we should do it properly.” Y/n said with a new found confidence in her voice. It turned Mikasa on even more and she just smiled and stood up. She grabbed Y/n’s hand and guided Y/n to her and Eren’s shared room. Y/n just stared at the way her ass moved and her hips swayed as she followed behind her. She laid down on the bed while Y/n took off her watch and rings. She undid her tie and took off her blazer making sure to keep her suit on but out of the way enough for her to get to work. She quickly went to Mikasa and leaned down to kiss the expanse of her breast and trailed up to her lips. Mikasa kissed back as if she’d been waiting all her life for this moment.

As their tongues entangled Y/n’s hands trailed down to undo her robe. Mikasa hummed into the kiss as she felt Y/n’s hand fondle her breast. Y/n pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her to admire her body. “Damn please tell me you weren’t laying around in lingerie waiting on Eren.” She groaned at the sight of Mikasa only in red lingerie that could hardly be considered cloth since it didn’t cover much. “I-I was just trying to r-remind myself that I Ah!” She moaned as Y/n kissed and sucked on her breast through the lingerie. Y/n went to tease her nipples for a few more minutes before Mikasa let out an impatient whine. She chuckled a bit before removing the lingerie. Her eyes danced over every single inch of Mikasa’s body making sure to never forget the sight. She leaned down to place another passionate kiss onto her lips. Taking her bottom lip in between her teeth and pulling on it slightly. “Your lips are so soft and pretty I could kiss you all day.” Mikasa moaned at the praise as she went farther down to her neck. She sucked on it lightly enough to not leave any marks. Her kisses trailed down to Mikasa’s breasts once again. “Your boobs are so perfect.” She went on to worship more of her body as she got lower and lower. Once she got to her pussy she didn’t waste time and started eating her out. Only pulling away to praise her and tell her how beautiful she was. Or how delicious her juices were. “Ah! Please use your f-fingers!” Mikasa moaned out not wanting to cum from the stimulation on her clit alone. Y/n smirked and inserted two fingers at once. She trusted them in and out of Mikasa at a fast pace. Mikasa pulled her up and wrapped her arms around her neck in a needy kiss. She wrapped her legs around her tightly as if she was making sure Y/n didn’t try to run away. Y/n pulled away to suck on her nipples. Mikasa moaned out Y/n’s name louder and more than she had ever did Eren’s. Her guilt about the situation was far gone and she completely gave in to the temptation. She didn’t even have on her wedding ring that she was once so proud about. All of her thoughts about Eren were gone. Her insecurities vanished as well as the woman above her continued to praise and worship her like she was her religion. “G-gonna cum!” Mikasa moaned out as she felt her walls clenching around Y/n’s fingers. Y/n smiled softly and sped up her pace. It didn’t take long for Mikasa to cum with a loud moan as a pleasurable shockwave went through her body. Y/n kissed up her neck. “You are so beautiful.” Mikasa turned her head and blushed. “D-don’t you think you’ve said that enough?” She attempted to hide her face with the back of her hand but Y/n caught on. “No I still don’t think you’ve heard it enough.”

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jaeminzie · 3 years

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each time you fall in love | h.rj - teaser

↳ huang renjun x fem!reader

synopsis: the moments of what it seemed like the love you gave him is something renjun would never deem to forget. without it, he’s become the type of person he’s ridiculed in the past. though thanks to you, he’s learned that the past is the past and shit happens.

genre: angst, fluff, college au

teaser word count: 1,375 expected word count: 10-15k

warnings: cursing, mentions of cigarettes and alcohol, one sex scene but no explicit smut (more to add later on)

playlist: ‘real games’ by lucky daye ☆ ‘each time you fall in love’ by cigarettes after sex ☆ (more to add later on)

a/n: a belated birthday fic for renjun :,] i’ve been waiting for the right time to write a long and angsty fic and i think now is the perfect time aaaa i’m so excited to write again ! for now, enjoy a little snippet ♡

i. each time you fall in love

renjun was confused as to why he was standing between sweaty bodies of frat boys when he could be laying down in his own clean sheets while binge watching a new show. but no, his best friend just had to quite literally physically drag him to this party. jaemin has been pestering renjun into accompanying him to a frat party so renjun can finally “get some.” while in reality, the only “some” renjun is in need of is a break, and attending a boring college party only to be pushed around by intoxicated, tall, and freakishly meaty boys isn't the break he was quite fond of.

