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j2lx · 2 years

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The Pains of Periods (and the reasons why your boyfriend helps make it better) (Sukuna x Reader)

Prompt: Fem!#4 ("Why are you crying baby? Your mood swings again? Or are your cramps hurting you?") with Ryomen Sukuna

Synopsis: Your period was never easy to get through. From fatigue, to cramps and mood swings, you just couldn't catch a break on your period. Luckily, you had your boyfriend to help you!

A/n: @joey-02 Thank you for waiting and for requesting! This is such a cute request ahhhhhh I hope I did it justice =") Thank you for your support and enjoy reading! (Also, this is a repost because the tags didn't work ="))

Warnings: (not a warning but) Sukuna has his own body but isn't in his true form, pet names (reader is called princess, baby, brat (affectionately), babygirl), overall just really fluffy honestly

Word count: 1.3k

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"Hey brat, what d'ya wanna have for dinner huh?" Sukuna asked as he stepped into your shared bedroom. Seeing you wrapped up snuggly in the blanket, he smiled softly and made his way to you.

"Hey wakey wakey princess. Time to decide on dinner-" Sukuna said as he pats your back lightly, not expecting to see your eyes red, puffy and filled with tears, and your cheeks wet from the tears you've already shed when you turned around to face him.

"W-wait- baby are you ok? Was it something I said or did? I'm sorry, does it hurt? Did I…" He panicked and started asking an endless number of questions, until you said, "No 'Kuna it's just my period." He looked at you and just stood there, wondering if he should comfort you or give you some space.

You see, Sukuna never knew what to do whenever you were on your period. He wasn't that good with emotions on a normal basis, let alone when you're in pain, bleeding and having cramps. Yet, he always tries his best to make you feel better.

He made up his mind and stroked your hair gently. Making sure that his hands weren't too cold, he placed his hand on your tummy, rubbing it lightly as he asked, "Why are you crying baby? Your mood swings again? Or are your cramps hurting you? Which aspect of your period is causing my baby to cry?"

"A little bit of both…" you replied, feeling a little guilty when you saw just how panicked he was over your condition. After all, you could've handled it yourself. You didn't have to get your boyfriend worried over something you could have hidden from him.

But then again, Ryomen Sukuna wasn't the kind of boyfriend to leave his princess alone when she was in pain or needed help. He was bound to find out about your condition anyway, and take action to make you feel better. And that's exactly what he started doing. He immediately took out the basket of period supplies that he kept at the bedside table, took out one of the heating pads and pasted it on your shirt, slowly rubbing and pushing the heating pad down gently so that it'll stick better. He then kissed you all over your face, while hugging you to his chest.

"Better now?" You nodded. Of course you were better. You had your handsome boyfriend with you, who also helped make your mood swings and cramps better. What more could you ask for?

Sukuna asked you for permission before carrying you to the living room, bridal style, placing you on the couch gently. He drapes a blanket over you and then heads to the kitchen to get you your favourite hot drink. "Oh I'm making dinner tonight by the way. I think you need my food more than anything now huh," he says teasingly, a small smirk on his face when he returns to the living room with your drink.

You manage a smile, already feeling better from what Sukuna had done. But you couldn't help but cling onto his arm when he tries to leave to make dinner. "Stay," you mutter, your grip on him tightening. He turns and looks at you, wrapped up in yet another blanket with a heating pad stuck to your pajama shirt. You didn't seem to be in any pain, but Sukuna knew that you wanted his presence anyway.

He sat down on the couch next to you, before pulling you onto his lap and letting you snuggle into his chest. "Hey princess," Sukuna started, hands making their way to wrap around your body, "I know I'm not great with affection sometimes but is there anything else I can do? About your mood swings, maybe?"

You look up at him and cup his face with one of your hands, smiling at him. "You're here 'Kuna. So I'm fine. I'll always be fine as long as you're by my side," you confessed, watching as his lips turned upwards into a warm smile.

"Is that right? Then I wonder what you'll do if you never met me huh. Probably cry and throw something at the wall because your mood swings are too crazy?" your boyfriend teased, smirking at you when you punched his chest lightly in disagreement.

"For your information, you're part of the reason I have my mood swings too," you roll your eyes as you reply in the most matter-of-fact tone you could muster.

"Oh how so? Because I'm so handsome that you're oh so scared that some girls pin after me and I'll stop loving you? Hmm probably not, you always told me that you didn't fall for my looks to begin with."

"Ryomen Sukuna, I will tell you here and now that no one else would be with you because I'm the only one who can handle you. Don't even try to deny it, it's so true! Besides, like hell I'll care about some girls who don't even exist, it's not like anyone is actually pinning after my boyfriend."

"Yes, yes, apparently no one else wants this hot man. Then again, even if someone did, you're the only one for me right babygirl? My pretty and feisty little princess is so cute, yeah? So perfect for me."

Your cheeks flushed red, not expecting a conversation about your mood swings to get to the point of your boyfriend straight up complimenting, and lowkey flirting with you. He chuckles at your flustered state, before pressing kisses all over your face.

"I love my baby so much yeah," he says in between kisses, making you giggle.

"I love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss to his forehead just as he pulled away from kissing your face. The two of you stared at each other in utter adoration and love... Until your stomach grumbled.

Sukuna laughed and placed you back on the couch gently, heading to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, looking for ingredients and utensils, you couldn't help but wonder: what would it have been like if you didn't meet your boyfriend?

Periods would've been a lot more painful and difficult to handle, and you surely would've been distressed more easily on a day to day basis. When you actually thought about it, your life wouldn't have been as happy and exciting as it was now. Sukuna has helped you find peace with yourself, and taught you so many things while also having fun with you. You knew that if not for him, you wouldn't have become the person you were today.

And as Sukuna walked to the living room, his hands holding a large bowl of your favourite dish, you were glad that you only had to wonder about life without Sukuna, and not actually live it. He might come off as scary and intimidating to most, but deep down he's a softy who wants the best for the people he loves.

He smiled at you warmly, setting the bowl on the table in front of you before switching on the TV and settling down next to you. He took a spoonful of the food, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to you like he always does when you're on your period. And at that moment, you couldn't help but realise just how lucky you were.

To have a loyal and caring boyfriend who would do just about anything for you, making sure that you were comfortable and happy. A boyfriend who would give in to your absurd request without questioning anything; a boyfriend who you knew was always there for you.

Yeah, periods were a pain, but your boyfriend certainly made all that pain go away. And you couldn't be more thankful for that.

Ahhh the idea of Sukuna taking care of his s/o when they're on their period makes me so soft 🥺 I didn't really like the ending part, but I tried my best to make it fit. Nonetheless, I hoped you enjoyed reading!

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gimmiesomehoneynsugar · 10 months

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It lead to this

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Finale

Rocket/GnReader! Word count 1951

Three weeks have passed since your dramatic exit from Knowhere. It was rare for you to go to your sister after a breakup since she was usually the one calling and showing up to your place about how a new guy she met wasn't single or cheated on her but how the tables have turned.

You show up in the middle of a rainy night around two am with your tear-stained face, still in your party clothes with mascara running down your face. A hot mess basically.

“Can I stay at yours for a while I can’t be on Knowhere for a bit”

She embraces you with a sorrowful hug and walks you into her apartment.

And the time you spent at hers was the usual gossiping, crying while drinking. You talked to her about all you’ve seen in space, she believes the space parts, but a guy named Rocket and him being a humanoid racoon, she scoffs every time you bring him up in that manner.

As the due date you set for Rocket comes closer so does your anxiety, each passing night you look through your phone for photos of your little secret dates, you look at the clothes he bought you and the jewellery he decorated you in. God everything reminded you of him, your heart ached every time you heard his favourite songs. But no, you set your boundaries and you didn’t wanna get hurt anymore even if that means accepting he might never be in your arms again, or hearing him call you doll.

It’s 11 pm, a summer's night fills the air with pollen and warmth. You and your sister are gossiping about her office job all while bingeing the office, as you both sip on wine eating little cheeses talking about how Samantha doesn’t know when to shut up you hear a knock at the apartment door.

You wonder who it could be at this hour, and your sister believes it is none other than one of her psycho exes begging to be taken back probably after doing something heinous.

“It better not be Jeff again,” your sister proclaims sighing putting her glass down and walking to the door.

“If so it’d be the third time this week, you need to get better exes sis,” you chuckle sipping your wine curious if it is Jeff again.

She opens the door to see not Jeff on his knees but a racoon. She looked him up and down thinking ‘ Racoons don’t stand like that or wear clothes, or have guns?!’

“Hey hi, how are you doing, is your sibling here?” Rocket asks, seeing your legs resting on the coffee table mid-sip now choking on your drink.

“What the Fuck?” she yelped as Rocket walked through, he first saw a look of shock on your face but after you composed yourself a scowl formed with a hint of sass.

“Sis this is Rocket, believe me now?” you looked up at her gesturing at him trying to distract yourself from the confrontation that was about to happen.

“So… welcome to my sister's apartment,” you speak in an awkward tone, your heart strangely beating louder and louder almost as if it’s in your throat.

“It’s a nice lovely place you have here, do you mind leaving the room, things are going to get a little personal,” Rocket claims as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly.

Your sister can’t help but silently leave still in shock, she leaves for the kitchen probably to realise a talking racoon walked into her house.

“So… how’s earth been for you?” He asks leaning back on the heels of his feet.

“ A huh…pretty boring nothing new, what about Knowhere?” you quelled at him not impressed, you missed him greatly, and you felt insane not seeing him but a little bit of you grew to pettiness.

“I… fuck I'm not good with feelings, okay I admit I’m probably the dumbest racoon in our universe for not realising that this was more than just fuck buddies, and yeah I do think I lead you on, unintentionally though,” he claimed now passing back and forth.

“I did some research, like heavy research, watching romance films and reading novels, what we have is just romance. How was I so blind!?” he held his face in his hands sighing.

“The first week you were gone I tried to pretend you never existed, try to push it down, but the whole you left grew and grew, it ate me alive. I probably stared at the tracker a hundred times over to see if you left Terra,” He says with tears swelling up in his eyes looking glossy at you, your heart can't help but shiver at his words.

You put down your glass with your arms crossed, your heart is slowly melting at his emotional sob story but you were still hurt, you needed to hear more.

“And yet even with living without you, my life gone to shit,” he says quite promptly.

“What do you mean by shit, I couldn’t have affected you that much in my absence,” you asked now expressing worry in your tone.

“I thought the same, but with you in my mind every other second, taking care of the animals became stressful, forgetting to have their checkups, separating the aggressive ones, and feeding them a little late. I became the enemy of Knowhere and I blame you!.” Rocket proclaims now pointing at you.

You are shocked for a second but it then turns to rage quicker than dropping a hat.

“Me I’m the reason you messed up everything even when I wasn't there,” you scoff at him rolling your eyes.

“Yeah!, as I just said I couldn’t get you out of my head, I’ve forgotten how I spent two weeks being wasted over your ass, trying to forget but every time I wake up I miss you even more!” he yelps, now with your sister listening through the kitchen door eating some leftover cake eating this drama alive.

You cover your gaping mouth rubbing your face, you realise you weren't the only one feeling this, your heart aches heavier and heavier sinking as tears swell in your eyes with now your nose sniffling, you were still scared that he was there to end it but you had to know.

“So Rocket, what are you going to do now, what are you going to do now knowing all this?” you ask with tears rolling down your cheek you quickly rub them away making your eyes red and puffy.

“Well first I’ll take you back to Knowhere and set some boundaries,” he chuckled with a gentle smile rubbing away his now streaming tears, you’ve never seen him so heart-retched.

“You know what boundaries are Rocket?” you sniffle and are shocked to think Rocket would ever think he would say something so healthy.

“Yeah! I told you Doll I did a lot of research into relationships, and one of the best ways to maintain love is to set boundaries,” he proclaimed smirking.

“Rocket,” saying his name has never felt so right.

Your heart bursts overjoyed to hear him talk so sweetly, you smile at him calling you Doll again, and you feel so whole again knowing he feels the same way. You wipe away your final tear reaching your hand out to Rocket gently smiling at him, needing him.

He takes no time to rush to your side and embrace you in his arms again, you missed this, he missed this. The warmth the safety and the love overfilled both of your hearts. You can’t help but cry happy tears into his shoulder, he gently cups your face kissing your tears away getting closer and closer to your lips with each kiss as you giggle.

And just as you were about to lock lips, your sister the bitch rushed out of the kitchen practically bursting through the door yelping at you both to stop with cake still stuffed in her mouth.

“I thought you were joking when you said you were screwing a racoon?!” she yelps again gesturing while swallowing her cake.

“No, I was serious, you just chose to ignore it, I’m sorry Rocket she’s only seen racoons eating her trash and not being sweethearts,” you proclaimed kissing his soft but tear-soaked cheek.

“You think I’m a sweetheart?” he asks now ignoring your bitch of sister.

“You’re my sweetheart Rocket,” you proclaim now locking lips with him all while staring at your now disgusted sister.

��HE A RACOON! An animal! please tell me you’ve just been pranking me for a month and this is a small man in a costume,” she asked hoping it was just a prank.

“Listen toots, I’m the real deal and I’m very serious about your sibling , I’m probably not the best match for them, but I make them happy so do they,” he claims looking back at you as he walks up to your sister.

“Is this true?” she asks you, all you can do is nod in laughter at her bewilderment grabbing your wine again.

“If what my sibling says is true then you need to promise me something,” she says to Rocket as you begin to worry.

“Anything”

She crouches down to Rocket's level now grabbing the collar of his shirt.

“If you ever again, I mean it. If my sibling is EVER back here in tears because you broke their heart or did something unforgivable to them, I will hunt you down and skin you and turn you into a cook skin hat just like our cousins do in Kentucky,” she proclaims, you’ve never seen her so serious before and your heart sank feeling a little scared too.

Rocket gulps looking her in the eye agreeing the what might be his death sentence, but that's never stopped him from doing crazy shit. They shake in agreement, Rocket turns to face you.

“Let’s get outta here doll your place is in the stars,” he smirks at you while your sister giggles at his cheesy line walking back into the kitchen.

You chuckle agreeing, you rush to the spare guestroom quickly throwing everything into your bags, your clothes skincare all of it.

And as you hug your sister goodbye you turn to hold Rocket's hand while he pulls your suitcase, to the ship. He attaches a hook and line connecting both your ship and the Bowie, it almost looks like their holding hands.

You both sit in the pilot seats of Bowie smiling at each other with every glance you seek.

“So what's the plan?” you ask Rocket curling your legs up and tilting your head to the side at him.

“Well, I think it’s about time to introduce you officially to the family, I heard Groot and Adam gave you lip,” he chuckles.

“They were just worried we weren't gonna date,” you proclaim sighing.

“Well they were right, they all were”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well after you dumped me, and I went into a drinking depression just like Quill did, everyone put the pieces together, they pulled me out of it and practically and threw me on that ship with autopilot to Terra, I guess they really knew what I wanted without me even saying it,” he says looking at you with both of his hands still steering.

“Wow, I guess they ship us huh?” you chuckle.

“Yeah of course we're in a ship,” he replies in the boomer way possible. You can’t help but laugh at his response.

“I missed this Rocket a lot,” you say softly to him.

“I missed you more than you could imagine Doll,” He smiles at you, for you.

Holy shit thank you all so much for reading, their is a female version on my ao3 is ur interested and if u liked this fic you might like my other fics also my posts on this blog.

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theoffice-imagines · 5 months

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Prompts

Sick/comfort:

1) “Are you alright?”

2) “You’re face a little flushed.”

3) “You’re so pale…”

4) “You look like you’re about to fall over.”

5) “Everything okay there?”

6) “I think so..”

7) “It’s just hot in here..”

8) “Am I?”

9) “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

10) “I’m fine. Why?”

11) “It’s just a cold.”

12) “I feel strange..”

13) “I’ve felt kind of off all day..”

14) “I’m a little under the weather is all..”

15) “I really don’t feel good.”

16) “Let me take a look at you.”

17) “Come here, baby.”

18) “Here, sit down..”

19) “Can I check your temperature?”

20) “Stay put while I get the thermometer.”

21) “You feel so warm..”

22) “102? No wonder…”

23) “You’re burning up!”

24) “There’s something definitely going on with you.”

25) “Let me take you to the doctor.”

26) “I know you’re not hungry, but you need to eat.”

27) “Try a little broth, for me?”

28) “Drink your tea, it’ll help your throat.”

Angst/fluff:

1) “She was crying because of you!”

2) “I know for a fact that you’re not fine!”

3) “You’re looking at me like you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”

4) “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

5) “You said you needed space.”

6) “I’m not jealous!”

7) “Are you awake?”

8) “Are you done with that?”

9) “That doesn’t even make any sense!”

10) “Don’t ask me that!”

11) “This isn’t your fault.”

12) “Just admit it. You know I’m right.”

13) “What’s with the box?”

14) “Say it!”

15) “I could kiss you right now!”

16) “Just pretend to be my date.”

17) “Excuse you?”

18) “I might have had a few shots.”

19) “You did what?!”

20) “Come here. Rest, honey.”

21) “I have never been more in love with anyone than I am with you.”

22) “Are you okay?”

23) “I just don’t like thunderstorms.”

24) “I get it alright? I messed up!”

25) “What do you need me to do?”

26) “I can’t sleep.”

27) “When was the last time you slept?”

28) “I want to protect you.”

29) “Give it back!”

30) “Well, this is just great.”

Random:

1) “You’re always on my mind.”

2) “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

3) “You’ve always felt like home.”

4) “I can’t imagine this world without you.”

5) “Trust me.”

6) “Why are you crying?”

7) “Who hurt you?”

8) “Was it me?”

9) “Nothing is wrong with you.”

10) “You make me feel alive.”

11) “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

12) “Who cares about what they think?”

13) “Lets go.”

14) “I’m not going anywhere.”

15) “Tell me what’s wrong.”

16) “You’ve always got me.”

17) “You look like you could use a hug.”

18) “Did you need something?”

19) “Just talk to me.”

20) “I can’t take the silence anymore.”

21) “Why are you so jealous?”

22) “You can’t do that. Not here.”

23) “Stop pretending you’re okay, because I know you’re not.”

24) “You owe me!”

25) “That wasn’t funny.”

26) “I love that show, too!”

27) “This tastes horrible.”

28) “This is delicious!”

29) “Can I borrow that book of yours?”

30) “Let me help you with that.”

31) “Don’t make me come over there myself.”

32) “Wanna go see a movie with me sometime?”

33) “Do you believe in ghosts?”

Hurt/comfort:

1) “I don’t remember that..”

2) “I didn’t do it!”

3) “Well, that was pretty rude of you to say..”

4) “Don’t touch me!”

5) “Are you mad at me?”

6) “Stop ignoring me!”

7) “Take that back!”

8) “We’re not just friends and you know it!”

9) “Please don’t cry, I can’t stand to see you cry.”

10) “Where do you think you’re going?”

