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tremarctoss · 2 months

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now we live beside the pool where everything is good

After the Revolution, four is Finnick’s luckiest number.

Rating: Explicit

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Finnick Odair x Original Female Character, kinda porn with plot, idk?

Finnick is angry. No, not angry, he’s furious. Not only he has to accept another year of Hunger Games and Johanna - of all the people - will be running them together with Enobaria. No, not only that. He also has to attend the hearing of his prep team. All the members working with One and Two were executed publicly already. Those from Three were long dead.

He barely has any time to ponder if and how he can save anyone. Hardly sleeps that night, counting the pros and cons of every member of his team. Enobarbus is the closest to him, the only person working with him all the time and never sugar-coating what’s about to happen. He even tried to warn him when he was about to get sold for the first time. But with over twenty years of experience as a stylist, he is as good as dead.

Helvina is the only annoying of them all. Always talking about wanting to paint his body sea blue and green and marking him with tattoos. The only reason why he spares her any thought is because she has several children that will end up at the orphanage for sure. He gives up thinking about her when they tell him her husband died defending Snow during the bombing of the Capitol.

Vibiana is the oldest and the illness is claiming her already. Killing her is mercy. Making her live the remaining months of her short life while they are low on every kind of medicine is just an ill-treatment of a dying person.

Tacita is the last and he almost does not recognize her. She is younger than him, only working as the hairdresser since the star-crossed lovers won their Games. He remembers how long her blonde hair was, how she had to gather it to not sit down on it. Now it is ending just under her chin. How her skin was glowing, dusted with freckles, now it looks almost gray. How her eyes were laughing at all the dumb things he said when she was massaging his scalp, but now they do not even look in his direction. He cannot guess what kind of blue they are today, that’s how much she is focused on not looking at anyone. Someone has hit her across the face and Finnick clasps his hands into fists until he feels his short nails digging into the skin. It was completely unnecessary for sure, she cannot even talk back.

- And we found her not wanting to give up those earrings. Real pearls and diamonds, not those fake things produced at One. - The man sitting in the middle of the long table says. - She could not afford them with her hairdresser payment. So she clearly must have stolen them.

Finnick recognizes them immediately. He remembers the way she blushed when he took out her ugly glass pink earrings out and put those on her instead. How she kissed his hands after. How she wore them all the time during the Quarter Quell while trying to hide her tears. How she tried to smile the night before he got sent back to the arena. How she sobbed when he came to her and kissed her hands himself and told her to take care of herself.

- Those are from me. I thought they would keep her safer than an engagement ring. - Finnick lies. - Thought she could sell them to keep herself safe after the Games.

- Do you still want to marry her? - It’s Coin who asks him. Her voice is bored but there's also a hint of curiosity there. - You never told anyone about her, did you?

Finnick plays his most innocent face.

- You said my prep team was murdered by Snow. - he reminds her.

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There’s no ceremony and no fancy outfits and no extravagant dinner. A man comes to his room in the evening with papers and he signs them immediately, all four copies. Tatiana’s hair is still wet from the shower. She is so exhausted that he has to carry her from the bedroom and help her sit down in front of the man.

- Do you want to marry Finnick Odair? - The man asks and gets irritated when she does not answer. - The contract is not valid until I hear you answer aloud.

- Then I think you should leave. - Finnick does not try to hide his own anger. - Because she cannot speak, never in her life did.

The man gets red in the face, stammers and writes the same note on all four papers saying “the woman is mute but the consent is obvious” before passing them to the girl so she can sign them herself. Leaves without a look in her direction and only shakes Finnick's hand.

He tries to make her look at him but gives up when she flinches when he touches her chin. The mark on her face is even redder now, mocking him in the dim light.

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It takes him four weeks of feeding her until she can eat on her own without getting sick. He starts with creamy soups and gently brings a spoon to her lips. The first day she swallows only a few before shaking her head and covering herself with a blanket. He tries to make her eat a little bit more but she just takes his palm and kisses it on the inside. He gives up, wraps his arms around her and watches her every breath when she sleeps that night. Promises himself to feed her one spoon more every day when she wakes up.

Another four weeks until she does not look away from him. He is still watching her fall asleep and wake up and naming all the shades of the brown and gold her freckles turn now. Reads her aloud Hemingway and Tolkien and Le Guin and Tokarczuk and every book people in his District hid before Peacekeepers so they wouldn’t burn them. She usually watches him when he reads but turns away the moment he stops and looks at her. But when he says “Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is.” she blushes crimson and withstands his gaze. He kisses her then, a small peck to her forehead, another on the tip of her nose and two more, each for one of the corners of her mouth. He keeps doing this every morning and night.

His nightmares stop.

Further four weeks until she takes his hand and points her finger at the door so he can take her outside and show her the Ocean. It’s cold and gray but not windy and he does not catch her when she kneels in the wet sand. Only when her body shakes with silent sobs he realizes he was so focused on having her with him and getting her to feel better he never asked about her family or other things that could be a danger for the both of them. He sits down behind her, not caring how wet his pants get, not caring how cold he is until he gets the whole story out of her. Her fingers, with her nails still raw-bitten, skin terribly dry, shake when she tells him her family died in the bombings and it’s only her now.

- Us. - Finnick tells her kissing the bitten skin around her fingernails. - You have me now. We’re facing the world together.

She kisses him then, her body trembling with nervous energy when she presses her mouth against his forehead, nose and corners of his lips like he did before.

He takes her for a walk every day after, making sure to talk as much as he can about the Ocean and his District, about the people she may meet and what to expect. He reads the books aloud when they sit in the sand, her body always in his lap, her arms around his middle, her breath warming his throat. He starts dreaming about her naked underneath him again.

When she comes to him after the next four weeks he already knows what will happen. He does not help her undress herself, instead sits on the sofa to watch her take off her dress and takes a deep breath himself when she reveals to be wearing nothing underneath it. The earrings he gave her are the only things she has on and he marvels for a moment how stunning she looks dressed in them. Her hair is grazing her shoulders and he’s glad. He hopes she will grow them long again.

He kisses her deeply then, his hands caressing her whole body gently until she kisses one of his hands and brings it in between her legs. She is so wet he has to remind himself to take it slowly and not scare her.

- I’m going to carry you to our bedroom now. - He tells her. - Lay on my back on the bed and put you on top of me and use my fingers to make you come. Twice I think. I want to know that it feels good for you and that you know how to make me stop when something doesn't feel right.

He uses one of his fingers to spread her folds and move it around her clit. She stands up on her tip-toes before bringing her body back down on his finger and sliding her cunt up and down on it. Finnick kneels in front of her and licks her quickly, hoping for a small taste. Moans loudly and pushes his finger in between her folds for another second. He undresses himself and strokes his cock several times before hugging her and pressing his member against her stomach.

- I think my fingers once and my mouth twice after all. - He says holding himself even closer to her. - And this is how far my cock will end up being inside you. It may be a little bit much for the first time so I want you to tap my hand or arm twice when you want me to stop, alright?

She blushes crimson red from her forehead to her breasts but gets on her toes again to kiss him deeply. Finnick starts wondering where his control is coming from now because pinning her against the wall and sliding inside her heat is everything he’s thinking about. He wraps his right arm under her ass, squeezing one of her buttocks, and carries her upstairs. She starts playing with his hair and he cannot stop the moan when he remembers how she was doing that back in the Capitol.

- I had to masturbate several times after you did that. - He tells her, sitting them both down, her in his lap. - The night before the Games I was thinking about coming into your room and introducing my mouth to your count.

He almost comes on the spot when she kisses him sweetly and signs to him that she would allow him to do that. She kisses him again and he groans inside her mouth when she wraps her hand around his cock.

- Like this. - He tells her and wraps his own hand around hers. - A little bit firmer is what I like. Look at me now sweetheart. I want to see your eyes.

Her blush spreads when he comes on her stomach. He almost pushes her on her back and buries his mouth in her cunt when she takes his hand and starts licking it clean. Finnick takes the closest pillow and wipes her stomach with it. He sends it flying across the room and it hits the wall. He will worry about possible stains on the paint later.

She tries to run away when he lays down and positions her cunt above his face. He has to use some of his strength to keep her in place.

- It’s easier for me to watch you like that. - He tells her. - And I want to be sure I’m not forcing you into anything you don’t like.

He starts with her left knee, leaving small pecks there. He licks his way up and bites lightly where her thigh and hips meet, does the same to her second leg before pressing his tongue to her clit. She makes a sound then, something close to whimpering so he looks up to make sure she’s not in pain. There are tears in the corners of her eyes but she has a hand on her breast and a small smile on her lips so he starts sucking on her clit until she makes those tiny sounds again and has to put her hands on the wall to keep herself up. He doesn't close his eyes and doesn't stop sucking until her hips start moving against his face.

It's different from what he's used to, to people loudly saying what they expected him to do, but he's good at reading everyone, still has to be in order to survive. He does not stop licking her when she comes. Instead, he spreads her legs even more and brings her cunt even closer to his mouth. She does not try to run away this time, instead shyly moves herself up and down his face, shaking when she falls apart.

He rolls her over slowly, making sure her head does not hit the bed frame. He wipes his mouth with his hand but she sucks his tongue into her mouth when he kisses her. He spreads her again, making sure to inform her about his every move. He slides one finger into her cunt first and she's so wet that the second and even third come in easily. He pumps them in and out quickly while telling her how good she feels around his fingers. How wet she is, how he thought so much about doing this, how he cannot wait to bury his cock in her and make her body shake and fall apart.

He has to put his hand on her stomach to stop her from trying to get away when she's close. Her body almost snaps in half and she lightly kicks him accidentally in his ribs. She tries to make herself smaller when she calms down and barely has strength to move her fingers in apology after.

- Don't. - he tells her, marking her body with his teeth. He starts with the skin under her left breast. - I don't mind. I enjoy watching you fall apart.

He licks and bites until he feels her cunt clutching at his fingers again. Only then he removes them and rolls the condom onto his cock. She doesn’t try to stop him but nods her consent and kisses his hands all the time while he slides slowly into her.

- We will get mirrors. On the ceiling and every wall. - he tells her when he finally bottoms out. - so it’s easier for me to watch you and make sure I am not hurting you.

She blushes even more, he never knew it was possible for someone to do that. But she also nods and wraps her legs around him and brings him even closer so he stops holding back and just fucks her until she scratches him a little. She tries to apologize but he just pins her hand next to her head telling her he doesn't mind.

Because he truly doesn't, he knows where he is and who he is with and that's fine.

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She starts cutting and styling his hair after that. It is never as short as during his time in the Capitol and he makes sure to tell her several times that he adores it longer. Loves her for never trying to make him look like the man people in the Panem lusted over. Puts his mouth on her cunt to show her just how much it means to him. Tries to make love to her at least once daily.

- I don't remember sex being so nice and fulfilling for me ever. - He says when she asks if he's not tired. - If I could I would have made love to you all the time.

She just sighs before kneeling in between his legs and unzipping his fly. She kisses his stomach when he tries to stop her and wraps her fingers around his cock before taking him into her mouth. He almost comes on the spot when she looks into his eyes.

- I love you, - He tells her and she smiles with her mouth full and brings one of her hands under her skirt. - so much.

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He loves adoring her body with love bites and makes sure there’s at least one visible when she goes shopping in the town so no one hits on her. There’s no point in him following her everywhere. He wants her to have her own space but also wants her to be safe. He gets her two trained dogs so she is never alone anywhere. They are taught to react to certain motions she makes with her hands and it fills him with joy when she giggles when one of them licks her face.

Two cats come next. To keep her warm when he goes for a run in the early mornings. Those assholes try to keep him out of bed when he comes back and he has a lot of fur to remove from his clothes every day. They also grow so fat they don’t even try to come outside and lazily roll away when she buys or makes new toys to make them move. He is sure they are getting that big on purpose. Their goal is surely to suffocate him. Sometimes when he sleeps with his mouth open one of them lays on his face until he has no choice but to throw them and the dogs out of the room. Of course he uses it as an excuse to lay his own face in between his wife’s breasts after that.

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It takes only four days for Coin to send him back during the first new Games because everyone is sick of him talking about his wife and how much he adores her. Should he buy that book for her? Will that necklace go with her skin tone? Will those cookies last the trip and taste great when he brings them to her? Is that silk scarf something she would wear or just a tacky present?

- You could bring her here. - Johanna tells him when he’s throwing his clothes back into his backpack. - Or to Seven. I think everyone would love to meet her.

- You can visit us and bring Annie with you. - He says back. - She is not going anywhere. Four is her home now.

She is shocked and scared when he comes back early. He needs several minutes to calm her down and explain that everything is alright. He got some more duties at his District after all.

- You will accompany me, alright? - She gives him a small nod and he cannot stop himself from pressing his mouth against her neck and marking her again. - Wear your hair up, okay? I want everyone to know you are only mine.

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He does not join the next war when Plutarch rises to power. He ignores all the four summons Coin sends his way and only comes with his wife to the Capitol when it's time for a new President to be sworn in. He spends all the time watching her intensely and barely paying any attention to people around them.

- I'm just thinking about all the things I could be doing to you instead. - He tells her when she raises her eyebrow at him. She just sighs and kisses his cheek quickly and squeezes his hand.

- I don't know how she puts up with you. - Johanna tells him.

- That's rich. - Finnick says stealing a strawberry from her plate. - Especially now that you even ended up having a wife.

She and Annie move from Seven to Four shortly after Finnick welcomes his first child.

[ Four is the number of anniversaries they celebrate before their first kid is born and four is the number of the children they will have. ]

[ Four is the number of breaths he will take before following his elderly wife into death. ]

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minigirl87 · 1 year

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Mine! Part 2 with Steven Grant

So, having written a few one-shots with hints of NSFW. I have taken the plunge to attempt a two-part NSFW story. Please be kind. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I have left my imagination run wild with this, I loved writing it.

Summary:

After Steven saves you, he orders you home to shower. He's reiled up as he smells the other man still. Once you're cleansed of that smell, Steven claims you as his. I love seeing Steve reiled up and dominant. I hope you do too. Enjoy 😉

You can read the first part here. Mine

NSFW. Minors DNI. Talk and sexual actions. SMUT in this part. Anxious reader due to past relationship. porn with plot, dominant Steven. Slight Angst. Fluffy ending. Established relationship. Cum play. P In V (please wrap it up and practice safe and happy sex) sexual language used.

Word count: 2752

You step into the shower, letting the warm water sooth your mind and well body. You still can’t help thinking that Stevens is angry at you. The smell of lavender mint and steam fills the air.

As you wash your hair enjoying, as you drag your fingers through your scalp. Your mind wanders to when Jake done that a few nights ago, as he gripped your hair as he pulled you up and down his cock.

You rub your thighs together unconsciously at the memory. As soapy suds, run down your breasts, catching on your hard nipples. As you exit the shower, your gut twists as you wrap the soft towel around your frame.

You coyly look at Steven who’s sitting at the bottom of the bed, in only his boxers. His big palm rested on his covered erection. If you didn’t know this was Steven, you would believe it to be Marc or even Jake.

You swear that the 3 of them are rubbing off on each other!

“Drop it” He commands, gesturing to your towel. You do as he says, as Steven comes to stand behind you. Gripping his hands on your waist, she buried his nose in your damp locks.

As your scent envelopes Steven, in comfort, He starts to calm. So when you shudder against him, Steven registers this as you shake.

“Oh my love, I’m sorry” Steven choked out

He quickly turns to face you, worry evident his the eyes you love so much.

You look up at his loving gaze, cupping his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his jaw. His 5 o’clock shadow, gently scratching your skin.

“Make me yours” you reply

Steven looks at you carefully, making sure you want this, you want him. He never wants to hurt you in a way.

“you sure love?” He says

His arms wrapped around you, pressing you to his body. You both shudder, feeling each other aroused.

“I want you, I trust you, my love. I want this love ” you reply

His chocolate orbs blown as the shine like obsidian crystals. Nodding his head, Steven licks his lips. Turning you both round He pushes you towards the bed.

His mouth hungrily, his mouth connects to yours, licking your bottom lip for access. You let him control the kiss, whimpering as he nips the corner of your mouth.

Trailing wet kisses and nipping his way down your throat and along your collar bone.

“Mine” Steven grunts out.

His left hand buried in your hair as his right hand kneads your left breast.

“Yours” you moan out as his strong fingers roll and pinch your already hard nipple.

“On the bed” Steven demands in control once again.

You obey sitting on the bed. Gazing up at the man you love. Your eyes blow in lust. You know Steven will ruin you in the best possible way.

Steven kneels before you, his velvety chocolate curls falling on his forehead. He pushes your legs apart, staring at your core as it glistens back at him.