the short boy has been on his tippy toes in an attempt to look for his friend who forced him here (apparently only to ditch him) in the sea of people. as his toes begin to cramp, renjun gives up and marches his way to the backyard. the wrinkles on his forehead begin to soothe as he feels the cold air relief his slightly sweaty forehead.

he observes the area around him — people out here were dancing more appropriately than those inside, the music was calmer too. he thinks the dimly lit backyard sets the mood well, complimenting the chill rnb music playing in the back. though, the calmness came to a halt when he heard the infamous loud voice of donghyuck calling his name from the side of the area.

renjun smiles at the him and jeno who was standing right beside donghyuck, feeling relieved that he will no longer look like a stupid loner since he’s found a few friends. as he came closer to them, the acrid smell of their cigarettes became more prevalent.

“didn’t take you as a party guy, injunie.” donghyuck nudges him with his shoulder as renjun finds place in between the two, resting his back against the fence.

“that’s because i’m not.”

jeno chuckles at his response, “so jaemin finally succeeded.” renjun huffs. “well, at least enjoy it now that you’re here.”

donghyuck made a noise of agreement. “and you guys consider smoking in the corner fun?” renjun eyes the boys, obviously joking with them but was also curious if they genuinely find pleasure in welcoming those toxins into their system.

“apparently you, a prude, think being a virgin is fun. but i guess we all have different definitions of fun, huh?” donghyuck teases before taking another hit, releasing the smoke and polluting the air.

renjun blinks repeatedly to moisten his burning eyes, “yeah, i expect that same attitude from you when you need an inhaler every five seconds. that’s the only thing you’ll ever hit then.”

jeno coughs out smoke as he laughs at the remark, “you’ve done pissed him off, hyuck. here — take a hit, it’ll feel better.” jeno places the cigarette in front of renjun’s face and winks at him.

renjun mockingly smiles at the taller boy before rolling his eyes and heartily laughing at the banter between him and his good friends.

the boy observes how the smoke leaves the tip of the cigarette to form patterns in the air, creating an infinite amount of stems and designs. like a camera lens, his focus on the killing object in front of him blurs and readjusts on a dancing figure directly behind the cigarette from afar.

jeno slowly drops his hand down as he sees his friend’s gaze shift to another hazardous object — a girl. specifically, you. “you know her?”

renjun thinks about his answer, because you guys don’t know each other personally nor have even talked to one another but he does know of you but he doesn’t want to sound like a creep. saving himself from more insults, he shakes his head. “maybe i should, though.”

not that he pays attention but he’s seen you at a couple of his classes last semester, but sadly none this semester. he remembers how you’d always come in late, but not too late. just late enough for everyone to stop what they’re doing and watch you walk down to your seat. or maybe that was just a natural effect of yours that you hold on people. i mean, renjun didn’t miss the way you put thought into your outfit for every class even if it was a boring lecture. hell, you could show up to class hungover and in pajamas (which you’ve done before a shameful amount of times) and still catch everyone’s attention.

renjun has a pair of functioning eyes so he is very aware of your charming looks. tonight was different, though. you danced confidently right in the center of the grass, with a drink in your hands that hasn’t spilled once thanks to your graceful mannerisms. with the fairy lights hitting your skin, making you glow underneath the dark sky, renjun thought you couldn’t get any prettier.

he was about to inform his friends that he’ll be getting a drink, but noticed that the two boys had already left his side. he cowered at the thought of him just standing there alone with nothing and no one to accompany him while he shamelessly stared at you. making the churning feeling in stomach worsen, your gaze meets his while you continue to dance to the sensual music.

you shot a smile first, renjun immediately gives you one back as he straightens his posture. renjun sees you giggle at his actions then whisper something in your friend’s ear, simultaneously handing your drink to her, to which she pushed you toward his direction and gently patted your bottom.

renjun wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol taking control or you were just this bold, strutting your way toward him — a boy who you don’t even know.

you halt your steps when you stand in front of him, getting a clear view of his pretty face. “you seem a bit lonely.”

renjun gulps, collecting his confidence. “just a bit.”

“want some company then?”

renjun smiles genuinely at your offer. “i would love that actually.” he stares at your features, admiring the dots on your face that would resemble star constellations if someone were to draw lines to connect them. “i’m renjun.” he was smart enough to wipe his hands discreetly behind him before putting them out.