11) “Just leave me alone.”

12) “Just talk to me.”

13) “You’re so beautiful..”

14) “You’re making me blush!”

15) “Stop being so cute!”

16) “You’re the best!

17) “Are we good now?”

18) “Stop lying to me and tell me the truth!”

19) “You belong to me!”

20) “Don’t get up. I’ll do it.”

21) “How about a kiss?”

22) “Don’t scare me like that.”

23) “I’m here for you.”

24) “Don’t ever do that again!”

25) “Don’t say that. Not now.”

26) “Everyone deserves a second chance.”

27) “Excuse me, I’m terribly lost. Can you help me?”

28) “You don’t have to stay.”

29) “You deserve so much better.”

30) “You did all of this for me?”

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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💙 Counting Stars (Icethia) - Athena2

Summary: Icesis makes a cake for Pythia's birthday. Really short and sweet.

A/N: Hi everyone! I wanted to do another little prompt for the Pride challenge, so I did this short drabble for Domestic Fluff. It's set in my Icethia space au, which you can read here. Thank you so much to Juno for encouraging me to do this!

Icesis has never made a cake, but there’s a first time for everything.

She and Pythia had a long day exploring a sea planet yesterday, and Pythia is still asleep in the bottom bunk, curled up under the extra blanket Icesis always puts on them once they’re sleeping.

She had Kendall write down everything she needs to do, and Icesis is good at following instructions, so she should be able to do this. She once smuggled a crate of medical supplies right out from under a guard’s nose. Hell, she rescued Pythia from the biggest ship in the galaxy. A cake should be no problem.

Right?

She’s just lucky Pythia is a heavy sleeper, because the spoon floats away and hits a wall when the gravity stabilizer malfunctions, and then the bowls—she had to get more at a market just for this cake—keep clanging together, even when she tries to be quiet. Leave it to Pythia to turn her domestic—but Icesis will be the first to admit that the ship is more of a home with Pythia in it, helping her cook and watching the stars with her. And the cake is still a list, just like the ones she makes for smuggling jobs, and it’s easy to cross things off one by one as the cake goes from a pile of ingredients to something resembling a cake. It looks edible, at least, and Icesis is so focused on piping flowers—more supplies she’d had to get just for this; filling the empty drawers in the tiny kitchen—that she doesn’t even notice Pythia until they tell her good morning, and she jumps in her seat, dropping the frosting bag.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” they say sheepishly. “Wait, is that—is that for me?”

“Yeah.” Icesis leaps to her feet, wiping frosting off her hands and fixing her hair. She wanted to prepare something, but she took too long on the frosting. “I, uh, I’m not always great with words, as you know. But I know your birthdays always had to be formal and you hated them and just wanted a normal birthday with a normal cake, so I figured I’d do this and then we can explore for the day, or do nothing if you want to.”

Pythia is silent, and Icesis keeps rambling. “I made the cake with ingredients from different planets we’ve been to, so it’s like all of them in one. Half is covered in the stars because I know you like to look at them, and I know you liked those flowers from that forest planet so I tried to make them on the other half. They’re probably hideous, though.”

Pythia still hasn’t said anything, but now tears are running down their cheeks, and Icesis’s heart takes off. Pythia doesn’t cry much, so they must really hate it, and they’re crying because Icesis absolutely ruined their birthday and made it the worst one ever, even worse than the royal disasters Pythia told her about when they were drinking hot chocolate in the cockpit together.

“You don’t like it?” Icesis asks. “It’s okay if you don’t, I’ll just trash the whole thing—”

But Pythia shakes their head, grabbing Icesis’s hand. “Ice, I’m crying because I love it. No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”

“Oh,” Icesis mumbles, feeling like an idiot. The feeling goes away immediately, though, when Pythia crushes her in a hug. Icesis has gotten used to their hugs, but they still never stop feeling special. She never stops loving having Pythia this close to her, trusting her when they’ve never really trusted anyone. When Icesis herself has never really trusted anyone.

“I love you,” Pythia says.

They’re strange words to Icesis. She’s never heard them, never said them. But she kisses Pythia’s forehead and knows exactly what she needs to do. “I love you too.”

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Stray Kids Reaction || He Thinks You’re Cheating [Request]

CHAN:

Trust was everything in your relationship between you and Chan, you trusted him to go off and tour the world and you thought he trusted you to be loyal to him but lately, he'd been acting so odd around you. Since you were working more often than not lately it had been getting harder to spend time with your boyfriend who was already busy enough without you throwing your schedule into the mix.

"You've been working all week and you're telling me you don't have the weekend off?" You could hear just how annoyed he was about you cancelling your weekend together but you couldn't help it when your boss was behind which meant your whole department was behind and had to stay to help him out.

"My boss is behind Chan, you know what that means." You sighed as you tried to get it through to him but he just began sighing and shaking his head despite you not being in the same room as him,

"I do, it means my own girlfriend is making excuses. Look, if you're sleeping with the guy let me know so I can get over this quickly," He snapped before hanging up the phone leaving you shocked as you stared down at the mobile in your hands, instead of staying to work you made an excuse of being sick and left without another word. Heading straight to the dorms to figure this out with Chan, there was no way he could get away with accusing you of something like that and leaving without another word.

"You think I would cheat on you?" You questioned as you walked through the door, he was home alone as he glanced up from his laptop,

"You've decided to grace me with your presence!" The sarcasm oozed from his voice as you rolled your eyes at him, you didn't want this to turn into some stupid fight that was over nothing.

"There's nothing going on between me and my boss," You spoke calmly knowing that if you got angry he would double down on his thoughts about cheating.

"Please, all that time you spend with him? All the 'extra hours'." He said sarcastically as he air quoted his words but you shook your head, sitting down on the sofa and sighing as he continued to rant about all the time you'd been spending at work lately but you couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I work all the time because I need to pay my bills Chan! My stupid landlord raised my rent and I can't afford it!" You finally cried out, admitting to him that you were struggling with money as tears ran down your face,

"I would never cheat on you, I would never do anything to hurt you," You sobbed into your hands as you finally broke down, the weight of being almost kicked out and dumped hitting you all at once but as soon as Chan saw you crying he cradled you in his arms.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I-I didn't think." He whispered as he continued to soothe you, rubbing your back as you cried into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered as he rocked you back and forth,

"I didn't want you to try and help, you always try and give me money you know I can't take," You sniffled as he held you closer to him, not letting you go for even a second as he rocked you.

"Then how about I don't give you money...I-I buy us a place together..." He suggested as he pulled away to look into your eyes, you frowned wondering if he meant it but he smiled at you and that smile could relax you every moment of every day.

"Think about it first," He whispered, kissing you softly before going to make you a hot drink and get you some food.

MINHO:

It came as no surprise to you when Minho thought you were cheating on him with one of his members, you were close with all of the boys but Minho was a little insecure when it came to relationships but you didn't blame him since his ex cheated on him.

"Do you really think I would do that to you?" You questioned as he sat across from you on the bed in his bedroom, Felix and you had been asleep on the sofa together when he walked in.

"I-I don't know, yes." He was stuttering as he spoke to you and you knew it was past experiences clouding his judgement so you couldn't hold it against him,

"I walked in and you were asleep...H-He had his arm around you, you were snuggled against him and I-"

"We fell asleep watching a movie Minnie," You cooed as you reached out to touch him, trying to relax him but he moved his hand away from yours and shook his head.

"You never cuddle like that, if he's just a friend you shouldn't have cuddled like that," You knew it looked bad to someone who had been in a situation where they had been cheated on before and you knew there was nothing you could say to him that would put his mind at ease.

"There would never be anything between Lix and I, he's like a little brother to me." You whispered as you nudged his hand, taking it into yours and locking your fingers together as he sighed.

"She's right...We didn't mean to sleep like that, we were watching a movie and we just got too comfortable," Minho looked at you both and then back to looking at just you, searching in your eyes for any indication that you were lying, he knew you were never a very good liar and as soon as he saw how upset you were he hugged you.

"I'm sorry." He whispered over and over again while you tried to convince him that it was fine, he didn't outright accuse you and that you understood why he was so scared about it.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin wasn't normally the over protective snoop through your phone kind of guy but as of late he'd been getting anxious about your relationship, whenever you were together you were always on your phone, laughing or smiling at it while you text back and forth with someone and whenever Changbin would ask what it was about you would shoot him down but he'd had enough of it, he needed to make sure you weren't cheating on him.

"Binnie?" You gasped as you walked back into the bedroom to find him trying to unlock your phone but it looked as though he didn't know the password to your phone as he struggled,

"What are you doing?" You snatched your phone away from him placing it down onto the bed as you stared at him waiting for some kind of excuse but he was done,

"I want to know who you've been texting so much, who's making you smile this much..." You could hear the hurt in his voice as he said it to you, you knew he'd been desperate to see what you were doing but it was supposed to be a surprise,

"It's no one Binnie, please just sit down." You tried to calm him but he stepped away from you shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes,

"No, you're cheating on me...Aren't you? That's the reason you hide your phone and you're always laughing and smiling at it." He was blowing everything out of proportion and you knew that it was only going to get worse the more you denied it or told him that he was imagining things.

"Don't tell me I'm imagining it, I'm not. I see you all of the time," You knew how bad it must have looked so you sighed at him, shaking your head as you handed him your phone.

"The password is your birthday," You whispered waiting for him to see who you had been texting all of this time behind his back and you saw the blush creep onto his cheeks.

"Wooyoung and I were planning on bringing him to the dorms to surprise you," You admitted as he read through the messages, finding memes of Changbin back and forth to one another,

"See...Nothing is going on behind your back but you better act surprised when Wooyoung gets here tomorrow," You pouted as you sat down on the bed with Changbin, he hugged you tightly whispering to you how sorry he was for accusing you of something so harsh.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had been under the impression that when you said that you were going to lunch with a coworker it meant you were going to be with another female co-worker but when he walked by your local cafe to see you sitting with another man he freaked out in the inside, coming up with all the ways you would be cheating on him.

"You're being overdramatic, I would never cheat on you least of all with Rylan," You laughed at the thought of it but Hyunjin wasn't finding any of this funny, all he could picture was you and Rylan sitting so close to one another, you were almost sitting in his lap.

"You could have been kissing him! You were practically sat on him!" He yelled out making you roll your eyes, you knew Hyunjin was dramatic but you didn't expect him to overdramatise everything that happened in your life.

"There wasn't much space, I sat close to him so a woman with a baby could get in," You tried to defend yourself but Hyunjin was already clear in his mind what was happening behind his back even if it wasn't true.

"So you just so happened not to tell me you were going out with a male for lunch?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal, you eat with girls at work all of the time and I don't get jealous and accuse you of cheating," You snapped as he stared at you, scoffing at the thought.

"Because I would never-"

"Neither would I," You cut him off before laughing to yourself at the thought of Rylan asking you on a date,

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin mumbled as he looked at you but you shook your head,

"It's just Rylan...I'm not really his type." You laughed again but Hyunjin still wasn't laughing,

"You're more of his type..." As soon as the words left your mouth a blush crept onto Hyunjin's cheeks as he realised what you meant and you smiled.

"S-So you're not-"

"No, I'm not." You laughed again and this time Hyunjin nervously joined in as you shook your head at him, giving him a kiss as you smiled weakly.

"You have to trust me," You whispered, locking your hands together as he nodded his head at you.

JISUNG:

Jisung's whole body froze as he stared down into the bin in your bathroom, he felt sick to his core as he saw the three pregnancy sticks poking out from the bin. Neither of you had been together intimately yet so he was going through every emotion in his body at the thought of you sleeping with someone else when you were supposed to be with him.

"Can you find it?" You laughed as Jisung didn't come straight back from the bathroom, he'd headed in there to get you the first aid kit so you could have a plaster for a small papercut but when he didn't respond you giggled and went hunting for him,

"Did you get lost? You practically live in my apartment you couldn't have gotten lost," All the while Jisung's eyes began to fill with tears as he saw the three positive tests sitting there,

"Babe? Everything okay?" You giggled walking into the bathroom and froze in place when you caught what he was looking at but you knew where his mind was going to go if it wasn't already there.

"I can explain-"

"How you have three pregnancy tests in your bin when we haven't had sex and been dating for two months...Go on. Explain that one to me." You knew where his mind was but you couldn't let him believe for one second that they were yours, you'd only bought them but you didn't take them.

"They're not mine," He scoffed as he tried to move past you to get out of your small bathroom but you wouldn't move out of his way not wanting him to believe that it was yours and storm off in the other direction.

"That's the oldest excuse in the book," He mumbled still attempting to move away from you and ignore you but you grabbed onto his hand pleading with him to stay with you but he was already set in his way.

"They're not mine! I promise, my friend came around earlier and she took three," You pulled at his hand to try and make him believe you but he wouldn't look at you,

"Jisung, you know I can't lie to you. You know when I'm lying look at me," You begged but he struggled out of your grasp and began making his way to your apartment door when it opened suddenly and your best friend stormed her way in,

"I need another one, I don't....It can be wrong three times right!" She cried out as she walked into the bathroom with another pregnancy test in her hand, you stared up at Jisung who was a little shocked.

"They really aren't yours?" You shook your head as you walked over to him, looking into his eyes and pouting when you saw how much he had been crying.

"I would never do anything to hurt you Jisung...I'm in love with you and only you," You whispered to him as you stood up on your tip-toes to kiss him, pulling away when you heard the toilet flushing.

"Go and make a hot drink? I need to calm her down." You whispered to him as you patted his chest softly.

FELIX:

Rumours were everywhere in the industry and hard to be avoided especially when you were dating someone who was in a popular K-pop band, while you were someone who just introduced acts on Korean variety shows normally you and Felix would do your best to ignore the rumours but lately they'd gotten worse. Branching for a hidden pregnancy to you cheating on Felix with another band member but you knew it was to get attention for the new show the boys were taking part in. Felix had come backstage accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung when he saw the articles, he wanted you to be honest with him but when you tried he shot you down.

"Don't be an idiot Felix, why would I ever sleep with someone else?" You questioned as you stood backstage at the music core set getting ready to go on stage with Hyunjin but Felix was being paranoid,

"So I'm an idiot?!" You sighed as you heard him say this, you knew he was angry and just blowing everything out of proportion, that morning there had been an article claiming that you were dating Member Wooyoung from Ateez which couldn't have been further from the truth. The two of you were long term friends and your friendship grew closer since you and Changbin were also close with one another.

"Lixie, I would never cheat on you. Wooyoung is a friend," You whispered as you tried to kiss his cheek but he moved out of the way so that you would miss,

"Lix...Do you really think I would go behind your back on something like this?" The look on his face made your heart feel like it was breaking into pieces, he shouldn't have to think about it he should just know you would never even think of cheating on him.

"I've got to go," You mumbled as they began calling your name, you moved away from him and headed onto the stage, putting on the biggest smile you could manage before presenting.

(X)

The show ended and Felix was still standing in your changing room but you didn't want to fight with him over something that wasn't real and you didn't want to start something now.

"Look. I haven't cheated on you, the closest I've ever been is when I had a dream I kissed the monopoly man but that's it Lixie...You have to believe me that there is nothing going on between me and Wooyoung." He nodded his head as he got up from the sofa and hugged you tightly in his arms, apologising for believing in the rumours when he should have believed you first.

SEUNGMIN:

"What do you expect me to do!?" Seungmin yelled from across the living room of your shared apartment, he'd walked into the apartment to find you and Jeongin sitting close to one another and acting suspiciously as soon as he came home.

"Trust me! Trust me enough to know I would never cheat on you," You yelled back at him hoping he would see how hurt you were from the accusation but he was past seeing how hurt you were, he could feel his heart breaking at the thought of you sleeping with Jeongin behind his back.

"I should have seen it coming! You're always so close with one another, laughing and joking about things, having secrets!" You rolled your eyes as he listed things that all friends did with one another but because it was you and Jeongin it obviously meant there was something else going on between you when there clearly wasn't.

"He's a friend Seungmin, you're being ridiculous," You sighed as you looked up at him but he was still shaking his head, thinking of all the signs he should have seen before it got to this point.

"Do you guys sleep together behind my back? Do you sneak around to the dorms to see him when I'm not there?!"

"Enough!" You finally screamed out, throwing your hands up into the air as you stormed away from Seungmin, grabbing the plans you and Jeongin had been working on for months.

"You want to know what we've been doing?!" You snapped, storming back into the living room and dropping the papers onto the coffee table so he could see everything laid out in front of him,

"That! We've been planning a surprise birthday party for you," You yelled as you showed him all of the documents of what you had planned, the room you'd booked, the invitations, the guests, everything was there in black and white for him and you saw the look of regret hit his face.

"So no, I'm not cheating on you with one of your best friends, we were trying to do something nice for you." As soon as the realisation hit him was when he began to apologise for ruining the plans and accusing you of cheating on him, telling you that he would pretend to be as surprised as he could on the day of the party.

JEONGIN:

"It's nothing, you're taking things out of context," You tried to tell your boyfriend as he continued to pace back and forth in your living room, he was red in the face with anger and had been since he'd seen photos of you hugging and kissing another man,

"They saw you! They saw you hug and kiss him!" Jeongin yelled as you stared up at him from your apartment sofa, he'd come to your apartment after you'd dropped your cousin off at the airport. Fans and reporters had seen you kiss your cousin and put two and two together to get five as they began spreading rumours of you sleeping and dating someone else that wasn't Jeongin.

"Jeongin...Please," You sighed rubbing your temples as your headache was beginning to set in from all the yelling he was doing, Jeongin had no idea who the boy in the photos was but he was upset when he saw the photos of you kissing the guy. His mind instantly clicking to your cheating on him instead of looking at the larger picture when you'd previously told him you were spending the weekend with your cousin,

"You could have just told me you wanted to see other people! It would have hurt a lot less," The way his voice broke, broke your heart and you rushed to him hugging him tightly as you tried to reassure him that it was nothing. He sat down on the edge of the sofa crying into your arms as you held onto him tightly kissing his cheeks,

"He's my cousin, I kissed his cheek, he hugged me and that is all because he's my cousin." You repeated it over and over again until he finally began to believe you, you knew how hard it must have been with all of the rumours and photos that made it look like something it wasn't so you weren't going to hold it against him,

"I love you Innie...Nothing happened, I promise." You kissed his lips softly and he kissed you back, apologising for even accusing you of something like that.

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acquainted

You had no intentions of becoming acquainted with the clan your family had cut ties with, but when Naoya Zenin himself is willing to teach you a lesson and you’re determined to show him what you’re capable of, it becomes a silly game of power and dominance.