“Your so wet love” He growls as he starts kissing your right calf while kneading the inside of your left thigh.

“Only for you l..l..love” you involuntary gasp

As he sucks and nips inside you, Thigh. You know tomorrow that constellations of bruises will be scattered across your skin, which will remind me of today.

Steven changes the position of what he has done from your right to your left. And after another gasp as he nips your left Thigh. You desperately want his mouth on your soaking aching cunt.

You grab a fistful of his velvet locks and try to shift so that he gets the hint. Your clit throbs as Stevens warm breath coats your slick. A whimper escapes your throat in anticipation as Steven clamps your thighs to the mattress.

Chuckling darkly “ Someone’s a needy little slut” Steven stands up, taking his boxers off. Palming his length, pre cum glittering the almost purple head.

Bastard you thought as the words “yes sir” sweetly left your lips. It was exciting, but seeing Steven being dominant, but you loved it.

“ Good girl” he said against your stomach, kissing, nipping and suckling your sensitive skin, working his way up between your breasts.

Breaking his dominant composure slightly, he praises you as he softly kisses you.

“Y/N darling, you're so beautiful”

Your heart swells hearing this. Leaning up to kiss him again as his forehead rests on yours. Your hand on his bicep.

“you Steven, are so handsome”

He smiles to himself on hearing his. Before he’s kissing you again, but unlike the last, your tongues fight for dominance, and Steven wins. Kissing up to the ear, he whispers to you.

“Who do you belong to?” His breath tickles the shell of your ear.

“y...you.” You tremble out

“Good girl.” He praises as he kisses your cheek then down the valley of your soft breasts. Kneading the right as he kisses up the left to your nipple.

He licks around the pebble before engulfing it in his hot wet mouth greedily suckling as he squeezes both breasts.

An audible pop sounds in the room as the cold air hits your hot nipple, Steven moans moving to your right nipple and he’s still as greedy as the first.

Your right hand caresses his broad back, occasionally leaving scratches which Steven groans and arches into your hand. While squeezing the back of his neck, wrapping curls around your fingers.

With one last lick to your hard pebble, Steven moves downwards kissing slowly to your pussy. You feel like your stuck in this moment till Stevens hands are on you.

“open up love” he says as he kneels between your thighs. He strokes your juices deliberately avoiding your pulsing clit, with is thick index finger covering it.

You shiver and arch into his familiar touch. He licks your juices murmuring about how sweet you taste for him. He runs the same finger through your pussy juice again.

“Open” Steven demands, bringing his dripping finger. His wedding band shining mixed with your arousal, and the pale afternoon light. You open your plump, kiss, bruised lips.

Steven moans as your tongue swirls and laps at his finger. Gripping your check as you continue suck his thick digit, tasting your sweetness.

Steven almost loses it as you swirl and suck around his wedding band. Making him understand your his and Marc’s and Jake’s.

You pop his finger out your wet, warm mouth and smile down at him between your legs.

If there was a picture next to the definition of lust in the dictionary, it would be a picture of Steven’s face in this moment.

Pinning your thighs open on the mattress, your lower back arches towards Steven’s eager mouth. You shudder at the connection.

Steven kisses your clip forcefully before lapping the juices up, like someone dying of thirst. Between kneading your Thighs, liking and suckling your clit, pluse Stevens dominant attitude. Your chasing your high.

Steven moans as his mouth, chin, and nose are soaked in your juices. Moving down to tease your entrance with is tongue, his nose deliciously nudges your swollen clit. You fucking love his nose.

In your bliss you barely register Stevens mixture of a growl and a moan leaving his lips of “MINE” as he’s buried so deep in your pussy. But you certainly feel it.

He continues to tease your throbbing entrance with his tongue darting and swirling within your core. Taking his hand away from your quivering thigh.

He takes his thumb he does one slow stroke then 2 quick strokes over your clit, you almost jump at the sweet sensation. Steven watches as you close your eyes your bottom lip between your teeth. Writhing at the pleasure he’s giving you.

Repeating the action again, your moans a sweet melody that none of the boys will tire of.

“Enjoying me touching you like this?.” He smirks

All you can manage is a breathless moan.

“so wet for me love” as he starts fucking you with his tongue, repeating the movement on your clit that you loved. Your left hand grabs at his crown, moaning as you finally yank his chocolate curls. Your right tangled in the bed sheets.

“Oh OH FUCK STEVEN” you scream from your lungs, your ears filled with the sound of your wet pussy and Steven’s moan.

Swapping his tongue for his fingers he slips two inside you fucking you senseless, your core contracting around his fingers. You feel beads of sweet on your forehead and saliva running down the side of your mouth pooling at your chin.

“that’s it love, cum for me, show me what I do to you love” Steven’s growls rubbing your clit faster and stretching his fingers in you.

White nose fills your ears, body going limp as your orgasm washes over you like a warm liquid pooling in your soul.

Coming to Steven is hovering over you as you look at him with hooded eyes and a soft smile. He kisses you softly, licking your saliva up.

“I love you” he whispers against your lips. You feel his damp curls on your forehead, and his beautiful long lashes tickle your closed lids.

“I love you too. Sweetheart” you whisper back as he pecks your lips again.

Getting off the bed, Steven walks to the bottom again. You marvel at the man in front of you, sometimes you can’t believe he’s yours.

“Now who’s going to fuck till you can’t think straight.”

He strokes you outer Thigh in soothing circles with his thumb.

“You Steven” you answer confidently.

Steven slaps your thigh, the sharp sting, sending electricity to your soaking core.

“Who?” he says a tinge of anger in his tone.

Your big eyes lock with his as you gently shake in anticipation of what’s to come.

“You Sir” you say, coyly trying to wind Steven up a little more.

Steven grunts in approval, as he strokes his achingly hard cock a few times, closing his eyes on the last stroke. Wiping his pre cum with his thumb. Wiping it on you lips. He watches liking is own as you eagerly lap his sweet, saltiness on your lips.

With a groan, he pulls you down so your arse is hanging off the bed. Resting your legs on him, you can feel his stomach soft but firm and his toned chest.

He lines his hard cock at your entrance, and pushes into your warm soft cunt. You both moan as he bottoms out, staying there a few moments as you secure your feet on his strong shoulders.

Steven turns his head and kisses the side of your foot. His hands squeeze your hips securely.

Steven pulls out and thrusts in quickly, getting his rhythm going

“So feel so good love, your Perfectly made for me” he moans with closed eyes.

“You treat me so good, love. Your the only one me” your moan out feeling Stevens cock movement hitting the right spot.

“I'm so close” you whimper, arching your back, grasping the bed sheets.

Steven relinquished his grip on you right hip, placing it in your clit repeating the one slow stroke then two quick strokes, your clit spasms as Steven works his thrusts in time with his thumb.

“Come for me love” Steven commands.

And your body complies, and the white noise and waves of pleasure electrifying your nerves to point of no return as you scream his name in a non-stop chant.

“Steven, oh fuuuck, Stev....en” you cum around his pulsing cock. He lazily continues to thrust into you.

“On your knees” you hear as you come too.

“Now”

Somehow, you comply, your body still shaking from its high.

Positioned on your knees, you can feel your juices on your inner thighs. You look up at Steven towering over you. His cock hard and pulsing, still in hand. He pumps his hand up and down lazily.

“Open up love, who do you belong to?” Steven says in a breathless moan, pumping his cock harder and faster.

“Yours” you smile. Then, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

He moves towards your tongue, pumping his cock. You know he’s close as this legs start shaking.

“I’m gonna cum, gonna gonna cum, love!” You put your hands on his thick thighs, stabling him. His head falls back, you can see his sheen of sweat on his neck and toned chest.

And with a couple more pumps of his hand, he comes undone, with a string of moans saying

“MINE, MINE, and MINE ONLY!”

Ropes of his white cum coat your face, neck and chest. And you catch the remaining drops on your tongue, swallowing your prize proudly.

As Steven comes back to you from his high, rubbing circles on your shoulder. He dips his finger in his spend and brands the word MINE on your chest, then he kneels down to your level and kisses you lovingly and passionately. Hugging up protectively to him.

You saver his touch in this most intimate moment between you both.

“Oh love, you OK?.” Steven asks softly.

As he shakily gets on his, offering his hand to help you stand. You nod your head in a yes, taking Steven’s hand as he gently pulls you up against him. Getting your breath back and straightening yourself up.

“Yes Love, just a bit breathless” you giggle.

Guiding you to your side of the bed, pulling the covers back. You lay down, your head sinking into the soft pillows.

You hear Steven padding to the bathroom, and after a few moments, he comes back.

Gently patting your hip, as he says “open you legs. My love” Steven ever so delicately cleans you and dries you there and then doing so with your breasts.

With another cloth, he wipes you face with a feather like strokes as you nuzzle into his hand. Then, he proceeds to throw them in the laundry basket as he pads to his side of the bed.

Before he gets in, you roll round to face him. He gets in, pulling the covers up, and you snuggle into him.

As you're about to kiss him, he’s looking you over.

“Did I hurt you, love?” he asks with a whimper. Shaking slightly as rubs your cheek.

You realise that Stevens is back to being Steven, how that he got that all out of his system.

You raise yourself so you're in a sitting position, holding your arms out. Steven takes your invitation and moves to your side. You move, and he slips an arm around your back, resting on your waist.

His other arm around your waist, linking his hand in yours. Resting his head where he hears your heart beating. You play with his hair at his nape while he fiddles with your fingers.

You both lie there quietly. The only sound is you both breathing.

You break the silence. Kissing the top of his head, his curls tickling your nose.

“No love. You needn’t worry” You hug him tightly.

“that’s good love, I couldn’t bear it if I did” comes out as he looks up to you.

You smile as he moves up to kiss you.

“I love you more than anything, love, and when I saw what he was doing to you, I saw red.” He says, putting his hands in his lap. As though he’s unsure of how you’ll reply to him.

“I was scared till you came Steven. He touched me, and I froze, thinking of you know” You breathed out with a shudder. You continued “ I thought you were angry with me, love, when you looked at me.”

You turn to face him, tears on the verge of escaping your eyes. He quickly pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back, grounding you back to him.

“Never love, I knew that you wouldn’t have done that, I wanted to protect you.” Steven says with a kiss to your head.

Looking up to him, Steven catches your lips in a strong embrace. Rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

You put your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze.

“I love you, Mr Grant.” looking lovingly into his chocolate orbs while fiddling with his wedding band.

Steven takes your hand in his, and with his other, he touches your closed eye lid, then your heart. Then kisses your wedding ring.

“I love you too, Mrs Grant” snuggling up close together.

“very much” you hear as you drift to sleep.

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allkordelia · 1 year

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (3)

It was dark when I woke up the curtains around my bed were still shielding me from the rest of my room, baelor was against my chest while the spot otto was laying not too long ago was empty. A yawn broke through me as I stretched my body out moaning a bit in the process, I moved my son gently back into the middle of the bed before moving to throw back the curtains and getting out of bed. The light from the sun was painting half of my room orange when I walked over to balcony doors, I ran my nails gently against my scalp as the morning bell ranged waking everyone in king's landing up for the day. My white sleeping gown brushed against the floor as I walked over to my door to open it, my feet padded against the cool stone floors towards my children's rooms which weren't that far away.

"Good morning, my lady." The young girl, Meya, walked up to me before stopping and bowing her head.

"Good morning, Meya. Are the kids in their room?" Meya nodded before explaining that they were getting dressed for today, I nod listening noticing the girl looked out of sorts. I couldn't pinpoint what it was that made her seem disparate, I guess you could say, she seemed angry or bitter about something.

"Are you alright, meya? You seem upset." The young maid looked at me taken back causing my head to tilt slightly to the side, she blinked away her shock before shaking her head.

"I'm fine, my lady. Just a bit...I'm not myself this morning thats all." My brows frown at her words wondering what could be the matter.

"If your ill you need not worry about me, you should go back to your quarters and I can have your sister help me dress." Meya shook her head rapidly as she tried to convince me she wasn't ill and that she was still able to help around.

"Are you sure?" She nodded with a smile, I looked at her for a second before letting it go, and she smiled gratefully as she walked past me and follow her back to my room.

The morning was like any other morning you and your children had breakfast in your chambers like always, and you asked them about activities they had planned for today since they didn't have to be with their septa.

"We were going to go horseback riding, but father said we had no time," Corwyn said digging into his eggs, my face scrunched up in confusion as I glanced at my son over the rim of my cup.

"Why wouldn't you have time?" I asked putting my cup down.

"The trip, of course, he said you wanted to go to diftmark for a few days. He said you felt homesick." Aeron said looking at me, I blinked at him taken back I never said that why would he lie to our children, my eyes wandered over to the two maids who stood like a statue with wide eyes, I looked at Alora who looked at me before turning her eyes away, meya did the same as I look at her not before I noticed the guilt in them.

"Mother? Is everything alright?" Aeron asked, my head turned back to them but my eyes were on the table trying to keep my emotions at bay, I exhale softly before looking up at my children as they stared back at me with confusion and worrisome eyes.

"Of course, my love. It must have slipped my mind, now finish up, I will need to leave soon, and you all need to put on your gear so we can fly to diftmark." I said before slowly pushing my chair back, the triplets and baelor looked excited at the mention of flying, meaning they will see my black he-dragon, Rhaemyx. I walk away from the table my eyes caught meya and Alora as I beckoned them near the fireplace.

"I am not easy to anger, but right now I am in no mood for liars. What is going on." The young girls in front of me looked at their feet in fear and guilt, it wasn't until a minute later that meya lifted her eyes to look at me when I got my answer.

"There was word that Lord Hightower had solicited an annulment from the High Septon." My eyes glanced at the table with my children feeling an ill feeling turn in my stomach, I turned my gaze back to the girls as my hand was threaded in front of me, I look in a deep breath before asking why.

"We do not know, m'lady. But, we do know it had something to do with prince daemon." I shut my eyes turning my whole body towards the fireplace, I didn't want my children to see the worry and fear on my face, I needed to be strong, I needed to be calm and I needed to show that nothing was wrong and that everything was fine.

"My lady?... Do you need to sit? Should I get you a glass of water?" I shook my head taking in and letting out small breaths from my mouth to calm my strained heart.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" I asked looking towards the girls, meya looked at her sister who looked back at her, before turning her eyes at me with a grim look.

"I overheard that if his request was rejected, lord hightower will seek the king's approval instead, and...." she glanced over at the table making me frown hoping it had nothing to do with the children, she looked back at me leaning in a bit towards me before she whispered, "...and he may bring young baelor true father into question at the small council for support." I drew back, my teeth gnawing at my cheek since this conversation started and all I could taste is the familiar metal taste as this day was starting not in her favor.

"Take the children to get ready, and I will meet you at the dragon pit when I am done." I walked away from them to the table giving each one of my children a kiss, before saying my goodbyes, I looked at the two handmaidens one last time before leaving the room.

I stood outside my door for a minute needing a moment, an exhausted sigh passed through my lips before I walked off down the hall, my thoughts wandering to the possibility of what will happen. Even though all my childern possess the usual targaryen white silver hair, what they don't posses is the lilac eyes that I and baelor have, but rather the forest green like their father.

I slowed down my pace realizing I was close to the small council chambers, I stood in the hallway just a couple of feet away from the door. My back was against the wall with my eyes closed, I told myself whatever happens in there that I will not give otto, the satisfaction of seeing me break down, I inhale a deep breath before puffing out air from my mouth and continue on.

The guards by the door bowed their heads before opening the door to the chambers, and everyone looked at me as I stepped in. My eyes looked around the room seeing the king wasn't here yet, I cast my eyes down when I caught otto's gaze, I threaded my fingers in front of me moving to stand behind my father's chair, I looked over at Alicent who had a nervous and scared look on her face, she glanced at me as I motioned for her to take a deep breathe which she applied and gave me a small smile of gratitude. The man in the room stood up as I and the other two girls turned to see the doors open and the king walking through, they bowed as me and young princess just stared at him as he walked to his seat.

My eyes moved around the room again feeling someone looking at me, I caught the princess rhaenyra stare, well more like glaring with an unreadable look. Was she angry? Bitter? Jealous? I couldn't tell, so I raised my brow at her making her turn pink and look away making her attention go back to her father. I looked away after a few seconds and listen to the man talk about what happened at Dragonstone.

"Otto. You said you had something urgent to say, what was it?" I looked at the man who I called husband at the same time he looked at me, he cleared his throat looking away.

"After I came back from Dragonstone, I requested an annulment from the High septon and which he reject..." I looked down at my hands as I started fidgeting with my ring," ...So, I ask you my king to grant me this annulment from my ladywife–" I tensed as my father smacked the hard table

"With what cause?!" Corlys snapped.