“nice to meet you, renjun. i’m y/n.” you took his hand and shook it lightly. “i think i’ve seen you in one of my classes before? i might be wrong.” you tilt your head slightly. renjun almost melts at the sight.

he smiles before nodding, eyes shining. “yeah, i’m shocked you remember. i don’t usually talk during class.” he laughs. it seems that every time he smiles, your palms become sweatier and your neck’s temperature increases.

“don’t worry, pretty boys like you don’t need to do much to catch yourself some attention.”

renjun laughs nervously at the compliment, fiddling with the ends of his oversized jacket. “you're the one to talk but thank you.” his eyes twinkled as he spoke, the moonlight hitting the highest points of his face precisely. “you wanna go sit over there?” he points to the chairs near your standing figures. you nodded and began to walk your way toward the spot with renjun following suit.

renjun wasn’t sure how it happened. how the night turned from arguing with jaemin over a pointless party to now — not wanting to leave the damn place. how he was able to maintain a real conversation with you, not some excruciatingly boring small talk that neither party enjoys. he learned much about your character and questioned how much more perfect you can be. on the other hand, you learned that renjun makes pleasant company as he eased through the night talking to you about anything. he made any topic worth listening to if he was the one doing the talking.

as he drove home with a drunk jaemin snoring beside him in the passenger seat, he realized that, for once, renjun was thankful that his best friend is the most stubborn person in the planet and made him go to that stupid frat party.

because now, you’ve got him in your hands and he was completely okay with that.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 years

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 17 of 30]

Summary: Erik considers a different life...

NSFW. Mature Audience. Smut.

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"Twistin', kissin', lifted off of your vision Got me on my knees, you're my religion Speakin' tongues all on your body, no one's listenin' Tap out on you, that's a submission, know you give in? Can't let no time go wasted This moment, can't replace it Sittin' around so lazy Comfortably, we'll fade away…"

Lucky Daye- "Roll Some Mo"

He saw her come home.

With Zachary.

The tension in his face and the accusatory tone in his voice upset her. The high she was on from having him back, having him in her arms again crashed down around her as she saw a glint of anger in his eyes.

"Don't be vex."

"I'm not. I’m asking a simple question."

"You saw he gave me a ride home. I was upset about you being gone. He probably wanted to make sure I was—"

"Nah, he was tryna take advantage of the situation."

Sydette toddled around them both, swinging her doll baby and grabbing for Erik's leg then Yani's. She tossed the doll into the air.

"Mama..Baba…look!"

Yani watched her daughter move around them. She felt the binding of small knots forming in her stomach. The same type of knots she would get when Chez used to accuse her of cheating or flirting or doing anything he deemed inappropriate.

The more niggas changed the more they stayed the same.

She normally checked the security feeds first thing in the morning, and totally forgot about it once she was in Erik's arms again. Zachary meant no harm. She was sure of that. But she also got the feeling that Zachary had grown a pair since their last encounter because he didn't act intimidated by Erik.

"I thought you were dead."

"I know I was gone long. But you just jumped to me being dead so quick?"

He inched closer to her. Sydette's hand held onto his leg.

"I didn't know what to think. Klaue…I've heard him talk of his men being killed after they leave here. You told me bad things happen."

His eyes softened.

"Zachary listened to me. I told him how I was feeling…he listened to me. That's all. I was in a bad way and he listened to me express my fears. I didn't ask him to come back here."

"He should've called you. I don't want him coming up here like that. Shit ain't cool. Why you shaking your head?"

"Mi no child. You talkin' to me like mi Sweet Pea or Bam…like I'm not a grown-ass woman. Acting like you scared of him. Like him come up here and steal mi away—"

Yani tilted her neck.

"Yuh think that, Killmonger?"

Her voice went up an octave and Erik's eyes shifted away from hers and his lips formed a serious pout.

"Serious?"

Yani sucked her teeth and reached out to stroke his cheek. He pulled back from her and glanced down at Sydette who kept patting his leg to get his attention.

For true.

He was worried.

"I ever give you cause for concern?"

His eyes finally settled back on her face.

"Nah. But you didn't have to kiss him."

"It was nothing. A simple thank you. For listenin'. For gettin' mi home safe."

She stepped closer to him and lifted her head up. Her lips touched his, light as a feather.