REQUEST. naoya putting reader back to her place

WARNINGS: Naoya Zenin, rough sex, orgasm denial, face fucking, slight voyeurism, degradation, slight bondage, cowgirl riding, manhandling, spanking, hate sex

WC. 5.4k+

NOTES. Because Naoya is my favorite, his fic is the only one I’ve ever edited, LOL. Even though this is requested, this is written out of self-indulgence, purely because I love Naoya and even though he’s nasty, he’s my comfort character. And freaking FINALLY I have written more for this man. I worship this King 👑

There were so many ways this day had gone wrong. First, your shower broke. Second, the maintenance men couldn’t come until late in the afternoon, so you had to drive all the way to school looking like a half-mess. You weren’t a slob, of course, but you were beyond irritable at the thought your hair felt greasier than most.

So when an unfamiliar mop of blonde hair sat at your place, the sight of pierced ears meeting your gaze as you smiled at the young man, you had to clutch your bag tighter. No need to be harsh to anyone; you reminded yourself.

“Hi,” you greeted as politely as you could.

The young man in your seat was handsome — terribly so — feline eyes emphasized with an eyeliner, and stunning green eyes that peered up at you with utmost boredom. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint where you’d seen him before.

“I believe you’re in my seat.”

You expected he’d kindly take another seat since the hall was empty, but he only leaned back in your seat, brow raised with a slight smirk. “So?”

Your mouth fell agape, hands falling at your sides. Who was this guy? “What do you mean, so? Get the fuck out of my seat.”

“Women,” he rolled his eyes, “Always so tempered and dirty mouthed,” the words felt like stinging slap in your face, and he easily read through you when he snickered to himself, waving a hand in the air as if he was swatting a fly away. “I’m already sitting here, so go find someplace else. I came here first.”

“You little — who do you think you are?”

“Who do you think you are for speaking to me? Did I give you permission?”

His condescending voice made you lunge at him if not for your friend’s hand wrapping at your arm, shooting worried glances over the guy. His smirk deepened when your friend pulled away, the words mutter under her breath. “Come on, let’s go,” she tugged you away despite your protests, pushing your shoulders down to make you sit. Once out of earshot, she rolled her eyes. “I seriously hate that guy. Don’t you ever involve yourself with him.”

“Who’s that prick anyway? He acts so high and mighty like he’s some rich daddy’s son. Look, he’s totally claiming my seat as his!”

“That’s Naoya Zenin, and yeah, he is some rich daddy’s son,” she confirmed, shivering at the mere mention of his name. “He’s an absolutely big misogynist. Don’t be fooled by his pretty face — he’s the worst fuckboy to ever exist. That dick of his isn’t worth getting fucked over. He’s already made half the women in school cry and run after him like a horde of lovesick zombies,” your friend gagged with a shake of her head, “It’s terrifying, actually.”

“Fucking asshole,” you hissed under your breath, sending side glances at the corner of your eye.

That stupid guy was still in your seat, a bored expression on his handsome face, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks at every blink. He just had to be a sexist pig with that gorgeous face — no good men existed anymore. “Whatever. He’ll get a taste of his own medicine soon.”

“Whatever it is you’re planning, I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“I’m doing this for all of us,” you announced with your spine straightened. “I’m not letting a man walk like that acting like he’s got the whole world at his feet. I’ll teach him a lesson or two.”

“You do know he can sue you if you punch him right?”

“Who said I was going to punch him?” a smirk painted your lips at the same time he felt your eyes burning holes at the side of his face, your expression even more triumphant when he tilted his head to the side, eyebrow cocked at your gaze. He must’ve assumed you’d fallen for his looks judging by the satisfied smile on his face, making you laugh because it would be fun to teach him a lesson. “No, I have a much more interesting plan in mind.”

It turned out that Naoya wasn’t that much of a stranger.

You had his reputation to thank for — people spoke his name left and right that it was nearly impossible not to know of him. It had you wondering how you managed to live through university so long without knowing him when the name drowned you; he was a Zenin.

No wonder that name was so familiar.

The Zenin’s were a close business partner of your family, but they cut off ties with their company years ago due to them having an intolerable attitude. Clearly, it ran in the blood, and their heir manifested it so well.

Thoughts of Naoya and his stupid face were soon drowned out by expensive champagne, the golden liquid sparkling in your hands. You had to attend this dinner gala where businessmen and powerful families alike conjoined for a formal opportunity of forming connections and solidifying deals, pressuring you to be at your best behaviour lest you wanted your black card to be cut off.

You made your way through the crowd to get another one of those hors d oeuvres, opting to just sit in the corner while you watched your family plaster on big, fake smiles with even louder, faker laughter.

It was quite sad, really, that people had to do stuff like this, but who were you to complain when it was what fed you on a silver plate all the time?

For now, you just wanted to enjoy the new dress your mother had gotten you, the silk black material hugged around your curves delectably. Pearl drop earrings hung to frame the sides of your face, legs lengthened and accentuated with stiletto heels.

You felt sexy — especially when you got lingering gazes from men who were slightly older and definitely richer, though you made no move.

The last thing you wanted was to become someone’s trophy wife when you could become so much more. Plus, only your parents had the task of befriending people and building trust with others. You were only here to help represent the name somewhat with your pretty face, not really having much of an intention to be acquainted with anyone.

You swiped another glass of fizzy alcohol from the waiter that passed by, glossy red lips pinched around the glass when a sultry voice mused at your ear, “Still can’t find a seat?”

Swirling around so fast that the contents nearly poured out the glass, you weren’t surprised to see Naoya fucking Zenin stood before you, his tall stature draped in only the finest and hand-stitched three piece suit.

He looked absolutely delectable this way, earrings glimmering under the golden chandeliers and eyes lined with kohl, the aura of elegance that perfectly concealed his less than pleasing personality excessively charming.

You were beyond appalled.

“Still can’t find a brain?” you retorted with a roll of your eyes, eyes still narrowed at Naoya’s displeased ones as you dunk your drink in one go. “What are you doing here, pig?”

“I’ll let that comment slide once — only because you look hot tonight,” his predatory gaze ran over your form, the careful pattern of him pausing at the swell of your breasts sliding to the curve of your hips heating up each inch of your skin. “And it’s Naoya for you. Naoya Zenin, the rightful heir of the Zenin Corp—”

“What’s that scent you’re wearing? Baby powder? Fitting for your cute face, actually.”

Naoya’s jaw clenched, clearly unaccustomed to people cutting off his holiness, and you had to bite down on your lip to prevent the chuckles from slipping through. “It’s Tom Ford.”

“Hmm, why am I not surprised? My horrible ex also wore the same scent. Maybe it’s a trademark for all limp losers, huh?” Naoya opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it, stepping forward to grab at the space between his tie to pull him down. His face was mere centimetres away from you, close enough that his breath ghosted over your lips, the intense anger flaring through those eyes hot enough to burn you. “You act so smug and defensive, Naoya. Trying to have a big man personality to conceal a small dick?”

“I have nothing to prove to you.”

“You don’t need to prove me anything,” you glanced down at his pants with a smirk, ignoring the heat pulsing in your veins because the sight contradicted your words. There was a noticeable bulge inside those shiny black slacks, though the last thing you wanted him to see was the way your mouth watered in anticipation. “I already know what I need to know.”

“Yeah? You and your shitty girlfriends can’t stop talking about my dick?”

You shrugged sarcastically, “You know women. We’re tireless complainers.”

Naoya’s jaw ticked upon you using his words against him, his hands coming up to caress at your neck, his nails scratching behind the thick silver chain you wore.

From afar and in the eyes of others, people would’ve thought you and Naoya were simply getting a little too heated, his lips dipped to graze your ear while his slender fingers pressed a little tighter into your air pipe. Your positions could easily be mistaken for Naoya seducing you, and you supposed he was, since your body responded differently from your verbal protests.

“You should watch what you’re saying,” he warned, voice low with warning. “I could easily dump your body into a river and no one would even notice. In fact, maybe the world might even thank me for doing them a service and ridding them of a spiteful woman like you.”

“Oh, pretty boy,” you chuckled back and stood to your tippy toes. One of your hands wrapped around his neck to forcefully tilt his neck to yours, nose pressed above his collar to inhale the intoxicating masculine scent he wore. “You’re all bark and no bite. Why don’t you show me what you’re capable of? If you’re as awful as they make you out to be, maybe I’ll shiver enough to drop my panties for you.”

You didn’t miss the way Naoya’s hands gripped at your waist to pull you close, enticing you to continue with your insults because maybe Naoya liked this a lot more than he let on. Could it be his superiority complex didn’t always like submissive women, after all?

Well, it would make sense; everyone always liked a little challenge, didn’t they?

If that was what he wanted, then you’d be generous enough to grant it to him.

“Wouldn’t you like to get a chance to put me in my place, to teach me a lesson for defiling the oh-so-mighty Naoya Zenin?” you purposefully toned your voice down to a more breathy tone, your chest swelling with pride when Naoya sucked in a sharp inhale beside your ear.

God, he sounded beautiful — and you hadn’t even fucked him yet. Now, you were eager to hear what else those disgusting lips could be capable of other than degrading you.

Pulling away from him just to bat your lashes at him, heat pooled straight into your core when Naoya’s gaze had completely darkened, dark orbs pooled with lust and anger. Only he could make such an expression look so good.

“You don’t scare me, Zenin. You’re nothing but a small boy wearing big man pants.”

For a moment, your smile widened, believing that you’d won this time around. Naoya was still breathing hard at each brush of your stomach to his now hardening erection, but then he smirked and gently pushed you away from him. “I’m not fucking you here,” he stated calmly, not even bothering to keep his voice low. “You’re a lot dumber than I thought you’d be if you really think I’m whipping my cock out during this dreadful dinner.”

“This dreadful dinner you speak of is an opportunity for people like us to establish connections. I would’ve assumed you wanted nothing more to impress others but it seems I was wrong. If you hate this event so much, why bother coming here in the first place?”

“Just had a feeling I was going to meet a little minx,” he watched you seductively, his smirk adorned with his tongue peeking out to lick his lips — in turn wetting you in places he promised to make his by the end of the night. Curse him, you chanted in your head, curse him for being so attractive. It would’ve been easier if he was ugly. “And as always, I’m right.”

You tilted a brow, slightly impressed. “So you’ve done your background check on me. That doesn’t explain why you’re still here though. Surely a woman couldn’t be enough for a reason to make a man like you go all this way?”

“You’re right, a woman would never be a good enough reason, but I wanted to put you in your place,” his eyes flickered back up to you, now twinkling with danger and something else entirely. “Bad little girls need to be a taught to a lesson.”

“So what’re you waiting for? Go ahead and show me your ways, Zenin.”

“I will,” he nodded to himself, “I’m about to,” Naoya was nothing but confident as he strode your way until his arms was locked with yours, his breath tickling your collarbones that had unknowingly exposed itself at each heated touch. “You’re not that bad for a slut. You look like one, smell like one — I bet you also feel like one.”

A dry laugh left your lips as you fisted his shirt, mirroring his smirk to show that if a match was what he looked for, then a match he’d find indeed. Only this time, you would be worse.

“Why don’t you go ahead and find out?”

Naoya, despite being an absolutely poor excuse of a human being, was somewhat redeemable for being a man of his words. Find out he did, and he wasted no time into shoving you inside his McLaren, barely able to keep his hands off you the whole way up to his penthouse.

It was a blurry mess from there.

Moans spilled from your lips while he ripped your clothes off, not bothering to apologize that he’d just ruined one of your most prized possessions, his lust-clouded haze mumbling that he’d just buy you another one.

It was the last thing you expected to hear from him, but you couldn’t protest, not when he’d angrily snapped the buttons of his shirt away, a low growl mixing with your breathy whines as he loosened his tie.

Your eyes widened at the sight, legs rubbing together as you imagined what else he could do with that pretty tie of his.

Would he tie you to his bed, fuck you stupid and call you useless? Or perhaps, you could do it?

Naoya cut off your train of thought by pushing you back to his mattress, his hands tugging at his belt before he pulled his boxers down, his thick length slapping at his abdomen. Your mouth immediately watered at the sight. You were beyond wet from nothing but your sloppy make-out sessions, but would he fit?

Just the thought of him giving you that burning stretch made your legs spread beside his sides, the sardonic laughter ripping from Naoya’s lips absolutely disgusting.

“Fucking pathetic. You’re just like everyone else; submitting to me at the sight of my cock, but that’s not true, is it? Moment you saw me, I knew you were clenching around nothing,” he gripped at your jaw to force you to look at him. You glared up at him from his bruising hold, your cheeks squished under his rough hands. “But that’s okay; wanting me is not something you should be ashamed about. Although you should be thanking me I’m even letting you near me like this.”

“I’m so honoured. Come on, Naoya, let me feel you — let me make you feel good.”

Naoya, too lost in his ego, missed the sarcasm dripping in your voice. “So eager to be my cock sleeve, huh?” he grinned, tugging at your hair to push you deeper into his mattress. “Get on your knees. Now suck.”

He was too harsh in his pace, determined to exert his dominance over you. You could feel every ridge of his vein as he continued fucking into your mouth, his abs rippling above you. It felt like witnessing a Greek god come apart, and you took pleasure in being his ruin, prompting you to hollow your cheeks and bob your mouth up and down on his cock harder.

Naoya’s chuckles were broken and often mixed with curses of fuck, you feel so fucking good, his nails now scratching at your scalp.

Soon, Naoya stilled inside you, his hold around your head deadly to keep you in place. Tears flowed down your face as he kept thrusting inside, making sure to hit the back of your throat before his muscles tightened. Spurts of warm cum followed after that, but instead of swallowing it like you expected he’d command you to do, Naoya whipped out his cock and came all over your face, his seed shooting all over your cheeks and lips.

You took it all obediently, just enough to give him the false pretense of submissiveness that he was so willing to force from you.

While he was occupied pumping his still rock hard cock, eyes closed and massaging your scalp almost soothingly, Naoya failed to notice your hurried movements of standing from the bed, fingers looped around his tie.

A small wail resonated from him when you shoved him down onto the bed, knees locked at either sides of his waist before you tugged at the cloth wrapped around his neck. Naoya kicked his legs behind you as you tied his wrists to the bed hard enough that Naoya winced, the tie only forming tighter at each lame grapple of his.

You looked back at how he got more beautiful laid out in front of you like that, chest heaving up and down while he struggled against the restraints, face flushed with anger — no, this wasn’t anger anymore — he was furious.

“What are you doing?! Get this off me — how dare you!”

“How dare you,” you spat back, discarding your lace bra off to wipe his cum away from your face, gagging when the bitter cum left a tang on your lips. “I just got my skin appointment last week and you came on my face like that?”

Naoya kept fighting back before he realised it was a futile attempt, leaning back down onto the pillows, though that didn’t soften his heated eyes on yours. You cooed at how adorable he submitted to you, running a finger down the sides of his jaw. “Aw, don’t look so angry, baby. I’m just starting my fun,” you purred, “You should’ve known better than to mess with me, Naoya. I’m not as nice as the others. And I’ll show you just how awful I can be.”

Naoya’s breath hitched when you shimmied out of your underwear, a dark glint in your eyes as you stretched the elastic into a fake arrow until it snapped into his face.

“You fucking bitch,” he growled, turning his face away from your panties soaked with arousal. “Once I get out of here, I will ruin you.”

“Huh, yeah, sure,” you mumbled incoherently, too lost in the pleasure as you sunk down on his cock. You were right, he was fucking thick, stretching you out better than any of your toys could. Plus, he was warm and leaking with pre-cum that he slid in easily, erotic groans leaving both your mouths once he was finally seated inside you.

Naoya was growling at you to let go of him when you laughed, lifting your hips up slowly before sliding back down on him just as slow, almost as if you made love to his cock the same passionate way you did with a lover. “You do have a wonderful cock, though. I’ve never felt this good in my life,” you leaned down to lick a stripe down to his neck, allowing him to hear the needy pants you graced with him. “You feel so good, Naoya, oh. If you weren’t such an asshole, I might even fall in love with you.”

“Go faster. This is unfair!”

Naoya tried thrusting deep into you, evidently unsatisfied at this torturous pace you set, but you only gripped at his thigh in warning, your eyes no longer sweet as you glared at him.

“Nothing’s ever fair in this world, sweetheart,” you reminded him, shivering every now and then as you bounced on his cock, his length slipping past through your walls magically. “Like how such a gorgeous face and amazing dick is paired with the most disgusting personality ever. No, it’s not fair, indeed...”

You closed your eyes with your head thrown back, placing your hips flat on his pelvic bone instead, fingers rubbing at your clit while Naoya throbbed inside you, desperate for release.

The little whines you gave were nothing but mocking. You knew that Naoya suffered through this position, but did you care? Absolutely not. With Naoya’s cock stretching you full and his tip kissing your most sensitive spots, in addition to your fingers rubbing and tweaking at your clit, this was the most pleasure you’d ever gotten from sex.

You were stimulated everywhere, your other hand reached up to tug at your hardened nipples.

Your walls clenched around him, signalling him that you were close and you let out a broken moan, falling forward to gyrate your hips around his cock to push you over the edge. It wasn’t enough to get him off since you were mostly still fondling with your clit, the sounds of your moans like torture to his ears.

“No, don’t you dare cum, I swear if you—” Your orgasm washed over you comfortingly like a warm blanket. Instead of seeing white, it was like your vision cleared, the sight of the sweat that made Naoya’s hair stick to his forehead in clumps crystal clear. You prolonged your orgasm by thrusting your hips in a sickening rhythm of thrust, pause, thrust, stop — and by then Naoya was losing his mind.

Naoya lost control as he snapped his hips upwards inside you hard enough that you winced in pain, pushing off his dick until he’s left humping the empty air, his body drenched with perspiration. “No, no, no, fuck you! Get back here you useless slut!”

You lay beside him, giggling in post-orgasm bliss. Just to tease him, you rolled to his side to press a kiss to his cheek, laughing harder when your lips came in contact with his flushed skin.

“You’re so adorable like this,” you cupped his face tenderly, perfectly aware that Naoya had begun to growl, his wrists almost bruised from how hard he brawled against his tie. “If I didn’t hate you so much, I would’ve let you cum inside me,” you offered with a pat to his chest, moving off the bed with wobbly legs.

“Well, whatever, that was fun. I would say we both had the most sensual sex of our lives, but that would be a joke for you, don’t you think?” you snorted as you inserted your arms to his discarded suit jacket.

Naoya stayed still on the bed, his cock still painfully hard and slick with your cum. “Don’t look so angry, Naoya. You had it coming for you. Don’t worry, though, as a thanks for letting me cum that hard — though I mostly did all the work — I’ll keep this between us so you at least get to keep whatever’s left of your dignity,” you blew a kiss his way, “Bye, sweetie. At least now I know people weren’t exaggerating when they called you a good fuck.”

Not bothering to slip your heels back on, you looped your shoes into the curls of your fingers, about to button Naoya’s jacket as you made your way to his door.

You never got halfway across the room when strong arms suddenly lifted you off the ground, your vision transitioning from his door to the pads of his feet, your body slung across his shoulder. Naoya gripped at your ass in warning when you kicked your legs, leaving him with no choice but to hug your thighs with one arm.

