#tonight was a closing show. and he didn’t FEEL GOOD. I wouldn’t be surprised that if he was gonna do something with a new mask
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BABEEE happy birthday!! (i'm so terribly late i'm so sorry) congrats on 23💖
🐥 so i'm having thoughts right now about luke x reader and physical affection. like maybe one of them being touch starved and always craving the other person's touch and the other person noticing it and doing it more? maybe from platonic (i will go down with best friends to lovers) to romantic, i'm just on this brainrot tonight
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luke castellan x reader
a/n: back from the klerb but here with a classic 4am post 🥂 but the hangxiety wont let me rest until this is out! ill edit this in the morning... or not 😗
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It’s hard to miss what you’ve never had.
Luke Castellan was never a touchy guy. Sure, he’ll hold a new camper’s hand during welcome tours (especially the little ones who can barely keep up with his long legs; if they’re lucky they get a piggy back ride), and he won’t shy away from a clap on the back when his strategies for capture the flag bring his team to victory (they always do, mind you), and when he feels like it, he’ll even shove Annabeth playfully to show her he adores her (but she packs a punch now that she’s older).
It never really goes past that, and he’s never had to think too hard about it—physical touch.
He’s the one who takes care of others—a part of his nature like it is for Hermes’ cabin to take in unclaimed demigods. But something changed in the months that he’s gotten closer to you. At first, he’d bite his tongue at the way you’re so open to patting his cheek when he does something funny (which he doesn’t try to make a show of, but now…), how you choose to sit so close to him during bonfires that your knees touch (the Apollo kids could be singing about the heavens falling down on them for all he cares but he zeroes in on every word that leaves your lips), and the way you’d lock your fingers with him for a pinky promise after every little thing ‘to make sure it’s real’ (Luke didn’t understand the merit of a pinky promise over whether you could have his dessert for the next week if you took over arts and crafts with the kiddie campers for him; truthfully he’d give it to you anyway). It was unusual for him to have someone comfort him, to show care without a true reason. But he didn’t realize how much more it bothered him now that you wouldn’t even look him in the eye.
Silena and some of the other Aphrodite children had asked you the very defining question of, “Do you like Luke Castellan?” and having never thought of it that way, or being able to put your feelings for him in words instead of fingers in his belt loops or in the muss of his curls—that shit was terrifying!
You spent all Saturday afternoon at the docks with them belly down under the glare of the sun’s rays as they explained to you what the five love languages are. By the end of it, sunburn wasn’t the only reason you felt hot.
“Your love language is physical touch,” one of Silena’s older half-siblings—Connelly, says like he’s explaining that the sky is blue, “And Luke’s not that type of guy! Think he’s more acts of service…”
“Ooh, or words of affirmation….” another one of them muses, but the sound of your heartbeat tunes it all out. Well shit, have you been sending him the wrong signals? Or are there even any signals you want to send him?
Nevertheless, in the matters of love or even the tiniest whisper of it—maybe there’s no one else you can trust with this stuff besides Cabin 10.
Wrong.
Absolutely wrong. Whatever the hell you’ve been convinced or whatever’s changed since last weekend—Luke just knows he hates it, and he’s angry. He’s angry at how you gasp in surprise every time you brush shoulders during archery practice when you used to let him fix your form, he’s angry at how you’ll squeeze campers’ shoulders to tell them they’re doing a good job carrying the strawberry crates—and all he gets is a mumbled ‘Thanks, Castellan’ when he stacks them up and takes your load.
Luke’s so terribly angry that Travis told him he’s been walking around like a big strawberry, face red and irritated—but not at you.
He realizes he’s also angry at the fact that he can’t protect you from the onslaught of a rain cloud—or maybe it was the fact that you’re so okay with the rain touching your skin and seeping through your orange shirt like he wishes you’d let him. He’s angry at the way the wind blows your hair into your face and your fingers brush the strands away like he wishes he can. Most of all, Luke Castellan is angry that he didn’t know how good a simple touch could be until he lost it—before he even really got to appreciate yours.
You’re sitting on the opposite end of the row in the amphitheater laughing with your friends and the furrow in his thick brow is a tell-tale sign of his discomfort. Luke doesn’t dare to remember what it’s like before you to be honest—he’d rather give up Elysium instead of having you ignore him like this. He calls your name, a tinge of both anger and desperation until you look over at him, eyelashes kissing your cheeks. The hold you have on him transcends the physical touch of your fingers but he wants, no—needs you next to him.
“C’mere! Why are you so far away?”