"That's all it was."

His eyes were closed when she pulled back.

"But mi kiss you like this."

Yani touched his cheek again, then ran her fingers through his hair before she pulled his face down close to hers.

Searing. Wet. Open-mouthed. Tongues dancing.

Yani felt her daughter's hand touch her knee. She pulled back from Erik and his body leaned forward to follow her when she did. His hands cradled her face as he dove back into her mouth.

Shit.

He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Dragging her nails softly along the nape of his neck, Erik's lips enchanted her. Enticed her. Made her push back on the red flags she was feeling when he questioned her at the front gate.

She leaned back from his face and his eyes were still closed.

"Mama, up!"

Yani glanced down at her baby and Sydette had her arms reaching for the sky.

"I got you baby girl," Erik said.

He let Yani drop back down to her bare feet and he leaned down to raise Sydette up.

"Hungry?" he asked Sydette.

"Yes!"

"C'mon, let's make your Mama breakfast and then we can go swim. Okay?"

Head nodding vigorously, Sydette pointed to the floor.

"Bring baby," she said.

"You want your baby to cook with us?"

"Yes!"

Yani picked it up from the floor and handed it to Sydette. She watched Erik waltz away with her daughter and for a moment she thought of joining them. But she wanted to get to her phone first.

Slipping into the master bedroom, Yani snatched her phone from the nightstand. Swiped quickly.

"Yani—"

"What were you doing back here?"

She could hear Zachary still driving in his car.

"Checking on you. That man staying there with you?"

"He works for my boss."

"That's the dude from that night. The one you drove home with—"

"Yeah—"

"He's your man?"

Silence.

"He's the one you were cryin' about? The one who ghosted you?"

"He came home last night."

"Came home?"

Yani rubbed her forehead.

"You moved on fast then. I didn't have a chance."

"You left me, Zachary. I wanted to be with you."

"I was stupid. I should've had you stay."

"You can't come over here again."

"He tell you that?"

Yani couldn't answer. She stared at her reflection in the wall mirror.

"If it don't work out, I want another chance."

"Zachary—"

"I'll wait for you, Yani."

Him so sweet. Still.

Had he been that way on that night, taken his lumps and let her nurse him back, maybe they would've been a real couple.

She could smell frying meat and the rich aroma of fresh-brewed coffee. Her stomach growled. Famished.

"I gotta go."

"Call me sometime. Just to talk or whatever. No pressure."

"Okay."

She hung up.

The walk into the kitchen had her feeling antsy, but when she saw Sydette sitting on the kitchen island watching Erik make the waffle batter, her little doll baby cradled in her chunky arm, Yani felt like the choice had been made for her as to who she was supposed to be with.

"What is this?" Erik asked Sydette.

"Ah egg."

"Where do we put it?"

Sydette pointed to her belly and Erik laughed.

"How we gonna make the waffles without the egg, Sweet Pea?"

Erik cracked several eggs against the mixing bowl and quickly stirred in milk and cinnamon with a touch of vanilla extract. Sydette watched him whip up the batter and he let her stick her finger in and taste the concoction.

"Good?" he asked.

She wiggled her hips.

"Good," she answered.

"Alright, we are ready to pour this on the griddle…hey, baby."

His eyes took Yani in.

"Hey. Smells good in here."

"Bacon and sausage…do me a favor, take that coffee off for me…hold on Sweet Pea, you'll be eating soon."

"Ova there," Sydette said reaching for him.

Yani picked up Sydette and carried her over to the griddle so she could watch Erik pour in the batter and close the waffle maker lid. Her daughter's eyes were fascinated with the liquid pouring over the deep squares, and there was a look of delight when Erik lifted it back up to reveal thick fluffy waffles and not wet batter.

Erik heard Yani's stomach grumble. He grinned.

"Almost done."

"I'm not rushing you."

Yani put Sydette on the floor and handed her a few napkins to carry.

"Take that to the table outside."

Yani grabbed the plates and silverware Erik had on the island and followed her daughter out onto the porch.

She set the small table that they used to eat on and helped Sydette put the napkins next to each plate.

"Get you in your chair, c'mon…"

Erik brought out a serving tray for the meat and a platter of waffles. Yani retrieved butter and syrup.