The next thing you knew, he slammed the balcony doors open with one hand and slammed you on the pool table. His rough hands yanked his jacket away from your body, the chilly night of the air bringing a shiver down your spine as it hit your drenched core.

Naoya had pinned your arms flat on your back in a painful angle, making you cry out just as he kneed your legs open, his free hand that wasn’t pinning you down aligning his cock against your hole. You were a moaning mess underneath him, the pain only an intoxicating addition to the pleasure he was pounding into you. Naoya then leaned to whisper your ear, the sudden movement making his cock slide deeper into you, the pleasure overwhelming.

“Oh, Naoya, fuck—”

“I am not just a good fuck,” he corrected you, “I am Naoya Zenin — and you will do well being silent and submissive while I fuck you, do you understand?” You were too lost in the feeling of him rutting deep into you that he had you seeing white this time around. When you didn’t answer, Naoya slapped your ass, your yelps echoing from the dead night. “I asked you a question.”

“No,” you bit back, “I refuse to—” you were silenced when Naoya hit your sweet spot, laughing at your state that you were too fucked out to give him a proper answer.

Naoya’s pace was merciless as he fucked deeper into you, the hand on your ass moving up to grab at your waist to keep slamming you back to his cock. He watched as your lips sucked him in so tight that he didn’t know whether you were pushing him out or refusing to let go. Turning your head to the side to gasp for air, you opened your eyes, only to be met by the sight of men crowding on the building across yours to witness your undoing by Naoya’s hands.

“I’ve barely started and you’re already so wet for me,” he mocked in your ear. As if on cue, squelching sounds accompanied your desperate moans, hands grabbing at nothing in particular. “Shall I try upping my speed?”

“N-Naoya- there are people looking.”

“Let them see,” he seethed, using one arm to lift your other leg up to the table to gain him more access into your warm, wet cavern. The sudden stretch made your muscles ache until you lay there limp; jaw clenched at the pleasure Naoya drowned you with. “Let them know how much I’m making this pussy mine. Gosh, can you hear yourself? You sound like a dirty fucking slut,” another slap landed on your ass, hard enough to leave a mark there for tomorrow. “You claim to hate me, so then why are you dripping all over me, huh? Pathetic whore. You women are nothing but cum dumps to me.”

Naoya spread your butt cheeks open, laughing at the silly way you clenched around him every time he pulled out, your puffy lips sucking him back again until Naoya buried himself to the hilt. His dick did wonders in letting out the most erotic whines and whimpers you never thought you’d be capable of, leaving you a drooling and panting mess under him.

“You little fucker, don’t even think about cumming inside me, I will literally castrate you and feed your balls to yourself.”

“Such a dirty mouth. Though that’s expected of a nasty woman like you,” he sassed, his thrusts faltering while his hand clenched your flesh tighter. That was enough to send you over the edge when Naoya slammed his hips harder and more desperately this time around, his cock twitching against your walls. “You wish I would cum inside you. But I have a better plan in mind.”

All it took was one rough hand for him to pull you before him, pushing you down into your knees again as he came inside your mouth. You could feel your cum and his dripping onto his dark marble tiles, the white pool of liquid shining.

Naoya thrusted lazily into your mouth, a sickening grin on his face while he kept you down there. His glare deepened when you tried to pull away from him. “Swallow, you slut. Or I’m fucking your face until I break your jaw.”

Furiously, you swallowed around his cock, Naoya groaning at the feeling of your walls convulsing around him. The moment you gagged from when his tip poked the back of your throat, Naoya pushed you off him until you were left choking on the ground. You gasped for air, hands clasped around your neck, sure that you were going to have a sore jaw and a fucked throat tomorrow.

You kept glaring at Naoya, but this didn’t deter him from gripping your chin down, humming to himself upon seeing that his cum was now gone in your mouth. “Hmm, so you did swallow it like a good girl. I’m glad I’ve disciplined you well.”

“Go to hell.”

“I’m King there already, baby,” Before you could retort, his arms encircled your waist until you were heaved in his arms again. You pounded against his back because you were too done, you couldn’t do another round. Naoya sighed as he threw you in the bed as if you were a ragdoll, disappearing in the bathroom for a while before coming back with a wet towel, which he rudely flicked your way. “Clean yourself up and then leave. Take the back elevators. I don’t want the staff to see a whore leaving my place.”

“You’re the one who brought me here.”

“Only because I had a duty to put you in your place,” He stared at you with his smirk now permanent in his face, admiring the bruises he left on your body.

“We’re not over yet, Zenin. I’m going to break you one way or another.”

You rolled your eyes at him, walking to his closet to wear one of his shirts. Naoya was silent the whole time as he watched you button his shirt with trembling hands, his presence hot on your heels as he followed you out the large room.

As you were about to leave, you picked up the towel you used to clean your cum with and threw it right at his face.

Naoya dodged it easily, eyeing the towel with a scoff. “Still resilient, I see,” settling down on one of his lounge chairs like it was a throne, Naoya rested his cheek on his fist as he stared you down. “But fine — I accept your challenge. A true man never backs down from a challenge, after all.”

“Oh, honey, I’m more than just a challenge,” you sneered.

Naoya’s gaze left your eyes to stare at your perky nipples that poked through his shirt, feeling his cock swell all over again. But he was a man of control and dignity — he wouldn’t do anything more with you, not when it was clear you’ve had enough for tonight.

It didn’t bother him though, he knew he’d have more opportunities to put you in your place.

“We’ll see about that. I’ll be the one to decide your worth,” he declared oh so smugly, the mere sound of his voice pushing you to slam a fist to ruin that pretty face of his, though you held your ground, far too tired to move a muscle. Naoya saw this too, and he smiled to himself, head tilted to the side as he studied the mess he’d made of you. “Tomorrow, same time same place?”

There was no telling what pushed you to agree, but the words left your lips far too confidently for you to even wonder why.

“Be ready for me, Zenin.”

“I always am.”

All the way back to the back elevators that Naoya had directed you at, you pondered on how you’d be able to tell your parents you suddenly needed a ride home when they had no idea you left the dinner gala in the first place. But most of all, how were you supposed to tell them you’d acquainted yourself with the Zenin clan all over again?

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Trouble

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader decides to cause a little trouble on vacation.

Category: SMUT (18+)

Warnings: Language, sex (dom!Spencer, hair pulling, spanking, female masturbation, rough sex, light choking, oral sex- male receiving, crying during sex, degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play / if I missed anything, please let me know!)

Word Count: 6.6k

Full Requests:

+ “...this is for dom spencer/post prison spencer!! okay so you guys are all out with the team on like a team vacation type thing! you decide to wear the cutest and smallest black bikini and tease spencer the whole day. and i mean tease him!! after you guys all separate off for the night he punishes you! spanks you and fucks you until you’re a whimpering mess! maybe you even fall into sub space and his aftercare is 10/10 amazing!!” — @slutforthegubes

+ “A one-shot for reader being bratty for being clingy in front of the team, so then he punishes her by spanking, edging ect?” — @smexyreid

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NOTE: I actually had a fluff planned for today, but I’ve been feeling rather ~spicy~ lately, so I hope this is alright 😉😂

***

Normally you didn't like to get into trouble on vacations. And really, who did? Vacations were meant to be relaxing, a way to kick back, relax, and take a break from the monotony of day-to-day life. Not to mention you and the team were far over-due for one of those breaks.

So naturally, your instincts would tell you to do just that: relax. Right?

Wrong.

You couldn't help it. As of late, your sex life was getting... interesting, to say the least. And now more than ever you were always in the mood for trouble; Whether it meant purposely bending over in the office (right in front of your boyfriend, where everyone else was in the room and he couldn't do anything about it) or touching yourself without permission, also sometimes right in front of him.

Bottom line: right now you were looking for trouble. And you knew exactly where to find it.

Trouble, in this case, took the form of a skimpy black bikini you'd spotted while shopping for the trip. it was barely a bathing suit at all, held together by thin strings that you knew would fall apart with just a mere little tug. And if that wasn't enough to entice you, it had little lace detailing that you knew would drive him insane.

Your body practically burned with desire as it sat in a bag in the backseat of your rental car, Spencer's hand on your thigh burning equally as hot.

"You feel really warm," he noted, giving your leg a comforting squeeze. "Are you okay? If you're not feeling well we can stay behind..."

"No, I'm fine," you answered truthfully with a smile. "I'm just really excited to take some time off. Lord knows we need it."

"Yeah, I know... I just wish we weren't going somewhere so... water-y..."

You laughed, placing your hand on top of his and giving it the same reassuring squeeze he'd given you. "It'll be fun. Trust me, you'll have a great time."

He didn't sound so sure about that, but he didn't know the plan you had cooked up. He was going to have fun on this trip whether he thought so or not.

***

The resort was beautiful. Hell, beautiful was nowhere near the right word for it. It was everything you'd always dreamed about, just like those fancy commercials that showed people in big pools, surrounded by palm trees and workers with white polo shirts who brought you whatever you wanted.

And the hotel rooms you stayed in? They were immaculate. It may have seemed like you were exaggerating, but honestly, you felt like a princess. The bed was just about the most comfortable thing you'd ever had the pleasure of laying on, the view was incredible, sweeping over the resort with a beautiful sunrise every morning, and the complimentary robes and towels were heavenly.

You never wanted to leave.

"Remind me to give Rossi a big hug the next time I see him," you sighed as you rolled over in bed and snuggled into Spencer's side.

He laughed softly into your hair and pulled you closer. "I know it's only been a day, but I could stay here forever. In this bed, with you..."

You smiled, feeling your heart warm at his words. "Me, too... But if you think you're gonna get out of today by being charming, then you're sorely mistaken."

Yesterday, the day you all arrived, you made a plan with Spencer: that first day would be spent settling in and having dinner with the team, going out for drinks and relaxing. And then the next day (today), you were all going to spend the day outside, enjoying the sun and enjoying each others' company. He wasn't too fond of the idea spending all day outside in the heat, but you were sure that by the end of the night he would have found it very rewarding.

Because today was the day you were initiating your plan. Since you would be in public (and you knew your boyfriend wasn't a fan of being too publicly affectionate), you were going to tease him as much as you could. You knew it would kill him, not being able to touch you in front of everyone, and you also knew it would make him mad. Most likely, he would warn you to drop it, and you would feign innocence, continuing on your merry way and proceed with the plan. And if you knew him as well as you thought, chances are he would tolerate you all day, barely putting up with your antics until you were alone for the night.

And then? Then you were hoping he would punish the hell out of you. Because honestly, nothing got your blood pumping faster than when he called you names... When he spanked you, or choked you, or refused to let you come. Or even when he did the opposite and made you orgasm so many times you cried from the overstimulation.

But you knew that whatever punishment he decided this time, it was going to be absolutely delicious.

Just the thought of it made you clench your thighs together, and Spencer seemed to notice; He brought one of his hands down to rest between them, feeling the dampness that was forming through the fabric of your underwear.

"Someone's excited this morning," he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead as his middle finger pushed the fabric aside and gently glided through your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, nuzzling into his neck and failing to hide a smile. "Well, since we're gonna be out and about all day, don't you think we should do something about that?"

Spencer laughed again, this time slipping his finger all the way inside you, causing you to gasp out.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea, princess."

***

To say you were anxious would have been an understatement.

Because of the material of your cover-up dress, no one could see what you had on underneath unless you took it off. In reality it was more like a summer dress, landing just above the knee in a pretty black floral pattern. Your hair was up in a clip for easy taking-down, and cheap dollar-store sunglasses sat firmly on the bridge of your nose.

And just the knowledge of what was hiding beneath your seemingly innocent get-up had your stomach twisted in knots. Even as Spencer swung your hand in his as the two of you made your way to the lounge area, you pictured that same hand fisting the sheets as his wrapped around your throat while he fucked you absolutely senseless.

You hadn't even realized you were squeezing his hand so tight until he wiggled his fingers and gently nudged you with his shoulder. "You've been... squirmy and tense lately, are you sure you're alright?"

Your hand loosened its grip on his, and then you brought them up to kiss the back of his hand. "I'm fine, just excited to be in the sun all day, that's all."

There was some degree of truth to your words, but he didn't have to know that.

So, to convince him you really were fine, you practically jumped once you reached the gateway to the pool and lounge area, spotting all your friends as they waved you over. Spencer laughed as you parted from him and started walking a little faster.

"Someone's eager," Rossi mused from his chair, a glass of lemonade in his hand.

As Spencer approached behind you, Luke snickered. "Not eager enough, apparently. They're late. What were you lovebirds up to, eh?"

"Alvez, if you have to ask, you probably couldn't handle the answer," Tara said with a snicker of her own.

Funny thing was, she was absolutely right. And it made your stomach twist into even bigger knots just thinking about what happened just an hour before you left the room.

Thankfully the mood was kind enough to shift, courtesy of JJ removing her sheer cover-up and taking her sunglasses off with them. "Anyone up for a light morning swim before more people show up?"

You weren't sure whether or not it was a good idea... Did you want to start your teasing so early on that by the end of the day it was going to be an even bigger struggle to keep your hands off of Spencer, silently begging him to whisk you away and have his way with you? But what if he held out and decided to cut the day off early? If that was the case, he'd most likely drag out your punishment for hours, and is that something you wanted?

Your mind swam in a current of filthy images and possible scenarios, all of which were too damn good to pass up.

So, you counted yourself in and handed Spencer your bag, to which he gladly took and then planted a kiss on your forehead.

You waited until he was settled down, sitting at the table with Rossi—who also decided to hang back—to start removing your accessories.

The first to go was the sunglasses, easy and still unsuspicious. You were going to remove the hairclip first, but then an idea came to mind, so you easily slid out of the cover-up and let it fall to the ground.

Spencer's jaw dropped open at about the same speed, though he quickly closed it to seemingly remain unbothered. The smallest of smirks played across your lips as you bent down to pick the garment up. And you took your sweet time, purposely struggling to get it between your fingers. At one point, you had it halfway up before you 'accidentally' dropped it again, mumbling a curse under your breath.

But eventually you gave up the charade, successfully grabbing the dress and holding it out to Spencer. "Would you put this in my bag for me, babe?"

"Uh huh," he muttered, his hands practically shaking when he took it from you.

To add sugar to the pot, you took a step towards him and kissed him chastely on the mouth, just before taking the clip from your hair and shaking it out like in the movies. Truthfully you weren't sure if it was as sexy as they always made it seem, but judging by your boyfriend's inability to look at you, you figured it did the trick.

You turned and made your way to the pool then, leaving him behind with a little extra spring in your step.

***

Your swim extended until lunch time at around noon, where everyone gathered at their table. There were about thirty of these tables all around the pool, each attaching a tall umbrella to keep from the sun.

Though Spencer had seemed rattled and more shocked than anything at your outfit reveal before, now he just seemed calm. Oddly calm.

As you opened a beer, you looked over at him. "You okay, baby?"

"Yep. I'm all good."

He clearly wasn't. His hand twitched under the table, and it made your stomach flutter with butterflies as you wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking about fucking you out here in front of everyone? Was he imagining and concocting ways to make sure you knew how much of an affect you had on him later? The thought of all of it excited you to the point of squirminess again.

It was safe to say that Spencer noticed. His hand reached out and brushed your knee about ten minutes into lunch, and it sent a jolt of electricity through you. He was never this way in public, but now he was full-on gripping your knee under the table and slowly sliding it up and up and up...

"Excuse me? Do you guys have an extra chair we could use by chance?" A voice sounded from the other side of you, and you jumped as Spencer quickly removed his hand from you.

But then you got another idea.

"Oh, here, you can use mine," you told the voice, which belonged to a middle-aged woman in a blue one-piece and a sun hat.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble..."

You stood up and smiled at her, handing over your chair as you insisted. "It's not a problem. Really."

"Thank you," she returned with a smile. "Have a great day."

"You, too!" you called as she walked off with the chair. You turned to Spencer with a smile. "You don't mind if I sit on your lap, right?"

He didn't answer, only shifted in the chair, and that gave you all the permission you needed. So you promptly sat down between his legs, and you snuggled as close to him as you could, making sure to wiggle a little more than needed without being too obvious as your friends continued chatting. Spencer's left hand gripped your hip so tightly you thought he was going to leave bruises.

That excited you more than it probably should have.

So to test your luck, you placed your hand over the top of his and drew little patterns into the back of his hand. Your other hand worked at occasionally grabbing fries to eat.

What you didn't expect was for Spencer to ask for one. Really, you didn't think much of it, though those butterflies returned in your lower belly when he ate the fry right out of your hand, bringing his face to rest right above your shoulder. Before he pulled away, he whispered just inconspicuously enough to avoid raising any red flags.

"Watch yourself, princess..."

He hissed out the nickname so harshly it made you shudder, and your thighs clenched under the table as he leaned back again.

Just in time for someone to talk.

"Why, you two are awfully clingy today." It was Penelope, giggling through a bright pink bendy straw.

You decided to play off of that, smiling and leaning back to press yourself fully against him. "This is our first vacation together, I guess I'm just excited," you said sweetly.

Spencer lightly kissed your cheek, but his hand squeezed your bare hip again. A warning not to push it.

"You know, Will and I haven't had a vacation in a while. It's kind of a bummer he had to work, otherwise we could've taken the kids." JJ pouted playfully before taking a fry.

"We'll definitely have to plan for another one of these in the future," Penelope offered happily.

You wiggled your hips just the tiniest bit as your head dropped onto Spencer's shoulder. "I agree."

His fingers were gripping your hip with brutal force now, and to cover a yelp, you faked a cough. He eased his grip, settling on splaying his entire hand flat across it instead. Its warmth mixed with the knowledge of how big it was made you all warm inside. And, God, if you didn't want to fake being sick so you could drag him up to the hotel room right then...

But you held on, ready for phase two of your plan.

While swimming before, You decided with Luke, Penelope, Tara, Matt, and Emily that a game of water-volleyball was in your future. JJ offered to call points while the rest of you, in teams, played against each other. Despite their efforts to get Rossi and Spencer to join, they both declined, but in a way you were thankful.

Being in action might just be the thing you needed to finally push him over the edge.

So soon after lunch, you all moved over to the open water-volleyball pool. JJ, Spencer, and Rossi all sat at the edge on lounge chairs to watch while you divided into two teams, Penelope, Luke, and Emily on one side, you, Tara, and Matt on the other.

Truth be told, during the game you almost completely forgot about the other little game that you were playing with Spencer—the one only you two knew about. You were quite content and happy having fun with your friends for so long that it was a distant memory.

But at one point, Matt lifted you out of the water to hit the ball, his hands firmly gripping your waist to help you do it. And you didn't think anything of it until you realized your second, and probably your most fatal, mistake.

You'd successfully spiked the ball and scored the winning point, to which your team loudly cheered. And when Matt brought you back down into the water, you flung your arms around his neck in a hug. He lifted you out of the water again as he hugged you, and over his shoulder, you spotted Spencer.

He was furious.