Luke hopes it doesn’t sound pathetic, but a crooked grin splits across his face as soon as you make your way over, sitting down and crossing your legs away from him. It’s still too far, even if he can feel your breath on his shoulder.
“Did I do something to make you angry? I…” The words escape his mouth in a jumble—quick wit from his father escaping him, though he knows not to rely on that asshole, god or not. You mutter words that almost escape him too, and he leans in, chasing your hands and putting them in his own until they’re gentle and soft in his lap.
“No, no…. I just… don’t want to push your boundaries. I know you don’t like it when I’m too touchy,” and he thinks his heart clenches a little like how you’re squeezing his hands. Luke shouldn’t feel instant gratification from a subconscious action. He wants to know you mean it with him—that’s what he can’t put into words.
“I….like it when you do.”
You notice the way his fingers tangle tighter with yours, pinkys interlocking with yours. When he lets go, Luke wraps his arm around your shoulders until you’re able to laugh in the crook of his neck. He chooses to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth when your head sways to face him at the silly tune about centaurs and then you realize that Luke loves the way you love him. You wonder if he accidentally missed meeting your lips, but then the noise in your head quiets down when he pulls you closer, lips locking tenderly, intentionally—as they were always meant to.
You both hear a giggle that sounds a lot like tinkling bells belonging to children of Aphrodite.
For once they were wrong about love.
Luke’s tongue parts through your lips and meets your own like they’re in a long awaited embrace, dancing and devouring you from the inside out but this, you— are what he can rely on. This, your touch, and how he chooses to let it consume him, never letting go.
#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan fanfic#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo x reader#made by ma1dita ♥︎
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Lay me down tonight.
Explicit Smut 18+ 🚫Minors DNI🚫
You were loyal to your boyfriend, Megumi, before you met his estranged father at the yearly family get-together. The second you met Toji, however, the righteous and innocent person you were died, and in their place, an insatiable monster was born. Toji ruined you, and even now, you keep allowing him to ruin you, all behind Megumi’s back.
Relevant tags: shameless smut, infidelity, cheating, Toji is rough and dominant, Megumi is clueless, reader are a good liar, reader is a little depraved, everyone addresses you without the usage of “y/n” for better immersion, Megumi is aged up so that you’re both of age, ‘cause we are not gonna have Toji catchin’ a case up in here, that said, age gap between reader & Toji, minimal gendered language though reader is AFAB, Toji is a horrible father
Recommended songs while reading: older (Isabel LaRosa), Unholy (Hey Violet), Fucked My Way Up To The Top (Lana Del Rey)
A/N: infidelity is NOT the answer but this is a lil smut just for funsies so enjoy!
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You remember exactly how it had first happened. It was a year ago.
You were meeting tons of Megumi’s family members at once, flying through greetings to cousins and aunts and uncles and distant cousins and great-grandparents—no one stood out to you until he showed up.
The large hotel banquet room the Zenin family had rented out sort of got quiet as he walked in. Your eyes caught on him, and after he scanned the room, unbothered by the staring, his eyes zeroed in on you and Megumi.
He’d tilted his head to the side in interest and then made his way towards the two of you. You heard mumbles and whispers about him.
“He wasn’t invited,” Megumi muttered under his breath in annoyance.
“Who is that?” You whispered back.
“He’s…well, I wouldn’t call him—”
“What are we whispering about?” The burly man said loudly, now in front of you. He looked amused and completely shameless. Now that you had seen him up close, he looked sort of familiar.
“I was just wondering who you were,” you told him, looking around. The family was watching with various degrees of surprise and disdain. The man laughed haughtily.
“Oh, I see. Megumi didn’t tell you who I was?” He asked with a salacious grin. “He didn’t tell me who you are, either. You’re holding out on us both, Megumi.”
Your boyfriend huffed beside you. “That man is technically my father.”
Your lips parted in recognition. That made sense. You’d heard a little bit about him, enough to know he’s a dead-beat and that Megumi never speaks to him nor gets along with him. The family doesn’t like him as a whole.
“What are you doing here?” Asked Megumi with narrowed eyes.
“Relax,” the man chuckled, leaning against a chair. “I just came to see my dear family.”
“You weren’t invited.”
The man just held his wolfish grin on his face. “I don’t care.”
His steel gray eyes found yours, and he raised a brow. “Now, I still don’t know who you are.”
You introduced yourself, along with your relationship to Megumi, and the man hummed. “Well, it looks like Megumi has good taste. The name’s Toji. It’s very nice to meet you.”
He gave you an unconcealed appraisal and it made you feel hot. Megumi scowled.
“Don’t overstep a boundary,” he spit at his father, arm winding around your waist in attempt to intimidate.
