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HOLY SHIT TESSA 😵
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hii can i request bestfriends heeseung and y/n who have never done anything together but one night while having a sleepover things just go in that direction 👀👀👀 (using prompts 8 & 12 please🥺)
A/N: this is such a cute concept i love it (u didn’t specify who says what so i chose lol i hope thats okay, I also made hee a soft dom)
Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming
Word count: 3k
You tap lotion onto your face as Heeseung pulls his sheet mask off. He pats the remaining product into his skin.
“You don’t even need that,” you roll your eyes. “Your skin is already perfect.”
“Jealous?” he teases.
“Yes, I one hundred percent am.” you admit and he chuckles.
You finish up in the bathroom and then plop onto your bed. Heeseung leans over you and grabs the remote on your nightstand. He clicks to Bojack Horseman as always then lays down next to you, scrolling through his phone.
You kick him in the shin. “Gimme some space.”
He frowns and sprawls himself on top of you. “What, you don’t wanna love on me?”
You laugh and try to push him off. “I feel violated.”
He rolls away, chuckling.
You’re scrolling through tiktok together when a video of someone joking about porn comes up. You cackle and Heeseung looks at you.
“How do you know about that?” he asks, wide eyed.
“What do you mean?” you ask awkwardly.
“Do you watch porn?” he asks and you turn away from him, giggling.
“That’s a very private question.” you say, covering your face with your hands.
“So you do!” he exclaims and he’s blushing too.
You guys talked about sex occassionaly, only when you were sharing stories about hook ups though.
“What kind do you watch?” he says, only half joking and you punch him in the shoulder.
“That’s an extremely private question.” you say.
“I thought we were for lifers.” he replies and you laugh.
If he were a female friend you wouldn’t hesitate to tell her all of this, but for some reason he made you shy. You still remember when you became aware that he was a guy. It was the summer before tenth grade when he grew three inches, his voice dropped, and his shoulders began to broaden. It was the summer you became more aware of his masculinity and ever since then, things kind of changed. Not for the worse, things are just different now.
You continue to scroll when another scandalous tiktok comes up. It said something about wanting to be dominated and taken control of.
You groan. “Why do I keep getting these things?”
“The for you page gives you things that it knows you’d like.” he remarks and you scrunch your nose at him. “What? I think it was pretty hot.”
You choke. “You’re a bottom?”
“No!” he guffaws. “I meant to be the giver in that situation.”
“Ohhh,” you say, trying not to get too embarrassed. The thought of him doing that to someone drove you a little insane.
“Are you?” he asks and you shove him.
“You weirdo.” you accuse and he holds his hands up.
“I just think best friends should know these things about each other.”
You shrug him off and turn your phone off. “I don’t trust my phone anymore, let’s watch yours.”
You scoot over to him and rest your head on his shoulder.
He scoffs. “I thought you wanted space?”
“Are you complaining?” you tease.
“Of course not.” He fake yawns to get his arm around you and you cackle.
He taps a gentle beat onto your shoulder while scrolling through instagram. You can’t help but tense up in his embrace. He had been a bit more touchy than usual lately; random hugs, playing with your fingers, adjusting your clothes, and tying up your shoelaces whenever he could.
“Wow I do not like this.” he says at someone’s prom outfit.
“Me neither,” you frown. “It’s kind of outdated.”
“When’s our prom?” he asks.
“I think in a month.”
“We’re going together right?” he asks and your heart skips a beat. You figured that you’d go together but him asking you made you anxious.
“Yeah,” you try to sound confident.
“Are we gonna coordinate our outfits?” he lightly squeezes your side and you squeal.
“But we’re not going as a couple.” you say and he rolls his eyes.
“So? It’d be weird to show up together with mismatched outfits.” he says and you nod in agreement. “Do you have an idea of what you wanna wear?” he asks.
“I think I wanna go more simple and do black.” you say and he groans.
“You always wear black dresses.”
“And? I look hot in them.” you defend.
“You’re right you’re right.” he accepts defeat and you giggle.
As the night goes on you slowly slump further into Heeseung’s side. At one point his arm goes numb so you scooch in front of him and rest your back against his chest. You’ve gotten used to being so close to him, and at this point you just wanted more.
His arms are wrapped loosely around you as you watch Coraline on the tv. He reaches up to run his hand through his hair but instead punches you decently hard in the boob. You yelp and hold your chest.
“Ahh! Sorry sorry!” he holds your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
You can’t help but laugh through your pain. “Trying to make me lose a boob or something?”
“Noo, no I’m sorry, forgive me.” he asks, sounding genuinely worried.
Sure you were exaggerating your reaction, but what’s wrong with having a little fun with him.
You elbow him in the side and he cries out.
“Revenge.” you say with a smug smile.
He waits a moment before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. He’s always stronger than you would’ve guessed. You yell as he climbs on top of you and begins to tickle your sides.
You kick around and try to push him off but he won’t budge.
“Get off, I’m dying!” you cackle from his relentless tickling.
“You asked for it.” he says.
“I thought we promised no tickle fights?” you grab a pillow to protect yourself but he’s quick to chuck it away.
“I had my fingers crossed.” he jokes.
You muster all of your strength and hook your leg around him to get him onto his back, a trick Jungwon taught you.
Without thought, you climb on top of him and pin his hands down. It take you a moment to realize what position you’re in. You both freeze for a second before bursting out laughing.
You fall onto your back, holding your chest.
“What the hell was that?” he asks, laughing. “Some fifty shades of gray type of shit.”
You kick him in the shoulder. “I’m sorry!” you say through a fit of giggles. You try to push yourself up but your legs are bent in a way that makes it a little tough. Heeseung assists you and pulls you up into a sitting position by your waist.
You’re still giggling a bit when you feel his nose brush against yours.
“Hi.” you whisper and he waits a moment before gently pushing his lips against yours. Your heart leaps into your throat but you try to stay calm as possible.
He pulls away (to your disappointment) and looks at you with wide eyes.
“Fuck, I’m sorry-” he says and before he can finish your hold his face and kiss him back. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you flush against him.
You can’t believe that this is happening. You wonder if all the things you’ve fantasized about would happen tonight. Of course not, you’re crazy, you think. But you could already imagine with hands adventuring your body, touching you just how you like it.
Your fingers dip into the back of his shirt collar. You’re barely touching his skin, but it still feels so special.
His lips move to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. Your breath becomes increasingly ragged as his kisses become more open mouthed and messy.
He looks up at you. “Is this okay? Like do you want this?”
You nod eagerly and he smiles. “Cute.” he says to himself.
He gently rests you onto your back and traces your waist before pushing your top up. He peppers kisses all over your stomach and ribs before getting to the band of your bralette.
You blush. “I would’ve worn something nicer if I knew this was gonna happen.”
He shakes his head. “I like it, it’s pretty.”
You tug your shirt over your head along with your bra. He lets out a small gasp and you rush to cover yourself.
“Wait, no no.” he pulls your hands away.
“You’re making me shy.” you turn your head away and he chuckles.
“So perfect.” he says before softly kissing your chest.
You let out a small moan while running your fingers through his hair.
He slowly runs his tongue over your nipples while rubbing your sides. You can feel wetness starting to pool in your underwear.
You instinctively swivel your hips, looking for some kind of stimulation and he smiles.
“Do you need something?” he asks teasingly and you feel your cheeks heat up.
“Yeah,” you answer.
“What is it?”
You shake your head out of embarrassment.
“Well you’re gonna have to tell me or I’m just gonna leave you like this.” he says nonchalantly and you sigh.
You swallow your pride. “Touch me, please?”
“Attagirl.” he says and tugs your shorts off. “Show me how you like it.”
Your eyes widen. “Huh?”
“You heard me,” he says. “Show me first.”
You breathe in nervously before sliding your hand into your underwear. You circle your clit once and do your best to hold in a moan. He pulls your underwear to the side to watch you.
“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asks. “When you’re home alone and it’s late at night?”
You nod sheepishly and he smiles. “What do you imagine?”
“I’m not telling you,” you blush. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. If you tell me, I'll tell you what I think about too.” he suggests and you accept the deal.
“I-I imagine my fingers being yours,” you swallow thickly.
“Mhm,” he encourages you while gingerly kissing your thighs.
“And,” you hesitate for a moment. “I imagine your tongue on me, and you filling me up. What about you?”
He smiles. “I imagine touching you like this,” he rubs his hands down your thighs and reaches up to pinch your nipples. “I imagine kissing you here,” he kisses your inner thigh, “and here,” he kisses you so close to where you need him the most and you quiver. He grabs your hand and pushes your fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widen and he smirks. “You taste good.”
You nearly cum just from seeing and hearing that.
“I imagine doing this.” He lowers his head and licks a gentle stripe up your pussy. Your thighs snap around his head and he pushes them back open.
“Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” he says before delving into you. Your back arches off the bed right away and your fingers find his hair. Goddamn he’s good.
He circles his tongue on your clit, hungrily but still gently.
“Fuck,” you exhale and he smiles.
He pushes a finger into you with ease and soon adds another. You roll your hips against his tongue as his fingers pump in and out of you. You whimper as the overwhelming pleasure runs through your body.
“Oh my god,” you squeak as your legs begin to shake. Already? You think.
His fingers stay at a steady pace as he messily sucks on your clit. You tug at his hair and he moans into you.
“Please don’t stop.” you beg and he obeys.
Your hips begin to lift off the mattress and he pins you down, keeping you in place. Your orgasm pours through you like sweet syrup, leaving you trembling under him.
He comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. You wipe your juices off his chin with your thumb then lick it off.
He watches you in awe. “God you’re hot.”
You pull his hoodie over his head and push him onto his back. Your fingers trace his shoulders, then his waist, and every muscle on his torso. You kiss him down to the band of his sweats before pulling them down along with his Calvins.
His cock springs up and hits his lower stomach. You slowly kiss up his shaft then waste no time getting him in your mouth. He hisses and caresses your hair.
He hits the back of your throat every time you bob your head but you don’t care. His head drops back with a tempting moan.
“Fuck you’re good.” he says with a small smile.
You stroke the inches you can’t reach with your hand.
You wish you could imprint this image of him in your mind: his head lulling back, his adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows, his brows furrowing, his mouth parting open. You’re almost tempted to take a photo.
You take him all the way into your throat and swallow around him. The moan he lets out sounds better than a song.
You look up at him and watch him rake his hand through his hair. His abs contract every time you come down on him.
“Just like that,” he purrs, sending heat straight to your core.
You feel so dirty with your spit dripping down your chin but at the same time, it feels so good.
“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Sucking this cock so well.”
You nod at him and he smiles.
“Come here,” he pulls you into a position where he can reach you better and squeezes your ass. He tenderly traces his fingers down your spine before slowly pushing two fingers into you. You whine on his cock and he smirks.
“Still so wet.” he says while slightly curling his fingers, you jolt and he chuckles. “Feels good huh?”
You nod and he pets your hair. “Keep going, that’s it.”
His fingers pick up the pace as your sucking and licking becomes more sloppy.
His moans become more desperate and when he expects you to pull off you keep your head down, taking his cum down your throat.
“Did you just swallow?” he asks you, still breathing heavy.
You nod with a smile and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.
He flips you onto your back, eagerly kissing down your body before lining himself up with your entrance.
“Fuck me please,” you exhale and he smiles.
“Of course,” he pushes into you and you whine from the feeling. He stretches you out just right. “God you have good pussy.” he moans and you giggle.
He leans down to kiss you and you whimper into his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” you plead and he kisses your neck, sucking and nibbling to leave a hickey. “People are gonna see.” you say and he smiles.
“That’s the point.” he says. "Don’t you want people to know how good you are for me?”
You blush and nod.
“Give me one too sweetheart.” he says softly while leaning over you.
You rub up and down his sides while gently biting and licking at his neck, leaving a pretty red blush on his neck.
His fingers trail down to circle your clit while grinding his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back as he does so and he smiles. He can’t stop thinking about how captivating you are. He can’t take his eyes off you. Which gives him an idea.
He grabs your jaw and turns it to the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.
Your heartbeat quickens, not used to seeing yourself in this state.
“Look how good you take it.” he says and you can’t deny it, you look hot as fuck.
He looks at you watching his cock disappear in and out of your cunt. You drag your hands over your waist and go to roll your nipples between your fingers.
His fingers are so slick on your clit from your juices and everything feels so good that you can’t really believe it.
He grabs onto the headboard for leverage and he looks so fucking good like this. Ever since he turned your head to the mirror, you can’t look away. You only turn to face him when your legs begin to shake and the fire in your stomach starts to dance.
“Please don’t stop,” you say with sparkling eyes. “I’m close.”
“Cum for me sweetheart,” he says right by your ear. “Be good.”
That alone sends you over the edge.
You’re back arches and your eyes roll back as your orgasm surges through you. He moans into your neck as he releases into you. You’re still pulsing around him when he finishes.
He kisses your cheeks as you come down for your high. “You did so well princess.”
You can’t help but cling to him and he chuckles. “I have to pull out of you eventually.”
“I like the way you feel.” you whine and he smiles.
You opt to cock warm him. He lays on his back and pulls you on top to straddle him. He gently pushes into you as you lay on his chest and enjoy the feeling.
He strokes your back and kisses your shoulder for a bit before he starts to subdtley thrust up into you.
You give him a look and he smiles at you sheepishly. “Wanna go again?”
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And Then He Was Gray (Part Five)
Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.
Author’s Note: I’m baaaaack!!!! 😄 So sorry this took so long to update! I feel so bad, but I promise I have a good reason why it’s been forever since I’ve posted. Please see my Big Announcement Update for further info. I’ve missed you all!
Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)
Warnings: Swears, god f*cking dammit.
LOTS AND LOTS OF DIRTY, FILTHY SMUT including, but not limited to, biting, sucking, groping, Jin throwing Y/n around a bit, the giving/receiving of hickeys, BDSM themes, fingering, Jin going all in on Y/n’s praise kink, face-fucking, smut, smut, and more smut.
Forget the gallon of holy water, I need an entire pool-full of the stuff 😂 Enjoy!
Word Count: 2,178
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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Five
Once Jin had shut and locked his front door, I turned around and looked at him from across the room, eyes wide with apprehension. He stared at me for a few long moments, a playful smile drawing the corners of his full, cotton-candy lips upward, his large hands shoved in his pockets.
“Tell me what you want,” he said so quietly I almost didn’t catch it.
“Want… Want you,” I murmured.
Jin crossed the room, stepping so close to me I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I looked down in embarrassment, but he wasn’t having any of that. He gently cupped both sides of my jaw with his hands and raised my gaze until it was locked onto his. I drew in a shaky breath, trembling from the suspense, as his head dipped further down until his lips mercifully brushed against mine.
I let out a satisfied moan, finally getting a taste of what I desired, as I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around Jin’s neck and tugging him closer. Jin let go of my face, putting his hands to work elsewhere. They scrambled over my body, not able to decide on a resting place. They first squeezed my hips, then wrapped around them, then moved to massage handfuls of my ass, only to roam north and tweak my clothed breasts until my nipples stiffened.
I gasped and licked inside his mouth, each new sensation bringing me higher and higher until my mind was smothered in a lust-filled haze. I wanted him. I needed him.
Jin suddenly shoved me backward, and I fell on the couch behind me with a loud “Ooomf!”
Before I could question him, he loomed over me, eyes swirling with dark clouds of desire. As slow as could be, Jin raised his arms. His gray, star-studded shirt followed suit, showing off the honey-toned skin of his stomach I’d been dying to get a taste of all night, and the strip of Balenciaga boxers. My mouth watered, forcing me to swallow. Finally, he tugged the shirt off, revealing his smooth, broad shoulders.
Jin stepped closer to the point where I could smell his musky cologne, the spiciness of the scent making my nostrils tingle. God, I wanted nothing but to taste that bare skin. I wanted nothing but to inhale buckets of that scent. Yet I didn’t dare touch him. Not until he gave me the go-ahead. I actually sat on my hands to keep myself from the temptation.
He chuckled a bit at my antics before tantalizingly undoing the button that sealed his jeans together. His fingers grasped the zipper, and I actually bit my lip to contain myself.
Jin took notice and dropped to his knees, pressing the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip and drawing it out from between my teeth. “What did I say about you biting your lip?” he murmured, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura.
“S-Sorry, Sir,” I stuttered. “I-It’s your job.”
“That’s right.”
He kissed me harshly, dominating my mouth with his, taking turns between shoving his tongue down my throat and taking my bottom lip between his lips and sucking. “You know,” he said, drawing back, leaving me panting. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s fair that you get to see me before I get to see you.”
Jin snaked his hands around to my ass and tugged me to the edge of the couch, causing me to let out a yelp. He devoured my mouth once more, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, getting closer and closer to my core until he reached my gray skirt and began to tug it and my panties off all at once. Jin drew back as he slid the fabric down my skin, his eyes following its movement until he reached my calves. I lifted my legs up, allowing him to slide the clothes over my feet and toss them away.
He then grasped both of my knees and forced my legs apart. Heat flooded my cheeks as he stared at my dripping core, fascinated. “Damn,” he murmured. “Such a pretty pussy… just begging to be fucked.”
I whimpered in response to his words, my exposed middle clenching around nothing. Jin let out a low groan when he saw that. “Want me that bad, huh?” he asked.
I nodded eagerly. “Want you so, so bad, Sir.”
Jin stood and undid his zipper, yanking his dark jeans down just enough to expose his hard member bulging from inside his boxers, the tip barely sticking out above the waistband, weeping pre-cum.
He drew closer, standing between my open legs. At long last, he finally freed his dick, tossing his pants and boxers away, and I gasped, my mouth falling open of its own accord. “That’s right, baby girl,” Jin growled. “Suck. But keep those hands underneath that pretty ass of yours.”
I immediately obeyed, sliding my hands underneath my thighs, before shoving the entire, long length of his cock inside my eager mouth. The velvety, soft skin of his member urged me to hollow out my cheeks and suck hard, bobbing my head up and down, earning me several loud gasps and moans from Jin. I got him to the point where his entire frame began to shudder from the pleasure. “Such a good girl,” he managed to gasp out. “No teasing at all… just went straight for it. My kind of girl.”
Encouraged by the praise, I sped up my pace, allowing his cock to hit the back of my throat and activate my gag reflex. I instinctively tried to press my legs together, wanting any sort of friction or relief, but Jin’s body stood in the way.
Jin groaned loudly, gratifying me through his pleasure. He wrapped my hair into his fist and guided me as I continued slurping and sucking around his huge member. “Hold still, baby,” he suddenly commanded. “I’m going to fuck your face.”
At his words, I braced myself and tried to contain myself at the same time. My entire system of nerves felt like they were on fire, tingles running up and down my spine at every moan he let out, flushing with a heat I only dreamed existed before now. “Squeeze my thigh when you need a break,” Jin said.
He suddenly thrust deeply down my throat, holding still there for just a second before pulling nearly all the way back out. He did that a couple more times before increasing his pace, ramming his cock in and out so rapidly I almost couldn’t keep up. I dug my nails into Jin’s thigh, trying to stay in control while staving off the downward spiral that was my own carnal indulgence.
Jin immediately stopped, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. “You okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice, so different from the dominant growl he’d used earlier.
I coughed for a moment, wiping tears from my eyes. “Y-Yes,” I finally spluttered out. “Sorry, I wanted to keep going, I didn’t think, I just needed something to… something to…”
Jin’s eyes were soft as he pulled me upright, a knowing smile hovering over his perfect lips. “Something to hold on to?”
I nodded, looking down in embarrassment.
He lifted my gaze to his with a gentle finger underneath my chin. “Do you want to keep going?”
I nodded eagerly. His dark eyes smoldered, lust filling them, his smile changing into a smirk. I was going to get whiplash from the duality of this man. Jin suddenly scooped me up, causing me to shriek in surprise, before carrying me to his bedroom and tossing me on the bed. “Come here,” he growled.
I obeyed, scooting towards him. Jin peeled my top off, grunting in appreciation when he saw the lacy black bra underneath. “Were you expecting this to happen?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
I shrugged. “Not really. I just… like to feel pretty in all aspects when I go to a party.”