"Infidelity." My father scoffed out in anger, as the other men in room mumbled to one another, I can already feel them staring at me, judging me, I can already see it, the red mark that will taint my name and my childern names for years.

"You know as well as I do that infidelity are no grounds for annulment, otto." The king finally spoke.

"Yes, but you know I have been nothing but a loyal subject to you, my king. As well as, a faithful husband. " He said, "And after yesterday, it seems my wife couldn't do the same for me, so I ask of you to convince the high septon to grant me this favor." My eyes burned holes in the side of his head, my eyes moved away from him when the king said my name.

"Do you have anything to say about this?" I moved to speak when my father harsh voiced cut through the air like a hot knife.

"No, because this is ludicrous, where is the proof?" I looked over at Otto again after my father finished waiting for his response.

"Prince Daemon admitted –" Another scoffed escaped my father's mouth cutting off otto.

"No offense, my king. But, Daemon isn't one for telling the utmost truth now is he." Viserys motion his hand for my father to calm down and let otto finished, otto eyes moved away from my father and me going back to the king.

"Prince Daemon had admitted to having a affair with rhaelle many years ago,"

"He said that?" My father pique.

"Not in those words but the gist of it." My father hummed nodding, you could tell he wasn't buying it and this talk was making him grow agitated, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the princess, she heard everything that daemon said along with nineteen other men." I glanced at the princess along with all the others as she looked taken back.

"Well, rhaenyra?" viserys asked, he waited for his daughter, the princess look over at me before looking back at her father and nodding.

"Still doesnt prove anything, we all know that daemon never like you. So, how do we know that he actually telling the truth, for all we know this could just be him gertung at you." My father stated making some of the men including the king make looks of agreement, it made sense, otto got daemon booted as heir and in return daemon embarrassed him by saying he slept with his wife in front of his men and the princess.

"Lord Corlys has a point, otto. Is this all you have?" The way otto glanced at me after viserys said that made me furrowed my brows, and prepare for his next words.

"No, I wish to bring to light that young baelor is not my son, and was fathered by someone else." The room went silent for the second time after twenty minutes of this whole ordeal, even through I wasn't looking at him, I could still sense him staring at me.

"You slimy spineless worm of a man, how dare you insult my daughter and grandson like this." My father grits out with his fist tightly balled togther.

"I only speak the truth–" I tensed when my father slammed his fist against the table making it rattle.

"Will you not do nothing," my father angry stare moved to viserys, "This pest is speaking ill of your own fresh and blood, and you done nothing but let him continue on with this–this foolery." Viserys held a look of unease and confliction by all that was being said.

"This is all getting a bit out of hand–" Viserys was cut off by otto as the man stood up causing everyone to look back at him.

"I am sorry but I refuse to continue on like this, my king. I can't allow this disrespect continue I have allowed myself to be embarrassed by this woman for too long. I will not continue to allow myself to raise a...a bastard." He spat the word, my heart felt like it was being squeezed, just last night the memory of baelor snuggle into the man he called father is now calling the son he made her have a bastard.

"I will have your tongue–." My father hissed, I backed up as my father's chair screech against the floor as he stood up in anger, his hand went to his dagger he held on his waist as he glared at otto.

"Enough!" Viserys exclaimed making both men look towards him before he sighed and wiped his face and looked over at Otto.

"Your request for annulment is granted, otto. The guards will send word to the high septon now," Viserys looked over my shoulder giving one of the guards a curt nod, making me turn around shock seeing the guard walk out of the room.

"Thank you, my king." I turned back around training my eyes on the floor stun.

"This is madness. You have him slander my daughter and grandchild with no proof of the matter, how is this just."

"I am sorry, corlys. But, the matter is done and I will no longer hear about it, as your king I command it." I shook my head, I felt sick, I felt like my whole body was shutting down and I can't stop it, the only think I could hear is my father angry voice.

"Kepa, enough." My father looked at me in angry snd comfusion, I knew that if I didn't stop him, viseys would forget that he is married to his cousin and his kindness can go so far with my father, "Otto is right. I haven't been a faithful wife." I looked at my father who gave me a small frown, I swallow thickly before looking at otto.

"I am sorry, otto. For everything. I hope you can forgive me, and I have no right to ask this of you, but what will be of our triplets. " As much as it pains you, you knew you had to do this, the king made his decision and now you must pay. You know saying sorry won't do anything but it will show that your not heartless and that you actually feel bad about how things went even through it wasnt entirely your fault, and hopefully the rumors will not reflect entirely on your childern in the end.

"There is no doubt that the triplets are mine, so I will acknowledge them as such." He said, I nodded and thanked him, my father made sound before stalking past me and out of the room. I glanced at Alicent who look hurt and devastated, I gave her a sad look before following after my father.

My father was fast as he rounded the corner not giving me time to catch him and talk, I went back to my chambers to look around one last time. When I walked in, the wardrobe that I kept my clothes were open and empty as well as my dressers, I scan my eyes around the room that held so many memories with my childern. My clenched my jaw to keep my bottom lip from wobbling, I couldn't help the small whimper that passed through my lips as a serge of emotions came over me. The tears that I been holding back since I heard of this finally poured from my eyes uncontrollably, my life was over no lord will want me after this gets out and I stained my name and my house, by the gods I pray that my childern will forgive me. I pray my mother will forgive by the way my father looked at me, I know the only I get back into his good graces is if I allow Valaena to marry lord baratheon. I exhale a shuddering breathe, now my only daughter will have to endure the same pain that I had to suffer, when I was her age maybe even twice worse.

I wiped my eyes along my cheeks and neck as I heard the door opened, I turn to see otto walking through the doorway. I let out a low agitated groan at the sight of him, I moved going towards the door only for him to block me. He wouldn't budge whenever I tired to get to the door even though he moves slow, he is still strong enough to keep me spotted.

"Don't touch me." I yanked my arms from his grip and took a step back, he looked at me as I looked back at him with a sharpe look.

"You have every right to be angry–" he starts.

"Good to know." He blocked my way to the door again not letting me leave, he brought his hands up to my shoulders only for me to give him a look causing him to let his hands fall to his side.

"You must know that this pains me more than you know to do this to you and our childern." I rolled my eyes at him can't believing the words falling out of his mouth.

"Oh, you poor unfortunate soul, you speak as if you had no choice, are you the one getting ship back to oldtown to be label as a disgrace to your house." He didn't say anything making me nod, "I didn't think so." I walked by him towards the door.

"Rhaelle–" he calls making me turn around quickly causing him to stop and back up.

"No! I am done listening to you, after everything I done for you." I step closer to him as stare at him with affliction, "I allow you to do so many things that could have had you and your entire house executed, I let you use my body, and you have the nerve to slaughter my character in front of the entire council. Why should I listen to anything you have to say." He didn't speeak as he stood there with not a hint of a regret.

"I meant what I said last night, I am truely sorry for everything." my hand went to the space between my brows as I pressed my fingers against it.

"Your sorry means nothing to me, your sorry won't stop the gossip of my infidelity, it won't stop the looks our childern will get from the other houses or the wrath I will face when I get home, and it certainly won't rid me of the sullied feeling I been holding onto for the last seven years." My hand work getting the ring off my other hand, I held up the oval emerald ring that he brought from oldtown just few weeks after our wedding as a gift and symbol of our marriage.

"Goodbye, otto. I hope your happy with yourself, and I pray our childern hate you just as much as I do." I threw the ring to his feet before walking out of the room leaving him by himself, the thought that he is completely alone and back where he started ten years ago makes a small smile appear on my face.

My childern and the rest of my family were outside waiting for the carriage when I walk out, my father look over at me for a second before turning his back and walking awah, I cast my eyes away from him and held my dress up as I walked up to my small family. When I got close I heard valaena and laena talking to another as well as laenor and my boys, baelor was resting his head against my mother's shoulder as she held him close.

"Mhysa." I call my mother in valyrian making her look at me, I held my hands out as she hand baelor over to me just as the carriage pulled up in front of us. I looked around for Alora and Meya, my hand moved to valaena stopping her and laena from going into the carriage.

"Where is Alora and Meya?" I looked down at the young girl.

"They went up ahead to the docks with some of our things," I nodded as she turned and got into carriage with laena right behind her, I looked up at the red keep before getting in sitting between my mother and crowyn. The ride to the docks was spent in silence on mine and my father's part, I knew my mother notice something was wrong as she looked at me the entire ride as I distract myself with baelor. The carriage finally stopped making me look out to see when we were at the port, I saw meya and alora talking to a woman dress head to toe in red cloak and hood making it hard to see her face, my attention was pulled away from the trio as my father stomped through the walkway and out of the carriage. My mother told us to sit tight and left following her husband, I looked back over to the trio of woman before getting up and sat baelor to sit next to his sister and cousin.

"I'll be right back." I held on to the side as I stepped out holding my dress, I step back as two men pass by me carrying a container to a ship, my sight was block now that a munch if men moved along the port transfing goods from and to the ships. As the woman in red finish talking to Alora and Meya, she looked up at me with her beady dark brown eyes, such alluring eyes that made me feel like she was putting me under a trance, I moved my foot forward to take over to her when I was pulled back by the sound of laena's voice.

"Rhae, are you okay?" I looked at her a bit taken back nodding before looking over to found the woman in red is gone and the sisters were walking over to me, I shook my head before turning towards laena who got out of the carriage with a look on her sweet face.

"What is wrong, dōna haedar." I walked closer to her, she looked up at me with a small frown.

"Is father mad at me?" I furrowed my brows in confusion before shaking my head.

"No, of course not, why would you think that," laena let out a sigh as she played with her hands reminding me of alicent.

"The king didn't choose me as his wife, and now father haven't said a word to me since he walked out, he can't even look at me." I stiffen at what she said, I looked over at my father and mother who were talking near his ship, you can tell that he wasn't happy, the way his face scrunched up and how his hands move around as he talk to his wife made it clear. But, I wonder if that was because of me or laena, I hoped that he didn't blame her for the fact that the king had some common sense and morals to not choose a child as his bride.

"...maybe if I was little more convincing, maybe father would be happy." I turned back to the small girl, I shook my head again, lowering myself to the muddy ground and lifted her chin so she can look at me.

"Don't say such silly things, sweet sister. You are not at fault here, it is me, you did nothing wrong, okay?" I gave her reassuring smile making her nod, "Good. So, do not fret, the last thing we wish is for vhagar to come and give father a fright for making you sad." I smiled as she giggled.

"Do you think vhagar will find me and let me claim her, sister. " I stood up straight before nodding.

"Of course, you have fire in your blood and more importantly who could resist your cute little face." she smiled as I grabbed her cheeks before planting a kiss on her head, laena's arm went around my waist burying her smile in my side hugging me just as meya and alora walked up to me.

"Lady Rhaelle. Lady Laena." They curtsy in front of us before turning their gazed completely to me," Your belongings are on the ship, m'lady. Will you need anything from us before we board. " I shook my head letting laena go as she make her way back into the carriage, I looked over their shoulder to see if the woman in red was still around.

"My lady?" I looked at meya who looked at me a bit concern making me plaster on a small smile.

"Yes, uh, who was that woman you were talking to moments ago." The two sisters glanced at one another before shrugging.

"Just someone who needed help founding the way back to the city." I hummed looking at both of them, I can tell they weren't telling me the whole truth, so I let it go for now but I will get my answers eventually.

"Alright, we should get going to the dragonpit, come along." I turned not leaving room for an response as I climbed in the carriage, not a minute later my mother came in and the started moving again.

I stood aside as I watch my oldest son, Aeron, run towards his dragon with his sister, out of all my childern only Aeron and Baelor had dragons. aeron claimed his dragon on his tenth name day while at Dragonstone, Valaena and Crowyn never did the same, valaena still wanted to wait for her egg to hatch as did crowyn, so for now they rode Rhaemyx and Maegarax with me and aeron.

"My lady, maybe it is wise for us to take the ship to diftmark instead." Alora said referring to her and her sister, I turned to see them looking at rhaemyx with scared and anxious.

"But, it's fast and I don't wish for you to be alone for hours on the ship with all those men, its best you ride with me." I told them as I sat baelor down and watch him meet rhaemyx halfway, rhaemyx growled lowly as he laid his head down while baelor rubbed the side of his face.

"O-okay," I smirked to myself at the nervousness in their voice, "I know this a dumb question, but will it be able to fit us all in one saddle, m'lady." I looked at them before glancing at my black beauty, rhaemyx was fully grown, and he was nearly the same size as caraxes.

"He will. All I have to do is put another two seater saddle on and we're good to go." I smiled at them as I waved one of the dragon tamers for another saddler, after I strap the saddle to the beast, I helped the young girls up while baelor hanged to my back with his arms around my neck. I held Meya's hand as she held her sisters as we climb onto my dragon, finally made it to the top, I moved to help strap them in making sure tighten the belt for the both of them before doing the same to baelor as he sits in front of me.

I spoke in high valyrian causing rhaemyx to shift, I felt meya's hands clutch my waist as he started moving, he climbed the outer walls of the dragonpit, we were so high off the ground that we could see the entire city. I heard a whimper from behind me before a squeak as rhaemyx fell backwards of the structure, meya's arms wrap around my stomach as we flew through the air. He circled the red keep before he flew over the city, I glanced down seeing baelor smile and hold on to the rope you had put there for your childern to make it look like they were holding the reins.

"...we ask the mother to protect us and get us safely to..." Meya yelp not finishing her prayer moving her face to bury it in my back as rhaemyx flew down near the water.

"Open your eyes girls, there's nothing to be scared of." I said loud enough from them both, you felt meya a shake her head no, "I promise you, you regret it if you don't." I looked down at the crystal blue water seeing my reflection smiling as specks of water hit my face, a minute went by when I felt the tightness around my stomach loosen making me glance behind me to see the sisters hesitatedly looking over into the water. I smiled when I noticed the girls started to smile even seeing alora hand rest on the side of rhaemyx, the black beauty huff before pulling up and making the girls sit straight agajn. He brought us back up, meya held into me again as rhaemyx continue flying upwards, soon enough we were above the clouds soaring. My arms was were in the air along with baelors, the feeling of the sun and air against my face made me feel at peace, I felt every once of anger or sadness I been feeling all day was being washed away. I sigh opening my eyes before looking below us at the canvas of clouds, a vibrant came from rhaemyx making me look over my shoulder.

"Hold on a tight." My arm went around my son while my hands grip the reins tight, meya start to babble before she and her sister scream were the only thing you heard as rhaemyx dove head first through the sky, me and baelor howl going through the clouds as we fell. The clouds we fell pass soon faded away and we were meet with my home, Diftmark, the sun shine on my ancestral home like the gods themselves were placing the the sun upon its beauty. I pulled the reins making rhaemyx straighten up and causing us to shake in his movements, he flew around the castle letting me see, Maegarax was already there on the beachgrass along with Meleys and Seasmoke. We landed soon after just a few feet from the castle, the gaint beast laid down making baelor loose the girdle around his waist and move over to climb down like he usually do, I turn to see meya was loosen the strap as alora was already gently getting down trying not to fall.

"So, how did you like your first dragon ride." I asked meya, she looked at me a bit disheveled making me bite my lip.

"Well...," she cleared her voice, as she fixed her hair trying to make it look decent, " It was certainly fun, but I still favor the water over the sky, m'lady." I smirk humming to her response,I soon follow after sliding down the side of my dragon, I pat his snort while holding baelor's hand as we walk by him. We made it to the castle finding the servants carrying my things inside, I heave a sigh looking around my home feeling glad to finally be back and away from king's landing.

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kooksbunnnn · 9 months

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Helloooo I never knew that you do requests I hope you don't mind me asking for one

Could you plz write a drabble about jungkook's birthday... So the reader is his gf and she surprises him with breakfast in bed then she makes him stay in another room while she makes preparation for a surprise party.... and invites the members and his parents over (the reader is wearing jungkook's favourite dress, they eat dinner, open presents) and she also brings out a cake she baked for his birthday.... Then at the end after everyone is gone could you write about a make out session maybe just something suggestive no smut thanks :)

This is such a cute request🫶😭 I hope you like it🫶 Word count: 1.9k

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French toast with syrup, orange juice, cut-up watermelon, and a raspberry muffin with a candle on top. You take the tray filled with food for the birthday boy who was still sleeping in your shared bedroom. Jungkook turns twenty-six today, and you want to ensure he feels spoiled and loved just the way he deserves. You keep the tray on the work table you both set up in the corner of the room and climb up his side of the bed, rustling the sheets on the edges.

“Baby?” you whisper. When he doesn’t respond , you sneak your hands in his hair andscrape your nails gently across his scalp. He relaxes even in his sleep and you smile at his head automatically making itself comfortable in your palm.