The longer you looked at Toji, the more you realized how hot he was. He seemed so buff his muscles were practically bursting through the black t-shirt he had on. He was tall too. So tall. And his dark hair fell in layered strands around his ears and chin—his face was handsome as hell, too. You could tell where Megumi got his looks from. He smirked at you with all of the confidence in the world. He was like a more mature, more experienced version of your boyfriend.
He was really attractive.
“‘Course not,” Toji grinned, rolling his eyes. He’s amused. “I just wanted to greet my son. I’ll get out of your hair now.”
“Please do.”
Please don’t, you thought, but he turned on his heel and walked towards some other family members, already starting to talk at them instead.
Megumi sighed heavily. “Damn bastard. I had hoped you never had the displeasure of meeting him.”
The pleasure is all mine, you truthfully thought to yourself.
You felt a bad desire growing inside of you, and it wasn’t long before what you wanted came to fruition.
You and Megumi had had to travel to get to the family reunion. As such, you were staying in the hotel they booked the venue in for one night before you went back home.
You were restless, and Megumi was sound asleep in bed. You’d never been to this area, so you figured you’d walk around the hotel, maybe get some melatonin from the convenience shop on the first level to help you sleep. Truthfully, you hadn’t stopped thinking about Toji and how hot he was. You wondered where he went. You and Megumi had left the reunion a little early because he was tired, and you hadn’t seen him again after your brief meeting.
You slipped on some sweatpants and a crewneck before putting your slides on and leaving a note for Megumi in case he woke up.
‘Went to get melatonin and maybe a snack. Be back soon.’
With that, you slipped out of the hotel room and walked down the hallway. It was the middle of the night, so you kept quiet, padding towards the elevator. You pressed the button to go down, and after a few moments, the doors slid open.
Your heart jumped into your throat.
Toji.
A grin instantly spread across his face. “Hey. Goin' somewhere?”
Your blood pounded through your veins as you entered the elevator. “Uh…I can’t sleep.”
“You can't?” He asked, putting a hand on his hip. Bluntly, he replied, “I can fix that.”
Your mouth went dry.
You couldn’t remember exactly what happened next, but soon the two of you were stumbling into his hotel room a floor below yours, the door slamming and locking behind you as Toji took you into a bruising kiss. Your arms were wrapped around his neck the second he lifted you into his arms like a weightless pillow, tossing you down onto the hotel bed in the center of the room.
He kissed you again and it was like he was trying to eat you whole. The things he would murmur to you in between lip locks had your head spinning with guilty pleasure.
“Megumi don’t know how to treat you right.”
“I’ll bet he ain’t fuckin’ you properly.”
“I’ll show you how a real man does it.”
Each kiss, each word, each touch drew you closer to insanity. You both had your clothes off faster than you could comprehend, and Toji was spitting dirtily onto your mound, starting to rub circles into the pearl at the apex with flattened fingers.
You writhed beneath him as he scraped his teeth over your neck and chest, only stopping to lick the hand that was rubbing at you to coat it with more saliva before dipping it back down and slipping two fingers inside of you at once.
He finger-fucked you fast and hard.
Megumi never did that to you. Sex with him was always very vanilla and straightforward. Kissing counted as foreplay and then he was inside of you, always in missionary or sometimes spooning you from behind. That was it.
God, you had no idea sex could be this wild and mind-blowing.
You had cum on Toji’s fingers with a cry, not caring if the people next to you heard, and then he kept fucking you through it, adding a third finger and spitting over it again to get you loose and sloppy.
He had a giant cock. That was why he opened you up manually, because it would have done damage had he just fucked into you from the get-go.
When he did enter you, it still stretched you out past your limits, both impossibly thick and long, and you wondered how the hell anyone took a dick that big.
You quickly found out how.
He simply made you take it.
He held you up by your hips, suspending your lower half with the strength of his arms while he pounded into you. You could hardly even recognize your own voice. It was reaching pitches you’d never heard from yourself before, sounding so debauched and wanton you’d think he found some hooker off the street and paid her to moan like a porn star.
You swore you could feel his cock in your womb. With how big he is, you wouldn’t doubt it.
“Megumi doesn’t have a damn clue,” he had grinned to himself, looking at you as he split you open repeatedly. “Sleepin’ like a little bitch while his daddy takes care of you for him.”
You moaned loudly. “Toji…”
“That’s right,” he praised, “Whose cock is inside you right now?”
“Yours, oh—yours…”
“Say my name,” he growled, slapping your mound. You jolted, shivering at the harsh pleasure it gave you.
“Toji,” you mewled, scratching at the bed comforter. He was fucking you hard enough you knew you were going to cum from brute force alone.