“I see,” he murmured, leaning down and undoing the clasps of my bra, sliding the straps down off my shoulders and tossing the bit of fabric somewhere behind him. He crawled on the bed on top of me, nudging my thighs apart. He leaned back, only for a moment, sliding a condom on his hard, huge length. I swallowed hard at the sight.
Jin let out a low chuckle before grabbing me and flipping me onto my front. “God, this ass,” he groaned, spreading my cheeks apart.
He rubbed the pad of his middle finger up and down my length. “So fucking wet still. That’s my good girl.”
I moaned at his words, soaking up his praise. Jin leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, before prodding me open with his tip. He was enormous, but I knew I could take it. I wanted to take it more than anything at that moment. Inch by inch, he slid inside me, the pressure on my slick walls so phenomenal I could hardly stand it. He bottomed out then slowly slid back until he was nearly all the way out again, then pumped back in. His pace increased as we both adjusted, crescendoing faster and faster until slapping sounds filled the air. I pressed my face into his comforter, moaning loudly as he pounded me into the bed like nothing else mattered. Grunts, growls, and the occasional, “Oh god, you feel so good,” came from behind me as Jin continued ruining me beyond belief.
The building pleasure I felt was unreal. It felt so good, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t open my eyes, hell, I could barely breathe. I could feel my pelvis muscles tightening, a chord in me about to snap.
“Fuck!” Jin cried out, suddenly pulling out of me. My legs trembled as the cold air hit my insides.
“Come here,” he growled, flipping me back over. “I need to see that pretty face as I make you come undone.”
He kissed me harshly, twirling his tongue around mine, groaning loudly as he pressed back inside of me. He went frustratingly slower this time, prolonging both our orgasms, instead choosing to focus on biting and sucking the skin around my neck and breasts, leaving a trail of purple blossoms all over.
Jin pulled back suddenly, sweat making the ends of his hair wet, his lust-filled eyes and parted mouth making me flush with a new wave of heat. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” he murmured.
I audibly gasped as he pumped in and out of me at a lightning-fast tempo, the smell of our juices permeating the air as they began to mix. It was all I could do to moan and feel his delicious length hitting all the right spots. “Gonna cum for me, baby girl?” Jin panted. “Gonna cum so hard around my dick?”
I fucking lost it. All my muscles tightened at once, a gasp coming at the end of each loud moan as I struggled for air, my orgasm washing over me like a thousand-foot tidal wave. “Fuck!” I cried out as I hit the peak of my pleasure.
Jin slowed down a little, prolonging my orgasm, relishing in the way I tightened and released around him. “Damn,” he grunted. “You’re pussy is so fucking good, so fucking tight. I could fuck it all night long.”
“Do it,” I groaned.
His pace picked up once more, my moans coming out as loud whimpers. I almost wanted to beg for him to stop, but at the same time, I wanted to beg him to keep going forever and ever. Jin’s hips snapped into mine, and he only paused for a second to pin my legs backward, his shoulder muscles popping from the tension. “God, I’m gonna cum,” he huffed, pounding me faster.
His pleasure was my pleasure. I moaned loudly as my muscles clenched together once more, another orgasm hitting me just as he let out a loud growl, pressing his twitching length inside me as he came.
“Fuuuuuck,” Jin groaned, his member pulsating inside of me as spurt after spurt of cum wrecked the inside of the condom. He finally stilled, both of us panting hard. Jin slid a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me deeply, slowly, sensually, like he wanted to taste and feel every bit of my lips with his, so different from his rough kisses from before.
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I kissed him back. He felt so good, so amazing. I didn’t want this to end.
Jin pulled away, his eyes taking a tad longer to open than usual. “You can stay over,” he murmured.
I bit my bottom lip, trying to contain my glee over having a few more hours with him.
Jin’s gaze darkened as he once again gently pressed a finger to my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “Y/n… What did I say about biting that lip?”
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Part Six (End) is here!! Enjoy <3
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[2] Night water conspiracies and a warm milk with honey
(HOLY SHIT I’M WHIPPED)
[Sereniverse]: [2]
Pairing: Mingyu x reader
Word count: 1.7k
Genre/warnings: idol!au, technically poly!seventeen, crack, smut, language, oral (f receiving), fingering, being a bit too whipped for people.. a bit of fluff in the end
Summary: the one where you wake up in the middle of the night, meet a sleepy Mingyu in the kitchen and try to figure out why the water tastes so good
A/N: I love Mingyu. ....
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH :3
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You had been living with them for almost two months now. About five weeks after you had moved in, some events had occurred that led to three hours of you getting used by Hoshi, Joshua and Jeonghan in the sweetest ways you could imagine and the boys hadn't stopped teasing you about that night ever since.
They had heard all the sweet noises the three men had pulled from your lips and had gotten really riled up by it. Most of them could control themselves though, even though they had all dreamed about touching and tasting you one way or another. Not that you would have minded.
But not Mingyu.
He had voiced his yearning for you that night and despite the fact that you had almost been passed out in Joshua's arms, you had still heard and understood his complaints about missing out on you.
Needless to say that you were extremely flustered around the boys all the time, especially Mingyu, after that.
They looked at you differently now. Could also be that you only noticed it now though.
Mingyu could control himself for exactly two days before he approached you. You were standing in the kitchen, getting a 3 am glass of water because you had woken up for some reason. You thought that nightly water always tasted better than water during the day and you wondered what they did to the pipes at night to make it this great as you took a sip from your glass.
You were so immersed in your night-water-conspiracies that you didn't hear him enter the room so you jumped when Mingyu pulled you into a tight back hug, his hands snaking around your waist to your belly, resting his chin on your head.
"G'night, stinky." He greeted you. You rolled your eyes, answering "Hey, dipshit." Calling each other names came to be your dynamic over the past weeks and you found it really fun.
His body was warm against your back, his breath slow and his heartbeat calm. You could tell from his low rumbly voice that he was pretty tired and could only have woken up minutes ago. "You tired, big bear? Can't sleep?" you asked. He made some grumbly sound before answering "Mmh no, I mean.. ugh-". You giggled "So you are tired. Too tired to talk, it seems." "Mhm, seems like it." He mumbled. "Should I get you back to bed? Do you want a cup of warm milk with honey, to help you get to sleep?" You questioned.
"I'd rather have you, honey. Get you to my bed..." He grumbled lowly, lips right next to your ear now. You choked on your water. Mingyu loosened his grip around you to let you cough and you turned around in his arms hesitantly once you were done dying.
He just grinned down at you lazily before carefully taking your face into his left hand, his right staying at your hip. You could feel your face flush, it must have been red like a tomato. He let out a small chuckle as he bent down slightly and caught your lips with his gently.
You were pretty sure that you stopped breathing for a bit, but soon enough you found yourself kissing him back. The kiss was genuine, filled with way more than just sexual desire and you were melting into him like warm wax. Your arms were wrapped around his broad neck when he started deepening the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue.
He had wanted to do this for so long and it was even more heavenly than he had anticipated.
The rapper moved his hands to tap at the backs of your thighs. You took this as a hint to jump and straddle his hips to hold yourself up. It wasn't an invitation but rather a command in the way that he was holding you. Maybe it was the night water but you couldn't find the strength to not follow his order to have a little fun, as you usually would have done. His lips had something addicting about them and after he had hinted at his intentions, you could feel neediness pool between your legs. You definitely wanted more.
His large hands at your thighs, he carried you to his room easily, his lips never leaving yours. He dropped you onto his bed, hovering over you. When you pulled apart to breathe you remembered something "What about your honey milk?" He scoffed "Who cares about that? The only thing I want on my lips right now is you." He added, his face so close to yours that you could feel his heavy breath on your lips.
With that he connected his lips with yours again, pushing slightly so you would lean back and lay down. When you were laying flat on your back, him towering over you, he started trailing his lips to your jaw and neck, pulling the sweetest breathy moans and gasps from you.
Your legs wrapped around Mingyu's waist and your hands went under his shirt, traveling across his carved torso. His skin was so soft under your fingertips and you couldn't wait to see him. He chuckled when you started tugging at his shirt. "So eager, little bunny. No patience." You could feel his grin on your lips when you opened your eyes to make puppy-eyes at him. "Please?"
His grin widened into a shining smile as he slightly pulled away from you. Just enough to take off his shirt. When Mingyu caught you staring at his toned chest he slowly straightened his back, looking down at you a little bit too confident. "Like what you see, Bunny?"
You just continued looking, mumbling something absentmindedly as you stared at his toned torso. You were certain that he was shining. His skin so smooth and soft, his light muscles casting beautiful shadows over it in the dim light of his bedside lamp. He chuckled yet again before he bent down to you, letting his shirt fall wherever.
Your lips were on his in an instant as it was his turn now to rid you off your shirt. When it was done his lips attacked your neck again, his teeth nipping the skin as he started sucking on it slightly. You let out a grasp that earned you a small sound from deep within his chest.
Your legs were between his now while he was holding himself up on his hands and knees and you thought you would try to tease him a bit. You angled your leg slightly, pressing your thigh to his crotch, where you could feel his hard member straining against the confines of his slacks. He let out a low moan, having to pause marking your skin. It took him a second to catch himself again but when he did, he looked at you with hooded eyes. The sound of him and his look shot arousal straight to your core and if you weren't wet already, you would definitely have been now..
You breathed his name automatically. It was a plea for him to start touching you and he immediately listened. He pulled your sleep shorts and underwear away in one swift motion and didn't lose time kneeling before the bed and diving between your thighs. His strong hands grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. You felt his hot tongue lick a long stripe over Your heat and moaned his name before you had had enough time to process what he was doing.
Your hands went straight for his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands and pulling slightly from time to time. Mingyu made out with your flower furiously. He was so immersed in your scent and taste and the way you felt that he didn't know anything but you in the moment.
After a short while he added a finger, playing at your entrance first before he slowly pushed it in. Though the stretch was not a lot, it made your eyes roll back and a series of moans and pleas leave your lips.
You pulled at Mingyu's hair roughly when he added a second finger and started scissoring his digits inside you, stretching you out more. The sudden harsh tug made him growl at your core, sending vibrations through your whole body that made you clench around his fingers and he chuckled at your body's reaction to him.
“P-please.. Mingyu…” It came out more like a breath than real words, but he heard it, detaching himself from you and pulling his fingers out immediately as he looked at you with blown out pupils. “What is it?” he asked curiously but out of breath. You didn’t hesitate, answering him “Please, need you inside me, Mingyu.” You knew what would come next, judging from the smirk that played across his rosy lips. “And don’t you dare tell me that you already were!” “Or what?” You shook your head. “Just fucking kiss me already.” You said, leaning forward and reaching out for him to pull him towards you.
He smiled into the kiss as he rose from his knees, taking off his sweats and underwear in the process. He swiftly grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer and you watched him as he opened it with his teeth, looking up at him with hooded eyes.
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You slept like a baby in his warm embrace after you two were done and only awoke in the later morning hours to two voices in the room.
" -lucky beanpole-ass lookin'.." You couldn't identify the voice in your half-sleepy state. "Shut up Jihoon, she's still sleeping, idiot." Mingyu whisper-shouted, holding you tighter to his chest. "And at least I'm not some tiny-ass smurf-gnome kinda abomination, asshole! Now fuck off and close the door. I'll make you even shorter, if you wake her up." He added, fake aggression evident in his tone. Jihoon went to close the door, not without mumbling a "Geez Rambo, chill your enormous breadstick ass down man.." more to himself than to Mingyu.
You fell back asleep for a few more hours shortly after that, snuggling into the big boy a bit more.
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okay so what if megumi brought his friend over to hang out only to have toji sneak them away and rearrange their gutss
ah also i really enjoy your work! i hope you’re living your best life :)
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a/n: thanku anon! i hope you’re living your best life too <3 // also another toji thirst?? you really know how to get me going. i may or may not have went too far with this too because it’s toji, duh
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warning(s): nsfw dubcon, toji rearranging reader’s guts, riding toji (because toji is a dick), kinda slow burn- im so invested in this man
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Going to Megumi’s house everyday after school was sort of a ritual for you. Every time you hung out at his house, the both of you would end up in front of the TV, two pairs of eyes glued to the screen as fingers danced deftly across two different game controllers.
Today was no different. Or so you thought.
“... that’s why, Gojo-sensei will be the death of me one day.” You sighed as you and Megumi reached his front gate.
“Ah.” Realization struck him abruptly at the mention of the white haired teacher. “I forgot to grab something. There’s this new sweet that Gojo-sensei wants me to get for him.” Megumi let out a sigh at the thought of having to make an extra trip just to get something for his childlike teacher.
“I’ll be back soon, can you start lunch first please.” Megumi asked as he handed you the remaining bags of groceries the both of you had bought on the way back.
Muttering about how troublesome Gojo is, Megumi stalked off in the direction of the nearest convenience store before you could say anything. Left with no choice, you made your way into Megumi’s home, grateful that you decided to bring along the extra set of keys he had given to you before.
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Humming to yourself, you grabbed a clean shirt from Megumi’s drawer and replaced it with your school uniform. Stepping out of your iffy school bottoms, a sigh of satisfaction escaped from you as the cool air hit your legs. You figured it would be fine, since you were the only one at home and you probably weren’t Megumi’s type.
Making your way to the kitchen, you began preparing lunch, engrossed in whatever you were making so much so that you did not realize someone had entered the house until you heard footsteps approaching you.
“Welcome back Megumi-” You looked up from the vegetables you were cutting, fully expecting your close friend. But instead, you came face to face with a towering man whom you recognize to be Megumi’s father. Though he was not frequently home, you’ve met him once or twice when he drops by.
“W-welcome home, Mr Fushiguro.” Your voice meek as you were suddenly conscious of the way you look- a few strands of hair falling across your face, you in nothing but Megumi’s over-sized shirt that dropped at a shoulder and your underwear.
You would never admit it, but the man in front of you made you more excited than you should be. “Just Toji is fine.” The short haired male smirked as he made his way towards you.
“Don’t let me stop you.” Toji gestured at the vegetables you were cutting up before he appeared. “I look forward to having lunch with you, y/n.”
Just the sound of your name rolling of his tongue was enough to drive you insane.
Sure, Toji may be hot, but he’s the father of your close friend. What would Megumi think of you if you told him you’re attracted to his father? Plus, he was too old for you and probably sees you as nothing but a small child.
Ignoring the blatant stares of Toji as he parked himself at the dining table, you focused on the task at hand and whipped up a hot lunch for the three of you.
“Megumi would be home soon, would you mind waiting?” You asked Toji, making sure to avoid all eye contact as you placed a bowl of rice and miso soup in front of him and trying your best to ignore how he looked at your legs with no shame.
“I don’t know, can you wait?” Toji licked his lips. Instantly, the action drew you to his wet lips. How would his lips feel on your skin? You were dying to find out. Rubbing your legs together subtly, you were about to give an answer when Megumi emerged, the surprised look on his face immediately masked by an expressionless one when he saw you talking to his father.
“You’re here.” Megumi stated gruffly, refusing to make eye contact with his father. Given how things had turned out, you couldn’t blame him. But the tension that hung in the air was getting too thick for your comfort.
“Megumi! I made your favorite dish, eat it before it gets cold.” You urged. A poor attempt at breaking the tension, you admitted. Thankfully, Megumi humored you and sat down opposite his father, while you took your place between the both of them, the three of you eating in silence.
“By the way, Megumi,” You piped up after awhile, hoping to ease the awkwardness between the father and son duo. “There’s this new game I’ve been wanting to try out, let’s play it after we finish eating.”
Nodding his head in agreement, the younger male continued to eat in silence.
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“Give it up, loser.” You teased as Megumi groaned in frustration. “You’ll never beat me.” You giggled.
“Maybe it’s because I’m using the wrong controller. Here, give me yours.” Before you could react, a pair of strong arms tackled you onto the floor, hands and limbs entangled together as the both of you fought for the controller.
“No way!” You retorted and attempted to struggle out of Megumi’s grip. “It’s my lucky controller I’ve been using since day one!”
The both of you were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize Toji was staring at you underneath his son. If looks could kill, Megumi might be in danger by now.
As you finally pushed Megumi off of you, your face was flushed from your now exposed stomach when Megumi had struggled for the controller. Hastily pushing down your shirt, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of disappointment and relief seeing that Toji was nowhere to be found.
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“I have to go to the bathroom, you can start without me.” You informed the boy next to you after a few more rounds of battle. “I have to wash my hands.” You sighed as you pushed yourself up from the floor and made your way towards the bathroom without waiting for a reply.
Just as you were about to enter the bathroom, a strong arm encircled your waist as the other found it’s way to your mouth, stopping the surprised squeak that left your mouth abruptly.
“Don’t make a sound and go in” Toji’s hot breath tickled your neck, clouding your thoughts. Obediently, your legs walked you into the bathroom, Toji following behind as he locked the door.
“Mr F-fushiguro...” You stammered, the close proximity of you and Toji making you delirious.
“I told you, Toji is fine.” Toji smirked as his rough fingers brought your chin up. “There’s something bothering me, y/n.” He hummed, his cold yet lustful eyes roaming across your face and trembling body.
“Wha-what is it, T-toji?” You unconsciously licked your dry lips. Toji’s eyes landed on your throat as you swallowed.
“It’s the fact that you’re too close to my son.” He hummed, the loss of skin contact making you a little lonely.
“Are you trying to seduce my son?” Toji mocked as he sat on the covered toilet seat, his face mocking you.
“N-no.” You answered truthfully, not daring to look at Toji in the eye. “...”
“Really? Because it seems to me that you’re throwing yourself at my son. If you’re interested in my son, I’ll have to make sure you’re good enough for him.” The cockiness was evident in Toji’s taunting.
“NO!” You countered abruptly, causing Toji to cock an eyebrow at you. “I-i’m not interested in your son. sir.”
“And why is that? Megumi has potential, you know.”
You looked down at your toes and could visibly see the gears in your mind turning and trying to churn out a reasonable excuse. There was no way in hell you could tell Toji it’s because of him.”
Unfortunately for you, Toji read your mind in that instant.
“Is it because you want me instead?” His taunting deep voice made your heart rate speed up. “Are you using my son to get to me? That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it?” You kept silent, but your cheeks were now red in embarrassment, all because Toji was right. he was right about you wanting him, and how you hoped he would be there to notice that you were getting too close to Megumi, in hopes of him correcting that.
“Answer me, brat.” Toji growled, impatience written all over his face.
“Y-yes.” You blushed fiercely, not daring to look Toji in the eye as he grabbed you by the jaw roughly.
“Then I think we could do something about it, hm?”
As if anticipating your answer, you were roughly pulled towards the big man, his thick fingers working deftly to remove the only barrier between you and him.
“Show me how much you want me.” Toji ordered, his pants come undone in an instant.
“Spread those legs and show me how much you want me.” Toji drawled on, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled you towards him.
Like the obedient little pet you were, you complied to his demands, eager to please the man in front of you.
“Fuck.” Toji cursed as he was fully sheathed in you, your arousal making it easier for you to take him.
He was big- big enough that you let out a mixed moan of pain and excitement.
“If you’re good, i’ll fuck you.” Toji hummed as a hand snaked up to your scalp, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Go on, be good and ride me like you mean it.” He nudged.
Hesitatingly, you rolled your hips back and forth, one hand on his chest and the other at the back of his neck. The pained look on your face did nothing but made Toji harder as you sped up, your teeth biting down on your lower lip to stop the moans that were threatening to spill out.
“I can’t hear you.” Toji taunted. With a sharp thrust, Toji bucked his hips towards you, earning a strangled moan from you.
“M-Megumi...” You whined, hopping that Toji would get your point as you continued to ride him, your movements never slowing down as you attempted to chase your high. “Megumi w-will hear... ah!” a sweet moan fell from your lips as Toji sucked on your neck and collarbone, leaving blooming marks all over you.
“You just have to ride me like the slut you are.” Toji grunted as you continued pushing yourself down onto him. You fitted him so well- so tight and pure, just for him to taint and destroy.