“Mm?” he mutters groggily.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You whisper in his ears and he smiles turning towards you. When he looks at you, you look like you showered not long ago, still having damp hair. He can smell your body wash so he pulls you down for a kiss, also inhaling your scent.

“Mmm, you smell so sweet.” He says in his morning voice as you both part your lips. You feel the vibrations reach down your body.

“I brought something sweet as well.” You giggle and get up. You walk towards the corner table and pick up the tray with the food showing it to him with a small ‘ ta-da’. “oh! You made me breakfast in bed?” he says with happy and wide eyes sitting up almost too quickly and you nod proudly. You bring it to the bed and open the legs of the small tray cum table for him which he helps set up.

“Wait! Lemme light the candle.” You light the candle on the muffin with a matchstick and put it onto the plate. “Blueberry? oh my god, I love you so much, you know that?” he chuckles saying that and you giggle while presenting the plate in your hands in front of him. He closes his eyes for a second wishing his wish and you bite your lip waiting for him to blow the candle, secretly admiring his beautiful face as well.

He is just so pretty.

He opens his eyes and blows the candle. You clap singing Happy Birthday in a soft voice and keep the plate down on the tray. Picking up the muffin with a hand under it to protect the duvet from crumbs, you feed it to him and smile when he furrows his eyebrows at the sweet and tangy combination. “it's good, right? It is from your favourite place.” you ask and he just replies with his signature angry-sounding ‘mmms’.

He pulls you in for a kiss and you almost moan at the taste of the blueberry on his tongue. Picking up the cutlery, he feeds you some too while enjoying the breakfast himself. By the time he finishes his meal, you click cute pictures of him with the syrup all around his lips.

Mentally checking the first task on your list while he gets in the bathroom to take a shower, you check up on the ganache cooling down in the fridge, the sponges cooling down on the cooling rack and your texts for all the replies to your invitations. You had already called Jungkook’s parents when he was at work the previous day so that leaves the rest of the boys to respond.

Opening your messages you see that Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi have responded with a positive reply, leaving Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok to respond. It was still 7 am so they would probably reply by noon.

You had so many tasks lined up so you start with the chocolate cake.

…

By the afternoon you had finished almost all the preparations including the chocolate cake with chocolate-covered strawberries decorating it, making his favourite food and decorated the area where you decided he would be cutting the cake, the wall behind the cake table is covered with a silver and white backdrop, you also spread balloons of the same color palette on the floor and successfully kept the man out of the birthday area. Although he tried a lot of times to sneak around you still somehow managed to keep the decorations a secret.

He obviously knows you’re planning his party but you still wanted to keep an element of surprise.

In the evening just before the party was about to start, you ask Jungkook to wait in the bedroom because he already got ready and you just need to put on some finishing touches in your makeup. Stepping out of the walk-in wardrobe you stop in your tracks and so does he.

Wow. That was what you both thought.

He was wearing an all-black outfit, black perfectly fitting trousers paired with a black dress shirt which was neatly tucked in, his shirt open till the second button along with his hair slicked back, a single strand touching his forehead. Oh, he looks so delicious. You watch him stare with his tongue poking his cheek from inside, you step out in a wine coloured gown that had a slit up to your mid-thigh. The dress hugged your curves perfectly and complimented your brown hair, he absolutely loved that fucking color on you.

“Can we get a little bit late to our own party?” He says and you giggle backing up against the closet door.

It would be an understatement to say that Jungkook wanted to make you late for the party, he wanted to just fuck you silly against the wall, the door and every fuckable surface, but he couldn’t because the moment he stepped towards you, eyes dark with lust, your doorbell rang.

•••

The party went very smoothly with everybody arriving on time, his hyungs arriving one after the other, Namjoon coming along with Yoongi. Taehyung and Jimin arriving together as they went to pick up Jungkook’s parents from the train station. On their arrival Jungkook opened the door getting surprised to see his mom and dad, hugging them together he teared up slightly seeing them after such a long time.

The evening went on with everyone sipping champagne and eating snacks, all of you chatted about how everybody’s lives were going on, how Jungkook was as a child, childhood stories and discussion about what gifts everybody bought, although nobody disclosed them before the cake cutting.

Later, everybody gathered around the backdrop as you brought out the cake you baked yourself. He looked at you with awe in his eyes when you told him that you baked it from scratch. “Thankyou for loving me. princess. Thankyou for existing, I love you so much.” He said as he kissed you after cutting the cake.

As you all opened the gifts after dinner, you waited for the gift you ordered for Jungkook to arrive. His parents gifted him a gold pendant with his birthstone studded in it. Taehyung bought him an expensive pair of shoes and Hobi bought him boxing gloves with JK embroidered its wrists. Namjoon and Jin both ended up giving the little one money as they couldn’t figure out what to buy, which caused a lot of laughter as Jin teased Namjoon for copying his idea. Jimin bought him a portable karaoke set on it and Yoongi gifted him an exclusive collection of guitar picks.

While everybody discussed their gifts you went up to the door and collected his surprise gift from the delivery man, closing the door with the wicker basket in your hand you brought his gift into the lobby. Everybody’s attention at you when you cleared your throat, “Happy birthday, Jungkook.” A whimper-like sound came from the basket and Jungkook got up rushing towards you. Happiness was evident in the way he jumped at the small bark the brown puppy let out. “Oh my god, it’s a little doberman!” he yells and you nod with a big smile on his face.

He couldn’t help but kiss you at the amount of happiness he was experiencing at that moment. He had been wishing to keep a pet for so long but couldn’t get the time to bring the idea to your knowledge but somehow you knew what he wanted.

Somehow you always know.

“He is Bam. Jeon Bam.” He chuckled picking Bam as if it were Simba from Lion King, did he just decide the name or was it something he planned for his future pet? Jeon Bam, sounds cute, just like it’s dad.

After that, the evening passed with everyone playing with the dog and Jungkook planning where to keep his bed, finally deciding to place it in the bedroom. The puppy adapted to the pillow and slept on it almost immediately since it got tired of running around so much. At one point Jungkook even had a little debate with Taehyung over what coloured collar would suit the puppy, eventually, after searching on pinterest and google, they settled on a red or cream option.

Followed by a very chaotic karaoke session on Jimin’s machine, everybody decided that they should be taking off, Jungkook’s father had a meeting the next day so they couldn’t stay as well. So, he dropped his parents at the station and came back to his apartment slightly messy and empty with just him and you. You were sitting over the kitchen island, one leg tucked under the other one that swung back and forth down the marble counter top. As you ate the leftover cake with a glass half filled with wine, your dizzy eyes watched him walk towards you, his eyes checking you out from head to toe.

“Where’s bammie” he asked as he walked towards you.

“Asleep. Had some milk though but slept again.” You tell him while eating the strawberry and he nods slowly, stopping in front of you.

“Thank you for today, princess. Best birthday ever, all thanks to you. My pretty girl.” He took one of your ankles and slowly pulled you towards him. Humming, you took a spoonful of cake and pointed it towards his mouth, “You deserve everything, baby.” You said, he takes the spoon from your hand and turns it towards you, hand gliding over your exposed thigh. You lean in to eat the cake but he just smears it onto your neck, licking it off you.

‘Jungkook- mhm” you hum in satisfaction as he finally, finally touches you. “You deserve everything too princess,” You feel his warm tongue lapping at the chocolate, the wine’s effect making you impatient when he sucks marks all over the skin. Your hand slips in his hair and his hand slips further into the slit of your dress. He groans throatily as he realizes you're bare underneath.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, baby?” he sighs deeply in the crook of your neck.

You giggle and before you could answer a quirky reply, just to rile him up more, he pulls you closer making you gasp. He looks into your eyes hands tracing up your neck wrapping his hand around it, drawing gentle patterns on your throat he leans in to leave wet kisses behind your ear. You let out a moan from the back of your throat, he traces his lips back to your jawline and whispers, “We sure as hell would never forget today, baby, but you are also gonna feel tonight for days.” His dirty yet exciting promise makes your stomach giddy and your body warmer than before. We could just conclude one thing about Jeon Jungkook.

He always keeps his promises.

#request drabble #jeon jungguk #jungkook drabbles #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #bts

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cyberrat · 8 months

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76th Batch Of Fics: 9th Fill

Cazador/fem!Tav – Part ⅓ – pre-established Tav/Astarion; rape/non-con; blood drinking; forced impregnation; changing POVs – Cazador got his hands on Tav and Asterion. He just wants to play. What's so wrong with that?

(disclaimer: dunno if vampires can actually impregnate anybody in canon lore; just accept that it is possible now for horny reasons lol)

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As the door opens, Astarion surges forward in his bindings despite himself. He fancies himself a person with manners and a good bit of education but Cazador’s smug visage simply brings out the beast in him.

“Oh shush, you. You’re going to wake this precious little snack with your barking and growling. Do you want me to get out a slipper and discipline you like the dog you are?”

Astarion’s blood boils. He surges forwards yet again, the bindings around his wrists biting into his skin. His stomach churns with hatred as he watches Cazador softly close the door behind him and wandering closer to observe his two captives; chained in different corners of the room, Astarion staring at him with abject hate and Tav… well. She is still out cold.

He will change that in a moment.

“You are worth less than the dirt beneath my boots,” Astarion hisses. He keeps baring his fangs at Cazador – as if that would intimidate him. As if anything this little doll could do were able to even remotely stop Cazador in his tracks.

“I am, am I?” he asks silkily, wandering toward the corner of the lovely unconscious Tav. The closer he gets, the more Astarion tenses up. Oh, how fun… he always is so precious when he’s in heat and looked for other dogs he can mate with. “I am not the one in chains, though. As I am not the one that will sit like a good boy and watch as I mate with his bitch and pump my litter into her belly.”

He squats next to Tav, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head up so Astarion may see her slack, unresponsive face.

Astarion’s cheeks flush a ruddy, angry red. His hands become like claws as he pushes into his chains, trying to rip them bodily out of the stone.

“You would not dare.” His voice is low and growling. Quite intimidating, Cazador is sure – if he weren’t so utterly, undeniably, hilariously outmatched by his Master. He is but an unruly child that will learn his lesson once and for all today.

Cazador smiles at him close-lipped and mild. With a flick of his wrist, Tav’s chains fall away, allowing him to lift her up bridal-style and move toward the large, ostentatious bed in the middle of the room.

He has taken care to treat his newest puppies to a gorgeous room.

“Look around, Astarion. Enjoy your stay. For after tonight, you will go back into your coffin.” He waits just a moment, watching the dawning realization make its way onto Astarion’s face before he continues with unholy glee: “I might let you out again, though… in nine months, I think. When you can admire the fruits of my labor.” He sits himself down with Tav on his lap, his hand spreading across her naked stomach. “It’s so irresistibly flat. Oh, I can feel the muscle. She’s a tough one, isn’t she? She could probably stem you with a hand. It’s what you enjoy so much in this little tryst you have going with her. Oh yes… I can read you like a Children’s book, you know.”

He turns his face toward her, deeply inhaling the scent of her blood thrumming just beneath her delicate, thin skin. Arousal prickles over his scalp, his cock starting to fatten beneath his robes.

Astarion inhales shakily, no doubt about to explode once again, but Cazador interrupts him smoothly: “She’ll grow soon. It will be a pleasure to watch, I am sure. I am far more partial to a nice plump stomach anyway…”

Astarion’s face twists, then looks like it is about to crumple.

Cazador pauses, fascinated by the sight. Would the beast stoop even lower and start to cry? The possibility has a shot of warmth rushing through his body. Astarion is always good for a neat little surprise, it seems.

When the dog speaks, his voice has gone softer, though scratchy with desperation as he begs his beloved: “Tav… Tav, wake up, damn it!”

Cazador smiles. His hands wander, sliding up to cup the heavy teats, thumbs dragging across their tight peaks. “Oh you wish for her to be awake for this? What an excellent idea! It shall not be said that Cazador will not honor the wishes of his guests.”

He leans in, allowing himself a few slow, dragging kisses against her neck and the artery pulsing strongly beneath her warm skin before focusing on his magic for but a brief moment.

Tav’s arms lift up obediently until her body is just about lifting from his lap. He then lets a silky robe curl around her wrists and ankles.

“I will kill you,” Astarion grits out between clenched teeth. His eyes are positively sparking with hatred, body coiled tight like a snake’s, ready to strike at the first possible moment… only that he is bound in his corner like the dog he is.

Cazador laughs, genuinely amused by his antics. It reminds him of why he made him his slave in the first place. A beautiful young man in the prime of his life… so easy with his affections and thinking so very highly of himself…

He looks older in his agony, though. There are lines on his face, his cheeks looking more sunken than usual as he leans into his bindings, hoping against hope that he might break himself loose after all. “No… I won’t just kill you, I will rip you apart and make sure you live through it for as long as possible.”

“MMhh how gruesome,” Cazador croons. He’s gently patting Tav’s cheek until she starts to hum low, her head rolling from left to right in disorientation. She’s waking up and the sight has Astarion shutting up real fast.

He finally sits back on his ass, his eyes so large and hurt – it is quite a delectable sight.

If Cazador weren’t so excited for Tav’s impending impregnation, he would certainly consider taking his little show pony for a ride. Astarion’s body surely would still remember him fondly…

“Mmnnhh… w… what?”

Tav is still groggy. Cazador is not sure what she might remember at all between being on the road and waking up in this room, naked and bound, but her tired confusion is very delicious indeed. While most of her weight is now hanging by her arms – an uncomfortable sensation for sure – he can still feel her slowly tensing as she takes in more and more of the situation she finds herself in.

He is quiet, just enjoying the show while his cock feels heavy and hard against his thigh.

It is possible to pinpoint the exact moment that she sees and recognizes Astarion bound in the corner. Her body sways naturally forward and toward him, his name stuttered out by her in confusion before she realizes that she can, in fact, not move the way she wants to.

Her breath hitches. Cazador can hear her blood rushing faster through her veins. Her agitation is palpable, sweetening the scent of her blood. He feels like he would be able to taste it through her skin if he were to lick her now.

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Tav starts to turn her head until she manages to peer over her shoulder and right into his eyes.

He smiles at her, fingers dancing in a light tickle across her stomach. “Welcome back to the waking world, my love. I am sure you will find it much to your liking once you have come to terms with your situation.”

#cyberratting writes stuff #cazador/astarion #cazador/tav #fem!tav #bg3 #tw rape #tw non con #impregnation kink

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hawks-anon · 5 months

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happy end of 2023, and a new 2024. by now i learned that all years cannot be particularly ‘good’ or ‘bad’. there will always exist happy moments, good moments, likewise, there will always be rough patches, moments where you want nothing but to lay down and be run over or pull your hair out of your scalp or run your eyeballs dry or cry into the mountains for a hope and an echo would reply in solidarity.

when people gather around wishing happy new years, the hope of a ‘happy new year’ is awfully similar to the hope of redoing something perfectly after tearing up your previous paper to shreds.

the exception would be that i hate the idea of that analogy now, i’d rather much live with my mistakes and be better in my next page.

for 2024, i’ll be a little greedier, actually. i want to have everything, so i can give it to my wife, so i can paint a smile on her face in the harder days. i want tomorrow to be a day where i wake up and see her face glow with restfulness and sleep. i want to be able to make her feel heard, inspired, loved. because god knows she has been that for me. my inspiration since day one, and my strength for until i take my last breath.

and i want to stop being an ass, even unknowingly, i can’t stand when i make her upset. so please 2024, spare me an extra few braincells. or i swear i will skin myself alive and wallow in self pity.

to my one love, i loved you in 2020, i loved you in 2021, i loved you in 2022, i loved you in 2023, and i will love you in 2024, and continue to love you until the year when i would be destined to die.

so heres to the glint in your eyes, heres to your toothy smile, and the cute gap in your teeth, heres to your pretty nose, and the way you squint and try to stare me down when you’re angry at me, here’s to your lips, when they curl, when they form a line or when they pout so cutely i just want to drop everything and kiss you. heres to little you, and big you, heres to happy you, and anxious you, and sad you, and angry you, heres to every emotion in between. heres to your parents for making you who you are, heres to your brother, heres for everyone —friend and foe— who passed you and made you who you are today.

heres to everything that you are.

and heres to our little family.

i love you, and i wish there was a better way to convey more of how i feel for you other than to describe it as being like a cardiac or respiratory problem and the only medicine would be you by my side, forever.

@keigotakamiz

#hawks speaking~#hawks bnha #happy new year #happy new years

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camisdreaming · 11 months

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Dream #1

Date: 8th of July 2023

Subjects: kidnapping, women, fantasy

(Part 1)

I don't know how long I've been locked in this room. All I know is that I must not disobey her. Otherwise her claws will slowly dig into my skin, or my head will sink in water, or my neck will be surrounded by a black band that will make me breathe less and less, or many other things that I'm afraid to even name.