No one would have been able to tell, of course, but you knew. You'd seen that look before, when you were teasing him badly enough that it warranted a pretty severe punishment.

You may have won the volleyball game, but in the process you inadvertently won another game, one that excited you far more and presented you with the grand prize of one very long night.

***

Spencer was quiet with you the rest of the day. After the game, you all decided to just lay out in the sun for a few hours. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance at your boyfriend to find him in that oddly calm state again, the one that borderline scared and excited you at the same time, and for a moment you wondered if maybe you'd gone too far, even if you hadn't intentionally meant to make him jealous.

But if something was truly wrong, he would have told you. You both knew the lines between playful and serious, and this odd calm that Spencer was exuding was most definitely playful.

He only further proved that to be true when you got up to the bar to get a margarita, and you felt a presence behind you.

His hands splayed over your hips and slid forward to your stomach, pulling you back to him. The hardness you felt pressing into the thin material of your bikini made you tremble.

"I want you to finish your drink, and then I want you to meet me in our room. Take your time, princess. I'll be waiting."

Before you could even answer, he was gone, his hand lingering on your body for a moment before he let himself fully walk away. And as you slowly sipped on your drink, chatting a bit with Penelope when she came over, your skin still burned hot from his touch.

***

You took a deep breath before stepping ino the room. Your hands were shaking with excitement and your stomach churned at the sight of him.

He was perched on the bed, freshly showered, wearing nothing but a towel hung low on his hips while he read a book. His hair was wet, towel dried and hanging in soft curls in front of his eyes.

Spencer always took your breath away, but this?

You were in deep shit.

He didn't even look up from his book. He continued flipping the page and gently nodded towards the bathroom door. "Go get a shower ready. I'll be in in a minute."

Your first instinct was to obey. But then again, trouble was what you wanted in the first place, so trouble was what you were going to deliver.

"Why?"

"Because you're covered in chlorine from the pool, and you have to shower." He still didn't look up at you. And that just wouldn't do.

"I'm sure you're right, babe, but I just don't feel like it. And you can't make me."

His eyes flitted up to meet you, just for a brief second before he sighed and shut the book. "Y/N..."

"Spencer..."

"You've been a tease all day, do you really want to make it harder for yourself?" This time he was looking up at you fully, meeting you with a bored expression that was just so fucking hot. You couldn't resist.

"I don't know," you teased, crossing your arms. "Do I?"

"Trust me, princess, you don't..."

You giggled at the nickname and started walking towards him, kicking off your flip flops and uncrossing your arms in the process. "Hmm... I think I do."

"Take another step, see what happens," he offered plainly.

Just for the hell of it, you stopped and then took one giant step forward, bringing you to the edge of the bed where he was sitting. You smiled down at him and felt your insides heat up as he brought his hand out, roughly pulling at the thin fabric of your bikini. He pulled you right on top of him, just for you to be rolled over and pinned on your stomach.

His hands pinned your hands behind your back as he pushed his body into yours, making you whimper out excitedly.

"So be it. Don't make a sound unless I tell you to. Understand?" The sternness in his voice sent another chill through you as you nodded. But then one of his hands came up and tugged on your hair, pulling your neck back. "Answer me."

"I understand," you said, though not without making it sound like you were bored.

That only seemed to make him more mad, which of course was a win for you. He tugged your hair harder, causing you to yelp out with a masochistic laugh.

"Something funny?" he inquired evenly.

"You're cute when you're mad," you offered with a shit-eating grin, wiggling your ass against him.

This time, instead of pulling your head back, he shoved it down into the mattress, his hand shifting to hook his middle finger around your cheek and into your mouth. "You're cute when you shut up and obey me... But I have a feeling you're not going to be very good for me tonight, are you princess?"

You only hummed around his finger in response, clenching your pussy around nothing as your body suddenly went wild with a wave of pleasure at his words.

"That's what I thought... Let's see how well you take your spankings, maybe then I'll go easy on you later."

He wasted no time then, yanking your swim bottoms down and running his hand over the curve of your ass.

"Let's see... One—" SMACK. "—for making a show of wearing this slutty little bikini."

To keep it interesting, you wiggled your ass for more, and he returned the favor by spanking you even harder than the last time. "Two, for giving away your chair just to sit in my lap." Very quickly after, he administered another one, following with, "Three, for teasing me at lunch in front of our friends."

"But I d—"

SMACK. "Four, for interrupting me," he said quietly. And with the way his hand was rubbing over your stinging skin, he was no doubt admiring his work so far. He even hummed, lifting his hand occasionally, leading you to think he was going to spank you again— Only for him to settle on rubbing over your ass again.

He was drawing this out. Taking his time. Seeing how antsy you would get.

Needless to say, it was working.

Your hands, which were still pinned behind your back by Spencer's other hand, started to flex, and you whimpered out in want.

"What's the matter, princess?" he cooed.

"I... I want you," is all you could think to say. Because you really did.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Especially brats. So tell me, do you think I'm going to give you what you want?"

You were supposed to answer him, but in the name of trouble, you remained silent.

He waited for an answer that never came. And when he was tired of waiting, realizing what you were doing, Spencer spanked you again. "Five, for not answering me."

Before you could do or say anything, he landed another slap to your ass. "And six, for having Matt's hands all over you."

You couldn't help it. You laughed. "Oh, that got to you, huh? His hands were nice and big. Reminded me of y—ah!"

He spanked you again, hard. Tears stung behind your eyes and you smiled through them.

"Seven," he growled. "For being a fucking brat."

You took a few deep breaths before speaking again. "Aw, are you jealous? You really think I would—fuck!"

Another spank. "Eight. Don't you dare get it to ten." It was obvious that he was challenging you. Either that, or you were just looking for trouble so badly that you were willing to hear his words as a challenge. But regardless, you challenged him back with one simple, breathy word.

"Nine."

SMACK. "Nine. You must really be looking for trouble, huh?"

You laughed, wiggling your ass one more time. "You don't even know the half of it."

Spencer spanked you one last time, harder than all the rest of them, and you actually yelped out, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Ten. Now get in the shower, or I'll make it double."

You thought about it, but a shower actually sounded really good, and it would give you a chance to breathe before he utterly wrecked you in a little while.

"Okay," you offered, slumping against the bed loosely to show him your surrender. He gently let go of you then, rubbing over your ass a few times before pulling away from you and helping you stand.

"You want me to put something on that now or later?" he asked gently, brushing the hair from your face.

"Later," you returned with a wink and a smile.

He huffed a laugh before gently smacking your ass one more time and sending you off in the shower.

***

As excited as you were for the rest of the evening, you were tempted to take as long in the shower as you wanted, just to see what Spencer would do. But you decided to just take a shower normally, rinsing out your hair just as you always did. You quickly washed up your body, wincing a bit at the sting of your ass under the soap and warm water.

And then you started thinking about how exhilarated you felt as he punished you. Each sharp, warm smack of his hand on your skin made you feel utterly electric and wet. It was a wonder you weren't actually dripping down your leg and onto the bed at how badly you wanted him.

The thought sent your hand down to said wetness. You really shouldn't have been touching yourself, but you were practically burning for him, melting at the amount of teasing you'd done today and the anticipation that came with every move. Your hand was relentless, looking for its own trouble as you moaned out as quietly as you could. The water was still cascading down your back as you rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit, hoping to get fast relief.

And then a knock came at the door.

"I want you out here in five minutes!"

Sure enough, Spencer's voice was enough to finally push you off the edge, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. But as soon as it subsided, you turned the water off and got out to dry yourself off.

Hopefully he wouldn't ever find out what you've done. But the devious side of you really wanted to know what he'd do if he did.

With that thought flooding your brain, you quickly finished drying off and walked out into the bedroom to find Spencer waiting on the bed again. His towel was still wrapped around his waist, and it gave you an idea.

You winked and dropped your own towel, revealing yourself fully to him.

"Did I ask you to drop the towel?" he chastised.

"Nope," you replied, placing your hands on your hips.

"Then why did you do it?"

You decided to take the mocking route, drawling out an overexaggerated, "Because I'm a dirty little whore, and I need you to put your big cock inside me."

"Are you done?"

He looked bored again, and it made you want him even more. So you said, "No. Once your cock is in me, I wa—"

"Were you touching yourself in the shower?"

Holy fuck.

"No."

Spencer stood up and glided over to you until he was towering over you, clearly unbelieving of your blatant lie. "No?"

"No," you repeated, the tiniest of smirks forming on your lips.

Without warning, his hand was between your legs, and a gasp left you as he found your clit, rubbing it almost exactly the same way you'd been earlier. You couldn't help the strangled moan that left your mouth, and he smirked knowingly.

"Yep. Those are definitely the sounds I heard."

And then he removed his hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry," you whispered, hoping he'd return, if only to punish you for what you did by overstimulating you.

He seemed to have another idea, though.

"You're sorry?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, reaching out to grab his hand. "I'm so sorry."

When you had hold of his hand, he took control, gripping your wrist and pushing it away, and then he grabbed your shoulder. "Then why don't you get on your knees—" he pushed on your shoulder and you obliged happily, "—and show me how sorry you are..."

Your pussy throbbed around nothing as you looked up at him, eagerly waiting for his towel to drop. But he didn't move, and it was clear that he was waiting on you to do it.

So you yanked the towel down and marveled at how hard and ready he was. Your head seemed to move of its own accord, like it was magnetically drawn to his dick, and you weren't complaining. And then your tongue flattened and licked a broad stripe underneath him, before you quickly made work of taking him completely into your mouth.

It didn't take long to start a nice rhythm bobbing up and down, occasionally looking up to see him. Again, he looked bored, and though that would have spurred you on before, now you were desperate to please. So you worked your mouth faster, slacking your jaw and taking him in deeper, using your hands to keep yourself steady by gripping the back of his thighs. You moaned and gagged around him, yet kept your pace up regardless.

"Come on, princess, you can do better than that," he teased, fisting your hair and holding you down on his cock. "Apologize like you mean it."

He released your hair then, and you pulled back to take a breath of air before spitting obscenely on his dick and quickly stroking him with your hand. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so so sorry," you whined, right before taking his balls in your mouth. You kept at that for a few moments before going to take him in your mouth again.

This time you were meaningful in every single movement, taking him in slow and deep. Each time he hit the back of your throat you held yourself there and choked around him as long as you could, tears falling from your eyes. And then you'd pull away slowly, swirling your tongue around his tip before repeating.

Eventually though, he pulled you away completely and studied you as you sat there, knelt on the floor in front of him with red eyes, and tears and spit completely coating your face. Your lips were glistening and puffy as you panted, whispering soft apologies.

"What a good girl," Spencer mused, brushing hair from your eyes and wiping tears from your cheeks. "I accept your apology. Come here."

His gentle voice all but pulled you to him as you stood on shaky knees. He hadn't even really done anything to you yet, and you were already a mess. That fact made you smile.

You wiped most of the mess from your face and nodded. "So, what's my reward?"

Spencer huffed a laugh. "For being a brat? Nothing."

"Aw, but I thought I earned your forgiveness..." You pouted playfully, and he pulled you closer by the waist.

"Yeah, well you're being cocky, so I take it back."

Before you could say anything, he kissed you, bringing both of his hands up to cradle the sides of your head. You all but melted into him and let him lead you to the bed, where you were turned around and bent over again.

He used his leg to spread yours apart, right before bringing a hand to the nape of your neck. As he grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently tugged your head back, his other hand fell between your legs and gently parted you.

"You ready, princess?"

"Uh huh," you whined back, right as he pushed forward and glided his cock through your pussy. He waited, making you anticipate that sweet moment when he'd finally enter you, and you could tell he was enjoying every second. You wiggled against him, and he yanked your hair.

"Ah-ah, be patient... Be patient..."

He continued just sliding himself through your opening until you weren't expecting it. And then he slammed into you, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat.

"Sh, shh," Spencer expressed, releasing your hair and sliding his hand to cover your mouth. "Everyone's going to hear you, princess, you need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm," you mumbled against his hand, letting out a strangled sigh when he placed it on your shoulder instead. He kept up a nice, hard pace pounding into you, each slap of his hips against your burning ass just the right amount of pain to be pleasant. And you were thankful for the bed underneath you, because if you didn't have it, you'd surely have buckled under the weight of your knees already.

Feeling how limp you were in his grasp, Spencer used both his hands to wrap around the front of your throat, keeping you upright as your hands pressed into the mattress.

"Tell me, princess, do you think you deserve to come so soon?"

You were so caught up in how hard and deep he was fucking you that you were pretty sure it wouldn't matter what you told him— you were going to orgasm regardless, because there was no way you could even fathom trying to hold it in. Whether or not Spencer would show you any mercy at that point was a mystery.

You were just going to have to find out.

"I—I... Ohhhh..."

You heard him laugh lowly, and it made you clench around him. "Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, and I've already fucked you so dumb you can't even speak? Huh?"

You whined in response, letting your head fall to the side as you tried to look at him. And you barely caught a glimpse of his hair as he continued speaking. "Aw... My poor little princess... That's what you get, isn't it? When you act like a dirty little whore..."

He was recalling what you'd teased earlier, and it brought you closer to the edge more than you liked to admit.

"Uh... huh," you whined out, dangerously close to coming undone.

"Alright then, princess. Come for me, show me what you got."

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take very long for that to happen. You let out a string of whimpers and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hands slightly tightening around your throat as well. Every sensation was blinding and intense, just like you knew it'd be, even if it was only your second orgasm of the night.

And you had a decent suspicion that it wasn't going to be your last.

Even after you were done, Spencer kept at it, relentlessly fucking you into the mattress until your legs were surely numb. Your knees were still sore from being on the floor before, and likewise, your ass was still burning. Not to mention the overstimulation you were experiencing as one of his hands moved down to rub at your clit.

Eventually though, he stopped, and you weren't sure why. But then he flipped you around, laying you on the edge of the bed and leaning over you, his hands brushing more of the tears from your cheeks.

"I wanna see your pretty little eyes when I come, okay? You think you can keep 'em open for me, princess?"

"Mhm," you whined out as he pushed into you again.

He settled on a slow pace that built and built until he was fucking you fast and hard and incredibly deep. His entire body leaned into yours as he snapped his hips forward over and over again, brutal in their goal to completion. You kept whining out, feeling another orgasm coming quickly as you let yourself succumb to him.

"That's it, princess, you're taking it so well. We're almost done..." He whispered comforts into your temple, moments before you reached your peak once more. You shook violently underneath him, which was all he needed to finish himself.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes, filled with tears at the overstimulation, as he snapped his hips forward once, twice, and then three times before letting go. He held himself inside of you, moaning out while looking into your eyes. The feel of his cock throbbing and spilling over inside of you was just about the most comforting thing in the world right then, accompanied by soft brushes of his fingers through your hair and even softer declarations of love.

Long after he stayed inside of you, catching his breath, Spencer pulled out and examined you, the way your body glistened perfectly with the right amount of sweat. Your chest heaved, each dip and curve and peak of your breasts slowly rising and falling as you trembled. He slid down your body, until finally his eyes caught sight of your pussy, glistening and dripping with his cum. It absolutely wrecked him in the best way possible, so much so that he couldn't help himself.

He brought his hand to your opening, gently scooping up his cum and gathering it onto the pads of his fingers. You moaned out as he did it, and he knew then exactly what he wanted.

"Open up, princess," he pried softly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. You gladly did what you were told and sighed out as he glided them over your tongue, practically spoon-feeding you his cum. He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, feeling every vibration on your tongue from the sounds you made. And then he did it again, bringing his fingers back to your pussy to gather more of his mess.

He did this until it was pretty much all gone, and truthfully, you would have let it go on forever. The intimacy of it all, the soft and sensual way in which he explored and watched you, and the love you felt for each other all wrapped up in a shiny, red bow was the perfect end to a perfect day.

You would have fallen asleep, but Spencer was gently nudging your arm. "Hey, you," he said gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I think it's time to run us a bath, don't you think?"

"Sure," you agreed quietly with a smile. "And then we can sleep, right?"

"I think the team might get mad at us for ditching dinner, but I'm willing to risk that."

With a laugh, you reached over and kissed him. "Good. I love you, Spencer."

"I love you, too, princess."

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One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty

prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut

warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader

(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)

Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.

Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.

You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.

Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.

It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.

“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.

By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.

He looked tired, yet deadly cute.

He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.

“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.

“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”

He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.

He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”

“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.

His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.

“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”

Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.

Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.

You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.

He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”

“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.

“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.

Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.

“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.

You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”

“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”

He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.

“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”

There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”

——————-

Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.

“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.

“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.

“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.

He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.

“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”

He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.

You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.

He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.

Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.

Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.

“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.” He rested his elbows on his knees.

His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.

You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.

He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.

Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.

He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.

That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.

You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.

“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?

“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.

He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.

You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.

Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.

He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”

“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.

He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.

“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”

With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.

You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.

His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.

You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.

You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.

“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.

“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.

He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.

“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”

He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.

“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.

You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.

“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.

He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.

“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.

“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.

He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.

As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.

Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.

The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.

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You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.

Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.

“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.

He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.

“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”

“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”

“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.

However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.

He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.

“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.

“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.

“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.

“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”

He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.

“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.

He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.

“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.

“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”

“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”

“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.

He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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Request: okay so can i request prompt number 10 , the reader is female and it's her (a switch taking control this time) saying that to Hee. Also normally they play it softly but since it's been a while, she's really missed him and she's gone a biiiiiit into the dom-ish zone

A/N: Heeseung ends up domming at the end lol i hope you don't mind. sorry if there's any typos lmao

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), slight choking kink

Word count: 1.8 k

“Hold on sweetheart I’m getting in the Uber.” you say to Heeseung over the phone and push your suitcase to the other backseat.

“How long until you get here?” he asks, you can tell he’s getting anxious and you can’t blame him.

“Maybe thirty minutes or so.” you say and he groans.

“That’s too long.” he complains and you chuckle.

“It’ll go by quickly.” you assure him. “What are you doing right now?”

“Sulking around waiting for you.” he sighs.

You had been on a trip visiting your family for three weeks and Heeseung had missed you so much that it hurt.

“What will you do when I’m gone for months? That might happen one day.” you ask,

“I’ll deteriorate and die.” he deadpans and you laugh.

You keep talking on the phone right until you’re at his dorm door.

The door flies open. “Y/N!” he pulls you into a bear hug. “How could you leave me like that.”

You laugh, patting his back. “It was important.”

“It was the ultimate betrayal.” he says and you chuckle.

The rest of the boys flood to the door to greet you.

“Y/N! You’re back.” Jake daps you up.

“Noona!” Sunoo gives you a hug.

“Hey noona,” Jungwon says and you ruffle his hair.

“Thank God,” Jay sighs. “Heeseung hyung wouldn’t shut up about you.”

“For real,” Sunghoon says.

After some light chatter they all return to their rooms.

You hold Heeseung’s face in your hands. He isn’t wearing any makeup and he looks clean and fresh. You peck him on the lips. “I missed your face.”