“I’m gonna...” Your words were cut off by a rough kiss, Toji’s warm tongue slipping into your mouth and intertwining with yours.
Expertly, Toji flipped you over as he pushed you against the sink, his thrusts never faltering.
“See how good you’re taking me? You’re such a slut, y/n.” Toji panted as he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.
You were a masterpiece to behold. Something so pure and innocent completely destroyed by Toji. Bruises and hickies were blooming like flowers all over your skin, sweat was rolling down your forehead, and a look of euphoric bliss all over your face as Toji pounded roughly into you, his eyes trained on you the whole time.
“You feel so fucking good.” Toji panted, burying his face in your hair. “And you looks so beautiful with me in you.”
“Do you see it, my little slut? How well you’re taking me?” The hand around your throat reached to press down on your lower abdomen, a bulge clearly visible due to Toji’s sheer size.
“T-Toji!” You panted, nearing your climax.
Without a single word, Toji continued his assault on your body, his big hands now roaming everywhere.
“Imagine how Megumi would feel when he finds out his best friend has been fucking his old man and actually enjoys it.” Toji panted, his chest heaving as he pounded into you with so much force that you had to plant your hands into the basin so that you wouldn’t fall.
“Shall we give him a little something?” Toji continued as you continued to clench around him, your mewls and moans filling the bathroom. With one last thrust, Toji’s hand pulled you towards him, causing you to arch your back.
“Cum for me.” He finally ordered.
Desperate to keep Megumi from finding out what had happened, you covered your mouth with both hands in an attempt to muffle your moans as you unclench your walls around Toji, a warm sensation filling you up as Toji finally relaxed.
As your legs gave way beneath you, strong arms caught you before you hit the floor, and you were pressed into Toji’s warm and heaving chest before you knew it.
“Now, you better get back before Megumi becomes suspicious.” Toji finally spoke up as he pulled away from you.
“We’ll do this again, don’t look so sad.” Toji taunted as he pulled his pants up, leaving you worn out on the toilet seat.
“After all, you deserve to be tainted.”
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|PRETTY PLEASE| M|
SMUT/ LIGHT ANGST
Pairing: Taehyung X Reader ( A lil Joonie at the end)
Song reference: Dua Lipa-Pretty Please
About- Tae fucks you on top of your receptionist desk before you fire her…
Or- Tae’s feeling a little needy...and somewhat low key, self continuous about you possibly hiring a new production assistant..AKA...Jungkook. It seems as though Mr. Kim takes pride in being the youngest within the office! It seems as though your baby boy just needs a little..reassurance....
Warnings: Soft dom OC, Service top Tae, Baby/baby boy/praise kink/ over-stimulation/ cum play/cum as lube(using someone elses cum as lube to be exact) Fingering, Semi public sex, unprotected sex/ dirty talk, biting/marking kink/minimal prep, oral(F receiving), Finger sucking, (Joon is mentioned a couple times during sex but not physically present) he dose however come in after it’s over and shares a kiss with Tae at the end BTW (I feel like I’m missing some...but theirs nothing like off the wall in this one)
Note- This one shot is a part of my OT7 Poly AU called 7 deep! Part 1 will be linked below! Short version of the overall plot: Your Married to Namjoon, however you’re both in a open relationship and run a very successful Adult Entertainment company called “Onyx” with your 5 college lovers AKA BTS Minus Kookie! There is a lil backstory sprinkled in because without it the dynamic would not really make sense....
Tae is her executive assistant upon other things BTW...
Theres a HUGE praise kink and a lot of dirty talk here...he’s her baby..point blank...
Joonie’s lost and jsut wants everybody happy
WC: 7K
Onyx Entertainment 7:09 AM
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“Y/n’’ Taehyung comes over slowly, voice still full of sleep. sitting even lower, and huskier than usual..almost a whisper actually. Positioning himself right behind you, hips flush against the swell of your ass, snaking his arms, around your waist. Hands trailing slowly up your stomach, allowing his fingers to roam your body freely until one of his hands is flush around the front of your neck. Applying just enough pressure to trigger a slight chill to course up your spine, as the stark contrast from the array of metals he has dancing along his delicate fingers brushes against your skin. However, your so used to the position, especially where Taehyung is concerned it doesn’t stifle you the way it used to, somehow your still able to function….
Arching your back even deeper….however contrary to what he may want…that’s not really why your arching at the moment…..
“God,was it necessary for you to wear this dress today??!” Tae whispers, sounding almost pained at the revelation! Face nuzzled into the side of your ear, nipping at the gold hoop dangling from your lobe. “Y/nnnn” He’s needy…and whiny…very..not that your surprised though…
A low almost disinterested hum rings in the back of your throat as your fingers patter against the phone. ‘Yes baby?.”
”Stop, ignoring me” Pouts off his lips as he nips your ear even harder, a slight growl that sounds far too cute to be even remotely threatening leaving his throat!
A disgruntled...nah, an infuriated groan huffs off your chest upon seeing there’s 40,yes 40 voicemail’s.. stored on said phone. Well aware your busy, but not busy enough to have gotten 40 messages all in one night. A string of curses hush off your lips upon hearing the date and reasons behind the numerous calls that were clearly never returned.So ya know, there goes a good… shit, 10k down the drain in payroll over the past 4 in a half months she's worked here!
“Tae, add “Officially, fire Jordan’’ to my list of things to do today..please and fucking thank you…”
Slamming the headset against the desk phone hard enough to have to actually bounce off the receiver. Taehyung knows you like the back of his hand though, not even blinking as he damn near acts as if he’s spider man grabbing the phone before it completely falls off the desk. Within seconds he instantly brings his hands back to their initial position, caressing your frame against his own. Suddenly your curiosity gets the best of you so you welcome yourself to her desktop. Logging in to Outlook to check her work email. And what do you know, 120 unopened emails…. god why…WHY!?
“You have got to be fucking kidding..” Sighs off your lips in disbelief “What the actual fuck has she been doing this entire time!?” The question was rhetorical: you really didn’t wanna know, it took every ounce of self control not to search her browser….You’d probably pop a vessel if you logged on and found her history full of online shopping, Facebook, and UberEats! Body slouching into his almost as if all of the energy got sucked out of your body upon seeing the shitshow that is Jordan’s email!
“So wait, am I adding that to your schedule before or after your 7:30 AM appointment to fuck Taehyung Kim?” Brow quirked in genuine curiosity, as if he just asked you the day's weather forecast or something!.
Honestly? It took you a minute to even catch on because he said that shit with his entire chest, like, he meant that! Not even an ounce of amusement laced within his delivery….
A loud cackle ripped from your throat once you actually process what this man just said. Reclining your head against his shoulder, placing a lingering kiss along his cheek which he leaned into instantly. The grip he holds around both your waist and neck tightening once you start to rock your hips against him. Biting your lips,lashes fluttering in his direction, yanking the chain around his neck ever so slightly.
“Hmm….must have missed that when I skimmed my itinerary this morning…huh?” A sly smirk playing along your lips as you lock eyes with his.
“Mmm, minor but very important schedule alteration…weren’t you the one who taught me that you always have to be ready to adapt to any and every situation?”
A low hum rings in the back of your throat as you gently massage his freshly dyed scalp “I do recall saying something along those lines...” Ghosting your lips over the hinge of his jaw...blowing lightly.
Those electric blue locks you'd grown to love were now replaced by a color you haven't seen in lord knows when. Black, as simple as it may seem it just compliments his caramelized complexion and dark brows perfectly. His hair is getting long all over now, and the older he gets the more comfortable he seems to be with letting his entire face be seen, hair parted messily down the middle in soft waves. It’s still kinda surreal watching him turn more, and more into a man as the years go on! Still remembering when he was walking around campus with his hella brassy box dyed blonde hair and Pacsun jeans....
Turning his head so his lips hovered over yours close enough that you could almost taste the Caramel ice capp on his tongue. Nosing along your face like a spoiled puppy silently begging for affection, chin tilted upwards just enough to let you know what he needed!
“We don’t have time baby boy you know this..” Leaning down to kiss the pout off is lips before it even appeared “You know were slammed and Yoongi has production getting in at-”
Taehyung leans in to capture your lips in another kiss, clearly less than intrigued by anything you had to say at the moment. This time a little deeper, moaning against your tongue as he breaches the seam of your lips. It’s hard and messy, Tae’s teeth accidentally clack against your own, your trying to speak but it keeps getting muffled against his lips! He’s shameless with his need, the way he’s licking his way around your mouth while he slowly grinds his hips into your ass tells you that. Nothing subtle about how hard his dick is straining against the leather of his pants…
He doesn't waste any time either,clawing his way up your thighs, hiking your dress up, around your waist, sliding his hand down to cup your pussy between his palm. Taehyung lets out a loud wanton moan, one that bounces off the brick walls around you once he feels how warm and wet you are. The blatant wet patch in the center of your panties, that his fingers are damn near stuck too! You move your hand up to the side of his neck, taking a somewhat aggressive hold to try and get him to calm down enough for you to speak. Nails digging tiny crests into his skin, yet you don't stop because you know he fuckin loves it.
“No fuckin patience” Tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, far to fond of the man in front of you to have any bite laced within your delivery.
“You talkin about me or you?” A playful smirk plays along his tongue as you lean up to trail yours over his lips to ease the sting before sucking it into your mouth.
“What’s got you so distracted today hmm??” Head cocked to the side, feigned innocence’s playing along your tongue as you gaze back at him, taking in how blatantly fucked out he already looks.
A low whine rips from his lips as he forces himself to break apart just enough to actually speak properly! “Are you forgetting we came here together?” Brow arched knowingly, Taehyung drops his head, to lick, nip, suck, and kiss your neck, ripping a soft moan from your throat, reclining your neck to give him more room to work. Breath hot and heady against your skin as he noses up the side of your neck. “And we have plenty of time,I already know you don’t need much right now….” Clasping his fingers around your heat even tiger “Baby, please”
Point being, Tae utilized his free access to the apartment that Namjoon and you share this morning after deciding he had no interest in driving himself to work. Which also means, he heard the two of you fucking in the shower, Joon and Hoseok had been in NY for a convention for the past week so lets just say it was long overdue. And actually…. correction, he wasn’t just chilling in your apartment, he was laying on your bed getting off to the two of you fucking in the shower. Still, this boy is insatiable and that wasn’t enough for him to be even remotely satisfied...
“Mmm…” You rock backwards, grinding against his length even harder, tilting your head back, taking the brunette’s ear between your teeth. Pulling hard enough to make him whine, body shuddering against your own, lips flush to his ear “Oh, so it’s my fault you invited yourself in and listened to us fuck in the shower?” Painting your lips down the side of his neck until you suck a mark into the juncture of his collarbone. Low enough that his shirt can cover it during business hours, though you know if he had it his way your marks would be plastered over the front column of his neck!
“My fault you’re already nice and hard and all you wanna do is fuck me until I come allll over your cock too?” His body goes completely pliant under your tongue, just like a cat being pulled by the nape of its neck. A faint whimper falls from his lips as he reaches up, hands getting tangled into your hair pressing down to keep you in place. “My fault your too horny to focus today?”
“Fuck today!” He scoffs around a moan “You’re always distracting, I always want you, god, since fuckin Econ, second period, you know this.” Damn, he’s taking this back to his freshman year of college!? “You already know what you do to me!” Mumbling against your jaw, kissing across it as best as he can at the current angle.
A pleased hymn rings in the back of your throat at the memory “My spoiled baby…” Breath fanning out warm against his skin “Always loved being marked up by me huh?” Taehyung is a resident switch, especially during his college days, yet for some reason where Yoongi and yourself are concerned this man becomes submissive as fuck. He’s always a pleaser, but it comes something serious where your concerned, his need to make you feel good almost overtaking his own need to climax!
Tilting your head to meet his hooded gaze head on “What’s got you all hard baby? Thinking about how easily you could just slide in?” Nothing accidentally about the low moan that slides off your tongue after every word. As you place your hand ontop of his. Gently rocking it back and forth against your clit “ How warm and wet I am? How messy it’ll be, feeling Joonies come dripping out of me as you fuck me?”
“Y/n! Just- fuck…”
‘Is that what you want Tae? You wanna fill me up and fuck me open with your big, thick ,cock?” Your staring him dead in the eye as these words purr off your tongue “Joonie came hard too, there's still so much leaking out right now, my panties have been saoked since I left the house..” Taehyung’s jaw tense as you slip a hand behind you, gripping his dick in your palm through his pants. He was always one to go commando so the rough texture flush against his length was really fucking him up right now. Eyes fluttering shut, “You know I’d still be nice and tight for you too..I’m always tight and warm around you aren't I baby??”
Taehyung didn't even have to open his eyes to know you had a smirk on your face, he could feel the smirk within your voice and he whined..loud. Dragging his bottom lip between his teeth before releasing another moan once you free him from your palm and start grinding your hips back against him.
You push back and he whines even louder this time, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. “God, please, baby let me fuck-let your baby boy fuck you. Let me make you feel good…” You can feel his cock twitch behind you, and there's no denying it, you want it just as bad as he does.
You can tell he’s getting himself worked into a frenzy so you kiss him quite. Massaging your tongue against his cooing lightly at how quickly he just melts into you!
“Mmm, if I let you fuck me are you gonna be a god boy for me? Make me come all over your cock?” You know, you already know but you like riling him up….
“Fuck yes, I’ll fuck you so damn good…” Sinking his teeth into your pulse point, not even attempting to let up until he rips the neediest whine imaginable from your lips, knees damn near bucking in the process. Taking the skin between his teeth and sucking...hard..Tae wants to leave a mark..he appears to be feeling oddly possessive today…
“God, I can fuckin smell you now...fuck…” Taehyung’s grip on your hip tigtnes “Let me….fuck baby let me…”
“Jesus-Fu- Do you even know how good you sound when you beg?” A shaky breath signs off your lips and you can feel Tae Smiling against your skin..well aware he’s about to get what he wants.
“Yeah, I know, I know, I sound good,” Tae smirks around a moan . “I know I do, I know how much you fuckin love it too… Love seeing me all hard, and needy for you…..only you. Your the only one that gets me like this”
A fond smile plays along your lips as you stroke his nape..”My baby boy yeah?”
Taehyung just whines in response bucking his hips even harder, honestly you could tease him all day but there really isn't the time. “Yours, always yours” there’s a slight pout playing on his lips. Almost as if he’s trying to convince himself of that as well which is something you take a mental note of to bring up later!
“Yeah,” You moan, low and breath. “Yeah, come on...fuck me.”
“About damn time….” You can feel his lips curl into a smile that you can only imagine sparked something wicked! Because your baby boy is a spoiled brat at heart!
With one clean sweep he knocked every damn file off Jordan’s desk and flipped you onto your back. Hips shifting slightly so your legs are dangling off the edge, as he steps between them. Kneading your inner thighs beneath skilled nimble fingers as he loosely wraps them around his waist.
Once your situated you peer up at him, a playful smirk playing on your lips as your nails claw up his sides…. “You wanna make me feel good Tae?”
“I wanna fuckin ruin you, I always do...every time I look at you I just wanna give you every damn thing! However you want it….” Tae Moans….sliding your panties to the side a slight hiss ringing in the back of his throat as he claws up your thighs. Your still dripping, lips swollen, clit still sensitive to the touch.
You visibly shudder, gut twisting at the admission...as you take in his lust-filled hooded gaze.“Such a pretty pussy baby…” Long, delicate fingers trail up and down your clit gently. Leaning down to blow a trail up your lips just to make you squirm.
“Fuckkk” Back arching off the desk, not one to try and hide how affected you are. You know he gets off on praise. “You can, you already know you can do whatever you want to me….” You moan even louder as he works your clit a little quicker, adding more pressure.
“God, I still can’t get over the way you sound” Leaning down to kiss you, deep languid strokes of his tongue while he traces his fingers around your entrance….he knows damn well you don't need it but he can’t help himself. “I wanna put my fingers inside..feel how tight and wet you'll be around my cock…” Tae slurs around a moan as his tongue hits the roof of your mouth. Instead of responding you reach down, taking his wrist and guiding him straight in, until your both gasping against one another.
Inserting his middle and ring finger, making you pull back just enough to catch your breath, inhaling a sharp breath through your nose. He can feel Namjoon’s come just leaking out once his fingers slush through as he buries himself knuckle deep. “Fuck, Yn” Growls off his tongue, gaze instantly darkening
Nose scrunching into his face the deeper he works his digits into, your warm, tight and messy, so fucking messy! Curling his fingers upwards as if he’s trying to scoop his come forwards so he can push it all back in, “Such a messy pussy”
“Feel good baby?”You can feel him smiling into the kiss, and a deep groan rips from the back of your throat.
“You know I can handle more than that baby, come on….” Taehyung moans at the instructions pulling back to brace his forehead against yours gazing down at you through hooded lids. His arm starts to move a little harder, making you spread your legs on instinct, wrist shifting ever so slightly until your moaning louder, deeper..hips rocking up to meet his palm. Making sure it smacks against your clit head on every time he makes contact.
“Yeah, fuck. Like that, just like that” Snaking your hands under his shirt to claw up his back, cooing at how hard he shutters at the contact “Angle u-fuck” A light giggle leaving your lips a stated smile on your face as he finds the spot before you even get it out. Twisting and angling his arm, fucking his fingers into you until he finds that ridget patch nuzzled between your heat, thighs tensing around his waist once he does and he just beams down at you…
He starts working his fingers faster, adding a third, spreading them ever so slightly as he pulls out so he can slide in with little to no resistance. Regardless of Joon fucking you this morning, you still always manage to snap right back in place. No matter how many times they’ve fucked you over the years, you always fit around Taehyung’s cock like a glove...always.
Tae is the youngest and he was also the least experienced when you all met, and by that I mean he was one of those college kids that didn't know any better, Simply because none of his prior partners ever took the time to..properly make their needs known...that is until he met you one Thursday night…
So you often found this strong sense of pride at the way he fucks you now...no instruction truly needed. He could get you off with his eyes closed at this point. You just no he gets off on it...gets off on being your good boy, and he always is.
Your loud now, and Tae’s leaking so much precome into his pants it’s unreal. Rocking your hips even harder up and down, you can physically hear how wet you are, without a doubt leaking onto the desk! You already close, closer than you wanna be before is cocks splitting you in half.
“Fuck stop!”
The smirk that tugs along those lips was something lethal, gaze dark, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat as he raked over your form. How ragged your breath is...how hard your thighs are tensing around him…..
“Why?’ Head cocked to the side as he sticks his tongue out wetting those pouty lips of his. “Can’t handle coming 3 times today?” The arch in his brow is taunting and you can’t even lie, there's something really sexy about how confident he’s gotten over the years “ Don’t wanna come until I’m balls deep inside you” The question coming off more as a statement, gaze daring you to tell him anything different.
Your breath hitched, every vein in your body felt like it was on fire as he pulled you into a kiss. ,deep, rough and messy while you clench down around his fingers. Ripping every once of bravado he had to shreds...within seconds, once you trapped him between your heat, cock twitching on command.
“Now. Fuck me” You breath out, eyes locked with his as you slide his fingers free, lacing your tongue around the. Slow deliberate strokes, humming around the taste of both your and Namjoon’s arousal coating your tongue and Taehyung looks fucking wrecked! You allow him to slide in knuckle deep until he hits the back of your throat, and he can’t help but moan at how easily you take him.
“Come onnn Tae, fuck meee” A low whine hanging off your tongue as you guide his fingers back down your body hovering over your clit again…. “I need your cock baby”
“Fuck, yeah okay...I’ll fill you up baby” Stepping back just enough to unzip his pants and much to know ones surprise he’s rock hard, standing straight up, the tip painfully pink it almost looks as though you can physically see him throbbing. An obscene amount of Precum’s leaking down his shaft as he grazes his thumb over his slit. Hissing at the contact, Tae’s so hard it literally hurts at this point , balls tight against the base of his shaft.
Mouthwatering shamelessly at the sight as he grips his cock and smacks it along your clit a couple of times. Just to hear your juices slick all over the place, literally sounding as if he just splashed his palm in water!