Their breakfast was pleasant and she couldn't stop staring at Erik. His eyes were bright and playful and he carried on a full conversation with Sydette who kept trying to out-talk him. He was so focused on Sweet Pea that she was able to take in his dangerous beauty. His smiles made her tingle all over, especially when his dimples popped in and out. He had trimmed his beard and mustache giving his face a polished look. When he looked at her there was a sense of peace in his eyes. He was home. With them. She could breathe again.

Yani reached out and touched his hair.

"Lemme, do this for you later," she said. He nodded.

They cleaned up breakfast, changed into swimwear, and walked down to the cove together. Yani carried a book bag, blankets and some coverage for Sydette.

"Bustin' outta that shit girl."

He caressed her breasts inside her bikini top and she slapped at his hands.

Sydette walked in front of them, stopping every few feet to pick up rocks and then broken shells.

"Take that out of your mouth. Not candy," Yani said pushing away a tiny corkscrew shell that Sydette held up to her mouth.

Water in sight, Sydette took off running with Erik right behind her. She fell in the water and Erik helped her back up, while Yani smoothed out two big blankets and the small pop up tent on the sand in a shaded spot.

"Hold on," Erik said.

"'kay," Sydette responded.

Erik held Sydette and waded out to his chest before he let her go. Yani felt proud at how well her daughter could tread before she was dog-paddling to hold onto Erik's neck again. She joined them and they frolicked in the water a long time until Sydette grew weary.

Back on land she and Erik watched the baby play in the sand until it got too warm and she grew sleepy. Yani placed Sydette inside the pop-up tent in the shade and zipped it shut to keep mosquitoes away from her.

Sprawled out next to Erik, Yani stared up at the sky with him, the sun hot but not scorching yet. His hand reached over and held hers.

"I'm sorry."

Erik's voice was small.

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry I couldn't contact you. Sorry for questioning you about Zachary. I wish I could tell you everything about my life, but it isn't safe. At least not now. I wish we could stay like this forever—"

"But we could. Leave Klaue."

"I can't. Not yet…"

Yani watched a slow cloud drift in a lazy swirl across the sky before she closed her eyes. She wished he could stay with them forever. He was there with them for a little longer. That would have to be enough.

###

Erik turned his head on the blanket to stare at Yani. Her eyes were closed and her face was relaxed. Her skin was sun-bronzed to a rich hue.

This could be his life.

Erik imagined them getting their own little house on another hill somewhere. He could work on the island while she became a nurse. They could raise Sydette together. He could bring them to Oakland to meet his grandpop, or take them to D.C. to see his play Uncle Bakari and Aunt Shavonne. There was London and his play Aunt Serah and Uncle Addae. He could take them to Brazil, teach Sydette capoeira with his play cousin Marisol…

He could live a life. A real one. He could have what his parents never had.

He shocked his own mind with his other thoughts.

A child.

He could have a child with her. His very own. He could give Sydette a sibling.

His eyes trailed up and down Yani's body.

The idea sprouted.

Yani carrying his child.

Their lovemaking was already intense and often beyond wild, but what would it feel like to intentionally want to place his seed in her womb to take root?

Blood rushed to his manhood.

What would she look like with a swollen belly that he caused?

He could taste his own baby's milk first.

He could cook for her and his child.

He could make Sydette his.

A family.

He could have it.

"Whew..getting hot now. I'm going in the water…what?" she said.

Yani sat up rubbing her arm, her skin darker. She moved to get off of the blanket but he pulled her arm toward him.

He sought out her mouth and when they connected, he pushed her back onto the blanket. His lips burned with the need to keep her close, and when he heard her groaning, his tongue went deeper. He shifted above her and her legs opened allowing him to rest his erection on her mound. He held his weight up with his hands as he continued ravishing her mouth, his full lips overpowering her into submission.

His fingers slid to untie her bikini bottom. He wasted little time plucking off her top and letting her heavy breasts go free.

Releasing her lips, he sat back on his knees and looked down at her vulva.

So fat. So juicy. Her inner labia wings plump and wide open for him.

He pulled off his trunks and her eyes flicked over to the baby's beach tent.

"She's fine," he said.

Pushing her thighs wide open he felt his mouth water. Her eyes gazed down at his thick shaft and he stroked it for her. Her lips quirked.

"Killmonger."