The room has depressing grey walls and no light from the sun. The only good thing is that I am never alone. In the room lie three other girls with me. And when I'm with her, well there's her and her men in charge. Although when I'm with her I really prefer to be alone.

I hear the door squeak, a hand rests on the back of my neck, squeezing it through the curtain that separates us. I can't see her, but I can feel her nails digging into my skin, ruffling my hair. I freeze. I hear the lady say something, something I don't even have to hear to know what it is. The torture is coming. I hope it's not mine, I've been her favourite this week. She always compliments my golden hair, as she digs her long fingernails into my scalp and pulls my locks into her face.

Her face doesn't quite show. Her eyes and nose are covered by a black cloth, exposing only her full, full lips, which contrast with her white teeth when she smiles. Though, you don't want her to smile.

The pressure on the back of my neck eases and I breathe again. The redhead in front of me is trembling. Then she'll be the one for today. Good. I hate knowing that I'm relieved, I hate feeling like this when my friend is the one who's going to get hurt. I shouldn't. But I can't help it. I really don't know what she does to them, but it can be any worse that what she does to me. Right?

The next day I wake up before the others. I open the door with a paperclip I stole from the lady last week when she tied my wrists near her nightstand. I've memorised her schedule. And I know she's not in the house right now. Hopefully his men aren't on the other side of the door. I know what they are capable of. I've lived it. But I have faith that I won't find them, the mistress is too arrogant to think her slaves will escape alone.

The door opens and I slowly walk inch by inch out of the room. Corpses are lying on the floor. Mostly men, which are cut up and stain the floor crimson. Their member is mangled and the skin of their chest is split open, exposing the living flesh. I flinch. The lady must have had a bad day today. I've been here long enough to know that when she gets angry she tortures enough of them to death. It's not the first time the room has been turned into a graveyard. I sigh as I see a half-open window on the side of the wall. They must have left it open so the putrid smell of the bodies wouldn't build up. At least her men aren't here.

"Lina what are you doing?" The redhead's voice shakes me. I leap into the air to stifle my scream.

"What you see." Her raised eyebrows tell me she doesn't quite understand so I work out a better answer. "I'm running away, she isn't here, she won't be back for at least 40 minutes, it's our chance."

My friend nods. After all, we all want to get out of this horrible place. "What if she finds us? She won't kill us, she'll torture us until we die. I don't want to die like this." says another of the girls, the smallest of us. Her eyes are crystal clear, her arms are squeezing a teddy bear.

Her sister, the redhead from before, hugs her tightly, "Oh Cassie, nothing will happen to you, I promise." I know it's an empty promise but I say nothing. The worst thing you can do to that little girl is to make her lose hope. Although I'd be surprised if she hasn't given up hope yet.

The fourth of us speaks for the first time in weeks, "It's either die in here or die out there, I think I'd prefer the second option." A half-hearted fake smile tugs at her lips. Her dark hair covers half of her face. She is probably the prettiest of the four but she stopped grooming herself some time ago. Who blames her, really.

I nod. And as we climb out of the window we find ourselves on the roof of the house. Below us is a huge meadow. Just thousands and thousands of miles of green grass. I inhale the air, not knowing when I'll be able to do it again. The girls imitate me as I jump and land on the grass. It's pretty cushioned, yet it's been a while since I've felt pain from things like this. Only the lady makes me feel pain, every time I'm with her inside a room.

We start running, we don't have much time before the men realise that we are not there. I'm sure they've heard our bodies hit the floor. So I ignore the burning in my legs and run. I run and run till i reach something, something worth living.

#storytelling #story #ocs #kidnapped whumpee #kidnapping mention #fantasy #i want to strangle someone #womenincharge #dream #dreamtale

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

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jouta-salad · 3 years

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SDC Sugar Daddy HCs (Afab!Fem reader)

(CW: a touch of manipulation/toxic relationships, a hint of yandere, implied smut, age gap, mentions of intoxication/alcohol, daddy kink)

Oldseph

Typical. Not surprised he went after a beautiful young woman like you, especially considering he had an affair with Tomako when he was in his 50-60’s

He would definitely be rough with you, but it’s to be expected

He’ll grope your breasts and smack your ass in semi-public places and laugh when you get flustered and shy

Will definitely show you off to his friends at parties

“This is my baby y/n.. isn’t she a beauty?” *old man chuckle*

Speaking of parties, he would pressure you into drinking and you always end up getting drunk bc of him

Buys you lots of small dresses and lacy lingerie.. he especially likes buying you cute little sundresses

All you have to say is “daddy I want ____.” and give him doe eyes and he’ll buy double of what you originally wanted

Makes you massage his scalp sometimes

Will literally spoil you rotten and get you whatever you ask for, even if it’s the weirdest shit(He’ll even buy you horse semen if you really wanted it)

Loves to tease and poke at you in general

Kakyoin

My boy would definitely be kind of yandere

He literally had no one for most of his life so he wants to make sure you won’t ever leave him especially bc he loves you sm

Will gaslight you if you get angry at him

Loves spoiling you and would def buy you super expensive perfumes and shampoos bc he loves it when you smell good

He also loves buying you expensive handbags and silk clothing too

ESPECIALLY LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR SILK so expect a lot of cute silk lingerie, dresses, and nightgowns from him

Loves taking you to fancy ass parties and make you hold onto the crook of his arm and follow him around place to place like an accessory or smt

Would buy you cocktails to sip on while he took you around so you don’t get too bored

Shows you off sometimes at the parties

“This is my darling, y/n.. isn’t she just the prettiest girl?”

Would do shit like that and embarrass you for fun sometimes bc he thinks you’re cute all flustered and shy

He would totally do the ‘grab your chin with his fingers and force eye contact’ thing and then kiss you OMFGG

Btw, hes definitely a sucker for seeing you in his coats and shirts and seeing how oversized it is compared to you

Avdol

This man is one of the nicest sugar daddies ever

He would totally buy lots and lots of accessories like necklaces and bracelets and earrings

And probably lots of loose or flowy clothes

Would buy you any pets you want

Like literally you can ask for 3 horses and a cat and he’s back with people working on building stables and shit

He would take you on once-in-a-lifetime trips around the world at the nicest hotels

Would braid your hair or just play with it a lot

Definitely hires artists to paint beautiful portraits of you

He also hires professional gardeners to plant your favorite flowers in the garden

Genuinely has a lot of wholesome love towards you, and would do anything to keep him by his side forever

He loves when you kiss the scar on his forehead. He finds it so endearing.

He always dreamed of having kids with a beautiful woman like you… would definitely pressure you really hard if you didnt want any

Jotaro

He’s super fucking mean. Or acts like it atleast.

Would buy you professionally tailored dresses and lingerie and demand you wear them whenever he felt like it

He’ll pretty much buy you anything you want (especially if you give him puppy eyes) as long as it isn’t anything too weird

“..Good grief, don’t look at me like that.” *purchases $1500 handbag*

He also won’t let you buy lots of pets like Avdol. His limit is a dog and a cat.

I have a feeling he would pretend to be annoyed when you asked, but would willingly buy you so many plushies???

Takes you along to his business parties and gives you his card to buy cocktails and shit while he goes off and socializes.

And if you ever get drunk at one he’s gonna be pissed af and might “punish” you later or literally punish you. It depends.

Will definitely make you light his cigars for him

When you do something well he’ll give you head pats and stroke your hair

Call him sir or mr kujo and he goes bizzerk

He secretly loves it when you sit on his lap, and he’ll hold your hips when you do

Loves it when you massage his back and shoulders,, especially while he’s doing his work

Polnareff

This man is the ultimate sugar daddy

He will literally buy you anything you want.

Oh you stared at a pair of shoes at the mall a second longer than usual? He’s off to purchase it

did I mention that he’s also the biggest flirt ever?

“Did I ever mention you just look absolutely beautiful today mademoiselle? Not that you don’t normally hehehe”

He says shit like that daily to the point it barely fazes you anymore lol

He buys you the most extravagant presents out of the blue

One time he randomly bought you a fancy horse-drawn carriage ride “just for fun” and bc “he knew you would love it”

Will buy you flowers almost everyday and so there’s just vases all over the house

A huge fan of pda and will have you hold onto him whether it means holding his arm or hand

Also gives the best hugs

One day he adopted a white and light ginger cat that you both named “brûlée”

He fucking loves sharing food with you for no reason

Maybe it reminds him of that one spaghetti kiss in ‘Lady and the Tramp’

Also be wary because he might get drunk with his friends on accident and you’ll have to take care of him until he knocks out

#stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #jojos bizarre adventure #oldseph #joseph joestar #jean polnareff #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo #kakyoin noriaki #muhammad avdol #jotaro x reader #kakyoin x reader #avdol x reader #joseph joestar x reader #polnareff x reader

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wp-blaze · 1 day

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Surviving Parent Hood

Nobody talks about the pain you feel inside when the love your child has for you dies When they look at your hard work & aren’t satisfied When nothing you do for them is right No matter how hard you try You can see the distaste for you in their eyes When you thought y’all were […]

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writemekpop · 3 years

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Daddy’s Girl | Lee Taeyong

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x Reader

Summary: Mafia bosses don’t get holidays, but neither do baby mamas. So, you propose a swap... can he handle the heat?

Genre: Mafia AU, Daddy!Taeyong

Word count: 0.8k

Gif: @nctsworld

Request: Can I have a crack with MafiaBoss!Taeyong in which he is scolding by his s/o for a funny reason?

“Hey, mama, you didn’t have’ta wait up for me…”

You’re woken by a gentle kiss on your forehead. Taeyong’s bittersweet cigarettes fill your nose as you look at the window. The sun’s almost up.

A fresh cut curves over your husband’s dark eyebrow.

He looks like a mess. And you’re sick of it.

“What was I meant to do? Taeyong, I hate going to bed alone.”

Taeyong’s lips tighten. This clearly wasn’t the welcome he was expecting. “If you knew the day I’ve had…” His tone is gruff.

“Yeah, I get it, someone’s out to kill you – they always are. Try telling our four-year-old daughter that her daddy’s missing her birthday. Again.”

Taeyong scoffs. “Gang bosses don’t exactly get sick days, Y/n.” He grips his buzzed scalp like he wants to pull it off. “You spend one day doing some real work, and you’ll see.”

You stand up, your chair screaming against the floorboards. “Try me.”

Taeyong eyes are an unreadable black. “Fine. Tomorrow, we swap. You manage my men, and I… do whatever the hell it is that you do here at home.”

You search for a sign he’s joking, but there isn’t any.

Taeyong is deadly serious.

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You hold open the front door with one foot, dropping three satchels of cash. Leaning against the cool wood, you let your lids slip closed.

You place Taeyong’s handgun carefully by the door.

You’ve had one hell of a day.

“Taeyong?”

You eye the destruction in your apartment. Everywhere, ballerina skirts, schoolbooks and abandoned socks slouch over the furniture.

Grimacing, you pick up a banana skin. “Good day, babe?”

Taeyong emerges from the kitchen, furiously whisking a mixing bowl in his arms.

You struggle not to laugh.

Taeyong’s blonde hair isn’t slicked back over his head like usual. No, it’s pulled into a ponytail, making him look disturbingly cute.

A thin layer of flour coats his body, giving him a ghostly look. There’s no leather on his body today. Instead, a ‘Mummy’s Little Princess’ apron covers his carved chest.

Taeyong is panting so hard he can barely speak. “S-since when was our daughter a monster?”

You giggle. “Trouble?”

At the sight of your perfect composure, Taeyong’s frowns. “Jaehyun musta been pleased when you came asking for my money back…”

You pout. “He was surprised. But I did what you told me - I reminded him just how much he has to lose.”

You grin, remembering the colour draining from Jaehyun’s face. As you left, you just caught Jaehyun whisper, “Forget Taeyong. The wife’s the one you need to be afraid of.”

Taeyong’s smile drops. “You’re telling me he gave the money back? All of it?”

You smirk, crossing your arms. “Ten million, five-hundred and thirty-seven big ones.”

The veins on Taeyong’s arms stop flexing; he’s too stunned to whisk. “Wow, sugar, I wasn’t expecting that. H-how did y-you-”

You cut him off. “Please tell me you remembered our daughter’s birthday.”

As if on cue, you hear little feet smacking the hallway floor. “Daphne!” You scoop your daughter into your arms. Over the little girl’s shoulder, you glare at Taeyong.

“Happy birthday, princess! Come to daddy, I’ve got a present for you,” Taeyong says obnoxiously loud.

You feel a pang of jealousy at the honey in his voice. Taeyong hasn’t talked to you like that since…

You scold yourself. She’s your daughter, for god’s sake.

Daphne jumps out of your arms and runs towards Taeyong. As she pulls apart the scrappy wrapping paper of Taeyong’s gift, you hold your breath. Please.

She pulls out… a tiny rabbit toy.

You raise an eyebrow. It isn’t pink and fluffy like most cuddly toys. It’s a scruffy, skinny brown, almost… realistic.

It isn’t till you see the tag that you realise what Taeyong’s done.

“You bought our daughter a dog toy?” You mouth the words silently, but you could have been screaming.

Taeyong cocks his head to the side. You mouth the words even more furiously, adding hand gestures.

Taeyong’s mouth drops open. He scrabbles for the box.

When your husband looks up, he isn’t a weathered gang lord. He’s a little boy again, getting sent to the principal’s office for nicking sweets from the corner shop. Your heart is heavy.

But your little girl… feels the opposite?

“I love it, daddy!” she yells.

Daphne squeezes Taeyong so hard he has to shout, “Easy, cowgirl!”

Meanwhile, your culturally sensitive, age appropriate Bratz doll lies abandoned in the packet.

You sigh, a smile slicing through your frown. How can you be angry when your angel is so pleased?

Maybe Taeyong isn’t perfect.

But he’s yours.

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thicksimpx · 2 years

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❦ ˙ — Deja & Aizawa (@dejwrites )

It’s Deja’s birthday, it’s only right if Shota lets her have it her way.. right? 😈

Warnings : mature content, mature language, roleplaying, Aizawa has a praise kink, implied cum eating, slight choking if you squint, dom/sub undertones, face sitting

“Come on, come out let me see” she giggled holding her phone in her hand with her camera ready to snap pictures.

“You really think this is funny dont you Deja?” Shota yells through the bathroom door. “It’s to early for this shit”

“Come on its not that bad! And it’s my birthday” she whined. “You promised you’ll play along”

With a heavy sigh, the bathroom door creaks open revealing Shota, eyes low and a obvious expression of disapproval painted on his face - Slithering past your with his poor posture sport cat black cat ears, a collar and his briefs with a tail connected to it.

“Such a angry kitty” she coos snapping pictures. “You look so adorable”

“Yeah yeah” he huffs plopping down onto your shared bed. “What now?”

Locking her phone she lightly padded over to her closet, tip toeing to reach the back of the top shelf, feeling her, or rather his oversized t shirt hike up over her deep golden thighs and exposing the cuff of her ass.

Finding what she was looking for, she whips around to face Shota hiding the item behind her back as she slowly trailed toward him.

“Whatve you got there?” He ask when she in arms reach pulling her toward him and wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his face into her stomach.

Taking the opportunity, she quickly pulls the item from behind her back attaching it to the loop on the back of his collar. The clock makes his eyes snap open and gentle push her away to reach behind him.

“Deja- you have to be fucking with me. Is this a leash?” He shouts - his frown turning into a smirk as he slowly turns the collar so the rope hangs infront of him - Watching her throw the shirt over her head to reveal her floral lace scallop trimmed garter belt and two piece crotchless lingerie set.

Eyes blown, he swallows thickly as she grabbed the leash yanking him to his knees on the floor before her. He reached to grab her thighs and she smacks his hands down cooing “bad kitty it’s not about you today”

“I’m sorry” says the gritted teeth as her foot presses down on his throbbing erection, tip peaking out against his leg from beneath his briefs.

“Do you wanna be a good kitty for me Shouta?” She ask pressing her foot down harder making him hiss and groan a low “yes”

Trying to see how far she can take it, she structs toward the bed, sitting and crossing her legs while motioning for him to crawl forward. His resolve now gone- as if he was in a trance. Anything for his princess.

Without needing to be told, Shouta grabs her legs into the air, hooking them over his shoulders - making her body fall bad into the bed. He places kisses down her thighs until he reaches her glistening core. With a low growl he dives in, devouring Deja as if he had be starved for days and finally given the privilege to eat. Hips rutting against the bed as he slurped and licked at her cunt.