He leans down and kisses your neck until you grab him by the hair to turn his cheek, to kiss him, deep and hard, making him taste Namjoon’s come on your tongue. You grind your hips forward letting his cock graze your clit until he's groaning low and desperate against your tongue. Hiking your legs up around his waist, digging his nails into the swell of your ass. Pressing your heels into the small of his back to pull his hips even closer!
“You sound so fucking good like this, so fuckin ready to fuck me huh baby?” Tae practically growls when he answers you, he technically responds “yes” first in Korean which is...rare, typically only happens when he’s overwhelmed and clearly…
“Yeah, yes, fuck I want it, need you baby please .” Grounding his hips even harder until he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, fuck this boy is going to be the death of you. The pout on his lips is a stark contrast to how thick, and hard his cock is as it rubs against your clit…
Letting your fingers roam through his hair, landing on the back of his neck “Fuck me…”
He doesn't even bother lubing up his cock he doesn't need it , he just shifts his hips slightly to angle you upwards and slowly sinks his cock inside, breathing out deeply through flared nostrils as he does…
“Fuckkkk” Leaves both of your lips in unison once he breaches your entrance. Heat instantly pooling in the pit of your stomach as he starts to stretch you open. His eyes stay on yours the entire time, though hooded and unfocused they never waiver! Panting out hot and heavy against each others tongues, as you try to adjust to the stretch...
You can both not only hear but feel Namjoons come overflowing the deeper he gets! You can feel his arms starting to shake from how overwhelmed he is from all the pressure building around him.
Leaning up to whisper a combination of praise and absolute filth in your baby’s ear until your ripping the neediest moans and groans from his throat.
Dropping his head to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses up the side of your neck, along his jaw, nipping at the diamond hoop in your ear.
There’s no edging his way in either,Taehyung is sliding all the way home. Not stopping until your filled to the brim. Continually whispering praise after praise into his ear which already has him throbbing on impact. Squeezing your ass even tighter, nosing up your cheek until you bring your lips flush to his, sliding in tongue first, need overtaking finesse at this point but neither of you cared!
He starts to move and you dig your nails into his ass, hard enough to make him groan even through the leather!
“Don’t, move yet….be a good boy for me, and stay still... “ He grunts and damn near has a temper tantrum but he obliged….”Stay still pretty, you can do that for me can’t you?”
Right as he's about to speak he finds himself choking around a moan as you purposely clench around him .
“Fuck, baby your pussy feels..Goddamn Yn” He almost sounds awed as if to say after all these years it’s kinda crazy that you still have this kinda affect on him! He lets out a low hum when you do it again, Taehyung is hot to the touch at this point “Fuck, tell me” his tone takes on an almost demanding tenor which only makes your toes curl against the sole of your Louboutins!
“Tell you what Tae?” Tone somewhat teasing until you take in the look of almost desperation within those big brown eyes of his, “That you're my baby? My good boy? The best boy?” Eyes fluttering shut briefly, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat “That your cook feels so fuckin good even when your not doing anything? Or how good you're being for me no matter how bad I know you wanna move.”
Fingers gently caressing the back of his neck “What do you wanna know baby?” In contrast to Tae’s your voice drops down to a whisper,nothing but fondness and affection dripping off your tongue. You can sense something’s wrong more than just him being horny. Yeah he had a praise kink but this feels different as if he NEEDS the validation outside of just sex. “Or…” reaching you to take a delicate, somewhat intimate hold on his jaw, temporarily shifting the mood. “Tell you how much I love you? Because I really fuckin do Tae…” His breath hitches in his throat, you feel his cock twitch and his heart hammer against his chest at the admission “Soo much baby…”
“I love you” The words ramble off his tongue repeatedly almost as if he can’t stop...
Leaning down to nip at your bottom lip “Keeping my cock, nice and warm…..squeezing me soo good baby…” Leaning down to suck on the hinge of your jaw. “I just-I wanna make you come so bad, wanna fill you up with even more come until your just dripping with it. “ Tae’s voice dropped to an octave you haven't heard in lord known when, instantly reminding you that you created a fucking monster…..you know what he’s doing though. Since you won;t let him move he’s trying to get you worked up enough that you don’t have a choice.
This time when you clenched around him it was involuntary and so was the needy ass moan that ripped from your throat
His skin is flushed...eyes begging you to let him fuck you “You get me soo hard, I don't even understand how you could even expect, me to wanna go out and find someone else after I’ve been wrapped around you for so many years. Yn fuck-” Eyes rolling to the back of his head mid-sentence, the tighter you suck him in, he’s overwhelmed and just rambling at this point but you know what he’s referring too...
Meaning, even though you essentially operate as a closed triad as long as there’s open and honest lines commutation. The boys aren’t technically tied to Namjoon and yourself...yet outside of maybe a little drunken grind and make out session in the clubs...or something….at least over the past 2 years none of you have strayed...None of you have ever wanted too..more than content with what you have...
You reach up, placing your fingers in front of his mouth ‘Spit' ' He does with zero hesitation, as you bring your hand down to work your clit…The second you make contact you start pulsing around him even harder...and now Tae’s squirming on top of you. It’s becoming way too much he’s going to fuck around and come before he even gets to move
“Baby please, I can’t- I need-”
“Fuck me then!” Voice gently yet commanding
“Oh thank fuckk” Taehyung almost shouts as he thrust into you, hard and fast, almost knocking your head into the raised back of the desk! Snapping his hips forward with purpose, clearly well aware that the two of you don’t have much time.
He leans down to kiss every exposed piece of skin he can reach, your neck, shoulder, collarbone, before making his way up to your lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. “Fuck, I can still taste you, both of you!” He kisses you through each thrust, hard, and opened mouth, panting out against your tongue, as you rake your nails down his back. Pulling out almost completely only to thrust in hard enough to have your thighs weakening. Practically dropping from his waist until he reaches under resecurring them in place.
“Yes, fuckk yess..” Each roll of his hips is sharp, precise, hitting every spot you need to have your eyes having a continuous meeting with the back of your head!
“Taeaahyung fu-” Pulling apart, drifting your eyes to where his cock is flushed, and sliding all the way out only to slam back in…Blurring the lines of where you start and he ends..."Look at how good your fucking me….always such a good boy for me yeah?”
Your winded...and your thighs are shaking, eyes heavy as all hell, but the moan that slips past his lips at the praise is more than worth it. You swear you feel his cock get even harder actually. You rock back, tensing your muscles around him, ripping a low groan of your name off his tongue before he actually responds.
“Yeah I’m good...so fuckin good for you baby!” You can feel his breath get lodged in his throat as he speaks, shifting your hips so they are raised a little higher. The moan that rips from your throat as you arch off the desk has him fucking into you even harder. Addicted to all the sinful sounds he knows he’s the only one responsible for right now... “You take me so well, sound so fucking pretty for me…” Dragging his bottom lip along his teeth!
“Fuck me harder, I know you wanna...you know I can take it! Use me baby, fuck meeeee”
He groans, leaning down to pull you into a messy kiss as he pulls out and snaps forward making you almost scream, head pulling back in a stifled gasp as he picks up his pace, grounding his hips and steadying his rhythm. Brining your hand back down to work your clit, knowing your close, but you still need a little more.
“Fuck you look soo good getting yourself off like that….”
You let your eyes flutter open, a menacing smirk playing on your lips as you remove your hand from your clit. Sucking your fingers into your mouth as you fuck into him even harder. Lathering them with an unnecessary amount of spit, as if you weren't already dripping all over the place.
“You like watching me get myself off for you?” Bring one hand up to massage your nipples through the thin fabric of the dress while the other comes down to graze your clit. Locking your eyes with his as rub yourself, harder, faster, clearly with a purpose this time around. Eyes growing heavy as you moan out, rocking upwards to meet his thrust but never once breaking eye contact.
Tae, moans even louder at that, especially once you start fucking into him with the same amount of forces he's giving you “Yeah, baby fuck me...fuck me” Biting his lip, grunting and groaning through clenched teeth once he feels you start to tighten around his cock which has been throbbing this entire time!
Tae, braces your legs on either side of his shoulder, angling your hips even higher as they roll into you, deep and fast. The sound of skin slapping, Tae, grunting, and you moaning bouncing off every surface. Turning his head to the side to kiss at your ankles...teeth gently grazing along the strap of your heels, as he rolls his hips even deeper, head luling onto his shoulders.
You whine low and breathy as you click the backs of your heels together behind his head. Pressing the back of your thighs flush to his chest to bring him even closer. Those big, extremely sexy hands of his grip your waist, even tighter gripped your waist trying to pull you even closer. Ass flush with his hips at every stroke, the intoxicating feeling of the deep drag and stretch of his cock deep inside you had Tae’s toes curling against his Saint Laurent boots.
“God why do you look this fuckin hot!?” He actually sounds upset to be honest, and you can't help but laugh no matter how hard it is to breathe right now. Your thighs are practically vibrating on either side of his head.
“Fucking me open with your cock…like it was made for me...made to make me come-” Stopping mid-sentence not by choice just because fuck you couldn't breathe he was deep at this angle “Fuck and your gonna make me come too, keep fucking me Tae- just….fuck!”
“I was baby,fucking you just how you taught me…” He whimpers and moans even louder eyes fighting to stay open and maintain eye contact. Something about the way he said that “The way you taught me...” Was exactly what you needed to let go!
“Taeeee” you whine “I’m going to fuckin come harder.. Fuck please!!” Throwing your head back against the desk, knocking against what feels like a stapler but you can’t be bothered to care by how good he feels right now. Your gasping, breathless, and more importantly now your the one that sounds needy and there's nothing sexier than that to Taehyung.
Leaning up to grip him by the back of his neck and he leans into it. Basically folding you in half, he can feel how hard your starting to squeeze him, and he damn near chokes on his own words. “Yeah, yeah, just like that , come for me, come for your baby...”
He gasping and whimpering right over you, jaw slack but not fully able to really kiss you back right now, so you decided to toy his bottom lip around your tongue. “Harder,harder” You instruct low and breathy tight into his mouth. “Fuckkk”
You clench your muscles around him as hard as you can, moaning loud and unfiltered until your coming, hard. Your spazzing and coming all over his cock and it’s actually almost pailful at this point.
“Yes, fuck baby ..your so good, soo perfect... ” You can feel that he needed this ,not just physically, just everything, about him in this moment screams how bad he needs this! There's no way he's coming no matter how close until you do, until you milk him through it!
You swear for a minute your heads spinning, fuzzy and lightheaded, ears burning as he rips you apart nerve by nerve...like he said...Just how you taught him! It takes a minute a good minute for you to pull you shit together and fuck if it dosent do wonders for you baby’s ego!
You whimper directly against his lips, gaze heavy, still completely fucked out “Such a good boy, you’re doing so good, come for me baby…” His thrust are becoming sporadic and out of rhythm because you don't stop stroking your clit, so your still spazzing around him, your still coming! You've always been one for over stimulation, I mean fuck you have 6 lovers for fucks sake how could you not. Your coming, moaning,painting and it’s ripping Tae’s orgasm straight from his body whether he was ready for it or not!
Taehyung cries and you can feel is cock twitch one more time before hes coming, snapping his hps forward, and stalling in place as you clench down around him! moaning louder and louder, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Tae collapses forward once he’s finished, so spent and you pull him closer, encouraging him to rest on top of you no matter how heavy he truly is.
“So good,” you whisper “Always such a good boy for me…” He leans down, completely blissed eyes heavy, and kisses you slow...intimate...hands gently stoking up and down your thighs as the two of you breathe as one… realizing this isn't really the time or place for this but you need amount to fully come down!! “I love you…” Slurs off your tone completely spent, and you feel him smile against your lips.
“ I Love you” A moan starts on his tongue and ends on the top of yours as he slides out, you can feel the come leaking onto the desk. Before you can even process what’s happening you see Tae drop down to his knees...bracing your thighs on either side of his head. Scooping up as much of the overflow as he can pushing, his fingers in knuckle deep curling upwards in the process...Thighs threatening to clench around his head in over secretive as a low whine hisses from your lips!
“Oh my god” Fingers seamlessly found there place in his soft, slight damp locks, tugging on his scalp relentlessly as you rolled your hips into his tongue. Though you really should be running away from the sensation but fuck, you can;t help it! Low breathy whines and moans fell from your lips the harder he sucked your clit between his lips, moaning out as all of your arousal's coat his tongue. Your clit is still rock hard and your literally a second away from coming all over again...that is,,until he slides in 3 fingers deep and apparently where Taehyung is concerned you don’t even have a refraction time because...
“Tae-baby- fuckkkk” Back coming to a complete arch as you came with a silent cry, you were panting so hard you almost felt like you were about to pass out. Taehyung’s tongue was still relentless, causing you to jerk and twitch away from him, trying to edge your way up the bed but it was no use..you were already crowning the headboard.
“Please, fuck - I can’t , I can’t …” Thankfully it seems as though he agreed, maybe it’s because your thighs wouldn’t stop spazzing and you soiled the spot right beneath your ass you were so wet! Kissing, licking, sucking a path from your clit, up your stomach, sliding your dress back into place, before his face was finally flush to yours. Sliding his tongue into your mouth without warning, kissing you deep and messy,letting you taste a combination of Tae, Joon and yourself thoroughly as you licked the excess coming from the corners of his lips causing you both to moan. Hands soothing up your trembling thighs trying to sooth you but it was no use..you were a mess!
Taehyung could feel them vibrating against his palm. Smiling smugly against your lips, clearly pleased with the sudden state your in . Locking your thighs around his waist, bracing his hands beneath for support because he can feel how pliant your entire body is beneath him.
“Wrap your arms around my neck” Whispered against your lips as he kissed you again while shifting off the desk, gripping your bag, and leading the two of you down the hall into your office. Voice sitting even husker now than it did initially....eyes still comptely blown out
Laying you gently on the leather chaise against the wall and you can’t help but smile up at him with nothing but fondness. Remembering those days when your baby boy was still lost in that fuck boy phase and thought after care was not kicking his partner out after! Now you watch as he slowly spreads your thighs apart. Cleaning you gently with a couple baby wipes kissing every inch of skin he touches in the process before doing the same to himself.Tucking his spent cock back into his leather pants with a slight hiss due to oversensitiveness…
“Thank you baby…” Taking his hand in your kissing along his knuckles “Fuck Tae, you were in a mood this morning...holyshit” An exhausted chuckle leaves your lips as you settle into the cushions, your thighs were literally still humming.
“Aye gotta make a lasting impression before you go meet my replacement right??” He tried to laugh it off, but not only did his “smile” not even remotely reach his eyes...you could hear light tremor laced within his delivery that he tried to mask by said laugh!
Brows scrunching to the middle of your face immediately because...WHAT!?
“Speaking of, you and Yoongi have that 2:30 interview with Jungkook. So you might wanna dip out and shower first, you just might still end up feeling kinda sticky, between me and Joonie there’s just..fuck..”
To be honest, everything kinda melted into a blur and it almost seemed as though you really weren’t listening because all you kept thinking about is him saying you were going to meet his “Replacement…”
“I mean even with a pantyl-”
“What?!” You honestly did not mean for your response to come out as snappy as it did but again… WHAT!?
“I said you might wanna-“
“That’s, what this was about?!” Brows furrowed in the center of your face in confusion more than anything because what the fuck Tae! “First off, he was your idea, but if he makes you uncomfortable for any reason we don’t have to interview him! You have to work with him too baby, I don't want-” You know your deliveries off so you find yourself reaching up to gently caress his jaw, which is a stark contrast to your tone at the moment!
“No, no” Flagging his hand in the air dismissively “ I want you to, he seems like a good kid and like he knows his shit Yoongi needs..no he deserves that..he already does so much!” Nervously raking his hands down the nonexistent wrinkles on his black silk dress shirt. “I don’t know baby, ignore me I’m just being stupid …”
He gets up with a box of Clorox whips and sprays heading back to the lobby so you opt to follow, no matter how much your thighs are literally screaming at you the entire time! Well aware that the desk without a doubt needs to be toughly whipped down with the next half hour before production starts trickling in! Kicking up the air as well to get the humidity out of the atmosphere, thankfully space had an open enough floor plan that, the typical sex smell That may clog up a bedroom wasn’t as potent…
Without even sparing you a second glance he starts spraying down the desk, whipping the surface diligently, actually somewhat aggressively which let you know he felt a way about this. Nobody's jaw just twitches while they clean..he was annoyed…
“Ugh no.” Reaching out to grasp his wrist halting his movements, and now it was clear he was adverting your gaze, eyes locking on a fucking paperclip to his right… “ I will not ignore you and your feelings are valid, always, even if I don’t quite understand them.” Exchanging his wrist for his jaw, gripping it firm enough to firm him to make eye contact and there's nothing subtle about how glazed over they were…
“Baby…” Cooed off your lips as you stoked his face you watched his nose twitch as he tried desperately not to cry, so you leaned down... Placing a lingering yet innocent kiss along his lips. No ulterior motive just hoping it gave him some sort of comfort…. Feeling the way he just melted into you...yet the tension stayed evident within his body…”Talk to me Tae..please..:”
He didn’t pull away fully, resting his forehead flush to yours “I don’t know... I just-”
The two of you pull apart the minute you hear the faint ding of the elevator, eyes instantly scanning the camera to see it’s nobody but Joon. Starbucks, and Mcdonalds in hand, clumsily trying to type in the code so Taehyung decides to be the one to break apart and help him out. More so because he just really didn’t want to get into this right now….never has he been so thankful that Namjoon’s early!
Heading for the door to help your husband lord knows how clumsy he is the last thing we need is coffee all over your freshly polished floors. Looking fine as ever....sometimes you really don’t understand how the fuck you go so damn lucky! Wind swept freshly dyed ice blonde locks, all black slacks and fitted blazer...
He smiles down at Tae, who tilts his chin upward, silently asking, and Namjoon already knows...placing a kiss along his lips that started out innocent... Until he caught a taste of something lingering on Taehyung’s tongue, which rips a deep groan from the back of his throat. The second his tongue breaches the seam of his lips, his entire body freezes, feeling the almost violent manner in which the younger was shaking against his frame had Namjoon pulling back instantly...Searching your eyes for some sort of clarity as to why Tae looks like he’s about to cry. Or why he holding onto his blazer for dear life....
‘Baby??” Namjoon’s tone is tentative, scared...uneasy.and honestly, you aren't sure which one of you he’s addressing so you speak up.
“It seems as though Tae is feeling a type of way about us possibly hiring Jeon…” You're cautious of your tone, keeping it light, concerned but not accusatory because you really don’t know what’s going on honestly! Watching your husband’s brows furrow having no idea who the hell you’re referring to.. And it rips a snort from your lips and a wet chuckle form Tae’s as he gently whips his eyes...trying to catch the stray tears that have betrayed him and slipped out…
“The kid who just graduated from USC...the production major Yoongi and Yn are interviewing today...and it’s not that I feel a type of way I just..”
“Tae, your crying…” He almost sounds heartbroken even repeating the words and your stomach drops as you take in the two men you love to death. At a loss as to what has Taehyung so uneasy that he’s crying. And why it hindsight it seems now, felt the need to fuck you before your interview so you wouldn’t’ “Forget” him. How the fuck could you ever forget him!? He’s never been one to be insecure...ever!
“You don’t just cry for shits and giggles...baby....” Tae turns his head but the light catches the glaze in his eyes, and how hard his jaw twitches int he process..
“Aye” Namjoon’s tone just says “Look at me” not even leaving it up for debate and he dose...regardless of how bad he wan’t to doesn't even think about it.
“ Just because you’re not listed under CEO dose not mean your opinions and concerns as far as who we bring into this company aren’t valid. You know this…before we had this big fancy building and all these employees it was just the 7 of us...don’t think we’d ever forget that”
Eyes flickering around the room slightly, upon seeing the mess onto of the desk and he kinda puts two and two together… “What were you doin before I came in??” Voice low, tentative...comforting…bringing his gaze down to the cleaning supplies in hand.