His eyes blinked hard, her voice bending him. He prayed to God that she would never say his name like that when she begged him to quit his life with Klaue. All his years of preparation and sacrifice could go up in smoke. It almost happened once, but he forged ahead, never thinking another woman could ever put him in that position again.

He squeezed the tip of his dick, let her see how hard he was for her. His body was on fire and it took little time for his pre-cum to spill out. He slid it up and down his rigid cock, and when he had it fat and glistening, he tapped it gently on her clit.

"Oh!"

Her gasp made his balls jump.

He sank down and pressed his lips into her folds, her legs reaching up to the blue sky. Smacking his lips, he spit on her clit and traced an infinity sign with his tongue up and down her wet pussy. Moaning her name while he drank from her center, he felt the growing need to enter her. He raised above her again and nibbled on her earlobes, running the tip of his tongue along the shell. "Yani," he whispered.

Her moans of pleasure tickled his ears and made his dick bob with desperate anticipation.

"Still love me?" he asked.

Yani's fingers reached up and gripped his erection and they both watched the pooling of pre-sum seep from his slit. Her touch was electric and Erik lined himself up with her throbbing opening and rested his glans there. All her juicy pink flowered open with sticky abandon.

A life with her.

Putting life in her.

"Ooohh…." she moaned.

Yani's hips buckled when he pressed into her, stretching her opening, his girth pushing in slow inch by inch. His hands caressed her breasts and when his dick bottomed out, he gave slow deep thrusts.

Big thighs slick with sweat, breasts pliant in his hands, her hips winding and her pussy surrounding his shaft tight, Erik couldn't help but moan and groan as he pumped into her with a purpose.

"Damn, Yani…fuck me baby…fuck me…"

His eyes felt like liquid as his strokes were hitting their mark, Yani's head whipping back and forth from the sensations he gave her. Rich gushy sounds came from their joining, and when his fingers pinched her nipples, thoughts of impregnating her ran wild in his head again.

"Oh shit!" he cried out when she lifted her legs higher and held them with her hands.

They could hear his balls smacking her cheeks and her pussy was creaming on his dick. Looking down he could see her juices coating his long shaft, the glossy slickness making him slip and hit the side of her walls. He was working her pussy hard and her back was jammed down onto the blanket and on the sand underneath. Her fingernails raked at a few keloids on his arms, and the sensation was both pleasurable and a little painful.

Her eyes held his in a powerful gaze when he locked her legs around him. He wanted to flood her womb. Swiveling his hips, he hit another side of her tight walls and she yelped with surprise when he sank further in. He was hitting her cervix and he pressed deeper to get his spongy tip right against it.

"Killmonger…God…my pussy," she whimpered.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and his eyes traced the horizon of the sea before him.

How was this possible?

To be here like that with her and wanting to make a baby?

Him.

A baby.

His fucked up life and past. His brutal work and destruction across the globe. His burning rage for revenge and putting King T'Chaka and Prince T'Challa deep in the dirt of his father's homeland. He was going to be a King one day soon. He was going to shake up the world.

Now was not the time to make a child. It was time for plotting. A time for taking. Not making.

But her eyes were on him, those eyes that made him weak every time he looked at her damn face. Fucking Yani.

Why the fuck did she have to be swimming naked in the sea that day? Why did she have to be here? She twisted up everything, spun him out of control. Made him question his whole life trajectory.

"Shit!" he yelled.

He pumped harder into her, a tinge of anger heating his thrusts. She was fucking up his mental state. She was fucking up his legacy. He had gotten past it with Disa, but this beautiful bitch taking his thick dick right under him was dragging him back into uncertainty.

"You take this fucking dick, baby…look at you taking this big dick!" he shouted.

He lifted up and pinned his fists onto the blanket and slammed his erection into her. Her breasts bounced wildly and her thick cheeks smacked so loud against him. She was uttering sounds that had him on edge and ready to spill his cum so deep inside of her.

"Yeah…yeah…I know you missed Daddy's dick…I see how you acting wit it. Pussy swallowing my shit…"

He wanted to create something precious with her.

For once give life instead of snatching it away.

Yani's arms clutched him tight, her body submitting to his desire for her.

"Baby…got my balls soaked!"

Blood thundered in his ears and face. He felt his nuts tighten, along with the cords in his neck.

"I missed you so much Killmonger…"

Her face was angelic, her plump lips parted and so ready for more sloppy wet kisses.

"I'ma nut so deep in your pussy, Yani…so fucking deep."