“You belong to me now,” he told you. “You’re mine.”
That had sent you over.
“Oh my god!” It was a shout as you orgasmed, creaming all over his cock and onto the bed. He groaned deeply, shoving himself in harshly as he emptied his load inside of you, squeezing your hips so tightly they bruised.
When he’d pulled out, he watched his own seed drip from inside of you, sucking in a breath.
“You should do something about that,” he said. “Unless you wanna give your boyfriend a sibling.”
You shivered. Toji really didn’t give a shit about his son.
At that point, you knew you couldn’t pretend like you had any moral high ground either. You slept with your boyfriend’s dad. You cheated willingly. There was no sugar-coating it.
You had limped your way back to your room and cleaned up in the bathroom, falling asleep next to a still-sleeping, oblivious Megumi.
What’s worse is that a year later you’re still going back for more.
You and Megumi are still together.
He has no clue about Toji, and you want to keep it that way. The two of you barely mention him. He only talked about him the day after you met him once to say that he left when he was seven and never bothered to return.
You hide your affair like it’s your job. So much so that now you’re on birth control. Beforehand Megumi had just been fine with condoms, never making a fuss about them. Toji, as you had quickly found out, doesn’t like them. The largest available size is too small, he had told you, and besides that fact he likes feeling you bare. He doesn’t bother to pull out either, so not wanting to risk pregnancy as well as not wanting to spend fortunes on emergency contraceptives like you had the first time, you just get on birth control instead. You also only ever meet Toji at his place, since you know Megumi doesn’t know where he lives and you currently live with your boyfriend. Having Toji over could easily end awfully. You don’t take chances.
Tonight, you’re seated in Toji’s lap at his apartment. Megumi is away on a business trip, and you’ve been staying at Toji’s place for the past few nights. You’ve had so much sex you can barely think straight, at this point. Since you walked in he was on you, and you’ve christened every surface in his small apartment. The doorway, the living room, the wall of the hallway, the bedroom, the bathroom shower, bent over the sink, the kitchen counter, the table, too…everywhere is free reign.
Right now, you’re facing away from Toji, back to his chest while he bounces you on his cock, burly hands clamped down on your wrists to keep you upright and prevent you from falling forward.
The lewd wet slap of your bodies connecting, his heavy breathing and groans as well as the desperate gasps you keep giving him are all you hear. You two hadn’t even managed to turn the television on before he pulled you in and slipped inside, only his t-shirt and nothing else on you giving him easy access to what he wanted.
Every time your body collides with his, his tip kisses your cervix and it gives you a jolt of pleasure. He’s so deep inside it feels like he’s rearranging your guts.
Then, from his slow and hard pace he suddenly switches up and starts ramming into you harshly, punching mewls from your throat.
“Toji!” You gasp, “Oh god, Toji!”
Your knees are bent and your legs are tucked under them, split apart by his own, and if he wasn’t holding you up right now you’d face-plant right into the floor. The danger and the trust it involves has your head spinning. How did you get here? This isn’t who you used to be—but you wouldn’t go back and stop yourself if you could. It’s too good.
He’s too good.
His right hand is clamping down on your neck from behind abruptly, other hand switching to your waist, wrapping around the front to forcibly arch your back, and you gasp as your air gets restricted, cock getting deeper inside with the new angle.
“Toji,” you rasp, hands covering both of his wrists just to hold onto something as the force of his thrusts start forcing an orgasm through your system. You sputter, body spasming as it begins to take over, building from the spot his tip keeps hammering and undulating through every one of your nerves, yanking a high-pitched whine from your compressed vocal chords. “Toji!”
You tighten around him as you finish, mouth falling open, eyelids fluttering as your vision unfocuses, covering his cock on your essence. He groans deeply, letting your neck go and instead pulling you flush against his chest, pressing your hips down as far as they can go so he can pump his load into you.
With a few sloppy thrusts, he’s cumming, coating your walls in what must be the millionth round this week. He groans deeply into your ear, keeping you pushed down on him, sensitive length throbbing inside of you with the aftershocks.
You then feel his rough lips dragging over your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to any skin he can touch, his heavy breaths fanning over your flesh hotly.
“So good for me,” his voice is hoarse and fucked out, and it makes your stomach flutter. Sex with your boyfriend is never this intimate—you’re never pushed to your limits. Toji does it every time and then praises you when you’ve pleased him. It’s so addictive.
You turn your face towards him and he covers your lips with his own, initiating a messy make out session that only ends when you need air. If you didn’t require oxygen, you’d have loved to keep Toji’s tongue in your mouth forever—you think that it could be your only form of sustenance if you had your way.