“Mmmm Sho..” she moans slipping her hand through his hair. He smiles softly eyes closed lulling in her moans. Until -

Her nails scrap at his scalp and yank him clean off her cunt. “It’s not enough Sho, “ she whines giving her best puppy dog eyes.

“I- “ at a lost for words, Shouta didn’t know if his pride should be hurt or if he should be excited that he has her nearly begging for more

“Get on the bed”

That’s all she needed to say, he gladly stood up and plopped back on the bed ready to be rode to ecstasy.

Lightly she crawls up the bed, straddling his lap, and wrapping the lease around her hand a few times - pulling him close and licking from his neck to his ear. “Meow for me, Shouta”

“Deja -“

She pulls back to look him in his face,“Too much?? “ he nods “Fine fine lay back downs

Letting go of the leash, he slides his arms behind his head and closes his eyes, feeling her warmth leave his body, only for a moment. After a couple moments, he started to question what she was doing. Why hasn’t she sat on his dick already.

Cracking an eye open, to his surprise Deja was standing right over his face, “you ready?”

He nodded silently and watched her cunt slowly make contact with his face. It was like it was his birthday instead. Ravaging her cunt with his tongue as her angelic moans echoed throughout the apartment.

Since they were in the 69 position, she could see the way his toes curled just from eating her out, Shouta has always gotten off on her pleasure alone. Kinky bitch.

Just to ease his suffering, just a bit her hands dip into his briefs, sliding them down enough for his dick to pop out. Hardly able to focus with the way he was ducking her clit while his fingers were buried in her cunt, she decides to jerk him off.

Just as he feels her hands sliding up and down his length, he works his fingers faster, making her cum with quiet sobs and trembling legs. His Tip alreadyleaking with precum- he was so close to his own release. So he thrust up into her hand limp hand a few times, ignoring her cries from still flicking at her pearl -and came, his large hand coming down on her ass, spanking her as his toes curled while he drenched her hand in his seed.

Slowly flipping off him to lay on her back, Deja closes her eyes chest heaving- tired. She successfully Dominated Shouta- he was the sub he always claimed he would never be. Fist in the air for her accomplishement.

“I know you don’t think we’re done birthday girl” she hears Shouta say - opening her eyes to see him throwing the cat ears of his head and grabbing her ankles dragging her body to the edge of the bed.

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Happy birthday sis 😂😂🤎🤎🤎

#aizawa selfship #aizawa smut #aizawa mha #Happy Birthday Deja 🤎🤎#moot selfship #bnha shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Incompetence

Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language.

Word Count: 1,231

A/N: Just a disclaimer-I’m well aware that Cedric was already...Deadric when Umbridge came along.

“Did something happen today?”

Cedric had been trying (without success) for the last 15 minutes to stop the pitiful cries bellowing from your trembling frame. He couldn’t get a word out of you other than the couple of times you had whimpered his name to display your very obvious upset. He kept his hands underneath your thighs to keep you wrapped around his waist as he carried you through the castle to his dorm, offering reassuring nods to those he passed in the halls to let them know you were okay.

At least, Cedric was pretty sure you were okay since you had yet to tell him what was wrong.

He kept pressing kisses to your temple and the crown on your head to remind you that he was there when you were ready to speak, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t be saying a word until you were settled in the privacy of his room.

“Almost there, sweet girl. Then we can talk, yeah?” He suggested as he finally made it within a few feet from his prefect door.

You only blubbered an affirming noise that you had heard him, keeping your head buried in the crook of his neck and your arms around his neck to assure that the Hufflepuff boy wasn’t going anywhere. He was able to maneuver the door open with his foot and push it open with his hip. He swiftly entered inside the room, approaching his bed and letting you sink into the mattress once he detached you from his body.

He was surprised when you slipped your shoes off and crawled under his covers, balling yourself inside until you weren’t even visible anymore. This was VERY unusual behavior for you, considering that you almost always waited until he was snuggled up next to you before you got comfortable. Cedric slipped out of his black and yellow robes, draping them across the chair of his desk.

Your crying hadn’t stopped, and his heart broke further and further with every sniffle and hiccup that came out of you. You whimpered when you felt the mattress dip, letting you know that Cedric was next to your curled up body. He rested a hand on your sniffling body that was lost within his sheets.

“[Y/N], you’re breaking my heart,” He said with a tone full of worry, wishing that you’d just tell him what was wrong; “Did something happen today?”

You only let out a noise of confirmation, followed by another hiccup.

“Okay...did you have a hard time with your Potions exam?” He questioned, realizing he’d have to guess what it was.

You shook your head, and even though he couldn’t see it, he could tell that wasn’t it.

“Did you have a bad time in Transfiguration?” He queried, rubbing your arm through the thickness of the duvet.

You shook your head again, causing Cedric to really think about it. If it wasn’t Potions or Transfiguration causing you all this grief, then it had to be Defense Against the Dark Arts since he had Charms with you and nothing odd had happened today.

“Did something happen during Defense?” He asked lightly.

Your silence was a giveaway, along with the new round of sobs that began exploding from your chest. He couldn’t stand to hear you cry anymore, ripping the sheets off of you and pulling you in.

“Baby, baby.” He mewled with concern, rocking you back and forth gently to soothe you; “What happened?”

You sucked in a shaky breath, wiping your tears on the shoulder of Cedric’s soft shirt.

“It was horrible, Ced,” You wept; “It was Umbridge.”

He brought you back to face him at the sound of your voice, his thumbs wiping away your tears that were steadily falling down your usually happy face. Cedric felt a sense of dread in his gut. Umbridge had been making everyone’s life a living hell all year. She was possibly the meanest soul to ever walk the planet.

“Oh no...what did she do, princess?” Cedric prompted.

A little bit of anger was beginning to wash over him. Not at you of course, but he had heard and seen what Umbridge had done to students, and he wasn’t sure what’d he do if she had physically hurt you.

“Umbridge yelled at me.” You confessed, falling into hysterical crying once more.

Cedric paused for a moment, and couldn’t stop the amused smile and soft chuckle that bubbled out of his chest. You sat up quickly from his hold, absolutely offended that he was reacting like this.

“Are you laughing at me?” You asked in a way that was supposed to be angry, but came out more hurt.

His smile faded into more of a softer one, and he cupped your face with a quick kiss to your lips. You were always a hit with professors. You were intelligent, witty, and very kind. There probably hadn’t been a day in your life where a professor had even remotely raised their voice at you. So, he wasn’t surprised that Umbridge had you falling apart like this.

“No, no, pretty girl. I promise I’m not,” He said, holding down a snicker. He knew you were genuinely upset over this, but he was just relieved that nothing else had happened; “Why did she yell at you?”

“I didn’t know the counter curse for some stupid dark charm or something,” You retold him; “She called me incompetent.”

That wiped the smile right off of Cedric’s face. That was one thing that he never, ever wanted you to think about yourself. You were unbelievably talented and bright, and he didn’t want you to ever think otherwise.

“You are not incompetent. You’re a wonderful, talented witch.” He told you, moving your hair that had gotten stuck to your wet cheeks.

“But she said-”

“Nope. I won’t hear another word of this,” He cut you off; “Umbridge is a horrible professor and even worse of a person. She has no idea what she’s talking about.”

You still looked discouraged, but at least your tears had stopped now. He was afraid he’d start crying if you hadn’t stopped soon. You rose to your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck for a more comfortable hug that you surely needed. His arms snaked around you as he left a kiss to your collarbone that he was eye level with.

“Thanks, Ceddy,” You murmured, scratching at his scalp; “Can I have one of your Quidditch sweaters?”

“Of course, baby.” He granted, letting you slip away to change clothes.

He couldn’t miss the slump of your shoulders and the dejection in your walk. Umbridge had really gotten in your head. You changed into his sweater, reveling in the way the material felt on your skin. He watched as you padded back to his bed, curling up against his pillows. He layered you with kisses, showering you with love and reminding you how amazing you were.

“You’re my pretty girl, you know that? My wonderful, talented, lovely girl.” He praised, leaving a kiss just above your brow bone.

He linked his legs with yours, running his fingertips along the exposed skin of your leg.

“Yeah,” You smiled; “I know.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to ever forget it.” He remarked.

“With you around, I don’t think I could forget.” You joked with a giggle.

He hummed, kissing you once more.

“Even better.”

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moonctzeny · 4 years

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Baby

au+trope+prompt game: college!au Jaehyun + fake dating + it’s just so hard not to fall in love with you

pairing: jung jaehyun x fem!reader x asshole!yuta

other members as background characters: yuta, mark, johnny, jungwoo

genre: angst, smut

word count: 9,124

warnings: abusive relationship, toxic behaviour

summary: “When Yuta breaks your heart for the millionth time, you meet Jaehyun, freshly broken up and looking for revenge. You decide to start fake dating to get back on your exes, but your plan takes an unexpected turn. You fall in love.”

a/n: I really don’t like putting yuta in a negative light like that it’s just for the fic’s sake! also I literally used the name Naeun as Jaehyun’s ex because I think it’s SUCH a pretty name, NO correlation whatsoever to any korean celebrity named naeun!

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You knew it was wrong.

Looking through your boyfriend’s, Yuta’s, phone while he took a shower, was the arguably the tackiest thing you have ever done.

He was always distant lately, only seeming to make time for a booty call, and at first, you blamed your hectic schedule. Your major was demanding, to say the least, so when Yuta suggested that you replace your dates with some “quality time” at his dorm, you had no objections. You didn’t know that he also meant ignoring your calls, canceling on you at the last minute to meet up with his frat brothers, and keeping your relationship strictly between four walls and two naked bodies.

The thought of him meaning more to you than you meant for him ate you away. It creeped in your mind while you heard the water running from your shower, and lead your fingertips to tap in the password of his phone.

Opening his messaging app, you recognize his best friends’ icons in a group chat consisting of his frat members. You scrolled up, ignoring the latest massages regarding a party that the frat would be throwing in two weeks. You started to feel guilty, not exactly sure what you were looking for, when you saw your name at the screen.

m0rklee[00:10]: @yutassanhyung, i saw your girl today at the supermarket! why didn’t you tell her about the party next Sunday?

you[00:12]: what girl lol

m0rklee[00:13]: y/n?? i thought you guys were together?

you[00:12]: nahh

fairyteil[00:15]: eyy @yutassan if you’re done with her i know a couple guys who wanna hit it too

you[00:16]: be my guest haha

you[00:16]: don’t get me wrong she was bad when we met but shit is getting kinda stale

tenoutoften[00:17]: aren’t you on your way to her place lol

you[00:17]: hey hey pussy is pussy

Was that all you were to him? Pussy?

Yuta called you special, he called you yours. He didn’t like it when you were talking to other guys. He ripped your lingerie set because he didn’t want anyone else to ever see you in it but him. And then he dared to go around and call you a fling?

You heard the water stop running and knew you didn’t have much time until you had to face him, the thought alone making you sick.

You didn’t bother to lock his phone again, leaving the chat that made you so upset open. Grabbing your keys and a jacket, you left your place and hoped that Yuta would get the message and get the fuck out of there before you came back.

Your legs walked on their own accord, your memory leading you to the only place where you knew you’d find any sort of comfort. When Johnny opened his door, tears were already streaming down your face. He took the open tequila bottle you were holding and pulled you in for a hug. He smelled like weed and beer, and after hearing the “Is that the pizzas?”, you realized that your best friend wasn’t alone.

You quickly wiped your cheeks and fixed your sex hair that Yuta messed up, trying your best to look presentable. Johnny put a hand on your back and lead you to his living room. Jungwoo, your and Johnny’s friend from high school, was sprawled out on the couch, a little disappointed after seeing that you were, in fact, not the pizzas. Next to him, drowning in a bean bag, was Jaehyun. You didn’t really know him very well other than the fact that he took the same major as Johnny, so you felt a little insecure looking as messy as you did right now. His eyes were red, just like the other men’s, but you could swear his eyelashes looked a little damp.

Jungwoo’s words were muffled by the barbecue chips he was munching away.

“Yoo y/n, I didn’t know you were coming!”

You placed the tequila bottle on the table,

“Yeah, Woo, figured you wanted something to drink”

“Move” Johnny murmured to him, but he only stretched and sighed dramatically, shoving a handful of chips in his mouth.

“I don’t need a drink I need food. I’m hungry and I got the munchies”

Johnny grabbed his ankle and with impressive ease, dragged Jungwoo to the floor. The taller man sat on the couch, on the side next to Jaehyun and you followed his lead, letting a grumpy Jungwoo lean his head on your knees. Taking the lit joint from Jaehyun’s fingers, Johnny turned his attention back on you.

“So tell me chica” he said and took a hit, “who do I have to beat up?”

“Yuta”, you grumbled, “I’m ghosting this motherfucker”

You felt the vibrations on your lap when Jungwoo started talking.

“What did he do this time? Didn’t I tell you not to get involved with stupid frat boys?”

You started petting his hair, the softness comforting under your fingers.

“Apparently I’m not ‘bad’ enough for him anymore” you replied, throwing air quotes and rolling your eyes.

“Whaaaaat” Johnny drew out with a cough after taking a particularly deep inhale from the blunt, “you’re like the baddest bitch I know. Even now, that you’re all puffy from crying and smell like his dick”

You hit his shoulder, almost dropping the joint he was passing to Jungwoo, embarrassed that he would say something like that in front of Jaehyun, an almost stranger to you.

“I don’t know, man” Jungwoo started, and you could hear the smile on his face, “when girls cry it’s kinda hot”

You were contemplating how many hairs of his you should rip out of his scalp when the telecom rang, assumably by the pizza delivery man.

“Saved by the bell”, Jungwoo muttered to himself and got up quickly to open the door. While the youngest paid for the pizzas, Johnny held your hand, a bit guilty for his words earlier. He had a mischievous smirk and kept shifting his gaze between you and Jaehyun, who had been sitting in silence ever since you got here, occasionally smiling at your friends’ teasing.

“Fuck Yuta, man. You should find a nice guy to treat you well and fuck you even better y’know?” he started, and patted his buddy roughly on the back, “Like Jae over here”

Your eyes widened and you instinctively glanced at Jaehyun, ears a deep red and a matching shocked look on his face.

You cleared your throat, “No offense, but, like, aren’t you practically married to this girl-uhhh what’s her name again? Naeun?”

To someone who wasn’t listening to your conversation, it must have seemed like you tased him, or brought up a painful childhood memory, or asked him if he’d be willing to lick a lemon after washing his teeth. He looked away from you, and turned his attention to his nails, ripping a cuticle off in deep concentration. His voice was so quiet when he finally spoke, that you barely heard him. “I broke up with her, actually.. Like, three hours ago”

Guilt washed over you in an instant, not knowing that you scratched a wound so fresh. You wanted to apologize and even ask if you should leave the three alone, when Jungwoo grabbed the Tequila bottle and crashed on the couch clumsily between you and Johnny.

“Fuck love!”, he yelled, “let’s get wasted”

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You stared at the empty José Cuervo bottle rising up and down Johnny’s chest with every one of his snores. He was laid out on his couch, his tall height taking up all of its entirety, leaving Jungwoo passed out on the floor. Jaehyun followed your eyes and smiled at Johnny’s sleeping face, mouth open and tongue spilling out.

After the 4th shot, you found out that Jae was a pretty decent guy. He let you rant about Yuta while your friends were busy trying to see who could eat a large pizza by himself the fastest. You told him all about how you never went on dates anymore, how you looked through his phone after having sex, and the text conversation you found earlier tonight. He listened carefully, without judgment, and after smoking some more of Johnny’s staff, he opened up to you about his relationship with Naeun.

Or rather, how he found her fucking his roommate on his own bed.

You always thought of these two as what they call a ‘power couple’. Valedictorian meets basketball all-star, they graduate and have beautiful babies, while all the rest of us mortals can do is admire from afar. You would have never guessed the toxicity, constant cheating and manipulation that Jaehyun was recounting. You bonded over stories about cancelled dates, emotional distancing and feeling like you’re always the one giving but never receiving. If you were being honest, you would have never expected such emotional depth from a college point guard. He drew you in with his gentleness, and you noticed how different he was from Yuta, who engulfed you with his intensity. You also hated how even now, you were still thinking of him.

Just then, you got his third message for the night:

asshole [03:35]:come on baby don’t ignore mee, me and the guys were just messing around

you [03:36]:stop texting me

you [03:38]:we’re done

You locked your phone, upset and angry, and felt Jaehyun sigh.

“I know I’m falling for her stupid games, but I just want to get back at her y’know? Show her what she’s missing, that type of thing”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. During the past hours, you weighted all the possible ways you could make Yuta regret ever taking you for granted.