“Ugh, cleaning the desk…” His voice breaks at the end, and he won’t even look at the two of you….”
“Kay, how about I finish cleaning the desk, and you go talk to Joon, and I’ll be in there in like 5 ...Okay?” Swaying over in his direction, taking the box of wipes, and spray from his hand before placing a kiss to the side of his head. Pulling back to do the same to your husband…whose eyes are desperately looking to yours for some form of directions that you, unfortunately, can’t give right now!
Taehyung just nodds, snuffling a couple more times as he fiddles nervously with the collection of rings dancing along his fingers. Many of which are gifts from his 6 favorite people at this point…..
Namjoon walks over and places the bags and tray of drinks on the glass table in the center of the room..wiggling his fingers in the younger’s direction.
“Come talk to me Tae, Tae..”
That’s all she wrote for now, I feel like there's a lot of DOM Tae FF’s which I love, however when I look past “V” and meet the two in the middle I don’t get straight dom vibes..lol sorry not sorry..but either way it’s all for fun and I hope you all enjoyed. Part 1 is attached, it's Joon X OC with Tae coming in at the end…NOTE this is not only a Tae centered AU....
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◐ | 𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕 | ◑
Greed is an uncontrolled longing for increase in the acquisition or use: of material gain; or social value, such as status, or power.
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Γ pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Γ word count: 5.2k
Γ summary: When you’re in need of some quick, flashy jewelry for an event, what better place to go than a pawn shop? However when nothing catches your eye, the shop owner shows you something that you absolutely must have. But when the pricing is much more than you anticipated, you think of another way to get it. Just how far are you willing to go for a bargain?
Γ tags: 18+, hoseok x reader, unprotected sex, oral (f), monster fucking kinda, sexual bribery(?) (if you couldnt tell, you fuck for the jewelry), he cums in you lmao, ripped panties, hair pulling, demon au, seven deadly sins au
Γ part: 3 of 7 of our Seven Deadly Sins Milestone Challenge.
⋫ Link to Master List here
Γ a/n: Welcome to part 3 of our seven deadly sins! Hope you guys aren’t too full from reading gluttony because now it’s time for a little greed. Things get a lil more freaky deaky in this chapter so I hope you all enjoy it! A new chapter will be released everyday so please look forward to the remaining sins! As always, thot on, sinners ;)
-Fizzy ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)
When you had first stepped into the pawn shop, you were immediately taken aback. You were so used to seeing the stereotypical dirty, everything out of place, type shops on tv that you were expecting it to be the same in person. However you were surprised to say the least, when the faint smell of sage drifted through your nose, and if you concentrated hard enough you could pick out scents of leather as well.
You slowly walked through the shop, eyes flicking to and fro because everything seemed to catch your attention. From the organized shelves of books, to the clear, gold rimmed cases filled with trinkets, to even the perfectly stocked and alphabetized case of video games and dvd’s. However you walked right past all of those things and more to find the jewelry section.
Tonight you were attending a friend’s art gallery event and while you did have an outfit already picked out, you decided last minute you wanted to buy a new piece of jewelry to bring it all together, because let’s face it, those little pearl earrings were not going to cut it. So when you caught sight of a pawn shop you hadn’t seen before on your street, you decided you would probably find something extravagant but also cheap there. You were only going to wear it for one night after all.
When reaching the front of the store, your eyes flick downward into the clear display full of various jewelry. There were pieces here and there that made your lips purse in consideration but nothing really jumped out at you. Walking towards the right while still looking down, your fingertips dragged across the glass, hoping that something would catch your eye. Too deep in thoughts, you didn’t notice someone calling out to you until your hand softly bumped into someone else’s on the other side of the display.
Your body jumped slightly and you pulled your hand away, an apology ready to come out but dying on your tongue once you looked up and saw who the hand belonged to.
He was absolutely breathtaking, literally, when you looked up at him you swore you felt your breath get lodged in your throat. Your eyes landed on his gentle smile, causing his cheeks to round up into two perfect little circles, his warm eyes made an odd feeling spread throughout your chest- ‘is it a little hotter in here?’-, and his wavy black hair parted down the middle. He seemed ethereal, with his black blazer over the matching shirt and pants. On his ring finger was a bright topaz ring, a gold band surrounding it, the surface glittering softly in the harsh fluorescent lights. It was strange you thought, ‘He seems a little too overdressed for a pawn shop, no?’, his look making your eyebrows furrow slightly together.
He looked to be out of place, like a queen participating in a hot dog eating contest.
“Can I help you with anything?” He inquired softly, tilting his head to the side.
“Uh...,” You shook your head and cleared your throat, trying to gather your thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m looking for a piece of jewelry.” Your eyes glanced down and scanned over the items again. “I uh, have an event later on tonight and I’m trying to find something last minute.” You chuckled sheepishly, looking back up at the handsome man.
“Well what do you have in mind?”
“Not sure, I want it to bring my whole outfit together though.” You smiled thoughtfully, feeling your cheeks warm at the smile you were receiving back.
“What are you wearing? If I see the outfit, I can help you out some more.” So you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your photos to find the picture of the outfit you took a couple of days earlier. It was a simple little long sleeve, black dress, with a v in the back. Your simple heels and pearl earrings were enough to make you presentable, but you really wanted to present yourself.
The man studied it for a few seconds before nodding politely, gesturing to another display case further to your right. Upon reaching it, you noticed this one was filled more with necklaces with a few charms scattered about. While they were more intricate than the ones you were previously looking at, your heart wasn’t really pulling towards any of them.
“See anything you like?” There was something warm about his voice, that just made you feel calm. Which was strange, how could a stranger make you feel this way?
“I’m sorry, not really...these are all very nice though. Thank you anyway.” You glanced up at him, giving a short nod before starting to turn around.
“You know, I might have something for you.” The way he said it made you halt in your tracks. It came out as being helpful but there was something laced underneath it, something that made your body feel like it was being wrapped in chills. You turned back to him and cocked your head to the side, silently urging him to continue.
“Come, I have it in the back room.” He stepped off to the side and pulled open a little door for you. You knew it was odd, him inviting you to the back of the store. Why couldn’t he just go and grab it? Your questions continued to rack your brain, even as you began to walk behind the counter. And when you heard the click of the door locking into place, it was only then that you noticed you were the only person in the store.
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As you followed the man to the back, the hallway you were in seemed endless, your heart began to thump in your chest. Your gaze went upwards, the yellow lights above your head casting eerie glows throughout the hallway. You looked at the man's back, watching his shoulders move behind his jacket. Soon enough you couldn’t hear the music coming from the front of the shop anymore, the lights becoming nothing but a small dot. It had seemed you were walking forever but it was only now that you had lost sight of the front. A shadow on the wall caught your attention and as you looked at it, it went away. For a brief moment…
No that’s silly, the lights were just messing with your vision.
But…
For a quick second, it seemed like the shadow of the man had horns protruding from the top of his head.
You scoffed and shook your head, the thought being completely ridiculous.
“Hm? Something funny, y/n?” He looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“Oh ah, I was just thinking about something. Nothing worth mentioning.” You replied, still mainly focused on the wall. He gave a sharp nod, a smile gracing his face before turning back towards the front. Inhaling deeply, you continued following the strange man, until finally, he pushed aside a curtain and you stepped into a room, the sight making your jaw drop in awe.
“This is where I keep my most prized possessions, too valuable for me to put out there for the world to see.” He murmured, delicately swiping his finger over the surface of something on a shelf. You couldn’t quite make out what it was, for something past him got your attention. You took a hesitant step forward, tilting your head to the side, trying to make sense of it.
A throne sat in the back of the room, the seat filled to the brim with gold coins, a few gems and jewels here and there. You could make out a bottle of wine lodged in the center of the pile, the black color popping out intensely against the bright colors of the gold. But upon closer inspection, you noticed there was an orange light, seeming to only shine on the bottle, making you realize that it was a dark red instead. On one of the arms, was a clear crystal skull, dazzling amethysts acting as eyes. As if your awe couldn’t get any bigger, on the top of the throne was a crown, far more extravagant than the ones you had seen previously. It was jewel encrusted all around, but instead of it being gold or silver, this one was stark black. One emerald stood in the middle while tiny versions of it ran around the rim and protruding from the top of it was a bright green snake, poised as if it was getting ready to strike.
The sound of a throat clearing snapped you out of your thoughts.
He chuckled, “Are you alright?”
“Y-yeah, sorry. This room is just wow, it’s amazing. I’ve never seen so many treasures in one room before.” You fingertips pressed to your lips, taking another moment to look around the room once more.
“This is the piece I wanted to show you.” You looked to the left to see him behind a glass counter. When you walked up to it, he had his hands spread out on the glass, giving you a small smirk. Your heart skipped a beat and you bit down on your lip, feeling that warmth go through your body once more. He glanced down and tapped at the glass with a fingernail, the noise making a sharp sound. When you glanced down, you felt a chill go down your spine. On the top of the glass his fingernail looked normal but in the reflection was a sharp black nail instead. Your eyes quickly looked over to his other nails to find them exactly the same; sharp and black. When you looked in the middle of where the reflection of his face should be, you had barely registered relief when you saw his eyes.
There was a sinister yellow glow, gleaming right at you. And if that weren’t frightening enough, the man smiled at you, two sharp canines peeking through. At that, your head snapped back up to look at him, but instead of what you saw in the glass, it was just his normal features. With wide eyes, you opened your mouth to say something but were cut off at once by him placing a yellow velvet box on top, the sound louder than necessary.
He opened the top and you were at a loss for words. The inside was a darker shade of yellow, a small mirror on the underside of the lid, and in the middle was a beautiful necklace. A thin silver chain adorned an oval blood red ruby, four thin, sharp prongs on each side, holding it. The lighting from above made them glimmer, causing a thought to run through your mind that they almost looked like claws. He pulled it out of the box and dangled it in front of his face, the gem swaying gently in front of him.
“That’s beautiful…” You murmured. Your throat felt parched all of a sudden, so you swallowed the ball of saliva forming in your mouth, but it did nothing to quench the growing thirst in your mind.
“How much?” You asked, taking a brief second to flick your gaze over to the man then back to the necklace. From your peripheral you could see a smirk grow on his face, his eyebrow raising up a little. The tip of his tongue peeked out to lick his lips and he leaned in closer to you. Yet, you still couldn’t take your eyes off the gem.
“Well normally the things in this room aren’t for sale, they are for my viewing pleasure only.” He paused, taking in a breath. “But you seemed really desperate to find something so,” He paused again and that was when you finally looked away and at him, catching him eyeing you up and down slowly. When he reached your face, a sly grin appeared.
“$1,000.”
“$1,000? Are you fucking serious?” Your eyes bugged out at his answer and you couldn’t help the harsh tone. However it seemed that the man was unaffected, cocking his head to the side and swinging the necklace delicately. You didn’t know much about gemstones but you were certainly positive that it was an outrageous price, especially for something in a pawn shop.
“I am actually being quite generous with the pricing y/n, normally this goes for much higher value.” His voice took a condescending ring and his eyebrows bunched together. Worry crossed your face, you really didn’t want to pay that much money for something you were only going to wear for tonight but on the other hand you needed this necklace. It was truly something you had never seen before.
You looked at the piece of jewelry once more, staring directly into the center of the ruby. You didn’t know if you were still reeling from hearing the price or if it was really happening but the middle of the gem seemed to be swirling, looking like a mini vortex. Anger flashed through your body and you had half a mind to just snatch it out of his hand and make a run for it. Your fingers twitched at the thought and it appeared that the man noticed, for he jerked his hand up and caught the ruby in his hand. His fingers clasped shut around it, completely obstructing it from your eyes.
“If you think you’ll be able to get away, you won’t. I’ll have you pinned down before your fingers even got to touch this necklace.” He hissed in a low voice and you didn’t miss the way your body shivered at his tone. You pressed your lips together and chose your next words carefully.
“This is a pawn shop isn’t it? Can we negotiate?” As soon as the last word left your mouth, you felt the tension in the room shift. He squinted at you and leaned in closer to your body, staring intensely into your eyes. You tried your best to not look away, your heart beginning to speed up at his close proximity. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smirk, the action making your breath hiccup in your throat.
“Depends, what are you willing to give?” He muttered, now looking down at your lips. He didn’t even try to hide it, for his gaze lazily rose back up to your eyes. He was so close that you could see details on his face more clearly, like the mole on his top lip or the hint of yellow slowly whirling in the center of his eyes…
Your eyes widened at noticing it but before you could move away, he brushed his fingertips on the top of your hand. He put his other hand next to your faces, letting his fingers open to allow the necklace to drop. It swung before coming to a stop, the want and need of having it coursing through your mind once more.
You needed this, and you were going to get it one way or another.
You pressed forward, feeling just the barest of touches when your lips made contact with his. He didn’t move so you took that as your sign to continue. You closed your eyes, your lips now fully on his and moved against him, small flashes of yellow going off behind your eyelids. You heard the sound of something, the necklace you presumed, clatter against the glass top of the display. His hands gripped the side of your face, now kissing you back with more ferocity. A nip at your bottom lip caused you to gasp, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.
You felt like your head was clouded, the lightheadedness making you dizzy. A moan slipped past you and your hands wandered up to grip his suit, the material oddly clearing up your mind, acting as a sort of grounding object to bring you back down. You attempted to jerk him towards you, wanting more of his touch, but he dropped one hand off your face and grabbed your wrists, throwing them off of his body. You stumbled a bit forward and smacked a hand on top of the glass to steady yourself, slightly breaking your kiss. You wasted no time in going back, hands going around his neck now, kissing with such hunger and need.
The man used his free hand to knot itself in your hair, he tugged your head back and went to bite at your neck, his teeth making you gasp. Your hands dug into his hair and gave small tugs, your breathy moans urging him to bite harder. You needed more so you tightened your hold onto his hair and pulled him back up to your mouth. Surprisingly he allowed you to do so and when your lips locked, you raised a leg and pushed yourself up on the counter. He moved back to allow you more room, sliding your legs down on the other side and opening them to let him stand in between.
He grabbed your waist and brought you closer to himself, the feeling of his erection against you made a wave of pleasure go to your core. Your legs wrapped around his waist to lock him in and he grinded against you, squeezing your waist every couple of seconds. His hands slid down your thighs, fingernails digging into you. The subtle pain made you gasp against his mouth and you almost moaned out loud again when he pushed your legs apart, using one hand to guide you onto your back.
He reached up to unbutton your jeans and undo your zipper, yanking them down when he finished. He tossed them to the side and put his mouth right over your mound, moving his lips against your skin. Your legs went to lock around his head but he delivered a swift smack to the outside of your left thigh.
“Keep your legs open for me sweetheart.” He mumbled against you and dragged his tongue up your panties. You let out a low moan at the feeling, lightly tangling your hand in his black hair. He didn’t protest so you twirled a few pieces in between your fingers, the silky texture easily sliding between them. He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them to the side, taking a quick swipe up your folds, the abrupt feeling of his tongue made your voice hitch and your hips to jerk upwards. His finger that was holding your panties, went to the center and you felt a sudden pull and the sound of material ripping. You lifted your head to see what had happened, but he suddenly pulled your folds apart and licked up once more.
“Fuck,” your voice squeaked out, head dropping back onto the glass. He dug in, tongue licking up and down your pussy, his nose nudging your clit every so often. Your legs trembled, wanting to lock around his head and you almost gave in until you felt two sharp points prodding at the inside of your folds. Your legs twitched at the feeling but you brushed it away when his tongue shoved into your hole. An obscene moan left your mouth and you tugged him impossibly closer to your cunt. You felt that same sharp point directly on your clit now, circling around it lightly.
Your pussy clenched around his tongue and it seemed to spur him on, the sharp point now pressing slightly harder on you. It only lasted a few seconds before his thumb replaced it, pressing harshly onto your clit and causing pleasure to travel throughout your body. It circled around you rapidly, his tongue now moving at what seemed like an impossible speed inside you. Soon that familiar tug pulled inside you and your hips rose upwards.
“Pl-please, I’m gonna-!” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through your body, your mouth open in a silent scream, your pussy spasming around his tongue. You came down from your high, your breath coming out ragged, and looked down at him. He smirked at you, your arousal glistening on his lips. His eyes looked faintly yellow in your hazy vision. You became slightly more aware that there were more points pricking into your thighs, dragging down. You were pulled up and into a kiss, tasting yourself, his hands going to your lower back. He let you go and grabbed a hand, pulling you off the counter. You allowed him to guide you and when you noticed him leading you towards the throne, you felt your already aching pussy clench.
He barely gave you time to settle before he turned you around and pushed you onto the pile of treasure in the center of the throne. You landed on your palms, feeling some coins slide from beneath your hands. You adjusted to resting on your forearms, the wine bottle directly in front of your face. Upon closer inspection of it, you could clearly make out that it was a dark rusty red color, with a faded label on the side. The glint of the crystal skull caught your attention to your left, but you didn’t have time to glance at it, for you felt your shirt being lifted up and over your head. Before you had a chance to settle, the back of your bra was pulled and you felt it give away. A hand went to your front and yanked it away from you, the coolness from the coins brushed against your breasts and nipples, instantly making them harden.
You heard the sound of clothes rustling and heard a muted thump. Giving a quick side glance, you saw his jacket on the floor. The sound of his belt buckle clinking and then it being thrown to the floor had your hole clench. He kicked your legs apart and rubbed his cock in between your folds, hands going to hold onto your waist. You shivered in anticipation, the combination of him spreading your arousal and the cold contrast of the coins made your mouth water.
“Are you ready for me, darling?” One of his hands left your waist to drag down your back, those sharp points you had been feeling making your spine arch up, you were enjoying them at this point. You gave a meek nod and soon he was stretching your walls, bottoming out in no time. Your fingers splayed out and dug into the pile of coins for support, feeling your breasts touch them when he began to move.
He wasted no time in pounding into your cunt, the force of his hips making you moan out like a whore. One hand went to go fist in your hair, twisting it around his wrist for a more secure hold. “Look at you, such a greedy little thing. Such a greedy little whore for my cock..” You bit your lip at his words, your eyelids fluttering closed.
“Do you always fuck strangers for things you want? Are you that desperate for material things? You little slut.” Opening your eyes, you could see his reflection in the bottle, that one orange light highlighting the object perfectly. His form began to slowly shift before your eyes, and even though you were getting the fucking of a lifetime, you were still coherent enough for a wave of fear to travel through your body.
Maybe it was all the bright lights or you were still delirious from your powerful orgasm but soon enough you saw two pointed objects begin to protrude from his head, and a pair of wings slowly sprout from his back. Your chest quivered but yet you couldn’t bring yourself to scream, at least not out of fear. Panic mixed in with euphoria, the idea that you were here having sex with something not of this world oddly made your already sopping cunt, gush even more. When his wings softly flared out, you kept telling yourself you were just imagining it, and even when you felt something soft brush against the sides of your waist, a small part of you prayed that it was just because all of your senses were on overload.
The more you stared at the reflection, the tighter your body became. What was even happening right now, why are you still here? Why had you not pulled away and ran while you still had the chance? As you racked your brain for answers, there was a tiny voice that kept pushing through, telling you what you didn’t want to hear. That throughout all this, there was a familiarity from it all. That you had seen this before; the wings, horns, the aura of the creature. You briefly wondered if you were pulling it from an old horror movie you’d seen a while ago, but it didn’t sit right.
As if sensing the puzzle coming together in your head, several sharp pricks were dug into your waist- you quickly put two and two together with everything happening, and deduced that they were claws- you felt him pierce through your skin, the sudden pain making you gasp out loud. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the reflection, and the final nail went in when his eyes locked with yours. With a sinister grin, he blinked and two bright yellow eyes stared right into your soul.
With a cry of terror and pleasure, your orgasm came abruptly, your thighs shaking so uncontrollably that your forearms gave out, and you fell against the mountain of coins. You felt him slam into you a couple of more times before his cum filled you up to the brim, feeling it dribble down your legs after he pulled out. You laid there for a couple of seconds to catch your breath, and you were afraid to turn around and be face to face with whatever just gave you an orgasm of a lifetime.