His groin was soaked with her fluid and more sticky juices flowed out from her pussy. He couldn't keep his eyes from watching his shaft sink in and out of her with wet sounds erupting with each pump. How was this girl getting wetter? His throat grew tight and his moans were more drawn out until he sounded like a child whining for more candy. It made Yani squeeze her eyes shut and her pussy tightened around him more.

"Oh, fucking take it…take it…oh yeah…take this fucking dick…give it to me baby. Give me that pussy…fuck…you so good…open those fucking legs wider for me…just like that…I want you to cum on this dick. Cum on your dick, baby."

Yani's eyes were open and staring at his cock ramming into her. Three goddamn weeks away from her. He made her cry and think he was dead. He opened up a door that Zachary thought he could slip into.

Zachary.

Erik rested his eyes on Yani's face.

What if he had been gone longer? Would she have let Zachary back into her life? Moved on and he'd be left to mourn another failed love?

The look in Zachary's eyes let Erik know that he would be on the sidelines waiting for his chance to be with Yani. He was bold enough to tell Yani to call him in front of Erik's face.

The thought of that young pup being on top of Yani irked the shit out of him. He'd been that way once himself-wanting a girl who was with someone—and letting her know he was there when she got tired of the bullshit.

"This my pussy, right?"

He flexed his back muscles and shifted his weight to bear down on her. Her soft sighs made the hair on his neck raise.

"Tell me," he pleaded.

"It's yours…"

The arch in his back dipped more as he plunged to the root of his dick and held her hands down against her sides with his own. His thighs held her legs wide open. He was ready to cum. But he wanted her to climax first so he could witness her pleasure before his own.

"Erik…"

Fuck.

She said his name like it was a supplication, an entreaty to his soul. The lump in his throat made him bite his lip as he felt the small prick of tears form in his eyes. The weight of his dick tugged on her clit and he saw it pulling the hood down. She was so swollen around him. His woman.

A wave crashed on the beach and Erik watched a wide swathe of water snake its way closer to their blankets. The mid-day tide moved in fast around the cove.

He moved slow but pressed hard inside of her.

Lips touched and he slathered her mouth with slow wet kisses that punctuated the slow deep thrusts he gave her engorged folds. He vacillated between kissing and plunging balls deep into her until Yani's heated body catapulted him beyond what he could handle.

"Shit…oh shit…girl…"

The first hot spurts of his semen released and he gasped along with her as he felt her walls spasm along his brick-hard length. It felt like a tight rippling of several soft wet lips sucking him off in an even rhythm along his shaft.

"Yani!"

He clutched her hands tight and pushed his glans deeper so he could get against her cervix…wanting to drench her womb with all of his seed.

Have my child.

Yani's breasts heaved against his hot sweaty chest and a splash of seawater hit the back of her head. She lifted up by clinging to his shoulders, the drops of water trickling down from her scalp, and for a single moment of time, Erik thought she knew what he was trying to do. Her legs squeezed around his ass and her sweet shouts of his name made him release even more semen.

Panting and holding her against him, so deep down in her pussy, Erik watched the sea once more.

He thought of his father.

His mother.

Was this what it was like for them when they made him?

Did they just decide to create him even if they knew that things might not be the way they wanted it to be?

Did they even suspect the ending that befell them was a possibility?

Erik wiped the tears from his eyes before Yani saw them.

To want something and know you couldn't have it was killing him.

He rested easy inside of her body until he felt his penis become flaccid and he pulled out from her. Yani laid back onto the damp blanket, not caring about water rushing around her head.

His Black mermaid.

Sated.

Her pussy full of his hot essence.

Her thighs fell open and he could see how much he put in her. Thick pearly white cum sat in the entrance of her wet pink slit. When he thumbed her opening, she took her fingers and held it open for him to see.

"Fuck, girl."

Dipping two fingers into her, he felt how much he put in Yani. She was full of him. He bent over her and kissed every inch of her, stopping at her soft round belly, his lips hesitant to release her.

She played with her breasts for him until the water got to be too much. She jumped up and peed near a shrub, then moved over to Sydette's tent.

Erik slipped on his trunks and folded up the soaked blankets. Sydette fretted from being woken up.

"Hold her for me," Yani said.