He was so charming that he could get laid with anyone he wanted (and probably did, even when you were ‘dating’), but even after what he said to Taeil, you knew that he hated the thought of anyone else fucking you. He wanted your body to be his, without having to deal with the commitment that came with that privilege.

You thought about fucking one of his frat buddies, but that would get you from being called ‘Yuta’s girl’ to ‘ΘΨΩ’s cumslut’, and your self esteem couldn’t take that blow.

Jaehyun’s deep voice interrupted your train of thoughts.

“Maybe Johnny’s right”

“Huh? ”

“You should date me”

You blinked at him twice, not knowing what to reply when you saw him wave his hands frantically in front of his face.

“Fake date me! I mean, you should fake date me. Sorry, the weed’s got me a little fucked up”

At first, the idea seemed crazy. Yes, it would make Yuta furious that you were supposedly fucking one of the hottest guys on campus. Yes, Naeun would get mad that she didn’t have Jaehyun’s constant attention that she so craved anymore. Yes, you two might have revealed your deepest insecurities, opened up your hearts to each other all while sharing a bottle of alcohol, but you had never hanged out together without Johnny being present. You had barely hanged out together, period. But wouldn’t that make it even more believable? Two of Johnny’s best friends break up at the same time, meet up at his house and inevitably end up together. You didn’t share the same major, so you wouldn’t have to put up the act too much at college. And with social media, making a fake relationship believable was easier than ever.

asshole [03:42]: fuck you. you think you can find someone better than me?

Drunk and lacking logic, you agreed on the plan, and gave him your number. You had just finished creating the contact on his phone when he suddenly got up and rushed to the bathroom, facing the consequences of the tequila and weed combo.

You passed out on Johnny’s bean bag and when you woke up on Sunday afternoon, Jaehyun was gone.

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You didn’t expect him to text you on Monday, thinking that it was intoxication that gave him the idea of fake dating and made it look brilliant. So when he gave you the address to his dorm, to further discuss your ‘operation’ you were surprised, but determined to succeed.

The plan was simple. You would start tagging each other on your instagram stories, to show people that you were spending time alone. He agreed to pick you up from your lecture on Wednesday, your classes coinciding on neighboring buildings. And for you final act, he’d come with you as your plus one for the frat’s party next Sunday. Mark was nice enough to invite you, after Yuta ‘forgot’ to do it instead, and Naeun, being Taeil’s sister, wouldn’t miss it for the world. It was the perfect opportunity to flaunt your new relationship, all while being on the opponent’s part of the field.

You started off innocently enough. After you and Jaehyun finished brainstorming ideas about the ‘operation’ as he insisted on calling it, he suggested you stay for a movie and some Chinese food. His dorm was cozy, a little messy, maybe, but it fitted his boyish charm. He had a nice collection of vinyls, stating that his favorite one was I. by Cigarettes After Sex. You were a bit taken aback by his love for dreampop and rnb, but the more you got to know him, the more it seemed to fit him nicely. On the wall next to his bed hung a display full of all of his sport trophies. He was known for his basketball skills, but you also saw medals for soccer, track, volleyball. Amongst them all was an English certificate and a spelling bee award. You wondered if he ever felt pressure trying to be so perfect all the time.

The movie was terrible, but Jaehyun managed to entertain you by making silly jokes throughout and mocking the actors’ bad acting. It was the first time you ever saw him crack a joke like that and be willing to contort his handsome features. So much better than the dream boy image he was feigning for everyone, but you didn’t know him well enough to tell him. The movie was halfway done when he picked up his phone and opened a camera app through his Instagram.

“Shouldn’t we take a story? Since we’re together anyways?”

You nodded and scooted closer to him. He was a bit hesitant as he positioned the camera to capture your legs that were touching, a scene from the movie playing in the background. It was a cute picture but nothing indicated that the two of you were more than friends. You pressed the X at the top of the screen to discard the picture, and placed his hand on top of your thigh. You turned around just in time to witness his ears turning into a fuschia pink.

“Is that okay?”

He nodded and regained his cool, taking the picture and tagging you with a red heart next to your username.

A couple hours after leaving his place you texted him, asking if Naeun had replied to his story. He said that unfortunately, the only person who batted an eye was Johnny, replying with a “ 👀 👀 👀 “ .

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You met up again the next day, at your apartment this time.

He looked nervous being in a place so foreign to him yet so personal to you, so you decided to turn the lights down to help him relax, insisting that you weren’t trying to seduce him or anything. He laughed at your joke but still looked tense, and you thought that maybe he needed some liquid courage to open up.

“Hey Jae. Want a drink?”

It took him 3 beers to finally loosen up and show you his dimpled grin again. You were sitting on the floor, facing each other and feeling comfortable in the ambience of the room. A Spotify playlist was playing in the background so it would fill up the awkward silence but wouldn’t distract you from your conversation.

“Wait wait wait. So you sleep without a pillowcase?”

“Yeah, didn’t you notice it when you came to my place yesterday?”

“I thought you forgot to do your laundry!”

His laugh was resonating and deep and manly. It made his eyes disappear and his face light up, not that it didn’t anyway - the guy could easily be a skin care ambassador, and you made a mental note to ask him about his moisturizer later.

You followed his gaze to one of your walls. Pictures were filling it up, memories of yourself and your siblings, of your friends from home that you missed, of Johnny and Jungwoo. You felt a little insecure then, comparing them to Jaehyun’s countless medals and awards.

“I’m not good at sports like you, so I have nothing else to hang on my wall”, you laughed awkwardly but he shook his head.

“No, I’m actually jealous of you. Everyone always seems to want to be around you”

“Except Yuta”

“Yuta’s an idiot, then. You are way out of his league anyways.”

You felt yourself turning into a blushing mess and looked for a way to break the awkward silence that followed his comment.

“Wanna share another one?” you asked him, shaking the empty beer bottle on your hand and he nodded. You started getting up when you felt him put a hand on your shoulder and pick up the bottles you had finished up from the table himself. He rinsed them off and put them away to the recycling bag next to your sink, the domesticity of the action making you melt. You watched as he stood on his tiptoes to reach a lager from the top drawer of your fridge, revealing a defined set of abs and two cute dimples on his lower back. You ripped your eyes away immediately, like you were caught doing something illegal, and he walked back to his spot next to you. As soon as he sat down, he groaned and threw his head back.

“The bottle opener was on the kitchen counter. I forgot to bring it”

Without saying a word, you took the beer from his hand and placed the cap in your mouth. It was a party trick that your older brother had taught you when you were 15. After finding a stable indentation on your teeth, you manipulate the rough edges of the cap and pop the beer open. You return the glass bottle to Jaehyun, who’s looking at you incredulously.

“Fuck me, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”, he breaths out and you feel your whole face burning up. You opened and closed your mouth a couple times, trying to register that someone like him thought you were hot, when you felt your phone vibrating, saving you from further embarrassing yourself.

Johnny’s picture lit up on the screen and you mentally prepared yourself for the following conversation. You and Jaehyun decided against telling anyone about your relationship being fake. It’s not that your best friend wasn’t reliable, but if you told Johnny you had to tell Jungwoo, and Jungwoo doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut to save his life.

“John, what’s up”

“Eyy chica what took you so long?”

You looked at Jaehyun who had leaned back against the pillow of your couch and sipped on the beer you would share.

“Yeah sorry I was a little busy”

“Busy.. with Jaehyun?”

You tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but you were still trying to recover from the previous incident.

“Yeah, he’s here”

“Ohh I see, little y/n can’t get enough of Jae’s slam dunks.. I bet he’s teaching you the bank shot, the opening tip, the double dribble, the fast break, the palming.. he sure is great for a rebound-”

You interrupted him, growing tired of his nonstop basketball innuendos.

“Why did you call me Johnny?”

“Damn, sorry, I just wanted to ask you what you wanted for your birthday”

Shit, you forgot about that.

“Just get me whatever, I don’t care, you know how much I hate celebrating anyways. I’ll get the cake myself, so no surprises”

Jaehyun lifted his brows and waited patiently for your call to end before asking:

“What are we celebrating?”

“It’s my birthday on Friday. I’m going to invite a couple people over and Johnny’s already stressing over it. Don’t worry, though, you don’t have to come”

“How can your boyfriend not come to your birthday party?”

You laugh bitterly.

“Well, it’s not like Yuta came last year. To any of my parties for that matter”

“Well, he must have made up to you somehow? Got you a very special gift or something?”

“If you count eating me out as a gift then yes. It was very rare indeed.”

You took the beer from him and took a sip yourself. You noticed he had his eyes glued on his phone, his expression gloomy.

“Is everything okay?”

He snapped out of it at the sound of your voice and turned his phone screen towards you.

It was Naeun, or rather a post on her instagram account. She had her tongue out in the picture, hugging two guys that were unfamiliar to you. You read the caption.

“One day the loser will realize that the diamond he thinks he’s playing with is actually a rock”

Jaehyun mumbled an apology. I guess he thought that you’d be a bit offended being called a ‘rock’ but you were actually feeling satisfied. Your fake relationship had managed to get her attention, and for Jaehyun’s sake, you wanted to rub it in her face even more.

You opened your camera app and placed your phone on the table next to you. He figured what you wanted to do so he sat up straighter and motioned to his lap. You’d normally be a bit hesitant to sit on him if it wasn’t for the two beers and your determination, that had fired up again due to Naeun’s words. Leaning back a bit, you set up the self-timer and he put his hands on your hips to stabilize you.

You had agreed on turning up the boldness of your pics, so you placed your hands on his neck, right under his jawline. He snaked his hands upwards and wrapped them around your waist, bringing you even closer. His eyes were glossy from the alcohol and he looked at you with an impressive calmness, considering the intimacy of your position. It seemed like he was waiting for something, the ticking of the timer urging you to take things a bit further and he nodded, as if giving you permission. You leaned in, and pressed your lips on the corner of his mouth, like you couldn’t decide on kissing his dimple or his lips.

After hearing the click you climbed down from his lap, and prayed that the photo came out in focus. Your heart couldn’t handle another retake. From the angle of the camera, it seemed like you were a couple in love, sharing a sweet kiss on the lips. You added a cute caption and tagged him, so he could repost it later on his own account.

It hadn’t been 5 minutes before your phone lit up.

yutassan replied to your story: what the fuck?

You smiled triumphantly and showed the message to Jaehyun, who laughed at Yuta’s reaction. He gave you an excuse about some forgotten homework and how it was late and he has to go.

“Remember, I’ll pick you up tomorrow from class, so wait for me”

After he left, you thought about your almost kiss and the dimples of his back for way too long.

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You exited the classroom with a growing headache. The lesson today seemed extra boring, and all you could think about was that you had to convince Johnny that it really took just three days for Jaehyun and you to officially start dating.

As promised, the pair waited for you at the end of the hallway, your best friend looking at the two of you expectantly. Jaehyun was a good actor, you thought, as he approached you before you got to reach them, meeting you halfway.

“Hey baby”, he smiled at you, the nickname turning your legs into jelly. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder, and kissed your cheek sweetly, making Johnny coo at the two of you.

“I can’t believe that I hadn’t thought about pairing the two of you together earlier”

He must have thought that the awkward body language and the silence that fell was a sign from you and Jae to leave you alone. He excused himself, saying something about “letting the young lovers swim in the pool of their love”, or something along those lines.

The two of you walked together, following the road to your next class that was just a few buildings away.

“So how has class, baby

You rolled your eyes at the insistent nickname, “you know that Johnny left us, like, 5 minutes ago, right?”

“Let me enjoy itttt”, he whined, “Naeun never let me call her anything like that”

“Why is that?”

He looked at his feet moving and frowned in thought.

“She said I was embarrassing her in front of her friends. I think she just didn’t want other guys to know that we were together”

You felt a pang of sadness and you realized that it always followed any conversation you two had about his and Naeun’s relationship.

“Well then if you call me baby, I can will you honey. Or sugarplum. Or pumpkin pie. Or-“

It was startling how fast Jaehyun pressed you up against the wall. In just a moment, he had put his hands on your waist, burying his face in your hair. You shivered when you felt his breath as he spoke against your neck.

“Yuta’s watching us”

All you could do was stay frozen in place, and listen with wide eyes.

“Huh?”

He chuckled at your response, but he replied patiently.

“Yuta? Your ex? He’s right over there. Figured we should give him a show”

And with that, he kissed you. Everything was happening so fast, that you could barely comprehend that Jaehyun, that was a stranger in the past weekend, was now making out with you at the hall, for everyone to see.

And that included Yuta.

You opened your eyes in the kiss and searched for him, spotting him with his frat buddies. His eyes were piercing through the two of you, and you saw Mark holding him back by the shoulder. The look on his face was priceless.

Jaehyun pulled back and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you”, you whispered, “but I need one more favor”

“Anything baby”

“Slap my ass as we walk away”

Sure enough, Jaehyun took your hand and you continue your walk, momentarily stopping to make eye contact with Yuta and give you a little spank. It was something your ex loved doing on the rare occasion you two met up outside of your dorms, no matter how public the setting. You heard Mark yelling something at his ‘Yuta hyung’ and that’s when you thought, your plan just might work.

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You didn’t see Jaehyun until your birthday. It was just a small get together, but your place was starting to get a bit crowded as time went by. Johnny had been suffocating you with hugs ever since he got there, reminiscing the time you met as teenagers and calling you an old lady. Jungwoo on the other hand couldn’t stop asking about Jaehyun. You kept making excuses about how he didn’t feel so good today and might not make it. You didn’t expect him to come, of course. Just because you had agreed on fake dating, it didn’t mean that he had any obligation to be present in all your social events. The loving message he left on your Facebook wall was enough to fulfill the purpose of your current relationship.

That is why, when you heard a knock on your door, the last thing you thought you’d see was Jaehyun holding a dozen of red roses.

“Happy birthday baby!”, he exclaimed and gave you a kiss on your cheek,

“I asked Johnny about your favorite flowers, hope we got it right”

Feeling speechless, you took the roses from his hands and inhaled their sweet scent. You were dumbfounded that he actually came, and even brought you a present. You thanked him for coming, and he repeated the same thing he said back at your place, “how could your boyfriend miss your birthday?”

And even you were fooled, momentarily, when he held you by the waist later that night and sang you happy birthday. You blew your candles and all you could wish for was a love like the one Jaehyun was faking for you. He helped you clean up, and was more than willing to socialize with all of your friends. You admired how well he fitted in your social circle, already friends with Johnny and Jungwoo, yet so nice that even people he met for the first time came to love him.

You were sitting on one of your dining chairs, your two best friends already passed out on your couch. They had brought two bottles of vodka and your favorite tequila, but you weren’t in the mood to drink. You couldn’t help but remember the time when you practically begged Yuta to be there on your special day and he still missed it. You were scared that if you got a little drunk you would text him, or worse, call him, his sweet talk bringing you back to him all over again.

The only sounds resonating through your apartment were Jungwoo’s light snoring and a chill Spotify playlist playing from your laptop. A familiar tune came on, and you recognized it being ‘Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby’ by Cigarettes After Sex. You immediately looked at Jaehyun, the only conscious person still at the party other than you. He threw his head back and sighed contently at the sound of his favorite song. You saw him get up and walk over to you, reaching his hand out.

“Will the birthday girl spare me a dance?”

You slow danced in the middle of your living room, ending the night in the sweetest note. Jaehyun always felt so stable, so safe. You wondered how he got himself tangled up in that mess of a relationship with Naeun. Maybe it was the way he treated people with such kindness, void of any prejudice. Maybe he was a little bit like you, and didn’t think he deserved much.

“She’s crazy” you mumble against his chest, his confused hum making you feel the vibration on your face.

“Naeun. She’s crazy for ever cheating on someone like you. You’re perfect”

“I have my flaws”

You thought about how competitive he got when you played beer pong earlier, how his ears get red when he gets embarrassed, how he shows his dimpled smile in apology when he’s late. His love for drinking and how it makes him more honest, his trust in people that must have gotten him hurt many, many times. You liked them all, you loved them all.

“It’s just so hard for someone not to fall in love with you”

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And that’s how the days went by with Jaehyun. You met up almost every day, in restaurants for a nice dinner, or hanging out in each other’s dorm. It was so much fun getting to spend time with him, that you sometimes forgot to make your meetup public on social media. You helped him with his math homework, and he helped you dye your hair. You even went to his basketball game, and he dedicated one of his goals to you, following every teen movie cliche.

You felt a little sad how it was all falling to an end. The plan was successful, for the most part. Naeun had asked Jaehyun to meet up later tonight, talk things through. You wished he wouldn’t go back to her, but you knew you had no real say in his love life. Yuta saw that he didn’t own you, that there were people like Jaehyun that were willing to give you what your ex had promised you, but wasn’t able to give. Well, not really, you reminded yourself. Jaehyun was faking it. You shouldn’t let yourself get lost in the fairytale, even if the past two weeks were some of the best of your life. He had proposed that you claim that the reason for your upcoming ‘breakup’ was differences in character, but you decided to stay friends. You were happy that at least, in the midst of all this mess, you met someone like him.