Gathering your bearings, you pushed up and silently counted to three, not bothering to hide the shock on your face when you saw him looking normal. No claws, no horns, no wings, no glowing yellow eyes…
He zipped his pants and picked his belt up from the floor, smiling at your expression. When you still hadn’t said anything, he picked up his jacket and folded it over his arm, heading towards the counter. You reached down for your shirt and bra, fumbling around trying to get them back on. When you finished you still had not said a word, silently going to the counter to reach for your pants that he was holding out to you. You put them on but still couldn’t shake off your feelings.
He chuckled softly at you and picked up the necklace, giving it a soft look before handing it to you. Wordlessly you took it, the cool metal feeling hot in your hands.
“Well, a bargain is a bargain. Sorry about your panties by the way. Are you alright?” He questioned with a laugh, moving a hand up to smooth down his hair. It didn’t even look out of place, completely untouched.
You brushed it off, still confused about everything “Um...I’m-I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me, I-” You stopped and swallowed, the realization that you just fucked a stranger for a necklace setting in. A flash of horror crossed your face, and you almost cried until he shook his head and gave you a small smile.
“Don’t be, we all do crazy things when consumed with greed.” Even though there was a smile on his face, it barely did anything to ease your discomfort.
“The necklace is yours, come, I’ll walk you outside.” He walked around the counter and nodded towards the front, silently following behind him. The walk to the front was shorter than you remember, the yellow lights you recalled being there, now just white. When you stepped out of the backroom, it was still bright outside, and there were still no people inside. It had felt like you spent hours back there.
When you walked out the door, you still felt uneasy. What exactly had you seen in the reflection of the wine bottle? Why was your need for the necklace so intense?
Something clicked in your mind and deciding that you wanted to leave with some sort of dignity, you turned around to ask him a question.
“I’m so sorry, but I just realized I didn’t get your name,” Heat spread across your cheeks but you continued. “I just got…overwhelmed.” You gave a sheepish smile and he smiled back at you.
“My name is Hoseok.” He grins and gives you a small bow.
“Thank you, Hoseok. For um, this.”
“You’re welcome, next time be careful what you bargain for when you want something.” His tone was playful but chideful, and you couldn’t help but give an exasperated laugh. You gave a politeful nod and turned around to head to your car.
“Goodbye y/n, have fun at your event tonight.”
You almost didn’t register what he said, until you did. You hadn’t told him your name. When you turned back to question him, your heart stopped in your chest when the pawn shop was no longer there. Instead it was just an empty, abandoned building. Deciding that you had enough and needed to get out of there, you sped to your car and drove as fast as you could to your house, wanting to get away as soon as possible.
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Your nerves relaxed when you reached your house and got ready. The last thing you put on was the necklace, feeling the ruby flare against your skin. You fingered it gently, the memory of fucking Hoseok burned into your brain.
Once you arrived at your friends art event, you immediately fell into the chatter and hustle of everything. Friends were complimenting your outfit left and right, especially the necklace. You met up with your friend, giving her a congratulatory hug and kiss. You were so deep in conversation that you didn’t notice a mutual friend of yours staring at you, or more so your neck. You were about to question what was wrong until she pointed a finger at your neck.
“Y/n, sorry but do you shower with that necklace on?” You bunched your eyebrows together and your hand went up to clutch it.
“No, I just got this today. Why?”
Now your small group of friends were all staring at it, the stares making your face heat up.
“Your neck is turning green.”
You paused for a half second, then took out your phone to access the camera. Sure enough, there was a thin line of green on your skin. As you looked more at the necklace, you noticed small details of rust on the chain and the ruby that was shining so brightly before you left, was now dull and lifeless.
He had tricked you, he had given you a fake.
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fluffy dreams x
ashton irwin x fem!oc fluff
warnings: literally none other than bad writing
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this is legit based off a dream i had last night, but i added a bunch of stuff so it makes sense lmaooo.. pls don’t bully me this is my first time writing :)
(also, this is during the youngblood era, so like 2018-ish)
I was sitting in a crowd surrounding a circular table. Seated at the table were the four members of 5 Seconds of Summer; Michael, Luke, Calum, and Ashton. They were doing an interview where fans could come watch live. The interviewer was seated on a tall chair in the middle of the crowd. Everyone was listening eagerly to their responses.
"Okay, so now we're going to give the audience a chance to speak with the band! Does that sound good to you guys?" The interviewer exclaimed before pointing to 5SOS. They did a little cheer and clapped their hands.
"What about y'all?!" She gestured to us. Everybody screamed, desperate to finally meet our idols. The interviewer looked worried for a second. Honestly, I would be too if I was in the middle of a bunch of crazy fangirls.
"So we're going to have the guys pick the first person that gets to talk to them. Michael, do you want to pick first?" The interviewer put him on the spot. I felt slightly guilty for him, all of that pressure must be stressful.
Michael looked at his bandmates for help, but they just shrugged at him. "Go on, Mikey. Pick someone," Calum teased, leaning forward on his knees. "Fuck you," Michael mumbled under his breath, barely audible.
The guitarist craned his neck to search the crowd, and everybody in the audience held their breath. I was watching his calculated eyes as they landed on me. "You. The one with the white top and plaid pants," Michael called out. I looked down at my outfit and around at the people around me. Nobody else was wearing that... I don't think. I was about to ask if he meant me when the girl next to me nudged my arm. "He's talking to you! Go up there!" She whispered.
I stood up and made my way to their table. I tried to seem more confident than I was on the inside, because I was secretly fangirling. I think it worked because I didn't receive any sympathetic looks from the guys, only smiles.
I took a seat next to Michael and gave them all a little wave. "Why don't you introduce yourself? In the meantime, let's give them some privacy," The interviewer said before a screen came up around the table. (idfk bc in my dream the other people just dissapeared & then came back so)
"Woah, what the f-" Luke started before Ashton elbowed him in his side. I laughed before I realised nobody else found that funny and bit my lip. I looked at Ashton who had a light smile playing on his face.
"So, um, my name is Hazel and I'm 19 years old. I came all the way from Australia to see you guys," I introduced.
"Oh, we're from Australia, too!" Michael blurted out. I looked over to him with incredulous eyes and said, "No, really? I didn't know that," before giggling.
"What part of Australia?" Ashton asked, leaning back and uncrossing his legs.
"Sydney. I'm basic, I know," I answered while cracking a smile. Luke and Calum chuckled at my lame joke.
We continued chatting for a while, and I felt very close to Michael. He seemed like a funny and genuine person. Our conversation was cut short when the interviewer suddenly removed the screen. "Sorry, guys. You're time is up," She said not so apologetically. "Luke, do you want to pick the next person?" I took this as her way of telling me, Get out, you're time is over sweetie.
I rose to my feet and plopped back in my seat. Luke had picked the next girl- who looked like she was about to faint- and the girl next to me nudged my arm again. I looked over to her with a questioning look. "Yeah?"
"What was it like?" She eagerly asked, her eyes wide and slightly crazed.
"Um, it was good. They were really nice to me and easy to talk to," I explained, a smile forming on my lips.
"What did they smell like?" The girl asked next. I had to do a double take at that question. That's some next level fangirl shit.
"I don't know! I wasn't sitting there and smelling them." I exclaimed exasperatedly. She rolled her eyes and turned away from me, signalling that the conversation was over.
I sighed and pulled out my phone. Mindlessly texting some of my friends back home while waiting for the other girl to emerge. I snapped one of my closest friends, Ruel, telling him that I finally got to meet 5SOS. I only had to wait a couple seconds before he responded with, "omg yasss you go girl". I smiled and shook my head at his sarcasm. A few minutes later, the girl came out of the screen-shield with a starstruck expression. Was that what I looked like?!
The process repeated, but this time Calum picked the person to go in. This time, it was a tall guy with blonde hair. I looked back to my phone before realising how familiar that person was. I caught a glimpse of his face and it was... Ruel? What the-
I angrily texted him so he could see my messages when he came out. How could he not tell me he was coming? He could've at least came with me.
When his time was up, he glanced over at me and sent a lazy grin my way. I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the smile creeping onto my face. Ruel went to sit down where he was originally and I huffed.
(okay this next part is unrealistic- well this whole story is tbh- but this is what happened in my dream)
"Last up we have Ashton! Ashton, are you ready to pick the last person?" The interviewer stated dramatically. He raised his eyebrows at her tone and exhaled. "Let's hope so," He mumbled.
Ashton scanned the crowd yet again, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. His eyes locked on mine and I gave him a comforting smile; I assumed he would just return the gesture and move on. But his eyes never left mine. Ashton sent me a lopsided grin before exclaiming, "Hazel! Come on up here."
My jaw dropped to say the least. There were mumbles from the people surrounding me, as well as multiple dirty looks being thrown at me. The interviewer glanced around and looked back at the crew mouthing, "Is this allowed?" The camera crew in turn shrugged at her.
I scrambled to my feet and picked my way through the audience. This time I sat down next to Ashton. I figured I would sit next to him because he was the one that invited me. "Why did you pick me again?" I whisper-shouted at him. Ashton just let out a little giggle while looking at Calum and threw an arm behind me.
I shook my head playfully at their stupidity and leaned back. They asked me questions about my life back in Australia, and I asked about random things. I didn't want to be basic and just ask about music.
"Ashton, are you ever going to dye your hair like Michael?" I inquired.
"Nah, he's too pussy," Luke jabbed, making everyone laugh.
"Says you, Mr. I've-never-done-anything-to-my-hair," Michael crowed as everyone laughed again.
I reached my hand up to run it through Ashton's dark brown locks. "I think if you dyed it a red type color, it would look really good," I suggested. He peeped up at me through his eyelashes and I held his gaze. My cheeks tinted pink as I realised our close proximity.
I moved away from him only for Ashton to wrap an arm around my waist. I glanced at him but he was already talking to Calum. I felt slightly awkward in the position, so to free my arm I placed a hand on his knee. Ashton slightly stiffened before relaxing. A grin played on my lips as we all engaged in conversation.
The screen lowered again and the interviewer was talking to the audience. "So that's all the time we have for today! I hope everyone enjoyed themselves, and we'll hopefully see you boys in the future," She winked. "We're going to let 5SOS exit first, so please stay seated until we give you the word."
I made to go back into the crowd when Ashton grabbed my hand and pulled me with them. "We want you to come with us to the back room," Michael giddily told me. "I heard there was a movie theater back there." I sucked in a short breath before following. I relished in the feeling of Ashton's warm hand against mine.
I could practically feel all the people behind me glaring daggers into my skull. Their whispers washed over my head and I felt a wave of anxiety. Ashton must have sensed this as he brushed his thumb over my knuckles. I gratefully smiled at him before looking at the ground.
We reached the 'back room' which was basically a movie theater but with long couches instead of individual seats. I gasped as I took in the lush couches. I dropped Ashton's hand and bee-lined towards one in the center. I settled into the comfortable cushions and reveled in the coziness.
Michael sat down on my left and Ashton on my right. I snatched Michael's beanie off his head, letting out a soft "teehee." He opened his mouth to protest but stopped when he saw me tugging the cap onto my brown hair. "You're so annoying," Michael chuckled.
"You know you love me," I retorted, sticking out my tongue at him.
"Real mature," He rolled his eyes sarcastically, still smiling.
"Hazel," Ashton murmured from beside me. I twisted my head to look up at him. "Yeah?"
He tapped the end of my nose, saying, "Boop." I burst out laughing- even though it wasn't that funny- and they all looked at me like I was crazy.
"Shhh, the movie is starting!" Luke harshly whispered. "Oops," I giggled, mimicking a shush gesture to Luke. The beginning of Back to the Future started playing on the large screen in front of us.
I felt a familiar arm snake around my waist yet again, pulling me into Ashton's side. I leaned up so my mouth was next to his ear. "Very bold and cuddly, I see," I whispered, running my nose along the shell of his ear. The man below me tensed only slightly before rubbing his hand along the side of my torso.
The theater was dark, only the faint glow from the screen providing light. I rested my hand on his knee, but gauged no reaction from Ashton. I lightly ran my middle finger along the inseam of his jeans, moving slowly up towards his crotch area. I heard an intake of breath above me and smirked to myself.
I laid my hand on his upper thigh, making myself comfortable. My head settled against Ashton's firm chest and I let out a content sigh. Our closeness satisfied my craving for human touch. I want to stay like this forever.
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okay so that's over lmao
peep the ruel shoutout (stream free time) lmk what you thought! :)
#ashton irwin#ashton irwin fanfic#fluff#5sos#5 seconds of summer#writing#fanfic#luke hemmings#michael clifford#calum hood#ruel#help me
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Happier || Bakugou x F!Reader || Jealousy Prompt { Long Post }
.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,l0000,56coc - Benny, 2018, walking across the keyboard like an asshole while M was trying to write
@fandomsblogs
// I am working on the other one! Time has not been my friend lately lol. ALSO HOLY FUCK IS THIS ONE LONG I’M SORRY. Also my love for Shinsou is growing.
Part 2 Here! Part 3 Here!
Hitoshi Shinsou was a strange kid.
You had run into him the first day of school and despite everyone else around him being weary, you didn’t seem to have the same sense of self-preservation. Instead, you found yourself nestling down across from him at the lunch table and talking his ear off. He just stared at you over his spoon, letting you ramble on to your heart’s content. It wasn’t the last time you would sit with him for lunch. It wasn’t too long after that he would wait for you so you could stand in line together. He stopped being entirely quiet and would actually interject with some of his own thoughts. After that, it was meeting you at your cubby and walking you to the train station.
It was nice to have someone you could complain with, even if he would only laugh softly to himself or agree with whatever you were saying. Shinsou had become a dear friend, one that you were able to trust with your secrets and let in on everything that was happening in and outside of class. School eventually lead to meeting him during off days to study, then grabbing something to eat. He was saved under your phone as Shin with a frog emoji next to it, mostly because he gave you a look when you added it. The emojis that followed after have grown long and usually are added as proof that you are upset with him.
‘I can’t believe that you actually ate my sandwich’ was quickly followed by a screenshot of a snake being added after the bear.
‘You’ll survive. Didn’t you buy two of them anyway? 🤔 ’
‘It’s the morality of the matter, Shin. Everyone knows that.’
He was the first person you met at UA. He was the first one you called after getting home from the USJ - though to be fair, he did call you to make sure you made it out with all your limbs attached. He was the first person you saw after you lost during the sports festival and you were the one who cheered him up with ice cream after the events were over. You made sure to help him with his make up during the culture festival and he stayed over your house to help you prepare for any final exam you’ve both had to come across.
...he was the first one who told you that Bakugou had a crush on you...
To be entirely and one hundred and ten percent honest, you had never looked past Bakugou as more than a classmate and sometimes a friend when he wasn’t being absolutely horrendous. Anything after that was foreign territory, unexplored and unprecedented. You were friendly and he was not, that was the end of that discussion as a whole. It didn’t bother you, not in the least - you saw how he treated the others and they fared no different, especially poor Izuku. You had never expected to be anything other than just...that. Just one more of the “indiscriminate”, one more of the “same”, another of the “everyone else”.
It didn’t help, of course, how abrupt and bluntly your friend decided to drop that bomb on you. It was just another part of the idle conversation over lunch, hardly as interesting as the rice and pork he was currently chewing on. You had almost mistaken it for just answering your question from earlier - though what that question had been was completely wiped from your mind as he spoke.
“That Bakugou kid likes you.”
You paused, staring at him for a solid minute, a spoon full of soup poised and waiting in front of your mouth. “Uh...what?”
He glanced up at you, then back over your shoulder. You could see the line of students in the reflection in his eyes, though they were muddled and shadowed. You stopped, sitting up straight and feeling your consciousness arguing with itself. Turn around don’t turn around turn around don’t turn around turn around.
You twisted, trying to find the face in the crowd that perhaps Shinsou just mistook for Bakugou. You prayed you couldn’t see his face. Pleaded that his wild blonde hair and sharp red eyes wouldn’t make an appearance in the line. Though - as fate would have it - there he was on the outskirts of people. His attention was on your table, hard and focused and...when he noticed the two of you staring at him - he tensed. His back straightened and just as quickly as you had noticed him, like a lion in headlights, he started yelling at you to turn back around. The people standing next to him visibly recoiled and you yourself were taken aback.
...yeah...yeah you were shocked by his outburst. That’s why your heart jumped a little bit. That’s all it was.
“...I think he was staring at you,” You finally said, turning back around and swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat. “You did almost beat the kid he hates most in the entire school, so I don’t doubt that he’s-”
“I can tell when people are staring at me,” Shinsou smirked, cutting you off and running your blood cold.
And that was the end of the conversation. You spent the rest of the lunch in silence, alone with your spiraling thoughts.
[ Outgoing Txt:: Shinsou ] He can’t like me. he doesn’t even know me. i have spoken maybe 8 words to him. 10 tops. I mean, we did survive the usj together and nothing brings people closer together than almost dying but to like me? to say he likes me is just false and it’s not funny and its probably just people starting rumors because he yelled at me once in public probably
[ Incoming Txt:: Shinsou ] I’m in class.
[ Outgoing Txt:: Shinsou ] And even if he did like me, it’s not like I like him, you know? like...what would we talk about???
[ Outgoing Txt:: Shinsou ] How mad he is all the time??? I couldn’t deal with the screaming. 👏
[ Incoming Txt:: Shinsou ] You’re going to get us both in trouble wait until after school...
[ Outgoing Txt:: Shinsou ] You can’t just unload this onto me and go ‘wait’ I am freaking out here, Shinsou!!!!
[ Read 13:56 ]
Oh, it was just like him to make you wait. To let you stew in your own misery while you waited for him to cut you free. You needed answers. You needed Shinsou to pull the “lol just kidding” card. You needed to have him say he was joking, this just a prank, bruh. More than that you needed everything to go back to normal, for the world to click right back into place.
You couldn’t think about Bakugou like that. You couldn’t think of him as anything more than your angry classmate - you needed it to just be a professional relationship at best. You weren’t good at relationships. You weren’t good at being a good girlfriend or being a good...oh god what if he tried to kiss you? What if he tried sending you a note? Oh, fuck you, what would that be like? Would he ask to meet you under a tree? Isn’t that how everyone does it? Isn’t that how secret admirers confessed their feelings???
What if Shinsou wasn’t kidding???
You were so lost in your own panic, staring at the three dots flashing on Shinsou’s side, you didn’t hear the snickering around you. You didn’t feel all the eyes on you...and you didn’t notice the arm snaking around your shoulder until it was too late. The first reaction your body had was to try and jerk away - to try and hide your phone as quickly as possible, despite already being caught. Miss Midnight wasted no time pulling you close, holding you tight against her chest with one arm and tugging your phone out of your hands with other. “What’s this? With the way you’re turning red, I would suspect it’s a secret admirer.”
You tried reaching for the phone, though the ‘ding!’ caused her bright eyes to focus on it instead of you, Shinsou’s name flashing on the screen with part of the message, ‘I’ll tell you after school. I was told not to say anything...’ Her expression changed, pulling away from you and leaving you speechless and on your feet reaching for your phone. “Boyfriend or no, we have a strict policy on cell phone usage during class. You’ll just have to pick it up at the end of the day.”
You faltered, face falling and shoulders slumping in defeat. You watched as she sauntered to the front of the classroom and slipped your only source of information and connection to Shinsou under the podium. You dropped back into your seat, feeling like a giant ice shard was jamming into your stomach. Great, now she probably thought you and Shinsou were an item. That’s just exactly what you needed right now. You groaned and buried your face in your hands, hating how your cheeks burned at your palms. You were thankful when the sound of scratching pencils filled the room as Midnight went back to the lesson - maybe now you could just...focus on what was going on right now. Just get back to class, everything was going to be okay. Don’t look over there. Don’t look at him...
Your eyes met Bakugou’s. His expression, though hard to entirely make out for certain, did not look good. His eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched so tightly you could practically hear the grinding teeth from your spot in the middle of the room. You wondered how long he had been staring at you, how long you went without noticing the heat of his glare. The silent confrontation lasted less than a second before he turned back to his notebook. He didn’t bother to write any notes down...not that it would do him any good...