He chuckles and grabs your thighs, picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. “Let's go cuddle.”

“I can walk to your room myself.” you tell him.

He smiles. “Yeah, but this is more fun isn’t it?”

He lays you down on his bed and falls on top of you.

“I can’t breathe.” you squeak out.

He apologizes and pulls you on top of him, luring you in for a kiss. Just kissing him almost makes you moan. You didn’t realize how much you missed his touch.

You rake your hands through his hair and tug when the kiss gets deeper. He whimpers into your mouth and you smile. You can already feel his hard on. So sensitive, you think to yourself.

“How much did you miss me?” you ask him, kissing his cheek.

“A lot,” he exhales. “Really?” you say and he nods. “Show me then.”

He smiles then tips your head back, going straight for your neck. You breathe out as his tongue explores your skin, sucking and nibbling every now and then.

His hands slide up your top, grabbing at your soft skin. “Get this off.” he says and tugs it over your head.

He kisses your collarbone and touches you like your skin is made of flower petals.

You grab his jaw and kiss him again. Maybe it’s because you’ve been apart for a bit but tonight you want to take control. The thought of him whining and begging for you makes your mind hazy.

You pull his hoodie head and let your bare skin press against his. He pushes your hips down onto his and you smirk.

“Ah ah-” you tsk him. “Don’t get handsy like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he says sheepishly and it’s so cute and hot you could explode.

He keeps his arms on your waist while you grind on his as light or hard as you please.

He moans into your neck as you roll your hips over his. You kiss him while hastily unbuttoning his jeans and slipping your hand into them. You’re throbbing at this point, wanting him inside of you so bad.

“Already so worked up,” you say while palming him through his underwear. “So naughty.”

His breathing is getting labored as you kiss down his neck.

“Please,” he breathes out.

“Please what?” you ask.

“You know what.” he says with pink cheeks.

You give him a small smile. “I really don’t sweetheart, you’re gonna have to use your words.”

He swallows his pride with a big gulp. It’s so fun seeing him get flustered like this. “Use your mouth? Please?”

You kiss him. “Good boy.”

You pull his hoodie off as you tug his jeans down.

You hold him firmly and like one strip up for the base, you feel his body tense under you. You let spit fall from your lips and onto his tip.

“So fucking hot,” he whispers and you smirk.

You dip your head down and take as much of him as you can. He groans and pets your hair. You begin bobbing your head up and down and drink up all of his whimpers and moans. Knowing how much control you had over him had you basically dripping.

His hand flies to cover his mouth when he hits the back of your throat and right away you pull off of him.

“Quit that, I want them to hear you.” you give him a devilish look before sucking him off.

“Fuck,” he says softly. His head falls back, exposing his neck. Too bad I’m too far to choke him, you think.

He grabs onto your, pushing your head down in a steady rhythm. Usually you’d scold him but you felt like he deserved it tonight.

It doesn’t take long for his breathing to get heavier and his moans to get more desperate.

“Fuck I’m close-” he starts but you pull off him.

He looks at you dumbfounded.

“What were about to cum?” you tease him.

“Yes,” he says “please keep going, I’ve been good haven’t I?”

“Admittedly, you have been good,” you say, kissing his neck. “But if you’re gonna cum, you’re gonna cum in me.” you tug your pants off and throw them on the floor.

You slip your fingers into your underwear and rub yourself right in front of him.

“Fuck I’m so wet,” You can’t remember when you got bold and neither can he. He’s staring at you in astonishment but also lust. “Look what you did to me baby.” you whine and he grabs at you. You swat him away.

“What is it?” you ask him.

“Stop torturing me, you know I need it.” he pleads and you smile.

“Can a girl not have her fun?” you spread your legs, giving him a clean view of you rubbing yourself in your underwear.

“Fuck,” he exhales, exhasberated.

You slip your fingers in your mouth and moan. “So sweet.”

He looks at you with his big doe eyes. “Please let me taste.”

You smile at him. “Come here then.” you say and he eagerly moves over to you.

You pull him in for a kiss as you push two fingers into yourself. You moan into his mouth.

“Please?” he asks you softly. He sounds so pretty, how could you deny him.

You slide your slick covered fingers into his mouth, giving him a taste.

He kisses you. “Please fuck me.” he pleads. “I need you.”

You straddle him and pull your underwear to the side, rubbing his tip up and down your slit. He hisses and holds your waist tight.

You both moan when you finally slide down his length.

“You feel so good,” you exhale. It feels like it’s been months since you were stretched out like this.

His head drops into your neck as you slowly grind your hips on him. “Fuck,” he whispers.

“Doesn’t this feel good? My tight pussy wrapped around you?” you say to him and he groans.

“Yeah,” he says breathily. “Fuck don’t stop.”

You tug his hair, forcing him to look at you. “How much did you think about me while I was gone?”

“So much,” he says. “All the time.”

“What’d you think about.” your hand goes from his hair to his throat.

“Touching you, kissing you-” he’s interrupted by his own moaning. “Making you feel good.”

“That’s right,” you coo. “That’s all you’re good for; my pleasure.”

“Yeah,” he says and kisses your chest. “I just wanna be good for you.”

You reach down to rub your clit and begin to bounce a little faster. The pressure on your clit and his cock brushing against your g-spot make your eyes roll back. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he asks you, a little flirtatiously. You nod before you have time to adjust to it, he grips your hips and starts to pound up into you.

You cry out and wrap your arms around him. God how does he feel so good?

He holds onto your waist and flips you onto your back before snapping his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back for the hundredth time of the night.

Your fingers dip down to rub your juices on your clit. You’re so wet that you can hear yourself gush every time his cock slides into you.

He kisses your neck. “You’re so fucking tight. I missed this cunt so much.”

“Really?” you ask and he nods. “Make me cum then.”

He smirks and spreads your legs out before grinding into you as hard as he can. Your weakness.

“Fuck yes,” you cry out.

He grabs onto the headboard. “Look at you, spread out for me like a good girl.”

You whimper, immediately being pushed into sub space.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks.

“Really really bad.” you look at him with wide eyes.

He kisses you softly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes yes please make me cum Heeseung,” you look him in the eyes. “Please?”

You were so sensitive that every thrust nearly sent you over the edge.

“Look who’s begging for it now.” he smirks and reaches down to circle your clit.

Your thighs begin to tremble as your nails dig into his back.

“F-fuck,” you stutter as you start to reach your high.

“Is my baby close?” he whispers and you nod vigorously. “Go on then, you’ll be good won’t you?”

You hold onto him for dear life as you cry out, nearly blacking out for a moment or two from the pleasure.

“That’s it,” he says lowly. “What a good slut.”

Your pussy pulsing around him makes his thrusts slower and deeper, reaching places that you’ve never felt before. He groans into your neck and you feel his cum fill your tight cunt up.

He kisses you slowly as he pulls out, letting his cum drip out of you.

“I really thought I was gonna dom today.” you say and he chuckles. “Maybe you’re just not built for it.” he jokes.

You giggle and punch him in the arm.

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luimagines · 3 years

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Might I request some slight angst? Like the reader has a crush on the boys but they see them with their Zelda (or closest female friend) and think they're a couple (when actually the Link in question is asking for advice on their feelings for the reader)?

Masterlist

Angst, angst, angst!

It may end up a bit closer to hurt/no comfort.... But I can do that. It's not my forte but I can do that.

Part 1 will include Time, Sky and Legend.

Content under the cut!

Time

“Thanks for taking the time to talk with me Malon.” Time sighs and cradles the steaming mug of coffee in his hands. It’s warm against his calluses and he hopes that he can get this over with before one of the boys (or worse, you) comes in to look for him.

“Any time Link.” She grins and sits across from him at the table. “What is it that you need?”

“I need advice.”

“Oh?”

“I... think I might have a... I’ve been thinking more about one of my traveling companions than I believe is appropriate and I don’t know what to do next or if I should do anything at all.” Time bites his lip and drinks a quick swig of hot drink.

It does little to actually calm his nerves and instead he burns his throat something fierce. But a distraction is a distraction and he takes it for what it is.

“Link, I think the word you’re trying to use is crush. You have a crush on one of them.” Malon smiles a little tensely. “We’ve already had this discussion on what a crush is a few years ago, remember?”

Time chokes on his own spit.

Yes, yes he remembers.

He avoided Malon for a while before he manned up and had that conversation with her and told her that he wasn’t interested no matter how flattered he was. He considers himself lucky that she was wiling to still be his friend- he wouldn’t know what he’d do without her.

“Can I ask who it is?” Malon tilts her head. “A few of your traveling companions might be a bit young for you, you know.”

“No- it’s not...” Time is quick to shoot them down. “Not them... It’s...”

Time takes another swig, trying to pay more attention in the dimming burn as he speaks. He murmurs your name at first, not wanting to meet Malon in the eye as he says it. But she doesn’t understand- he can tell. So despite the ever growing blush on his face, he says your name louder and Malon beams.

“Oh them!” She gasps with a small clap of her hands. “Oh Link that’s wonderful!”

She reaches over to place a hand on his. “Tell me all about them. What can I do to help?”

***

You were busy (along with the boys) tending to the ranch that Time has made you all stop at for the day. He said that it was his Hyrule and that the place belonged to a close friend of his. That you were safe and no doubt welcome on their land.

You took the work in stride.

It was hard and sun was hot, but if a little work was all it took to pay for a warm meal and roof over your head to sleep for the night then you’ll do with no complaints.

The others not so much but hey- that’s on them.

They can sleep in the barn for all you cared, you were going to do your part.

And if Time was a little more appreciative in the meantime...? Well... you suppose that it would just be a bonus.

You have to make a good impression on the people he cares about after all.

You hold the pitch fork over your head and rest the rod against your shoulder, draping your arms over it as you walk by the house. You were on your way to the stables to catch up with Twilight and figure out what needs to be done next when you spot something through the window to the house.

In your periphery- and you have no idea how you managed to see him- was Time, sitting at the table with the lady of the house in front of him.

You gulp a little come to a stop, trying to stay to the side and avoid being seen while you watch them through the glass.

It looks like they’re talking.

Nothing to be concerned about.

But then you see Time blush and curl ever so slightly in on himself.

He says something.

And Malon looks like she could jump over the moon.

She’s quick to place her hands over his and lean closer to him.

Time doesn’t push her away and instead gets the softest- dare you say, dreamiest look on his face when he finally looks up to meet her eyes.

He smiles.

It’s bright and it covers his entire face as one hands comes up from the cup to cover half of it.

He looks so happy.

Has he ever that happy when you’re with him?

It’s an arrow to your heart and you look away from the delicate moment to continue doing...

What were you doing again?

You feel the tears begin to pool in your eyes against your will because of course he would like her.

He’s known her longer.

She’s so pretty. She was drop dead gorgeous with bright flame like hair, and bright eyes and her figure would have been any man’s dream.

She has a house- has land- has a place for him and possible future children and then some.

Time’s the hero here- he could have anyone he wanted by title alone.

What do you have to offer him?

Nothing here- that’s for sure. You don’t even have a lot to offer if you were in your own home let alone his.

You gulp and try to steer clear from the boys less you want them to see your heart breaking and actually ask you what’s wrong.

You don’t try to wipe your tears away when you go to put the pitch fork away in the barn.

Maybe you’ll sleep here tonight instead of in the house with the boys...

You don’t want to intrude on the alone time he’s probably been looking forward to once you’ve arrived.

You don’t wipe away your tears.

Sky.

“Zelda, I’m telling you I don’t know what to do here!” Sky whispers in a panic as he nearly tears his hair out. “I can barely form a coherent sentence around them- how I supposed to go through with this?”

“And here I thought saving the world would have been your biggest problem.” She giggles slightly with a gentle hand on her mouth. “Just talk to them.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“They are... so good and nice and friendly... and in no way shape or form see me that way. And I just stutter and stumble my way other them and - oh god- they have to think I’m incompetent-”

“Link.” She smirks and walks up her childhood fiend, wrapping her hands around him. “Deep breaths, ok? You are a strong, capable and an intelligent young man. You saved our people- you saved me. And there’s a whole lot more good you’re going to do. I want to see you do it. And if that means you go through with this then so be it. But you actually have to do it.”

Sky hugs her back and takes a deep breath like he’s instructed. “Ok. Ok. You’re right. I’m going to look like an idiot in the process but you’re right.”

“I care about you and your happiness, you know that right?”

“Of course I do.”

“And you know I love you. right?”

“I love you too.”

“Good. Now, tell me all about them.” Zelda grin brightly as she pulls away. “We have to do this right and we only have one shot.”

***

You walked along the edge of Skyloft in an attempt to see beyond the clouds.

You can’t.

But that doesn’t stop from walking the perimeter regardless and trying to find a weak point in the cloud barrier. You also take the time to look around Skyloft and makes yourself acquainted with the place.

It’s smaller than you actually imagined it to be but it’s homey and you can see how it was able to produce someone as wonderful as Sky.

It’s nice.

You pass some of the others in the process and wave to them as you go- they look like they’re planning something with bombs, the edge of the island and a whole lot of rope.

If you walk a little faster away from them than your typical walking speed, that’s for you to know.

As you walk you come across a little alcove and climb through it out of curiosity.

It lifts you higher than you thought it would go and you mange to see Sky with a girl on the other side.

You try to remember who she is, or at least who she might be to Sky, what she might mean to him...

It hits you like a brick.

That’s Zelda.

The first Zelda.

The Hylia herself Zelda.

Your heart plummets at the sight of them alone together and you nearly fall over the rock at the thought of why they might be alone.

Zelda places her hands on Sky’s shoulder, talking to him sternly without hesitation and Sky smiles a little despite himself.

You can’t hear them and you know it would be rude of you to do this, but your morbid curiosity pushes you further and you crawl down.

Glutton for punishment you suppose.

“Ok. Ok. You’re right. I’m going to look like an idiot in the process but you’re right.” You hear Sky say. It’s a bit muffled and you have to strain yourself to hear it clearly but you don’t want to go further and out of your hiding spot in case they see you.

You look around the corner and see them hugging, tightly and with familiarity of comfort.

Right... childhood friends... and she’s so pretty too.... Man how can you compete with that?

“I care about you and your happiness, you know that right?” You hear her say. You gulp and try to fight your rising heart rate. You’re starting to breath a little heavier and have to cup your hand over your mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the sound.

“Of course I do.” Sky says.

“And you know I love you. right?” She says with no shame.

“I love you too.” Sky responds.

It’s the final nail on the coffin.

With tears now pouring down your face, you run away from them, from the alcove, from the boys by the edge of the island.

There’s not a lot of spaces to hide but you do find a spot behind the wall just on the other side of the island and hide yourself behind it.

You let yourself cry and try to take comfort from the little animals that come to see you out of their own curiosity.

Of course he’s with her.

Of course he’s taken.

Of course he doesn’t see you that way.

Why did you think he ever would?

Legend

“Zel, I’m not going to do this. You’re wrong. There’s nothing going on between us.” Legend sighs and runs his hands harshly through his hair.

“I beg to differ.” She rolls her eyes and flicks his forehead.

“Ow.”

“You’re blushing just thinking about them.” She crosses her arms. “Just admit to yourself you like them, I’m not asking you to confess to them...”

“Ok well-”

“Yet.”

“Zelda!” Legend jumps and rips his hat off. “I’m not- I just- I give up. I’m a lost cause. It’s never going to happen. I’m going to die alone and no one is going to remember me when I die.”

Zelda sighs and shakes her head, an amused smile on her face. “You’re not a lost cause. There’s a lot of ways this can go wrong but I promise you, not in the ways I’m sure you’re imagining.”

“I love the vote of confidence.” He sulks and drops into a squat and holds his head in his hands.

“Link. I love you as my brother but you’re one of the most dramatic people I know.” She laughs.

“Zelda... I really like them.... What do I do?” Legend looks up with what can only be described as despair on his face.

“Well, you can try and do something for them or maybe get them something small that lets them know you’re thinking about them..” She offers. “What do they like?”

***

It’s not everyday that you find yourself inside the Hyrule Castle, let alone in a different Hyrule entirely.

It’s nice.

Different.

But nice.

You might be lost though.

Your group was allowed to explore for the time being as Legend tried to figure out what was needed to be done and where you would need to be situated.

You were lost though.

There were so many hallways and doors and turns that took little to no time at all to disorient and confuse you.

At some point you end up on a balcony and you go to lean on the railing. It over looks a beautiful garden with a rose hedge maze.

From the height that you stand, you can see Legend and Zelda talking in one of the corners of the maze, seemingly walking together, shoulder to shoulder, close and friendly.

You feel yourself tense a little and your grip on the railing tightens until your knuckles turn white.

It’s fine.

They’re friends, right? Legend did say that he needed to talk to the princess.

So they’re talking. No biggie.

Zelda then smiles brightly and wraps her arm around Legend’s shoulder before leaning over and ducking closer to his face.

Did she just kiss him?

He doesn’t push her away.

Your heart plummets and you turn away from the view, placing your hand over your mouth in shock. You gulp and turn back after a moment of digesting what you just saw.

Legend looks a little more miffed, running his hands through his hair and shaking it roughly. Zelda shakes her head and flicks him on the forehead. They interact with familiarity and you can see that they’re closer than Legend wanted the group to know.

Were they together?

Was it taboo?

You look away again and leave the balcony, wanting to get away from the place as quick as you could.

Away from the garden.

Away from the princess.

Away from Legend.

He probably wanted to be alone with her for a reason- to keep it all a secret and not let it get out.

How could you stand a chance against the princess of all people? Someone that would share his position in history- a part of his trauma and adventure and shares those moments with him. Not to mention to social status and the fact that she’s already in his own Hyrule.

He deserves more than what you could give him.

He deserves to be happy.

You hope that she can give that to him.

Part 2

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #linked universe

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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So if you want

Polylostboys x reader x star (micheal too if you want)

Blood

Smut

Loose morals

And you be you

That's it that's my ask

OOOOOH we love a poly!lost boys + Star & Michael/reader ask!! This is gonna be a fem!reader as we discussed, and since I was basically given free-reign here, here's an idea that's been in my head since Oh, Loverboy!!

First Time For Everything (Poly!Lost Boys + Star & Michael/Fem!Reader)***

Warnings: 18+, smut, hand-jobs, fingering, blow-jobs, vaginal sex, reader is afab, sexual experimentation for Michael, initiation for Michael, switch Michael, Paul/Reader/Dwayne, Marko/Star, David/Michael, blood mention/description, consensual blood drinking, slight ooc for Star, implied same universe as my fic oh loverboy,

Word Count: 1756

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for you to hang out in the cave. It was where most of your partners lived, and where you practically lived, so you ended up being there more often than not. You even had a bed, which you were currently sprawled out on.

It wasn't unusual for one of the boys to be between your legs, kissing down your neck while another held your face and stole your lips. When you felt Pauls hands reach for the waistband of your bottoms, you lifted your hips to help shimmy them off. And when you felt his fingers rub you through your panties, his hips tilting forward as if searching for the wetness he felt, you let out a shuddering moan against Dwaynes lips and fisted the sleeves of his jacket.