“When’s he comin’ back again?” Asks Toji. You draw in a breath to steady yourself. It takes you a moment to think.
“Two days from now.”
“Good,” his grin is beastlike. “I get to keep you longer.”
You grin, nodding, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. The position is a little uncomfortable though, so you end it quickly, pulling off of him.
He grabs your hips and turns you around, staring at you with dark eyes.
“Who said you could get off?” He asks, and you take a look at him, noticing that he’s half-hard again already. His stamina is seriously unmatched.
Before you can reply, he pulls you back towards him, this time your chest to his.
“I’m nowhere near done with you,” he says, and it’s done in such a way that you sort of feel like Little Red Riding Hood about to be devoured by the Big Bad Wolf—it thrills you.
And you’ll continue to go back for more.
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A/N: MAPPA better whore Toji out like they’ve done for Satoru, Kento, and Choso next week or istg
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Rewind - Choi San
You and San had always been close, and when you joined him to his usual friday night parties, your view of your best friend seemed to have changed more than you’d like.
word count: 3k
warnings: bestfriend!san, unprotected sex (boooo), hickeys, choking (slightly), creampie
a/n: i’ve been sooooo busy but i’ll update cruel summer in a few days! also not proofread so excuse my mistakes
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Your detectable boredom hung in the air around you, cutting through the intense smell of liquors and marijuana. Three things you wish were easier to ignore. You were standing in the corner, with a red-colored cup in your left hand as you debated on just leaving right now. Your friend was here, somewhere in the huge house, and you were waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing just so you could finally go home.
Honestly, you were never one to enjoy parties, always declining politely and saying you had other things to do. You didn’t mind telling your best friend ‘no’ over and over again whenever he begged you to come with him. Which explains the surprised face this morning when you told him you’d join today.
You were here because you heard Mingi would come. A person you’ve been eyeing for a long time, but never had the confidence to talk to. These sorts of parties make those kinds of things much easier. The conversation will flow, and alcohol courage will keep it going. You thought you would see him tonight, but he never showed up, which explains your wish to leave. And to be very honest you wouldn’t stay here any longer even if he did show up.
You finally noticed San, your best friend, on the dance floor, his hands wrapped around a random girl’s waist as she was saying something in his ear. He was laughing, making you roll your eyes. It wasn’t anything new to you. He has taken multiple girls to your shared apartment, resulting you in sleeping with earphones every time he did because of the clear moans resonating through the thin walls.
He was for sure making them feel good though, and sometimes, you would think about wanting to be in their place for once, before shrugging away that thought immediately. He was your best friend, and roommate, so there were boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed.
You watched him for another moment before deciding to leave, not wanting to go back home with him and the plus-one whose voice would be heard the rest of the night.
San, on the contrary, was constantly thinking about you. He knew about your little crush and figured you were somewhere too lost in Mingi’s kisses to come and talk to him. He was excited to hear you were coming to the party, finally joining him in what felt like ages, but when he heard Mingi was coming, he got the message and left you alone for the night.
However, when he noticed your dress in the corner of his eyes, he followed your form to the entrance, immediately breaking away from the girl as he followed you. He pushed the bodies in front of him out of the way, trying to keep up with you and your fast tempo.
‘’Where are you going?’’ He yelled after you when he caught up to you outside, making you turn around, surprised to see him jogging towards you.
‘’I thought you were leaving with that girl, so I was heading back already’’ You said, planting your hands in the pockets of the leather jacket you borrowed from San, the jacket he thinks is way too big on you. He just can’t deny how good it looks on you, his clothes, claiming you as his in some way.
‘’I wouldn’t leave with someone else when I took you to this party, I thought you were with Mingi’’ He said, starting to walk towards the direction of your shared apartment, making speed up to walk with him.
‘’Didn’t show up’’
‘’You’re too good for him anyway’’ He muttered, clear enough for you to hear as you let out a chuckle.
‘’You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there’’ You said, changing the subject so he wouldn’t make your heart flutter like that again.
Because he looked absolutely gorgeous right now, the light sweater accentuating his toned shoulders while his hair fell loosely on his forehead, a smirk plastered on his face at your comment. The dimly lit streetlights illuminating his face. His steps matched yours, while he subconsciously made them smaller so he would be at the same pace as you.
‘’She wasn’t interesting’’ He simply said, running a hand through his hair as he looked at the road in front of him. The sound of your steps on the concrete could be heard on the quiet road, and you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of yourself that you were the one San was taking home at the end of the day.