What with how bad his hands were shaking.
“Why did you get in trouble?”
Shinsou shrugged one of his broad shoulders, taking a swig of his drink before tossing the empty can in the trash next to the park bench. “Probably because they caught both of us texting in class. Figure Miss Midnight was talking about our apparent sordid love affair in the teacher’s lounge.” He gave you a wide, unkind smile.
...yeah, he wasn’t too happy about that one.
You lowered your eyelids in a scowl. “Well, I’m sorry she already had the cover planned for our romance novel,” You grumbled around your ice cream spoon. “But you know how I get when I start overthinking things...”
“No, I know. Trust me.” He reached down and plucked his own cup from the spot between you two. “You’re like your own personal, malfunctioning wrecking ball.”
You could almost laugh at how accurate he was. It was enough to make you sick to your stomach. Not that it hadn’t stopped twisting for the rest of the week. Bakugou had made it a point to give you something akin to a cold shoulder mixed with a German suplex. Any time you tried to talk to him, both during class and outside, he would practically snarl and scream for you to get lost. Which had been his normal reaction, sure...but now there was a malice no one had seen before. Not even Deku. It was like burning hot syrup poured down your throat any time he snapped at you, shoving past you to just get away. It had been getting so bad that the others were asking you what was wrong.
“Why is Bakugou so pissed at you?” Asked Mina.
“Did something happen with you and Bakugou?” Sero questioned.
“If you need us to talk to him, we don’t mind.” Uraraka offered.
All of them turned away or declined. This was your problem and one you intended on completely ignoring. Though you had become hyper-aware of his stare whenever you were sitting at lunch. You could feel the heat, the rage...and something else. It was hard to pinpoint and even harder to put into words. What was even more complicated was why it bothered you. Why any of this bothered you. You had people like you before, it wasn’t an entirely new concept. But you had always been focused on getting into UA, on school and becoming a Pro. You were determined, your resolve incredible, your skill unmatched.
So..why did Bakugou stop you in your tracks? Why did he throw a wrench into the plans you had laid out since you were 4? Why was it a problem? Why did it have to change everything? Why was him liking you the single worst thing that could possibly happen?
...and why did your heart skip a beat every single time you thought about him? Why did you find yourself laying in bed, staring at his number in the group chat? Why did you go to bed thinking about what you were going to say to him the next day? Why did it hurt when he pushed you away? Why did you want to reach out and resolve this? Why did the sight of him slow everything down, make the world stop spinning? Why...why did the idea of being with him not sound half bad?
You sighed, offering your now half melted ice cream to Shinsou. “I’m not hungry anymore. You can have it.”
It was silent for a moment before the weight was lifted from your hand. You were focused on your feet, resting your chin in your palm and you were once against lost in your own whirlpool of thoughts. You were drowning so quickly, you didn’t hear Shinsou speak...at least until he tapped your cheek with his spoon.
“Stop.”
You blinked and glanced his way, before groaning and wiping off the sugary smudge with the sleeve of your windbreaker. “Damn it, Shinsou.”
“You’re going to drive yourself insane if you keep thinking about it. So stop worrying.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” You snapped, “I had everything planned out and I didn’t need this right now. I didn’t need...him on top of everything else. I need to just focus on my school work and my exams and-”
“No one is saying you need to run off and get married.” His eyes rest on your face, shutting you up quickly. “If you don’t like him, just tell him and get it over with. What’s the big deal?”
You were silenced once again by his logic. Just tell him and get it over and done with. Just explain the whole situation. Just...tell him you didn’t like him like that. That you didn’t want that right now...what was big deal?
"If you don’t curl your damn fingers in, you’re going to cut them off.”
You...were not the best cook in Class 1-A. You could make a mean grilled cheese, a fantastic bowl of cereal and, sometimes when the mood was right, you could not blow up a microwave making a can of soup. But the whole point of this Summer Camp was learning how to survive during dire circumstances and you highly doubt you would find a microwave in the wilderness. You could save people from natural disasters, sure. Keep them safe while they waited for help. No Problem.
Cutting up celery? Not so much.
The owner of the voice surprised you just as much as the statement. It had been a few weeks now with general radio silence from Bakugou. You were faring no better - though you were proud to announce that you had moved on from denial to pain on your trip down the ‘Seven Stages’. So the fact that he had stepped up next to you caused your heart to stop. “Uh...what?”
“Tch.” He grunted, motioning to your hands with his chin. “Your fingers. The way you’re holding the knife and vegetables - it’s dangerous.”
“Oh, uh...” Think of something. Anything to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible. “I...never really learned how to cook.”
“Well, that’s obvious.”
...so Bakugou was warm. Your brain had little time to process much else as he reached up and around you. One hand covered your fingers, curling them in against the celery stock while the other drove your arm through the motions of cutting. “If you do it this way, you won’t knick yourself.”
...he was just trying to help. He helps no one. He was just being nice. He’s not nice to anyone. He just didn’t want you to ruin the curry. Why don’t you let anyone in, Bakugou? No one wanted chunks of...celery in their curry. I want to know why you’re so determined. It wasn’t a big deal! I don’t know why you make me feel this way. Just thank him and move along. Please let me in, let me try.
You turned to look at him. You became aware of your tongue’s place in your mouth. You became aware of how much he smelled of caramel right now. He was so focused on your hands, chopping away at the stocks...though you could see how tight his lips were, you could feel the tremble of his hand, see the bead of sweat on his temple. He was doing everything in his power to not look at you, to keep his attention on your work.
...until he didn’t. Until his eyes fell on your face. Your lungs tightened and you felt yourself get lost. The past few weeks melted away in the evening. The confrontations, your panicked thoughts - all of it gone. You couldn’t help but notice the way the sun gave his wild, messed blonde hair the most beautiful of halos. His eyes focused hard on your face, though you were realizing everything about Bakugou was focus. Focus on being the best. Focus on being number one. Focus on proving yourself. Had you always been leaning against him? Had he always been so strong? So warm?
He opened his mouth to say something. You leaned in to stop him.
“Geez, Bakugou, moving in on her boyfriend’s territory, huh?”
You yanked your hand back, narrowly missing losing the skin on the end of your knuckles. The heat of his body quickly disappeared as he turned to Denki, who was smirking. “WHY DON’T YOU MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!?” Bakugou exploded. “UNLESS YOU WANT TO CHOKE ON WHOLE VEGETABLES.”
“I’m just saying, man,” He grinned, “Bro code. Not cool.”
Everyone could feel the snap of his spine. The attention was on him, the entirety of the forest, down to the ants crawling around in the dirt beneath your feet, fell to a stop as Bakugou glared at Denki. It fell silent, no one knowing what to say...least of all you. You stared at his back, a million different thoughts flying faster than your consciousness knew what to do with them.
“...” He didn’t even look at you before turning and walking back to his station. The sight of his head bowed made your stomach twist, the bile rising to the back of your throat. You watched as he went back to chopping onions.
He wasn’t looking at you. Not anymore. And he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the night.
“I know you feel guilty, but are you serious about this!?”
You ignore Shinsou as you shove whatever clothes you can find into your gym bag that resemble your hero outfit. You know that if you say one word to him, he’ll activate his quirk, and how can you save Bakugou then? How could you stop them from hurting him? How could you ever see him again?
You know everyone else was going to visit Deku in the hospital. You know they were going to make sure he was okay. They were all probably coming up with their own plans to save Katsuki, but you couldn’t run the risk of one of them getting cold feet or ratting on each other. It wasn’t going to help you - not in the slightest.
“The Pros are searching for him!! All Might is searching for him!!” Shinsou screamed, grabbing your shoes that you just set on the bed and holding them from you. You glared at him, but just grabbed another pair of boots instead. “If you get hurt or in trouble, what’s that going to do for you!? They can’t save both you and him!!”
If they can’t save more than one person, they don’t deserve to call themselves pros. You only falter because it’s his voice. Why does his voice have to hurt so much? You fall onto your bed and kick off your shoes and slip the black boots up, working on the laces.
“Don’t do this,” Shinsou begs, and you’re not sure if it’s to get you to talk or because he’s actually terrified for you. “Please. Bakugou is the biggest asshole you and I both know. They’ll probably get sick of him and toss him out on his ass. But don’t cut your own head off to keep his on his shoulders for 10 seconds longer.”
You stare at him for a moment. He...was right. You know this wasn’t a good idea. You know that this was just asking to get murdered or worse: expelled. His words almost crawled their way to your brain, slipping into your thoughts and stopping you from finishing your laces.
But then you thought of his face. You thought about those bright red eyes and his wide smirk. The League of Villains saw his determination, his desire for the best, and the need to be the greatest as nothing but flaws, vices. Something as sinister as they were. They saw it the same way everyone at the Sports Festival saw it. They saw a monster. If they had their way, if the media had their way, the whole world would see him. They would see him as a punk, as a bully...
They wouldn’t see how hard he worked. How much he wanted to be a hero. And if they hurt him, if he refused and they...they took that away from him...?
You yanked at the laces so hard it nearly ripped the fabric and the skin on your hand clean off. No. No, you weren’t going to let that happen. And no matter how much Shinsou yelled or screamed or tried to stop you, he didn’t put himself between you and the door. Because even though you hadn’t said anything, he knew...
He knew to stop you from saving Bakugou was going to be harder than ripping heaven from God’s hands.
No one really could talk to you the first day to the new dorms. They all knew what the broken arm and bruised eye were from. All the cuts and scratches. No one else had been hurt nearly as bad, but no one else threw themselves in front of Bakugou to save him from the hit to his back.
“I DON’T NEED YOU.”
“I’M JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU!!”
“DON’T YOU SEE!? YOU JUST MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE!!!!”
“BAKUGOU JUST--”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!!! DON’T YOU GET IT? I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”
No one was stupid enough. No one else got screamed at, got told he didn’t need them...at least, not before you passed out.
You had tried to help and Shinsou had been right: you seemed to make things worse.
You tried to stand proud, tried to appear aloof. But it was hard not to stare at the cast. It must have been hard not to look at you with pity. Deku, Todoroki, Iida, Momo, and Kirishima were the worst. They had heard him and you arguing. They heard it all.
Well, so much for getting this figured out and resolved, huh?
You and Bakugou stood on the opposite side of the group, and the tension that you two created was like a heavy rain cloud over your classmates. But they didn’t say anything, not until after Aizawa made the joyous announcement that you all weren’t going to be expelled. You weren’t sure if you were going to throw up at the thought or just that thankful. Maybe a little bit of both.
“Come here.”
The movement out of the corner of your eye stole your attention. The blood in your veins froze in an instant before rushing again to your ears. You turned, watching as Denki was dragged away by...ah... He didn’t really seem to want to go. Nervous and confused, but still trying to play it cool, Bakugou and him disappeared behind the bushes. It’s quiet for a minute, leaving everyone in the small group as equally nervous and confused as-
“AAAAAAAAAGH.”
Ooooo, that sounded like it hurt.
The bumbling Denki darted out from behind the branches, giving everyone a thumbs up and sputtering like an idiot. You looked around, seeing everyone’s smiles and hearing Jiro’s howling laughter. You found it hard to smile, brows furrowed as your attention focused back to Bakugou, eyeing him closely. Did he....?
“Kirishima.”
Your eyes widened at the flash of cash. Did he...no, he wouldn’t have...
“DID YOU SHAKE HIM DOWN FOR CASH!?” Looks like the redhead was on the same train of thought as you.
“NO.” He offered it again, voice deep with a subdued offense. “This is my money, you idiot. To replace what you spent.”
Kirishima was taken aback, eyes widening at the bills in his friend’s hand. “How...did you know I bought night vision goggles?”
The question goes unanswered. Bakugou shoved the money against the other boy’s chest before walking past him. “Don’t say I never gave you anything. Now I’m not indebted to you. ” He snipped, though it didn’t hold his usual contempt.
You...were shocked. He was...grateful? To Kirishima? Your eyes darted back and forth between the two, watching as Bakugou made his way towards you. You froze, holding your arm close to your chest, feeling your heart hammer against your rib cage. The sound of your classmates laughing was drowned out, the ringing in your ears was all you could hear. Was he going to say anything to you? Was he going to try and talk to you? What would you say?...did he really hate you?
Your eyes met. The world paused, stopped spinning on its axel. Hell, you could swear gravity itself gave out and the entire planet was plummeting. Your stomach lurched, your hands began to sweat. You wanted him to just say something, anything. To not just...leave it like that. To stop being so confusing, stop putting up that wall whenever you tried to get close.
And just as quickly as it stopped, the world kept going...and so did he. His eyes left your face and your stomach fell to your feet. So...he really was...
“Hey,” You heard Kirishima behind you, saying your name ever so softly. They were scared of hurting you any more than you had been. Had you really been so weak? Is that how everyone saw you? As just some little girl who got her heart broken by a guy she didn’t even know if she liked? “He didn’t mean what he-”
“It’s fine.” You say, your tone sharper than you intended. It’s not his fault. The jealousy in the pit of your chest isn’t his fault. It’s not...It’s not his fault. “It’s fine.” Your words are softer this time. You even add in a smile for added effect, though it didn’t seem to convince him. You could hardly fool yourself.
“I’ll be alright.”
You knew it was a bold face lie and trying to bury your thoughts wasn’t helping.
You sat up in your bed, having given up on tossing and turning hours ago. You gave up on trying to get any sort of sleep that night. You wanted to blame it on the new dorms, wanted to believe that it was just because you weren’t used to sleeping in new places. The sounds weren’t right, the bed was too soft, no, too firm. It just wasn’t yours. It was hard to sleep in a cast with some broken ribs, you know?
You glanced around the darkened dorm, the boxes from your old room left where the movers had put them. You didn’t have the willpower or heart to unpack them, not just yet. The others had wanted to see how you decorate, they were having a competition even. Good old, normal, run of the mill fun. Something light to keep everyone sane after...everything. But when Uraraka asked you to join in, you simply declined: you just wanted to sleep.
But even that wasn’t working out right. Nothing was working out right.
You glanced at the clock on your phone. One thirty in the morning. You sighed, figuring that if you were going to be up, might as well get something to drink. Maybe you could binge watch something on Youtube, force yourself to be tired. Everyone else would be asleep by now and with how big the dorm hall was, you doubt you would wake anyone else up. Wincing as you gathered some drive, you tossed the sheets from off your legs. You groaned as your torso stretched, the muscles tugging at the broken bones in your chest. With a swear and one good shove later, you had pushed yourself up and on your feet.
You walked softly down the hall, all the lights under the doors out. Everyone was asleep - perfect. No one to ask if you were okay, if you wanted to talk. It wasn’t like anyone had died or you were getting expelled. You just...you just weren’t quite sure why you were so upset. It was hard just to think straight and for five minutes, you just didn’t want to think at all.
You clicked on the lights to the kitchen. It was big, bigger than you were used to anyway. Would they have tea cups and tea just laying around? Something light, like a green tea or earl grey. One by one, you opened and closed each cabinet. It was a slow go, what with your one arm and all. But after 10 minutes of searching, you finally found the boxes. “Hah,” You couldn’t help but laugh, though soft and strained. You actually had a choice. That was rare.
You grabbed the closest one, it hurt to keep your arm up for too long. Your search for a cup would have to wait. You grimaced, rubbing your side. Your lungs were on fire, it was hard to take a deep breath. All at once, you felt the humiliation fall on your shoulders. The pain was just a reminder of how you ended up like this.
...you shouldn’t have been so stupid. You shouldn’t have gotten caught up in all this. You shouldn’t have lost yourself in just the idea that...you shouldn’t have been so stupid. You made a plan for a reason, you set your goals for a reason. You got overwhelmed, you got anxious and in doing so, let your emotions ruin everything.
“DON’T YOU GET IT!? I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”
You sat down at a table, gripping your arms and staring at your lone box of tea like it held all the answers. You wanted to fix this, wanted to make things right. You wanted the pain to stop so you could just go back to normal. But how do you fix something with someone who didn’t want it to be fixed? How do you make everything right when you can’t even figure out how everything went wrong? Everything was in a fog now, you were poking holes and switching ideas around where before it had been as solid as stone.
You heard movement behind you, causing your train of thought to come to a screeching halt. Shit, maybe it was a teacher coming to tell you to get to bed. Maybe it was one of your other classmates who couldn’t sleep either and-
Bakugou froze the moment his eyes fell on your face. It was obvious he didn’t expect you down here, just like you didn’t expect him to be there. Maybe one day, the universe would come to a screeching halt the moment you two collided. Everything would actually physically explode like it always felt like it was going to. But it didn’t seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. You got cotton mouth, trying to piece words back together to form thoughts. Talking was out of the question. For the both of you, it seemed, since he quickly snapped his mouth shut and moved to turn back around.
No...no, not again.
“Bakugou, wait.” You stood up, too quickly. You let out a choked yelp, reaching and hugging your diaphragm. Too quick, too quick...
“God damn it.” He hissed your name, walking over to you. He urged you to sit back down. “Sit before you almost kill yourself...again.”
You winced, taking deep steady breaths. Recovery Girl had taught you what to do if this happened, though it always seemed like a kick to the gut everytime you stood up too quickly or turned in the wrong way. You closed your eyes and rested your face in your hand, bracing your arm against the table. Shit...shit...
“Honey. Yes or no.”
“Huh?” You peered out through your fingers, watching as Bakugou shifted through the cabinets looking for mugs. He...he was making you tea? Why? God, he wasn’t making any sense. First, he’s trying to walk away and now, he’s trying to make you a drink. At this rate, you were going to get whiplash on his moods alone. You sat silent for a second, eying him through narrowed eyes....but finally sighed. “Yeah, please.” If he was offering, who were you to turn him down?
If he was half as good at making tea as he was cooking in general, then hell, you were going to be one happy girl. It’s silent as he works, shutting off the kettle just as it starts to boil. You watch as he moves around the kitchen like it was his second home. What a strange hobby for someone like him to have. Cooking. It took discipline, control, and passion. Three things he wasn’t lacking in that was for sure. A splash of milk later, and he sits down across from you and offers you the cup...without one of his own.
“Where’s yours?”
“Decided I didn’t want one.” He growled, throwing his arm over the back of his chair. Just like he did in class. “You’re welcome.”
His sarcasm was like nails on a chalkboard. Did he always have to be such an asshole? In a way...it was kind of endearing. In his own way, the brash attitude was starting to grow on you. You were starting to find that it didn’t really bother you as much as it had in the past. Before the argument, before the villians, before the camp...you found yourself watching him. You watched as he pushed himself farther than you thought possible. You watched as he pushed everyone away...even you.
Now...now he couldn’t even look at you. He was staring at his legs, focused intensely on the black joggers he had been wearing. You would kill for just one second in his head - maybe then you could understand what to say to make up for everything you had done. For everything that had gone wrong. You knew why you were so desperate to patch everything up between you two. You knew why you had been so desperate to just push this to the side. To push Bakugou and his feelings to the side.
It was guilt. It was the guilt eating away at you in the park, at the camp, in your room, and it was guilt eating away at you now. You knew that no matter what, you would find a way to screw everything up. And in trying to not do so...that was exactly what you did. Only this time, you didn’t just hurt yourself. You looked up at him from over the ridge of your mug. You looked over his face and thought that maybe the reason he was being so nice now was...he felt guilty too. It was persumtuous, sure, but...
You didn’t want a relationship with Bakugou because you knew that somehow, you would fuck it all up. And yet you still found a way.
“I’m sorry.”
You said it before you even realized you were thinking it. But it needed to be out there. It needed saying, you supposed. “I’m sorry that I almost got you killed. I’m sorry that I’m screwing all of this up.”
With the silence lifted, Bakugou had no other choice but to look at you. He opened his mouth a few times, though after a minute, shut it tight. A roll of the eyes would be typical, though all he did was stare. He should have screamed at you, but all he did was sit up. He should have confirmed what he said just a week ago, repeated the words that had been eating you alive inside. You braced yourself for it. Waited for him to push you away again.