You could feel his lips turn upwards into a smile, the hand on your jaw giving it a gentle squeeze in response. Paul wasn't nearly as patient as Dwayne was, and it didn't take long for his fingers to run through your folds, pushing two in to the first knuckle before your mind had time to catch up.

It wasn't unusual for Star to be sitting on one of the boys' laps, a thigh between her legs and hands holding her hips down as he grinded his thigh up. She was holding onto the long strands of Markos golden blonde hair, moaning into his mouth as he ground her down onto the leather of his chaps.

His grip was hard and firm, moving her hips as the heat between her thighs grew and grew. Her hands moved, from his neck to his chest to the roughness of his jacket. Almost as if she was searching for the friction she needed.

When they finally landed on his belt, Marko nipped at her bottom lip. Nearly hard enough to draw blood. His eyes were heavy and hooded, and he bit his own lip before lifting his hips for her to continue. Her fingers were long and nimble, and they worked the belt of his chaps open with ease before she set for the button of his jeans.

The only out of the ordinary occurrence was Michael, who had the hair at the back of his neck fisted and made a noise just a tad too close to a whine when David yanked it. Though, you supposed, there was a first time for everything.

David was holding him tight, in danger of crushing Michaels half-vampire bones under his hands in a fight for dominance that Michael was quickly proving to be losing. But Michael still tried, and it only egged David on more. He wanted him to listen to him like the rest, let him lead. Maybe Michaels defiance wasn't even intentional.

Michael just knew that he liked to go slow, liked to be thorough, and that his attempts to touch and pet at the platinum haired blonde only earned him a tug that sent blood south. He tried to smooth a hand down his neck, run a hand down his chest. It only earned him a tug at the back of his head, and for David's other gloved hand to cup the side of his throat. For David to press closer, harder, so much so that he was nearly on top of him. And Michael couldn't find it in him to mind. Even if his grip was starting to hurt.

Dwayne had done Paul the favor of unzipping his white football pants and reaching inside them. He stroked him slowly, even if Paul jerked his hips up into the circle of his hand. It was a mess of hands, and Paul had to push himself up, lean on his other arm, to give Dwayne space to reach between the pair of you.

Paul mouthed at your lips sloppily, his focus elsewhere as Dwayne coaxed him to follow his rhythm. It was slow and steady, the twist and curl of his fingers inside of you. It left you breathless, and you could hear Paul's breath hitch when Dwayne commented,

"You're doing so good, Paul." And you were surprised the blonde hadn't melted right then and there.

Star stroked him, having licked and spit into her hand to slick her motions. Marko had let his head roll back for a second, the back of his head touching the couch as he focused on the feeling. But he was quick to regain himself, and pulled his head up to draw her back into a hurried kiss.

He yanked up her skirt, reaching to pull her undergarments down and give her the same treatment. She moaned into his mouth, letting the boy push her back to stand so he could tear her undergarments down her legs before pulling her back into his lap to straddle his hips.

When Star sunk onto the blonde, he held her. She'd moved so her thighs hugged his hips, one arm around his shoulder while the other positioned him inside her. He had an arm around her waist and a hand reaching up to the back of her shoulder, holding her close and steady as she adjusted to the size of him. When he finally began to move, she'd let out a soft sound, a gasp that was stolen by the air, before Marko sealed his lips over hers.

David had pushed Michaels shirt up his chest as he leaned him back on the bed. He'd, for a quick moment, had ghosted over the muscle of his abdomen, before holding his side and smoothing his hand down to his hip. David gave his hip a squeeze, grinding his thigh down and feeling Michael stifle a moan against his lips. It made a smile creep up his face as he kissed the brunette, and David wondered just how long he should tease him.

He rolled the thought over in his mind, even as his hand moved from his hip to palm him through his jeans. They'd already fallen behind the others. David could hear Stars breathy gasps, the moans that Paul didn't bother to try to keep quiet, and your own quieter ones. He heard a tear, and he wondered which one of you had just gotten some of your clothes torn off.

But David was brought back to the present when Michael reached for him. When he drew him close to roll his hips up into his hand. David squeezed him through his jeans, and relished in the sound that Michael made. His grin only grew, and David pulled away to see the growing flush on Michaels face. The dazed look in his eye.

David watched as Michaels eyes moved from him, flicked over at the sound of a cry. David looked as well, greeted by the sight of Paul slipping inside you. One of your legs was pulled up around his waist, the other held back by Dwaynes helping hand. The brunette was adjusting, moving. The pair watched as he pulled himself up, sat back on his knees, and went to undo the zipper of his jeans. But David's attention was caught by something else.

The smell of blood.

It had followed a quiet "yes", and David would've almost missed it completely if the smell hadn't hit him. David's eyes flicked to find the source, and he was rewarded by the sight of Star digging into Marko neck. Her shirt had been ripped off and discarded, as he could tell by the exposed expanse of her back, and she was trembling in Markos arms as she drank through his thrusts. She was holding the back of his head, her fingers carding through his hair and cupping the back of his neck. David watched as Marko ran a hand over her own thick, curly hair, and how it only took a single tug for her to dislodge. He kissed her, blood smearing from her mouth to his.

David saw that the sight, and the smell, had caught Michaels attention as well. His eyes were watching the sight, a hint of yellow peaking behind them as David was sure his own thirst was begging to be satiated. David peeled open his jeans, digging a hand inside to wrap around Michaels hardness. He was hot and heavy in his hand, and the brunette dragged his attention back to the platinum blonde. Even if David could see the beginning of his vampire face starting to slip. Michael rolled his hips up into David's hand, asking for more and David leaned down to press a kiss to Michaels mouth.

It seemed to catch everyone's attention. Like the first domino in a line, it set off the others. The clap of Paul's hips against yours got faster and faster, the wet sound of Dwaynes dick down your throat almost being muffled by it. David could hear another gasp, albeit muffled, and he recognized the sound of your voice. When the smell of blood filled the air again, David thought that they were almost being cruel to the brunette.

He pulled away to glance over, to put a picture to the sound, and he wasn't surprised to see Paul biting just above your breast. When another wave hit the air, David saw Markos vampiric features peek over Stars shoulder. He nearly wanted to sigh, to shake his head and laugh. Like the bridge and the campfire, this was another initiation for Michael to pass. To see if he would fit inside the world they'd created. And it seemed that the others didn't plan on leaving any part of that life out.

Michael was closing his eyes, and it was difficult to tell what urge he was fighting. The urge to cum or the urge to drink. David pulled himself up, moving to sit on his knees instead of laying besides the other. He pulled his glove off with his teeth, and he tossed it away.

"Michael," He started, trying to draw the brunettes eyes to open. He continued when they did. He held his wrist out to him, hoping that the brunette would be smart enough to piece together what he was offering by himself. It seemed he was, and it barely took a second before Michael was pulling him closer by it and digging his fangs into the flesh of his wrist. He let out a small hiss at the pain, but it barely lasted a second. "There you go, Michael." David praised, and, silently, David knew that, no matter how else the night went, Michael had passed.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys david #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #michael the lost boys #the lost boys michael #star the lost boys #the lost boys star #the lost boys x reader

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momoshin · 3 years

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wrapped in lace — ryujin

you’d think coming home after long hours of running and making content would knock the two of you right out. but you were hoping it did just the opposite, you made sure the car driving you and the girls gets there first, needing to make sure everything was still in place from how you left it before starting your day (and to be able to change into what you had planned) ryujin gets home with the others as soon as you sit down to take a breath. they all know what you have planned, they’re just here for support before they smoothly make an exit.

“you guys got here fast” ryujin points it out and kisses your lips hello like she hadn’t just done that before going into the separate cars (which she complained about for half an hour). she hands you a smoothie, and you quickly notice she’s the other only member with one in her hands.

“ryujin you literally spent twenty minutes thinking of what smoothie to get your girlfriend” yuna rolls her eyes, making the other four laugh at the birthday girl who slightly blushes and shrugs.

“oooooh” lia cheers, interrupting your girlfriend’s soft, sort of questioning stare at you and causing the two of you to look at her, also catching the other three peeking in the room, yuna trying to squeeze her way in between the unnies. “actually we’re going to go eat, call us if you want anything, have funnn”

and just like that, the door is closed. you can hear their steps and what yuna thought was whispers ��that’s so romantic!!’ ‘ryujin unnie’s probably going to cry’ ‘when did y/n unnie have the time to do all of that?’ that just caused a smile to break into your lips.

“when did you do all of this?” her jaw is open so wide, she’s going to catch flies soon.

“i can’t tell you my secrets” you scoff, a warm, loving smile on your lips as you approached her and dared to wrap your arms around her waist after taking her cross body and setting it on the floor. “do you like it?”

“i love it” she pecks your lips a couple of times, and through all of them you can easily feel the smile that she displayed because of the surprise “can we open presents now?”

“yes baby” the way her voice sounded like an excited kid on christmas morning, and her eyes were so bright, her smile? it melts your heart and you find yourself feeling more love for her than you thought possible.

it’s all pure from there. her pure gasps and smiles or even giggles every times she opens a present and remembers you asking detailed yet questions vague enough for her to not have a clue of the reason behind it.

“where’s the button?” you’ve found yourselves messing around with the new film camera, your girlfriend too excited to leave it for tomorrow like she would’ve said to hide how much she wanted to play with it.

“it says here-“ you begin to read the manual of instructions, and it only takes you a few seconds in to see the blinding light of the flash. “ryujin!”

“found it” she smiles, the two of you giggling softly in the moment. “im keeping this” she smiles, looking at the developing picture of you in what she thinks is your prettiest version, “thank you baby” it's a little muffled against your lips that she keeps kissing and pecking in hopes it helps her express how grateful she is.

"i have one more gift for you" your words too are muffled against her lips, and as soon as she sits back up you look for the red bow you had placed somewhere around the room and stick it right on the top of your head "ta-da"

"oh?" she smiles, opening her arms for you to walk into. she watches you put up your finger as if telling her to wait for you, and undo the zipper of your jacket, letting her catch the red, delicate lace adorning your body. "oh" she's in utter shock, like she hasn't ever seen you like this even though it's a regular occurrence "c'mere, please"

the bow inevitably falls off your head when she pulls you to her by the waist, running her hands all over your body, drinking you in. "is this new?"

"mhm" your hand wraps around the back of her head, keeping eye contact with her as she presses soft kisses to the skin of your tummy that wasn't covered by the lingerie set "got it just for today"

"well. i love it" she smiles "almost want to fuck you in it"

"who said you'd be doing the fucking?" your hands cup her face and bring it up to look at you, thumbs grazing against her lips, her pretty, pink lips that you loved so much "lay down for me?"

she trusts you enough to just go with it, and you easily move the gifts from the bed to the night stand. so she had more space in the bed and nothing broke. your hands run all over her uncovered torso by her crop top, and soon, you found your hands kneading and squeezing at her tits. hums and whispers coming out of her lips.

your legs move on their own to get you in bed, between her legs so your hands could do their thing and undo her jeans, her chuckle when you peck her stomach just like she did yours a few minutes ago rings in your ears beautifully. reminding you how lucky you are to have her, that she’s yours and you’re hers.

“i love you” you whisper against her lips when you’ve come back up, sitting on her lap with your hands on the end of her shirt to slowly remove it. “like, i’m in love with you ryujin” you stop your kisses to look at her, look for a reaction. she takes time. to control her breathing and process the words that had just come out of your mouth, her eyes are glossy and her hand runs through your hair gently.

“i’m in love with you too” she whispers after what feels like has been forever, but only has been seconds. her voice is so small and broken, she is so in love with you, it hurts her to think about it.. everything about you makes her feel in heaven.

your smile is so big though, you weren’t expecting her to not say it back, but it felt good to actually hear it. her lips find yours now, and the kiss starts so soft, slow, telling each how much you felt for the other, and its like that for some time, tongues dancing and all. but then her hands start going down to your ass, and you don’t have it in you to stay put when she moves your hips for you, her naked thighs rubbing against your clothed core in delicious ways.

“don’t take it off” she whispers as soon as she sees you sit up in her lap, and her fingers soon loop around the flimsy, tiny part covering your crotch. she thinks about putting it to the side and just watching like this, but then again something about using her strength on or for you makes her feel in control, so she does just that. tears it right off of you.

“ryujin?!” you whine. hands on her naked shoulders as you stare at your thong in her fingers.

“don’t make me gag you with it” she spits, and at the sound of her voice so deep; you whimper, specially when she runs her thumb up and down your clit, eliciting a few gasps out of you too. you try to, with all your inner strength, pull away from her hand, but instead position yourself so your legs could cross with hers. your cunts both fitting together like puzzle pieces. “fuck”

she’s been under you many times before. but the sight before you is so different from those times, she’s biting her lip, eyes half closed, her nipples perked up already, hands on your waist to control you moving, she’s groaning and grunting in such sinful ways too, making you wetter than before and easier for the two of you to move.

she’s closed her eyes when you, still riding her, stretch your arm enough to take the new camera in your hands, she doesn’t even open her eyes when you put a hand on her stomach in a more possesive way than anything, she only does so when she hears the click of the camera shooting the sight in front of it: your cunt glued to hers, your hand spread on her toned abdomen as if to tell anyone who saw the lewd image that she was yours.

she bites her lips at her own sight, you on top, the red lace that she’d yet to rip off your body hugging you so beautifully, your hair down your shoulders and back, you waiting for the polaroid to develop with your teeth digging into your bottom lip. but most importantly the sight of your pussy against hers. the noises you two made, how it felt. she feels dizzy already.

“you better not show that to anyone. specially the girls” she warns, her legs opening wider to give you more space for an advantage of getting the perfect angle between the two of you “fffuck, do that again”

“that?” she wonders if this is how you feel when she starts getting cocky. because you certainly are as you roll your hips over and over again like you had for the few last seconds. you don’t stop asking until she groans out a yes, fingers so tight around the skin of your hips that you were worried she was going to bruise you. “and i don’t know. i think jisu unnie might find it hot, don’t you?”

suddenly, you feel her breath so much closer to your lips than you remember her being, your covered nipples against her naked, hard ones, her hand fully tangled in your hair, pulling well enough to make you hiss and whimper into her lips “im not playing with you y/n” she groans “anyone else sees your pussy and it’s over for you”

“what are you gonna do?” you’re teasing her with your smile, and she hates it so much. how can you be so brave when she’s got you so vulnerable right on her cunt??

“you don’t want to find out.” her hand wraps around you to slap your ass so, so hard, you’re worried for her hand. “why are you being such a whore right now, am i not enough for you?” you’re not responding, just looking at her with your brattiest expression and hoping it pisses her off. not enough for this tight pussy?” she draws a gasp from you when she says the words ‘tight pussy’ because at that same time she’s pushed a finger into you from behind

she smiles against your lips when you muffle something against hers, not finding in you to make actual words and sentences.

“what’s that princess? i didn’t quite catch it” she smirks, kissing your lips and nose so soft as if she didn’t have a whole finger inside you at the same time

“im kidding. im sorry. im sorry” your eyes are shut closed, your clit throbbing and so is your head from all the sensations you’re experiencing right now.

“you’re so easy to handle” she chuckles. not meant to be endearing at all but degrading. “make me cum baby, fuck yourself on my fingers and make me cum. can you do that for me?” she pushes two more inside you just in time.

“yes. yes i can. yes.” you moan and shake when trying to lift yourself off her chest, and she takes the opportunity with the hand that wasn’t inside you, to free your tits out of the lace holding them away from her. you maneuver your hips to be able to sit on her fingers fully, all three of them buried to the hilt, but to be able to rub her clit with yours when you thrust back up.

“so good for me baby.” your girlfriend kisses from your jaw, to your neck, to your chest, always leaving bites soft enough to not mark any part of you. she watches you all along, loving the way small gasps, whimpers and moans all escape your lips that couldnt seem to close unlike your eyes. your eyes had been shut tight for a few minutes now, not being able to look anywhere or even at her.

the heat in your stomach starts growing, but you can’t and won’t cum without her. even if it meant holding it for however long you needed to. “are you close daddy?”

“yeah baby, almost there” ryujin kisses your sweaty cheeks and lifts her head up as much as she can to kiss your swollen lips. “you can cum, you have my permission” she brushes your hair out of your face with her free hand, pecking your lips once again as she watches your face contort in pleasure

“i w-wanna wait for y-you” you return her kisses as you can, in your vulnerable state. and she keeps grunting and moaning against your lips and even going so far as to lift her hips against yours because she just wants to see and feel you shaking on top of her so bad. so bad. “please. please.”

“go ahead princess, cum.., ff-fuck-k im c-cumming-h” her eyes roll to the back of her head, your highs are so hard that you can almost hear ringing in your ears. and the few seconds that you have over her as she still handles her orgasm, you use to kiss all over her jaw and cheeks while still rolling your hips against her.

“happy birthday baby” you whisper after a long while of the two of you looking at each other in silence and attempting to regain your breath, it causes her to giggle and cover her face with her hand at the thought of the two of you engaging in such filthy activities a few minutes ago and you being so soft and loving right after

“thank you my love, for everything” one of her hands runs her nails up and down your back as she watches you blush and smile at her. “how much time do we have left?”

“like an hour max” you whisper after looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand. “why”

“there’s one more thing i want to try”

#gif credits; ryudaeng #itzy smut #kpop smut #my stuff #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #ryujin smut #ryujin x reader #happy ryujin day :)

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lizzybeth1986 · 2 years

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The Stars (Are Out Tonight)

Book: Perfect Match 1

Pairing: Sloane Washington & F!Hayden Young (platonic), mentions of Basil (M!MC) x F!Hayden (black), hints of Basil (M!MC) x Sloane.

Rating: G

Summary: A set of drabbles exploring Sloane and Hayden's (later, Sage) first weeks together as roommates and friends. Many constellations and asterisms (and one planet!) ahead!

Word Count: 4,064

(Faceclaims:

Sloane Washington: Nelly Muse

Hayden Young: Lupita Nyong'o)

Ursa Major

She doesn't know you don't know each other. She doesn't know you don't know each other.

Sloane knew this wouldn't be easy. She's seen Hayden in every way possible, from the moment she was nothing but coding on a computer and wires inside a mould - has seen this girl develop layer on layer in front of her own eyes. She's called her by her Match code. She's seen Hayden glitch and her systems break down, more than once. She's heard her "maintenance mode" voice: blank, robotic, devoid of emotion. A far cry from the animated, carefree woman walking around her flat today like it's her space too, acting like they've been living together for years.

It's like bringing her work home, only her work isn't allowed to know that it's work.

"Sloane lemme see if this time I get these constellations right," Hayden tells her, looking at the chart on Sloane's bedroom wall. "Big Dipper, right?"

Sloane frowns. This sounds like stuff I'd code into a Logical Match.