You just hummed, closing your jacket a bit more at the night breeze, before he threw his arm around you, his body warmth warming you up more. Your heart tightened, a reaction you didn’t see coming at the small move he has done multiple times before.
You continued the comfortable silent walk until you were in front of your door, entering the code as you felt San’s body dangerously close to yours, his hand ghosting your side. When you got inside, you immediately made a beeline for the couch, dropping your exhausted body on it as San chuckled at you.
‘’Let’s go to sleep’’ He grabbed your arm, lifting you from the couch easily as your body crashed against his, his hand on your waist supporting you before guiding you towards his room. You kept walking to your own room though, but the hand on your wrist stopped you. ‘’Stay with me’’ He said, making your eyes widen.
‘’Why?’’
‘’You sleep in my bed most of the time, why not today?’’
Because I want to kiss you so bad, it’s killing me.
‘’Because I just want to watch my drama a bit more’’ You lied through your teeth, not daring to tell him the actual reason. Because you don’t trust yourself right now with the drinks you’ve had tonight.
‘’Just stay with me tonight’’ He almost begged, making your insides twist at the thought of sharing a bed with him right now.
You don’t know what switched inside you tonight, but you were constantly thinking about San, a problem you usually never have. You thought it could be the way none of the men inside the frat house interested you, thinking about how much better San would be at something, or how San wouldn’t make you uncomfortable when he touches your sides when the other guys did.
The interior of his room reflected his personality. Black and white themed, not too much but still detailed with the paintings he hung on his wall. He was neat, neater than any boy of your age that you’ve seen the rooms of.
Before you knew it, you were in his bed, wearing his t-shirt as he stayed a fair distance away from you, but not far enough to keep the countless thoughts about him out of your mind, and if it wasn’t for your tiredness, you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep this quickly.
That tiredness slipped away when you woke up a few moments later. San’s hand was wrapped around your waist, splayed out on your bare stomach while his crotch pressed against your ass. His mouth was so close to your ear that you could feel his pillowy lips against the side of your neck. You had to bite back a whimper when he pulled you closer, the friction making you realize just how turned on you were by the feeling of his hands on you.
It was bad, you knew it, so you tried to fall back asleep. You shifted, trying to get out of his tight grip as he only pulled you closer, a groan leaving his mouth which went straight to your core. It took a couple more minutes of shifting before you felt yourself growing more and more frustrated.
‘’Sannie’’ You whispered, looking back to see his eyes flutter open.
‘’What’s wrong?’’ His raspy voice spoke, lips so close to yours, you could feel his breathing against them.
‘’You’re too close’’ You said, voice weak and shaky.
‘’Hmm? You don’t want me close?’’ He teased, his hand rubbing your stomach softly.
‘’I do, but it’s dangerous’’
‘’And what if that’s exactly what I’m looking for’’ He said, moving his body which resulted in him hovering over you as he moved your hair out of your face. You didn’t dare to say anything, afraid of what might come out of your mouth. ‘’Tell me,’’ His head moved to your neck, placing his lips against your collarbone, ‘’You really want me to stop?’’ he placed another kiss, making your breath hitch as you struggled to keep yourself from moaning.
‘’Cat’s got your tongue?’’ He chuckled, a side of San you’ve never experienced showing. His own cat-like eyes look at you with that gaze you recognize. As if he’s telling you he’s got you right where he wants you to be.
‘’I’m going to get some water’’ You said, shoving yourself out of his grip before stumbling towards the door. You didn’t know why you wanted to get away, but you were so scared of finally showing yourself to San. The confidence you always had slipping away when he was so close to kissing you. You filled your glass with cold water before gulping it all away in one go. Your hands leaned against the counter, contemplating what you were going to do now.
The door of San’s room opened, revealing him as he walked towards you with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, exposing his extremely well-toned torso clad in his workout compression shirt. There was a smirk on his face as he approached you. He grabbed your glass before filling it up with water himself and taking a small sip.
‘’You good?’’ He asked, trying not to smile at your flushed red face. You were trying to play it cool, looking at him with those eyes of yours, but he noticed your foot tapping on the ground, indicating how nervous you seemed to be.
‘’Fine’’ You hated how weak your voice sounded.
He laughed, placing the glass on the counter. ‘’Why are you nervous?’’ His voice was still raspy. He moved a bit closer, feeling his body heat against your skin as he leaned towards your ear, ‘’Do I make you nervous?’’ He asked.
‘’You do’’ You said before doing something you will probably regret tomorrow, but those worries were for tomorrow only.