“I didn’t mean what I said.” He whispered. “Out of all those losers, I’m...I was glad you were there.”
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Donna and Harvey fight after what happened in 7x10 and they end up having angry sex in his office
“Seeing Red”
“My office. Now.” His words are clipped as he passes by her, standing in front of her own office, reviewing a case folder she held in her hands.
Donna watches him for a second, eyes following his quick stride as he disappears into his office, not stopping to look if she was going to follow.
The asshole.
She rolls her eyes, dropping the case file onto her desk before making her way to him.
“You wanted to see me?” Her voice drips of overly-sweetened sarcasm, catching the way his jaw sets as he stands in front of his desk, brown eyes piercing through her.
“You had no goddamn right.” He states quietly, arms crossed before him.
“Care to elaborate?” Donna had an inkling as to what he was referring to, but they’d been on edge for the last week, he’d been on edge since their kiss a couple of nights ago, that she wanted to make sure they were talking about the same thing.
“Why the hell would you give my client to Louis?”
“Okay, first off, he’s not your client, Harvey. Last I checked he was the firm’s client. Second of all, you’re not exactly in the best state of mind to handle this case right now.” She was proud of the way she kept her voice steady, the last thing she wanted was to give him the upper hand and make him think she’d roll over and do what he said like a lap dog.
He stepped closer to her, arms uncrossing in the process. “I don’t give a shit if we share custody or not, this is my client and I’m going to handle his case whether you like it or not.”
She felt her frustration rising then, gritting her teeth in an attempt to tamper some of it down. “Well I’m glad becoming COO means a hell of a lot of nothing to you.”
“Hey, you’re the one who asked for it, doesn’t mean I have to agree with everything you say or follow any of your goddamn guidelines.” He spits out.
She felt herself taking a step back, his words like acid being thrown at her. “For the record, you did agree. I don’t remember tying you down and forcing you to give me the goddamn position.” She throws the words back at him, hating the way her voice shakes. “Or did I also force you to kiss me back a week ago? Or break up with Paula?”
He stares at her, blank faced for a moment, jaw hanging as her words drove straight into him. “That has nothing to do with-”
“That has everything to do with! Jesus, Harvey, I never took you for a guy who did anything he didn’t want to do.” She laughs dryly. “Why do you think I told Louis to take over the case? You’re not thinking straight and you know it, but you won’t admit it. Seems like a running theme, if you ask me.”
“What the hell did you just say?” His voice is low, eyes slits as he tried to read her.
Donna sighs, shaking her head as she tried to collect herself in the moment. She feels her throat constricting, the past couple of days weighing on her. She didn’t regret kissing him, didn’t regret putting herself out there and making sure he knew where she stood, what she wanted. Still, it did nothing to subdue the ache she felt in her heart every time she thought about the way he had treated her since, had blamed her for making him cheat, for breaking up with Paula… They had taken two steps forward and then four hundred steps back.
“Nothing, Harvey.” She speaks softly, too exhausted to get into anything with him this late at night. “You just- you keep doing what you’re doing.” She turns to leave.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His voice grows ten octaves, impatience running thin.
She turns to face him, eyes narrowed. “Would you keep your voice down?” It was already past eleven, and they were most likely the last ones left that day, but still, she didn’t want to gain anyone’s attention should they still be lurking around.
“Donna-” He breathes out, trying for some semblance of civility. “You had no right…”
“To do what? To give ‘your’ client away to Louis or to kiss you?” She shoots back.
“To both!” He barks at her.
The air grew thick around them, their eyes boring into each other’s as they waited for the other to speak first.
Finally, Donna takes a step toward him. “I had every right to give Louis the client you share. Because believe it or not, Harvey, I do know what the hell is best for this firm, and right now, you can’t handle this case.”
“The hell I can’t!”
“Do you really believe that?” Her eyes narrow at him, voice low. She suddenly felt sorry for him, concerned for the way he continuously hid behind the whole spectrum of human emotion.
“I-”
“Because you’ve spent the better part of this week either ignoring me or barking at me, or blaming me for everything I did.” She let out a humorous laugh, hoping it would mask the way her voice shook.
“You kissing me while I was with Paula hurt me.” He tells her firmly.
“Did it? Or did I just scare you because now you were forced to face feelings you’ve been trying so hard to ignore?”
“I haven’t been ignoring anything.” His voice rises again, frustration bubbling inside him.
“Bullshit.”
“What, Donna? What the hell is it that you want me to say? You kiss me, knowing full goddamn well how I feel about cheating, and then you just- you leave. You leave me standing to deal with the fallout once again.”
“So this is about you and Paula? You’re upset you had to tell her and now you’re broken up and you blame me for it, is that it, Harvey? It’s all my damn fault?” Her eyes are glistening with tears now, cursing herself when a few fall without her consent.
“Yes- no, you could’ve just talked to me.” He tries to reason.
“Because you’re so understanding of everything I have to say?” She counters. “What would you have said, Harvey, had I walked up to you and told you, ‘you know, I think I made a mistake all those years ago, setting that rule. Maybe I want to try, maybe I want more.’ What would you have said?”
He stares at her, slack faced and swallowing against the words that catch in his throat, the first moment she had told him she wanted more replaying in his head. “I was with Paula.”
“Oh my God, I can’t do this.” She lets out another laugh, placing her hands on her head for a moment. “Can you stop hiding behind that excuse for one goddamn second!”
“It’s true! I was with Paula, and you kissed me-”
“And you kissed me back!”
“I didn’t want to!”
“Bullshit!”
They were standing less than a foot from each other now, their chests heaving as they stared at each other.
“You never do what you don’t want to do, Harvey.” Her voice is low venom now, eyes piercing through his own.
He fights against the urge to glance down at her lips, their breaths now mingling in the mere centimeters that separated them.
“You’re just too damn scared to do anything about it. Just like you’re dying to kiss me right now but you’re too scared to admit it, so you won’t because you’re too much of fucking coward-”
His lips are on hers then, hot and needy, bruising and angry. Donna stumbles back for a moment, the weight of him on her too great, but his arms wrap around her in reflect, quickly steadying her stance. As soon as his hands meet the skin of her back, she comes alive in an instant, her arms are winding around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She moans as she feels his tongue snaking in to taste her, an ache forming low in her belly as he sucks her tongue into his mouth with a fervent need.
He turns them around then, so her back is to his desk. She pulls away from him, their lips parting with a loud smack. “You’re such an asshole.” She breathes out, hands quickly ridding him of his jacket before starting her work on the buttons of his white dress shirt.
Harvey guides her to his desk, hands clearing the mess of papers on it as he places her on top. “Really? Is that why you’re undressing me?” His voice is all sex and smugness as he places his lips on her neck, licking and biting and sucking her skin. A groan escapes her lips when he pauses to suck on her pulse point, knowing full well he remembers how that drove her crazy their last time.
He chuckles against her, pleased when she becomes putty in his hands. Annoyance pulls at her then, taking his half open dress shirt and rips it wide open, causing buttons to scatter all over the floor.
“What the hell, Donna?” His head shoots up, eyes dilated as he stares down at her, lips parted and swollen. “That was my favorite shirt.” He lamely argues.
She scoffs, starting to work on his belt buckle. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Okay, but you didn’t have to-”
She pulls him down by the tie that’s still loosely hanging around his neck, pleased when she sees him visibly swallow at her actions. “You really need to shut up right now.”
His eyes darken, jaw set in anger and arousal as he claims her lips once more. She continues to work on his pants, managing to blindly rid him of belt before fumbling with the button and zipper that stood in the way of all of him.
Donna growls in frustration when she can’t get the button out of its hole, the way his tongue is sliding against her own too distracting. She bites his bottom lip in protest, tugging the flesh between her teeth as she slides her tongue into his mouth again. Giving up on his pants, she brings her hand forward to cup him through the material, smirking against his lips when she feels him jerking into her touch.
“God…” He groans against her, eyes closing as her nails rake over his clothed hardness.
“’Donna’ would suffice just fine.” She quirks at him.
His eyes are black when he opens them again, staring down at her own, dilated and too damn pleased with herself.
He brings his hand up, tugging the short sleeve of her emerald green dress aside, revealing black lace. He watches her as he cups her breast in his hand, taking his thumb to tease her nipple through the material. A low whine escapes her lips and he feels all of his blood continuing to rush south. He pulls the fabric aside then, bringing his mouth to cover her breast, teeth tugging her nipple into his mouth before soothing it with his tongue.
Donna finds herself biting her lip, trying to render in some control of the situation, fighting against the urge to moan his name in perpetual bliss as his mouth works on her. Still, her intentions fail her when he cups her other breast, fingers working to pull the material to the side, tugging her right nipple as he continues to work his mouth on her left one.
“H- Harvey-” She curses herself for sounding so needy and desperate against his ministrations, but the way his teeth and tongue are teasing her is making the ache between her legs grow to an unbearable state.
He chuckles against her skin, kissing his way across her chest, lips paying attention to every freckle that he meets on the way.
“Fuck you.” She groans out.
His head lifts up then, lips turned into a full smug grin. “That’s the idea.” He husks. He groans when slim legs wrap around him, her four inch stilettos digging into his back.
“Then hurry the hell up.” She breathes against him, bringing his lips down to hers for another bruising kiss.
It takes him less than thirty seconds to trail his hands up her legs, parting her dress as he grabs hold of the waist line of her panties, taking a moment to tease the underside, moaning against her lips when he feels the soaked material against his fingers. “Have you been this wet all night?” He hisses against her.
“Have you been this insufferable your whole life?” She jeers back, taking this time apart to finally rid him of his pants, tugging the material down his legs in time with his boxers, tongue subconsciously coming out to lick her lips when she sees him standing to full attention.
“See something you like?” He smirks at her.
She raises her eyebrow at him, taking one hand to wrap around him then, gently tugging him closer to her. “Are you going to fuck me already or are we going to take this time to play twenty questions?”
His eyes cloud over, feeling himself twitching in her hand, arousal growing ten-fold at her words and touch.
He slants his mouth over hers again, tongue snaking out to duel with her own as he finally takes the initiative and pulls her panties as far down as he could in his current position, pulling her dress up in the process. He reaches his hand out, taking one finger to test her readiness, and sinks it inside.
Her lips part from his then, head dropping down to his shoulder as she feels her muscles contracting around him, just needing more. He pulls out momentarily, sinking two fingers in this time, slowly working them inside her.
“Harvey…” She sighs, her hands tightening their hold on his open shirt, trying to hold onto something as she wills herself not to come undone just yet.
He quickly gets the message and slides his fingers out. She whines in both protest and relief when he makes sure not to touch her bundle of nerves just yet.
He steps closer, aligning himself with her heat, taking a moment to look into her eyes, waiting for confirmation.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” She breathes out, an irritation still present in her voice.
He sets his jaw, holding her body close to his when he finally sinks in.
Mutual gasps escape them, the feeling of being connected again for the first time in over a decade making them lose hold of reality for a second.
Her nails grip his biceps, knowingly leaving angry marks on his skin. She tries to get her breathing in order, the feeling of being stretched like this, by him, rendering her lightheaded. Fuck, she’s not going to last long.
“Wait.” She whispers against him, her mouth an inch away from him, eyes closed as she the sensations overwhelm her.
He obeys, comprehension washing over him. She feels tighter than he remembers, and he figures it’s been a while for her. And as much as he wants her in this moment, wants her quivering and calling out his name in his arms, he doesn’t want to hurt her.
When she pulls his head down to her, bringing their lips together in a kiss unlike their earlier ones, soft and measured, he feels tears prickling against his eyes, the notion of what they were doing hitting him all at once. The legs she has wrapped around him pull him toward her, and he immediately gets the message, starting a slow thrust into her.
Donna pulls at his bottom lip, hearing him hiss against her actions and his thrusts grow in speed then.
“I’m not- a coward.” He breathes against her.
It takes her a moment to discern what he’s saying, the feel of him hard inside her dulling all of her other senses.
“No?” She grunts when he thrusts particularly hard into her, a curse on her lips. “Then what the hell would you call it?” She grabs his tie again, her other hand cupping him behind his neck, aligning their vision.
“Donna-”
“Because you can’t admit it, can you?” She breathes out, eyes closing when he manages to hit a particular spot.
“You really want to talk about this now?” He growls against her.
“You started it.” She chides.
Harvey takes a moment to concentrate on his movements, moving in and out of her in measured thrusts, groaning when he feels her contracting around him.
“You- mean everything to me.” He breathes out against her, watching as her eyes widen slightly.
“Really? ‘Cause it sure as hell hasn’t felt like it.” She throws back at him, voice becoming breathier by the second, feeling herself edging closer to release.
“What the hell do you think we’re doing?” Grabbing hold of her tighter against him, she gasps into his mouth, feeling him filling her completely.
“So you want to fuck me, but you can’t love me, is that it?” She feels her eyes welling with tears then, unwilling to let them fall while he’s still inside her.
“Donna-”
She pulls him down to her, her tongue protruding past his lips, mimicking the movements of their bodies moving against each other.
The tightness low in her belly constricts even more, the beginnings of an orgasm taking over.
He seems to notice, catching the low whine that escapes her lips and takes his hand to move between them, finger rubbing her clit until she’s quivering in his arms, his name and a curse on her lips, spine arching in the process.
Three more thrusts and he meets his own release, her name a low mantra on his lips as he begins to still his movements.
They remain wrapped in each other’s arms, their breaths coming out short and mingling with one another. When he finally opens his eyes, he notices her mascara running, meeting her tear stained cheeks.
His chest tightens, guilt and hurt and anger at himself pulling him apart.
“Donna…” He begins softly. His words shake her of her reverie, darkened hazel eyes glancing up to meet his.
“This was a mistake.” She whispers, starting to disentangle herself from him. He pulls out of her then, suppressing the urge to groan in protest at the loss of contact.
Harvey watches as she pulls up her underwear and fixes her dress. He finds himself pulling up his own pants and boxers, trying to button his dress when he remembers she had ripped it wide open.
“Donna-” He tries again, stepping closer to her.
“Don’t,“ She warns, a finger coming up to stop him. “We shouldn’t have-” She looks over at his desk, the disarray of papers on the surface and floor all too telling of what they just did. “This was a mistake.” Her voice is firm as she looks at him, eyes clouded over despite it.
“You don’t mean that.” He tells her softly.
“Are you serious right now? This shouldn’t have happened.” She spits out the words at him, hurt and anger laced in each one.
“So, you’re saying you didn’t want any of this?” His voice rises then, anger stringing along.
She shakes her head. “In the moment, I did, but now I see it was a mistake.” She turns to leave when he grabs her hand.
“Why?” He tries for a gentle approach again, tired of yelling her continuously.
Donna sighs, hating the way hot tears start falling out of her own volition again. “Because- we want different things and now I realize that.”
He shakes his head, frustration at himself bubbling to the surface. “If this is about what you said- that I only wanted you for- that I don’t love you- that’s not true.” He tells her softly.
“I’m not sure I can believe that.” She whispers, more tears falling.
He takes a step toward her, taking hold of her hands in his. “Donna-” She closes her eyes, head shaking slowly as the tears rain down on her face. “Hey,” He lifts her chin up gently, waiting for her eyes to settle on his. “You were right. I am coward, and I did want to kiss you, I just- I was so angry and I wanted to prove you wrong.”
“By having sex with me?” Her eyebrows raise in question, confusion and annoyance written on her face.
“That was just- I don’t regret it,” he wanted to make sure she knew that much, “I just wish it hadn’t happened like this.”
“Harvey, what are you saying?” Her patience was starting to wear thin, a plethora of emotions and thoughts bringing on a migraine.
“I’m saying- I’m an idiot. I was angry at you for kissing me when you did, but that wasn’t why I was still angry.”
“Was it because you broke up with Paula?” She raises her eyebrows.
He shakes his head. “I was angry at myself, I was- frustrated and I kept taking it out on you.”
“You kept blaming me, Harvey. That didn’t just come out of nowhere.” There was an agitated edge to her voice, her eyes piercing through his.
“Because! Because that was easier than dealing with what I was too scared to face at the time.” His voice grew, his own impatience coming to fruition.
She swallows against the familiar lump in her throat, watching as his eyes turned glassy. “I don’t know how to do this, Donna. I’m not good at this, I’m gonna screw it up.”
“Screw what up?”
“Us!” Her eyes widen then, watching as he takes a step back, sighing in frustration and exhaustion all at once. “I do love you, Donna. And I’m not saying that to make you feel better, I never did. I’m not saying I love you as just a friend or a colleague.” He pauses to gauge her reaction, breathing through the emotions boiling to the surface. “I’m saying I’m in love with you, but I’m scared shitless I’m going to screw things up.” He finishes softly.
She’s watching him with eyes wide open, seemingly rooted to the spot, words caught in her throat.
He steps closer to her again, hands raising to grab hold of her arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve treated you like shit and blamed you and- yelled at you. I- I’m so sorry, Donna.” His voice cracks at the end, a tear escaping his eye.
She tries to blink past her own tears, clearing her throat before she lets herself speak. “I just wanted to know. ” She repeats the words she had spoken just a week before. “I wanted you to know too.”
He nods then, knowing full well what she meant then as she does now, except he never let himself get to the point of comprehension before, fear and anger standing in his way.
“I know.” He brings up his hand to wipe away a lone tear. “I was just- thrown by happened. And it wasn’t your fault, I was just too goddamn blind by my own fear that I didn’t- I didn’t see the good that could come out of this.” He cups her cheeks then, hoping she notes that the good he means is her.
Donna sighs. “Harvey-”
“Please,” He begins, desperation in his voice. “Just give me a chance. I know I don’t deserve it, and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, but, I want you in my life, as more than my COO, as more than a friend…”
Her eyes search over his features, watching the way his gaze never falters from her own. “All I wanted- was for you to want to try.” She whispers.
“I do.” He reassures.
“Okay.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Okay?”
Donna nods. “Just- why now?”
“Why now what?”
“Was it just us having sex on your desk that made you realize what a complete dick you’ve been lately?”
His lips quirk slightly at her jab, before turning serious once more. “No,” His arms wrap around her then, tentatively bringing her closer to him. “Seeing the way I hurt you did. It made me realize what a jackass I’ve been lately. I was so angry with you, too angry that I never let myself really see you, hear you.”
She nods in understanding. “Still, took you long enough.” She purses lips.
“I know,” He sighs, forehead meeting hers. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are,” she cups his cheek then, “but you’re going to have to not attack me every time you get scared or confused, Harvey, otherwise this isn’t going to work.”
“I won’t.” He promises, determination in his voice.
She hesitates for a second, before leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his lips, sighing as she melts into him.
Pulling back, she notices the way his eyes remain closed for a fraction of a second longer. “You okay?” She whispers.
“I’m just- trying to figure out what the hell it was I did to deserve you.”
Donna lets a small smirk cross over her features, her thumb coming up to trace his bottom lip. “I’m still wondering that too.”
His lips widen at her words, a sudden warmth filling his chest and he pulls her toward him in a hug.
She closes her eyes against his embrace, breathing all of him in, letting the moment overtake her every sense.
“I won’t screw this up.” He mumbles against her.
“You better not, Specter.” She shoots back.
Harvey pulls back, eyes boring into her own. “I won’t, because I don’t want to, and I never do anything I don’t want to do.” He echoes her earlier words.
Her lips quirk up. “Is that so?”
He visibly winces then, his words turning somber. “Except yelling at you, and hurting you. That, I never wanted.”
“Well,” she pats his chest, trying to close his dress shirt with the few buttons that remain, “you’re just going to have to redeem yourself, won’t you?” She raises an eyebrow, challenging him.
“Every damn day for the rest of my life.” He promises her.
She lets a small smile wash over her, shaking her head as she turns to leave, stopping at the door of his office before turning around.
“You coming, Harvey?”
“Where?” He asks in confusion, feet guiding him toward her nonetheless.
“To start your payment in full.” She fixes him with a sultry and daring stare, turning to continue her way out of his office.
She doesn’t have to turn around to make sure he’s following her.
He’s not going anywhere.
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