It was Saturday, a day before the frat party. You had invited him over, celebrate the end of your relationship with some pizza and a movie.

The movie was boring, but Jaehyun made you laugh. It reminded you of the first time the two of you met up alone. You had gotten comfy on your couch, sharing popcorn when you noticed. A huge bruise was peeking out from Jaehyun’s tank top, the dark color contrasting against his porcelain skin.

“What the hell?!” you exclaimed and scooted closer to him. You rushed your hands on his chest, your fingers pushing the fabric aside to examine the bruise. You found even more bruises scattered around it, accompanied with scratches that stretched longer than his top could.

“It was from the game the other day”, he tried to excuse, but you weren’t buying it.

“Jae, I was there. You played basketball, not WWE. Now who did this to you?”

He sighed and fidgeted with a loose string on his jeans, clearly uncomfortable.

“When I caught Naeun with my roommate, and broke up with her, she didn’t take it very well”

You kept staring at him, urging him to continue.

“She started calling me names, saying that she’s the best I’ll ever have. That I’m worthless without her, just a social climber trying to mooch off of her popularity”

He motioned on his torso, “When I kicked her out of my place, this happened”

“Is that the first time she acted violent?”

He shook his head. “Pretty much every time she didn’t get her way”

“Jae”, you started, placing your hands on top of his “this is abuse. Have you ever talked to anyone about it?”

“It’s- it’s nothing. It’s embarrassing”

“No it’s not! Abuse is not exclusive to any gender! Guys get affected by it too!”

“It’s embarrassing because I know I can physically stop her but I don’t”

His eyes were starting to water, the sight was heartbreaking. “I sit there frozen and just take it”

“Why?”

“Because part of me believes her. That I’m hopeless without someone like her, dictating what I can and cannot do. I don’t need a shrink to tell me that it’s sick. I have these bruises to remind me”

You were starting to get angry. Angry at that bitch for hurting him, angry at Jaehyun who puts up with it, angry at you, for not seeing past the obvious like everyone else.

“I’m not letting you go see her tonight”

He laughs at you, putting up an invisible barrier between you.

“Not letting me? Wake up y/n! We’re not a real couple, remember? We’re just faking it to satisfy our selfish needs. This whole thing is pointless”

He stormed to the door and you tried to stop him, but he was too riled up for that.

“You’re going to forget about me as soon as this whole circus is over, just like everyone else”

“How can you accuse me like that when you haven’t even let me be a part of your life for real?”

“Because now you’ve met me. Me. With all my ugly, all my fucking bruises. Is it still so hard not to fall in love with me?”

With that, he closed your door with a bang, not even letting you answer that yes, it was impossible not to fall in love with Jung Jaehyun.

———————————————————

History seemed to repeat itself, as you got a text from him the next morning, that you didn’t expect.

jaehyunnie: let’s meet outside of the frat at 10:30, i’ll bring the booze.

And that’s what you did, showing up with your shortest skirt, spotting Jaehyun sitting a few meters from the frat’s entrance. He was laying against the wall, his eyes red, and he gave you the same smile he always did when he saw you, as if your fight yesterday never happened.

“Hey baby” he said and pulled you in for a hug. You couldn’t resist the invitation, and felt yourself melting in his embrace. He smelled like weed and shower gel.

It was nice, how he proclaimed your truce, but you still had to get something off your chest.

“Listen, Jae, about last night, you were right. This whole thing is pointless. We can go home, if you want”

“No baby”, he started and pulled away just enough to look at you. His eyes were droopy but glancing back at you with such care as he moved a strand of hair out of your face, “we’re here to have fun”

You wondered why he was still willing to come to the party with you as your boyfriend. Maybe he wanted to do you one last favor with Yuta, or maybe he wasn’t done indulging in Naeun’s petty games. You looked at his forearms, noticing a few scratches that weren’t there yesterday.

“I’m guessing you and Naeun didn’t make up last night”

He shook his head, and rubbed his hands on your back, keeping your temper down.

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Something like that”

You didn’t know what came over you. It was anger and protectiveness, possessiveness even. You laced your fingers in his locks, letting his head rest against the wall. If Naeun wanted you to speak in her language, then so be it.

You started kissing his neck, on that part on the side that is tender and sensitive. You heard passerbys whistling at the two of you, seemingly getting it on in public. Your licks and sucks weren’t meant for pleasure though, you had a goal and that was to leave a bruise. A statement for Naeun.

You walked in the building hand in hand and followed Jae to the kitchen, where he poured you a drink out of the bottle he brought along. Looking around, you sensed a couple familiar faces staring back at you from the crowd. Taeyong from class, Mark and Ten, and last but not least, Naeun. You downed the drink in one shot and lead Jaehyun to the dance floor.

He put his hands on your hips, and swayed you at the sound of some club song you weren’t familiar with. You ground your ass against him and he hissed, keeping you close against him. A little voice in your head was screaming how this isn’t real, to him this is all pretend, but you ignored it. You wanted her to think that he was yours, that she couldn’t hurt him anymore.

“Why are you doing this to me y/n? Yuta’s not even around”

Jae turned you around, and you put your hands on his shoulders. He looked absolutely breathtaking tonight. You searched his face for a flaw, yet couldn’t find any. You wouldn’t change a single thing on him.

“She’s here” you said venomously.

He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of your hair and trying to ground himself from his high. “I don’t give a fuck about Naeun”

He kissed your ear and your mind fogged up even more.

“She didn’t ask me to meet up yesterday, I did. I wanted to tell her that she and I were done, for good. I thought she wouldn’t be here tonight, but I guess she changed her mind”

What?

“Then why are you here? And why did you let me give you that big ass hickey?”

He stopped nibbling on your ear, and whispered to it instead.

“I’d never miss up on a chance to feel yours”

The bodies dancing next to you, the liquer you had downed a few minutes ago and Jaehyun’s words were getting too much to handle. You felt suffocated, unable to distinguish where reality ended and pretending began with you two.

“Jae, I need a moment, excuse me”

Releasing yourself from his grasp, you made your way to the kitchen. There wasn’t any fresh air, but there was plenty of booze. You poured yourself a shot and as you downed it, you felt another liquid trickling down your top.

You looked up to find out who managed to make this night even worse for you, only to come across the last person you needed to see tonight. Yuta.

“Shit I’m sorry”, he muttered and you avoided eye contact, thinking you’d manage to get away without him realizing it was you. Luck wasn’t on your side tonight.

“Well well well. Long time no see.”

Confidence was dripping from his smile, to his stance, to the way he looked at you. He had dyed his hair your favorite color, his white locks begging to be tugged and played with. To top it all off, he smelled good, so, so good. He smelled dangerous. Comfortable.

You immediately realized that you didn’t have the self control needed to resist him. Turning on your heel, you started to get the hell out of there when he held your wrist, keeping you in place.

“Wait, I’m sorry, you can’t stay like this, you’ll catch a cold”

“Since when are you worried about me?”

“C’mon y/n, please. Come upstairs, I’ll give you a clean shirt. No funny business, I promise”

You hated yourself for this, but you followed him upstairs to his room, like a pray falling right into the hunter’s trap. He closed the door behind him, muting the loud music and you sat on his bed that you were so familiar with. Looking through his closet, he passed you one of his t-shirts, and turned around to let you change with some privacy. It was comical how chivalrous he was acting, considering the unspeakable things you’ve done in here.

“Not like you’ll see something you haven’t seen already”, you murmured and he chuckled, raising his hands.

“Hey, I’m a gentleman. It’s my fault, after all. I have a habit of getting you wet.”

Blushing at his comment, you quickly changed into the clean shirt and felt the bed dip next to you. You thanked him under your breath and started getting up, when you felt him hold you back once again.

“Stay, just a moment. I’ve missed you”

“What do you want?”

“You, baby”

Yuta was the one who said it, but you swore you felt Jaehyun’s voice reverberating through the nickname. Suddenly, it felt like there was no air for you to breathe.

“That’s not happening, Yuta. I’m with Jaehyun now”

He scoffed, “Jaehyun? Naeun’s puppy? Come on now, we both know you can do better than that”

“Don’t talk about him like that”, you bite back, but he doesn’t budge.

“What kind of boyfriend leaves his girl alone in a party like this?” He grips your chin, making you stare at him face to face, impossibly close. “Look at you. Every single guy in this party wants to fuck you. You expect me to be ok with this?”

Yuta lets his other hand glide on your knee, moving up to your thigh slowly. He smiled at how easy it was to focus on him.

“Do you remember how I made you feel? How I reminded you that you’re mine? You were moaning so loud, Mark thought you’d pass out. You loved it.”

You wanted to scream, tell him that this was the past you, that you couldn’t take going back to him once again and get your heart broken one more time, but you felt helpless around him. The warm feeling was only temporary, it would soon evaporate when you face the fact that to him, you are nothing but a play toy, a possession.

And that’s when Jaehyun barged in through the door. His eyes moved frantically from Yuta’s hands on your thighs, to his band tee you wore, to your discarded top on the floor. He quickly turned red, the color spreading from his neck to his face, then landing on his ears.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?”

You instantly got up, following his thought sequence.

“It’s not what it looks like! He spilled his drink on me and gave me a clean shirt and..and..”

“And you decided to sit on his lap to thank him?”, he mocked you and Yuta laughed.

“Calm down, dude. I didn’t make her do anything. Besides, it’s not the first time y/n found her way over here after some disappointing dick”

Jaehyun grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the bed, forcing him to stand and face him. You moved between the two, trying to stop the catastrophe that was about to happen. Jae might have more muscle power than Yuta, but if the whole frat ganged up on him he would have to leave this place in a stretcher.

“Jaehyun please, let’s just go. Baby, please”

The nickname was the only thing that brought him out of his rage and made him listen to you. He let go of Yuta and took your hand, dragging you out of the room.

You were two hallways down when you pulled away, forcing him to stop.

“Why did you have to get so mad?”

“Why the fuck did you go back to him?”

“I didn’t! It was just.. so hard for me to tell him no”

You felt your eyes water with how pathetic you sounded. Jaehyun rubbed his hands over his face, groaning in frustration.

“Don’t you understand how much it fucking hurts? To see you with that guy that treats you like shit when I’m right here, willing to give you everything? When I’m in love with you?”

You couldn’t process what he said because in a moment, his mouth was on yours. The kiss was so different than the one you shared at the hallway of your campus. It was passionate, it was rough, and this time, he monopolized your attention. His lips were determined to bruise into yours, leaving you breathless and causing your back to fall against a wall. It was crowded around you, eyes prying into your intimate moment but to you, the only person around was Jaehyun.

“You smell like him”, he growled, sucking on the tender spot under your ear, “makes me wanna fuck his scent off of you”

That was all you needed to hear. You led him to the frat’s guest room, knowing that Taeil always kept a spare key in the lamp next to the door. Unlocking the door seemed like a tour de force with Jaehyun leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, but you finally managed to stumble inside. You locked the door behind you, continuing your heated kiss, hands roaming around each other’s body.

He was taller than you, so when you felt him grab your ass with such eagerness, you almost lifted off the ground. You palmed him through his jeans, the roughness of his hard on making your panties stick from wetness just a bit more.

“I want to taste you” you managed through kisses, but he just unzipped your skirt as a response, pulling it to the floor in one hasty move. Petting your clit through your underwear, a shiver ran down your spine, spreading goosebumps all over your arms and legs.

“I don’t think I have the patience for that”

He walked you backwards towards the guest bed, taking his pants and shirt off along the way. You sat on the edge of it and admired his godly proportions, when you took notice of the bruises and scratches that led to your fight on Saturday. Suddenly feeling the need to slow down, you started leaving kisses over each and every one of them. You wanted him to trust you, give in to you completely. He had his flaws just like he said, but you wanted all of him. And you wanted him now.

“I need you, now”, you voiced your thoughts and helped him take off his boxers, revealing his hard cock. He was thick and decently long, making your mouth water and your pussy clench.

Towering on top of you, he removed your panties that were embarrassingly damp at this point, and by his smirk, you knew he noticed.

Jaehyun bent your legs next to your torso, making you expose all of you. He licked his lips as he dove into your lower ones, muttering praises about your “pretty pussy”, turning you impossibly wet.

Jung Jaehyun never disappoints, you thought, because the moment you felt the first lap over your sensitive bud, you got a taste of heaven. He alternated between licking and sucking over the spot that turned you into putty against him. You were already unbearably turned on at this point, and the changing pace of his tongue made you lose your mind.

Your pants and moans only seemed to urge him on, and after a few minutes of his careful treatment you felt yourself getting close. He must have sensed it, because when you grabbed the bedpost in an effort to stop shaking, he stood on his knees, and reached for a condom in his wallet.

You didn’t have time to complain about the denial of your orgasm, and started taking Yuta’s shirt off, when he grabbed your hands and placed them back on their previous position on the headboard.

“Don’t”, he said sternly as he lined himself up your entrance, “I want to fuck you in his shirt”

There was no time to think about whether his request was healthy or not, because when you felt him stretch you out, the only thing on your mind was him and his dick.

You let out a deep moan and he took it as a sign to screw himself deeper inside you. Your pussy gushed uncontrollably, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. You unlaced your fingers and ran them down his back, ghosting them over the dimples that had affected you so much.

Jaehyun lowered himself, letting his chest touch yours, and you could feel his abs contracting over the fabric of Yuta’s shirt.

“I bet he’s never eaten you out like that, yeah?”

“N-no, never, ahh”

He sat up again, putting your legs over his shoulders and lifted your butt off the mattress, gripping your hips to steady himself before continuing his incredible pace.

“You’re mine, aren’t you baby? Mine to give you everything.”

The position felt divine. He was hitting it incredibly deep, reaching the spot that had you moaning so loud you were thankful for the unbearably loud music of the party. You were sure his fingers would leave a mark over your hipbones but you didn’t care, the pain only accentuating the warm feeling in your belly.

“J-Jae don’t stop - fuck don’t stop I’m gonna cum”

He leaned over, grabbing your face that was contorting in pleasure.

“Look at me when you cum for me”, he demanded, and when you rolled your eyes behind your head, letting go, he let out his first moan for the night.

He kissed your lips sweetly, helping you ride out your high.

“You’re so beautiful, my baby. So, so beautiful”, he praised and you submitted fully to him. He turned your body around, positioning you in all fours, and you wondered where the gentle boy you met at Johnny’s house went. His dick buried in you once again, spreading your juices around and the sensitivity of your previous orgasm made you aware of every single inch.

“So fucking tight”

Jaehyun didn’t go easy on you. He saw how much you liked it, how you were pushing your ass against his cock. He pounded in and out of you with the intention of fucking your thoughts out, and that’s just what he did. When the feeling got too much, and making any sort of noise seemed like a feat, you felt him push your hair back, and start biting on your neck, most definitely leaving a mark.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum”, he muttered, his voice wavering and you felt him release in the condom inside you.

It took a while for the both of you to regain your breaths. Jaehyun’s chest was heaving up and down as you rest your head on top of it, not brave enough to break the silence.

“I’m sorry”, he finally said and started petting your hair lovingly.

“About what?”

The bed was foreign and small but you both stayed still, wanting to bask a little more in the peacefulness of the moment.

“About getting so possessive, and saying all these things out of jealousy. I acted just like him..”

You kissed his left peck, listening to his heart that was starting to beat in a faster pace.

“Jaehyun, you’re nothing like Yuta. I get how you felt, I feel the same way when I think about you with Naeun”

He took your hand that was resting on his abs and planted a kiss on your palm. Your heart did a flip and you were pressed so close together, he sure must have felt it.

“I should have told you about her sooner. About the fights and how I let her go because of you. I was in denial about my feelings for you because-“

He stopped mid sentence, wary of the way his words would come off to you. Jaehyun was a proud man, but he opened up his heart tonight, admitting he was in love with you. He had already exposed so much of himself that you gave him the time he needed to organize his thoughts.

“Because I was insecure. That you would never like someone like me. That Naeun was right. That you were only interested in playing pretend with me and didn’t mean any of the things you said, and I let myself get carried away in a lie”

You and Jaehyun were two lost souls, trying to break free from the constraints your insecurities built up for you. You didn’t have to succumb to your masochistic tendencies anymore, wasting your time in heartless lovers because now you found him and he found you. Both unable to see any value in themselves, but more that willing to treasure the other. And that was enough for you.

“I’d be honored to be loved by someone like you. Baby.”

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