You crashed your lips on his, catching him off guard as he smiled in the kiss. His hands pulled your hips closer to his, making you groan as he sucked on your lower lip before entering his tongue in your mouth. You felt every part of your body on fire, something you haven’t felt in such a long time.
Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling it back, eliciting a deep grunt from him. His hands went to the back of your thighs, lifting you up to sit on the counter as he went between them, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, so lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. He was slow with you, fingers rubbing your thigh and leaving the skin burning with pleasure.
He took you in his arms, walking you to his room again as he dropped you back on the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. He sat back, pulling off his shirt as you did the same with yours, revealing a dark purple lace bralette. His favorite color.
‘’Did you wear this one for me, hm?’’ He teased, placing his lips underneath your ear, making you sigh in pleasure as you nodded, not daring to tell him you were thinking about him when you bought it.
He kissed you again, his hand around your waist making you arch your back against his torso, feeling his way bigger body against you as it caged you between him and the soft mattress.
He had imagined this before, whenever he brought a girl over, he would think about the sounds you would make if you were in her position and the way your soft skin would feel against his.
‘’You’re so hot, can’t believe we didn’t do this earlier’’ He muttered, breaking away from the kiss as he kissed the top of your breasts while fumbling with the edge of your panties, your breath coming out staggered by his movements. ‘’Always imagined it’s you whenever I bring a girl over’’
Now that was a comment you didn’t expect, and one that made your panties ever wetter in just a few seconds.
‘’Please just fuck me already’’ You whined, growing needy and just wanting to feel him deep inside you. He tutted at you, his hand moving away from your panties.
‘’We’re going to do this my way, and I’m going to take my time’’ He said, ‘’Want to see all of you’’ He added, kissing down the valley of your breasts and opening your legs with his knee.
You bit your lip, his lips coming close to where you needed them the most. You looked down at the view, his head between your thighs, a view you would probably never forget.
San felt the same way, feeling your soft skin under his fingertips, your small breaths and whimpers music to his ears as he teased you slowly because he never wanted this moment to end. It felt like a dream. His lips went back to your stomach, kissing their way up to your lips again.
‘’Can I take these off?’’ He whispered, pulling your panties down when you nodded, exposing yourself to him. His hands then went to your waist, lifting you up as his fingers undid the clip of your bra.
He gawked at you, making you hide your body with your arms as his hands grabbed your wrists. ‘’Don’t hide’’ He pushed you back down against the bed, this time pulling off his own trousers and boxers, leaving him naked in front of you as he smiled at you, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
‘’Do you want to do this?
‘’Yes’’ You whined, high on the feeling of what was about to happen.
San entered two fingers, making you throw your head back in delight. Your hand came up next to your head as you held onto the pillow tightly, pleasure erupting in your body as he held your hips in place with his other hand. His fingers went up to your clit, rubbing it slowly as you moaned his name over and over.
‘’Please San, I need you inside’’ You said, pulling him towards you for a kiss as he smiled at your needy state.
‘’Yeah, need my dick?’’ He said in a cocky tone, wanting to see you beg for it.
‘’Yeah- need it now, please’’ You said, the feeling of his fingers driving you near the edge.
“Condom?” He asked, looking into your eyes.
“I’m on birth control” You assured.
However San didn’t tell you that you were the only one he asked, but because it was you, he couldn’t help but want to feel you. All of you.
His hand went around your throat, holding it softly while he locked his eyes with yours, his fingers leaving you as you felt his tip enter you. He pressed a bit harder on the sides of your throat, making you moan out of bliss as you felt his hips meet yours.
‘’So good, baby, all mine’’ He whimpered at the pleasure, slowly pulling out, then pushing in with the same speed. You felt the drag of his cock inside your walls, feeling every vein and rolling your eyes back when he pulled out again.
He kept the slow pace, fucking you deeper every time. His hands were all over your body, gentle touches keeping you close to him. You were seeing stars, lost in the pleasure and his lips on the side of your neck.
‘’Mingi could never fuck you like this’’ He said, sucking and creating marks to show off to others that you were his now. ‘’Hm? Would he fuck you better?’’
‘’No, he can’t’’ He sped up at your answer. His hand went to your clit, rubbing circles, getting you closer and closer to your high. Your nails were digging into his neck, his hand placed on your hip, holding you in place as his hips snapped deeper inside of you. His groans went straight in your ear, his deep raspy voice like music. He grabbed your leg, hoisting it over his shoulder as the angle made you see stars.
‘’Gonna- ah’’ You mumbled, not able to form a proper sentence. ‘’Gonna cum’’ You moaned, watching the way he slid inside you easily as you threw your head back, the high taking over. Your brows were knitted together as you came, making it hard for him to last any longer.