He watched her pack up the tent and her bookbag, and he handed her the baby in exchange for the bag and blankets. He felt his dick thicken again as he watched her walk back up to the main house naked, big hips swaying, cheeks jiggling, tits bouncing…

Sydette fell back to sleep, her head rested on Yani's shoulder.

His throat grew tight again following them.

His beautiful woman. His precious little girl.

Mine.

###

Four times.

He fucked her four times that day.

His return and his encounter with Zachary changed Erik.

Yani felt it on the beach when he made love to her. The sex was way different. Like he had something to prove. As the tide rolled in for the afternoon, his release triggered an intense climax from her. Cumming together was always a special treat, but the way he growled her name in her ear after his loud shouts made her heart skip.

She read a new book while he surfed the net, and after they ate a late lunch and Yani fed the baby, they showered together and she dropped to her knees to suck him off before he had her up against the glass shower door taking her hard and fast from behind. She washed his hair with her cherry herbal shampoo and they sat out on the porch with him sitting between her legs as she palm rolled his locs.

Sydette came running out with her doll baby and sat down in front of him watching Yani separate new growth and conjoined locs.

Fingers dipping into the homemade loc butter she made, Yani was gentle with Erik's scalp.

"Hold this Sweat Pea," Yani said allowing her daughter to hold the container of loc butter.

Erik's hair was soft at the root and course at the tips. She gently pushed his head down and dipped a finger into the jar Sydette held. When she separated some new growth, she noticed a patch of hair that was lighter in color. A coppery reddish-brown. Almost auburn.

"Did you dye your hair before?"

"Nah."

"You have a patch of red hair."

"Birthmark. From my Mom. She had red hair. Black ginger."

Yani coated the hair with loc butter and let her soft palms roll over the strands until the new growth was twisted in neat against his scalp. The muscles in his back flexed as he held his head down for her. Sydette stuck her fingers in the hair cream and stood to wipe it on Erik's hair.

"Not too much," Yani said.

She took the jar from her daughter and placed it on the table near them and cornrowed the hair she had already tended to.

"Look at this girl," Yani said, still holding onto a loc.

She watched Erik lift his head up and look to his side.

Sydette had pulled aside her bikini top and was sucking on her nipple.

"Sweet Pea, let your Mama finish my hair first," he said.

Yani continued rolling the strands of Erik's hair as her daughter ignored her work and fed from her.

"What was your Mom like?"

Yani finished the last two locs on his scalp and Erik tilted his head back up. She lifted Sydette onto her lap and tucked her bikini top back over her breast.

Erik never said much about his family. Just that his parents were dead. He shared one picture of his mother with him when he was about three and that was it. He looked like her.

His eyes focused out on the water.

"She was…hmmm…my whole world. Had my Pops wrapped around her finger. Me too. She was powerful…loving. Funny. She used to make me and my father laugh so hard. She liked to cuss. She was a dancer in college. She taught me to fight and to dance. She was beautiful. Really beautiful. She had this big ass 'fro that looked like…fire. I wanted to be her so bad. We used to dance together a lot—"

"Oh yeah?"

"My father loved to watch my mother dance. I guess it was an aphrodisiac for him, but she always had music on in the house and once she got to rocking her hips…it was on. She was larger than life. Sharp tongue. Independent. You remind me of her sometimes."

His eyes glanced at her.

"I miss her. But that little patch of red in my hair, it's like she's with me, y'know? For always."

His eyes darted back to the sea.

She stroked the small patch of red in his hair and he took her fingers and kissed them.

"They would've loved this…my parents. This view is amazing."

He said no more about his mother. Or father. And Yani felt like she had pried open something too tender for him to talk about much further.

She rocked Sydette and watched the sea with him.

###

The two weeks after his return were the best times of Yani's life. They had a routine once more. She did whatever she wanted while he worked on whatever new project Klaue had him on. They spent time with her family, and even her parents came around to tolerating him.

Zachary still checked on her through social media and an occasional text message. She said nothing to Erik about it. He was happy. She was happy. Sydette blossomed with them both together.

All was well until her period didn't come on time.

Two days after her due date, Yani panicked.

Erik became so caught up in his work that he didn't really notice her falling apart.

She snuck away from the compound and bought a pregnancy kit, the most expensive kind on the market. She hid it in her purse and once she arrived at the compound, she stashed it in the middle house bathroom.

This couldn't be happening.

Again.

###

Chp. 18 Here

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