Hayden laughs. "Probably the only constellation I know. It's my mom's -"

"- favourite." Sloane's voice comes out in a hushed whisper, her eyes wide.

The hardest part of building her first ever Match, was embedding the memories. Sloane didn't talk to a lot of people. She didn't have a well of stories to choose from. So when it was time to give her assigned project a childhood, she had to dig through her own memories and embellish them, trying to imagine what her own mother would do with a child so utterly unlike her.

"Yeah!" Hayden turns to her, still smiling. "Wait, have I told you that before?"

She just didn't realize how much of her mother she'd incorporated in there. What else is there? Mom's famed gin-chamomile tea? The way Sloane's friends would dub her "Momma Bear" for her affection and fierce hugs? The way she used to call her only kid "best child across galaxies"?

The way she once pointed to the sky, pointed to the Big Dipper, insisted Sloane learn the verses of "Follow the Drinking Gourd"*, by heart, and commit its history and meaning to memory too?

But already Hayden's mind is going in a different direction, telling her stories about her own single mother. Tales from Sloane's own childhood, coming out of a stranger's mouth. Sloane tries not to wince.

Canis Major

"Sloane!" Hayden has just returned to her flat from her morning walk, sweating and out-of-breath, holding a brown and white (and rather smelly) bundle in her hands, "look who came to say hello today."

The bundle's fur is ragged, crusted with mud, but its eyes are lit up and its tail is wagging furiously from side to side. Sloane just isn't prepared for the way it jumps onto her lap.

"Agh!" She yells in a panic, her blood already rushing to her head, "Get it off! Get it off!"

It's doing nothing besides licking her face, really, but these frissons of fear and invaded space aren't exactly allowing her to think.

Hayden is amazingly calm as she coaxes the bundle away. "Shh, shh. Down, girl...down. C'mon. Good girl. I've got you biscuits." Her voice is warm and soothing, like cinnamon-spiced hot cocoa. Quite unlike her usual, bouyant enthusiasm.

Sloane lets out a deep, shuddering breath, allowing all that nervous energy to slowly subside. She's surprised how good Hayden has gotten at this in just a week: at figuring out when Sloane needs space and how to handle her panic attacks. And I'm supposed to be her Field Tech, not the other way around!

Later, much later, with the dog nestled in Hayden's arms at the opposite end of the room and Sloane settled enough to listen, Hayden asks if they can keep the dog in their home.

Sloane begins to open her mouth to say no, then stops. How could she have forgotten that list Cecile passed on to her before they'd started building? From the very loaded client whose cousin was already dating Match #103.

Musician...Polyglot...Masseuse...

Animal lover.

And (according to their notes) Mr Park seems to be more of a dog person.

Client #327, you have a lot to answer for.

Tiredly, Sloane nods. If she has to get used to the idea of keeping a dog at home rather than a cat, she'd better start now.

"So what dyou want to name her?"

Hayden bites her lip, her gaze moving from the dog's ears to her fur to her eager tongue, poking out in expectation. "She belongs to you too. Do you have something in mind?"

Sloane grimaces. She knows Hayden means well, but questions like these always make her feel like she's been put in a spot. Never ask me a question that requires me to choose! I'm steeped in indecisiveness! In her mind, she gropes around blindly for a canine-appropriate name. Any name.

"Uh...I'm not sure. Sirius? Wait...no...that wouldn't work." The dog's ears perk up and her tail moves faster, but she doesn't make a move towards Sloane. For that Sloane's already grateful.

Hayden's eyes soften as she turns her gaze towards the dog again. She grins widely, almost as if the best idea ever has just come to her.

"What about Dipper?"

She draws in a sharp breath. The dog's tail wags even faster this time, almost as if in approval. "Dipper??"

"That's a memory we shared, right? Now we're sharing this little mutt too."

Sloane cannot name the warmth that spreads through her at Hayden's words, nor can she pinpoint what it is about that dog that makes it easier for her to share with her, this space. All she knows is that if her mother were here, she'd be happy that her Trudy's in good hands.

Dipper, she hugs the words to herself as she allows the brown-furred, black-nosed bundle to explore her new home, Little Dipper.

Altair and Vega

There were a lot of things Sloane was taught to expect with Hayden's first Big Date with Client #327. From her boss, from her colleagues, from office gossip. Unnatural eye dilation, quickened breaths, distracted behaviour. A need to bring up mentions of that person in normal conversation.

Whatever she's been told, doesn't seem to hold a candle to what she's seeing in Hayden now.

She returned home yesterday in a brand new dress - a lovely black-pink silk ensemble - her beautiful hair a little dishevelled from the rain. Sloane could practically feel the change in her: the electric charge in the air...the way her eyes darted around as if Mr Park could still be around, in their home...how uncharacteristically quiet she was being...the way she'd let slip something he said or did during their date in the middle of a conversation.

Sloane suggests their first-ever documentary night the next day. Well...at least to Sloane it is - to Hayden this is just their weekend ritual.

She picks out Stargazing: A Graphic Guide to the Heavens tonight, an old favourite. It's the only DVD that hasn't been worn for over-use right now, and it's one she loves for how soothing the narrator's voice is, how straight-to-the-point its script is. She wonders if this choice won't prove too boring for Hayden.

"In Ursa Major, two stars point to the fifth brightest star in the heavens, Vega. Vega dominates Lyra, the constellation of the harp..."

"Vega..." Hayden echoes, her voice suddenly sounding miles away, "Vega."

Sloane tenses, again, remembering their first day in this flat together. But I don't have any memories about this star.

"He told me a story on the way back to his flat," she whispers, then clears her throat on seeing the confusion in Sloane's face. "Basil. Basil Park. My date from last night."

Sloane slowly lets out the breath she'd been holding. Hayden didn't need to introduce him like that, given how often she's talked about him in the space of a single day. It's almost like she enjoys even just the sound of his name.

"What did he say?"

"He showed me the Summer Triangle in the sky when we were walking back. Pointed out Altair and Vega...and that other star. I forgot its name."

Sloane bites her lip in a urge to stop her laugh. How like Hayden to process only the stuff that seemed important in the moment, and discard the rest - even in her present love-dazed state! "Deneb."

"Yeah, yeah, Deneb," she dismisses the name with a casual wave of the hand, "Anyway...Altair and Vega. He told me there was a whole festival back home in Seoul dedicated to them. Chilseok, he called it." Hayden lets out yet another of those dreamy sighs. "It's...quite a romantic story, to be honest."

The documentary drones on in the background, but neither Sloane nor Hayden are listening any longer. Hayden's tale is too riveting - of love won and lost, of lovers separated by a river of stars and reunited by a bridge of magpies and crows, compelled by the power of their grief. Sloane wants to cry for the way the two can only cross the Milky Way once a year, but the fact that they're given this one day at least warms her a little inside.

Sure, she's has heard of many interpretations from around the world of different celestial wonders, but not many spun with the magic and the hope of the Ox Herder-Weaver tale. Not the way Hayden is describing it to her, which was doubtless the way Mr Park weaved that tale to Hayden.

She tells Sloane about how they shared their first kiss just minutes after he shared that story, and Sloane feels a painful, unsettling weight in her chest. The story of Gyeonwu and Jiknyeo is just a story, just a way to insert meaning into heavenly objects light years away...it shouldn't make her stomach want to dissolve into a puddle at her feet. She's had her fair share of relationships, dated and been in love enough times for romantic tales like this one to no longer matter. But it does.

And Sloane doesn't like the fact that she doesn't know why.

Pegasus

Fifteen minutes pass as Sloane waits by the river. Twenty. Thirty. It's the Saturday after Hayden's trip-gone-wrong at Cedar Rest, and Sloane can already feel how clammy her hands have become from dread. Hayden promised to be back from a party in time for their weekly trip to Hudson River Planetarium, and she's now late by half an hour.

Sloane doesn't want to face the possibility of going to the planetarium alone.

But who can blame Hayden? She's settled in to New York and the city life, far far better than any of them had envisioned. She's a vibrant, lively woman, with no dearth of friends and a great social life. Most of all, she has a man like Basil. Who'd want to hang out with little ol' me when they have all that?

Sloane lets out a sigh. Basil. That's the other thing eating away at her. Even though she's seen him only three times, his face is imprinted in her brain. And she just can't stop thinking about him. His sharp jawline...his aqualine nose...his serene, yet piercing gaze...that lopsided smile that she sometimes dreams is only meant for her...her stomach dips downwards at the sheer memory of him. Both from desire and from guilt.

Deep breaths, Sloane reminds herself. Half of this is her own fault - look at you, she chides herself, pining away for no reason. You were the one who started all this. You were never meant to be the person they'd love, the woman they'd belong to. You're supposed to bring them together, not stand in the way!

Unbidden, an old poem emerges from the depths of her not-always-reliable memory.

The Moon and Pleaides have set -

Half the Night is gone.

Time passes.

I sleep alone.

Sloane looks up at the night sky, swallowing. But it isn't the seven sisters she sees tonight - it's the Great Square. The asterism nestled deep within Pegasus.

Fitting, she thinks bitterly. She knows the stories revolving around the horse-shaped constellation - the winged beast of the heavens who carries Zeus' thunderbolts. The horse that ascended, alone, to the skies, leaving behind the rider that came with him to his death. The gods would probably call Pegasus a hero, and his companion Bellerophon an arrogant man who deserved the end he met. And maybe, on any other day, Sloane would agree.

But now, shivering from the dread of being left behind, she can't help but wonder how much it would hurt to be left behind by someone you trusted, without a second glance.

"Hffh...hffh...Sloane!"

Sloane looks down at ripples on the river, preparing to straighten herself and get back home. She barely notices the voice huffing behind her.

"SLOANE!" she now hears a faint echo from the distance, "SLOANE. I'M HERE."

She jumps back, startled, then holds the rails for support. "Hayden??"

She pants and puffs all the way to Sloane, bending over and holding her knees when she's reached to her side. "Sorry....left... home...late".

Sloane sucks in a deep breath. "But...the party?"

"Couldn't go...bad headache. Called them and told them no."

"What! Then you should've told me! I'd have cancelled!" That weight of guilt on her chest gets heavier. All that time Sloane was fearing Hayden wouldn't want her around anymore...and somehow it was her that Hayden chose to run to, not those new friends. Not even her boyfriend, who somehow Sloane also wants.

Maybe...maybe a friend like me deserves to be left behind, she thinks as she feels the pinprick of tears in her eyes.

"That's bullshit," Hayden whispers fiercely, enveloping Sloane in a hug. "Don't ever believe a word of that, you hear me?"

It's only then that Sloane realizes she's said that treacherous thought out loud.

"Why not?" Sloane hiccups in her arms.

"Because you're you. You're the best, you're the smartest, you're the funniest, you're the most loveable girl I know." Hayden gives her a tired but roguish grin, one that Sloane knows would look warmer and more open if her neural core wasn't malfunctioning so badly right now, giving Hayden what she clearly thinks are headaches. "And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who thinks so. I know at least one other person who'll agree with me."

Sloane opens her mouth to ask who, but Hayden ushers her in the direction of the planetarium before she can even get the words out.

Behind them, and a little bit away from the Pegasus constellation, the stars of the Big Dipper twinkle a little brighter in the sky.

Orion

At night, when Hayden thinks she's asleep, Sloane switches her off. Her circuitry glows a bright blue in the darkness, reminding Sloane of fireflies. She works slowly, cautiously, fearfully, even though she knows there isn't a chance in hell Hayden will hear anything when she's offline.

Half an hour later, Sloane sinks into their sofa, still struggling to accept the truth.

Extreme damage. Her neural processing system...her power core...there's varying degrees of damage in so many places inside Hayden, that Sloane can't even decide from where she should begin fixing.

She knows what this means. Code Red. The point of no return. The point where they will rip away a Match from their environment, their Handlers, the partners who chose them - stage hospital emergencies, strap them to beds, tamper with their minds.

Not even Steve Tennyson's condition was this bad...and his F.T. Robert still handled him over to Cecile like he was a faulty piece of equipment. Which...well, until a couple of weeks ago, Sloane would have believed he was.

Until she met Hayden.

It's Robert's behaviour that amazes her now. Yes, he was never Steve's father - just his Field Technician masquerading as one - but did he really feel nothing as he left Steve to be repurposed, broken down, forced into another personality? Not a single thing? Is that how everyone feels about the Match they're meant to protect and support? Does Cecile really think they're that disposable?

Just the thought of it makes her sick.

She scans Hayden's face as she begins work again. She looks so beautiful like this, skin smooth as satin, her eyelashes resting prettily on her cheeks, her hair almost falling into her eyes. Like a sleeping Renaissance woman. Often in her sleep, she's heard Hayden mumble out names. Basil, often. Mom, too. Sloane, a lot. Hayden has never seen her as just a roommate, or just an acquaintance. In just a few weeks of staying here, she was ready to make her her family.

Absently, she runs a thumb over Hayden's knuckles. So innocent...so trusting...and more human than any of them could imagine ever being. Some days Sloane can't even bear to look at her without wanting to break down and tell her the whole truth.

Dipper comes in from the kitchen, and settles in around Sloane's ankles. She nuzzles at the base of her foot, whining. Funny - less than a week ago Sloane would have protested this invasion of her space...but now she's just grateful for any touch, any solidarity, from the one living being in this house.

"Don't worry, pup," Sloane tells her, distractedly rubbing under the dog's ears. Only Dipper notices the stubborn set of her jaw as she whispers the words: "If they're gonna try anything to harm her, those fuckers will have to get past me."

Dipper yelps in approval at the involuntary cussing. Doubtless Hayden's influence.

There's no way she can toss Hayden back to Eros now. Eros couldn't even begin to understand what makes Hayden so special, and Sloane will be damned if she's going to pass her friend (Not project. Not product. Friend.) to a bunch of people who'd never value her.

This Artemis won't make the mistake of trusting the gods.

Venus

Basil -

Ever since we -

If only you knew how much you -

To quote the words of the great poet -

Three hours. Three hours, twenty eight minutes, sixteen unfinished sentences, and ten crumpled sheets of paper. That's the sum total of all Sloane's failed efforts to tell Basil Park how she feels.

They're in Berlin now, in a temporary safe haven that Damien was kind enough to offer them, even though he never took the owner's permission. (she winces as she remembers Damien and Alana, at how casually and coldly they discussed leaving Hayden and her behind. It took Nadia and Basil to convince Damien to let them stay). She looks out of the window, as she always does when she's too overwhelmed to think, and smiles faintly at the glow of Venus the morning star in the night sky. She isn't sure if there's enough space here on earth for the goddess of love to shine upon both her and Hayden, but she wishes with all her heart if it's possible, Venus will.

(Later, much later, Sloane will hug to her chest the memory of Basil's eyes (on her? On Hayden?) as he told Damien in no uncertain terms that they'd never leave Hayden behind. She didn't know how to describe the warmth that coursed through her body, treacle-like, then...and still can't now, where it would really count, where she'd need to write her feelings down)

She throws another wad of paper on the floor in frustration, wondering if she'll ever be able to get this love letter right.

"Sloane?" Knock knock knock. Knock knock knock. Hayden's distinct pattern of tapping on her door. "You in?"

She freezes. How would Hayden feel if she knew Sloane had feelings for her boyfriend? Panicking, she reaches for the discarded sheets before Hayden can open the door and see what's on them.

Hayden's eyes move to her hands, then to her face - stricken with fear - then to her hands again. Her expression, clear-eyed and calm, doesn't change.

"It's Basil, isn't it?"

Gasping, she lets go of some of the papers. "What dyou mean??"

"You're writing to tell him you feel, aren't you?" Hayden's level voice frightens Sloane - she can't tell if it's real or if Hayden's merely masking her fury. "These papers. It's because when you're in front of him, you can never find the words."

It's an observation she would have never expected out of exuberant, impulsive Hayden, and she's too surprised at the accuracy of her words to do anything but nod.

Hayden's mouth curves slowly into a smile. "Do you want me to help?"

Sloane's almost chokes out her response. "What?"

Hayden smiles and looks away for a minute, appearing uncharacteristically shy. "Basil and I...we talked about our relationship a few minutes ago," She fiddles with the bracelet on her wrist, chewing at her lip. "We're gonna keep dating."

Sloane's heart sinks to her toes. "...oh."

"Hey, our talk didn't stop there!" Hayden interjects hurriedly, "We want to keep our options open. Date other people. Explore other relationships." She picks out a thread from her outfit, absently winding it round her finger. Her smile is soft, dreamy. Like she's still reliving their conversation.

Date other people. Explore other relationships.

"...oh".

Hayden giggles. "I knew you'd get it eventually! Say...if you're planning to write him a love letter, why don't you show me what you've got so far?" On catching Sloane's surprised stare, she shrugs. "I've dated him. I know a fair bit of what he likes...I think," Sloane lets out a small laugh at the uncertainty in her tone. "I could help."

Sloane lets out a breath she knew she'd been holding ever since she met Basil. "You'd do that? Really? For me?"

"For both of you! I've seen the way he looks at you, c'mon."

Sloane's stomach does somersaults at the thought, but she still braces herself. Sloane loves Hayden, trusts her...knows she'd never lie about a thing like that...but she won't allow herself to think about Basil returning her feelings until he tells her so.

That doesn't mean she can't try telling him, though. Or that Hayden can't help her with the words.

"We'd better get cracking fast then, Sloane. We haven't got all night and these headaches are killing me."

Sloane frowns. "Again? Do you want me to check?"

"No...no. I'm sure it's not that serious. C'mon. We've got other, more important things to get done. Like this letter."

Sloane breathes out another laugh, amazed at her best friend's singlemindedness. She lets Hayden unravel the papers, shifting uncomfortably as she reads them. Hayden launches into a treatise on Sloane's writing almost immediately.

"The problem with this is you're trying to sound like someone else. That's not want Basil wants. He'd want you. Write stuff the way you'd tell it to him!"

Sloane rubs the back of her neck, too nervous to know where to start. "Are you sure he won't find that weird?"

"No he won't. He'd find it fucking adorable. Because he finds you fucking adorable."

Sloane can feel a welcome heat creep up from her shoulders to her neck and all the way to her cheeks, and it takes all the control she has not to dream of Basil telling her that himself, with that special look in his eyes.

As Hayden lists out an array of suggestions for her love letter, Sloane smiles briefly outside her window. She feels safer now, no matter what's ahead, and more ready to believe in love.

Venus is shining in the horizon, and for once - just this once - Sloane would like to believe the goddess is smiling down at them both.

Author's Note: This Hayden's personality is the Adventurer (Outgoing, Rebellious, Humourous, Impulsive), which is the exact opposite of Sloane's scholar-like personality. My MC, Basil, dates all the LIs (though I typically have him date Damien only after they reunite in Book 2).

The poem Sloane remembers in the section "Pegasus" is a poem of Sappho's.

#sloanewashingtonappreciationweek #SWAW #sloane washington #perfect match #day 3 #content: fanfic #sorry for the delay i've been struggling to write this baby for more than A YEAR

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