‘’Good girl’’ He praised, stroking your sweaty hair out of your face as he pounded deeper inside of you. ‘’Where do you want me to cum?’’
‘’Inside, please, fill me up San’’ You stammered. ‘’Need it, need it so bad’’
He stilled inside you at your words, before releasing his load deep inside you, groaning as his head was buried in the crook of your neck. You stayed like that with him for a while, until he pulled out, kissing your cheek softly.
‘’Are you okay?’’ He asked, making you nod with a smile.
He got up, threw on sweatpants as you closed your eyes, still in bliss, before you felt a wet cloth between your legs, San cleaning you up before handing you his shirt. He dropped beside you, pulling you to his chest.
‘’We should do this more often’’ You chuckled, making him smile against the top of your head.
‘’Like a regular thing?’’
‘’I mean, if you want to?’’ You mumbled, suggesting friends with benefits with San was something you never thought you would do.
‘’I definitely want to’’ He chuckled, lifting your head and placing a kiss on your lips before you snuggled a bit closer.
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Wilbur getting upset because he doesn't see you at his concert when you'd promised you'd be there, only for you to have been backstage the entire time????
So sorry this took so long….. burned out things 🤭
But this is so good gapple!! And I enjoyed writing it
Warnings// kissing, making out, swearing, a little hint of angst, sexual innuendos, but nothing big! Tell me if I missed anything:)
Not edited and I tried adding the rest of the band but I don’t like that part at all😔
True love (and understanding)
“Wilbur! I swear I’ll be there! I just won’t be there for sound check. I’ll be there before you go onstage. I promise.” You promised to Wil as he put his guitar on his back and looked at you.
“Ok. I just really want you to be there. It’s a big gig.” He said while grabbing his bag and coming back over to you.
“I know! And I’ll be there. I promise. This won’t take long.” You said pointed at your work you have to finish by tonight. Of course your boss gives you loads of work to do on the day of one of the biggest gigs their doing this year. James was opening for them today and there were going to be news reporters there today too. Wilbur was stressed and he needed you there with him. It’s like when he looks at you, he knows everything will be ok no matter what.
“You better be. I need my before-gig kiss. It’s my good luck charm.” He said, with a smile on his face.
You took his hands in yours. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll be there cheering you on.” You kissed his knuckles. He smiled at you as he took his hand and placed it on your cheek.
“I love you.” He said while leaning down and gently putting your lips together. The kiss was shorter than he would’ve liked it to be but you were shooing him out the door.
“I love you too. But you need to go before the guys get mad at you again for being late.” You opened the door for him as he rolled his eyes and huffed.
“They can’t blame for wanting to love on you!” He whined as he turned around to look at you. You smiled and raised your eyebrows. “Ok fine, I’m leaving. I’ll see you later darling.” Wilbur leaned down and gave you one last peck on the lips before walking off.
You sighed and went back over to the dining table. Let’s do this thing.
A couple hours later and Wilbur texted you that sound check went well and they have an hour until the band went on.
Shit. You still have around 2 dozen more pages to do.
You quickly do the pages as fast, yet efficiently, as you can.
30 minutes.
You submit the work and close your laptop as you sprint to grab your coat and purse as fast as you can, lock the apartment up and drive to the place.
10 minutes.
You check your phone as you curse yourself for not finishing faster. You rush to the side of the building and open the door into the back rooms.
You rushed around trying to find then band until you ran into Jack.
“Jack! Where’s Wilbur?!” You said, out of breath and rushed.
“Oh uh! They’re already on stage I think. Why?” He asked looking at you concerned.
“No! No,no,no! He’s going to hate me.” You said looking at your watch.
1 minute.
Shit!
“Ok, thank you I’ll see you in a bit! I promise!” You yelled as you ran to the stage.
You say James and ran up to me as you heard “Concrete” start to play.
“Shit.” You said as you frowned.
“Y/n? Where have you been?” James asked you, knowing about the before show ritual. “Wilbur had a nervous break down and almost cancelled the show!” James explains to you.
“I know! I’m sorry! I’m not very happy either! I got caught up with work.” You explained as you looked at Wilbur.
He didn’t look as pumped up as usual. Don’t get me wrong, he still looked excited and thrilled! But there was something missing. He looked upset. To say the least. Disappointed. You couldn’t blame him. You promised. You never broke promises. And he doesn’t even know you’re here.
“Just surprise him afterwards. It’ll make him feel 10 time better. He’ll have his “after show” adrenaline.” You laughed. One thing you loved about Wilbur preforming was his after show adrenaline. He was like a bee. Buzzing all about the show. How much he loved it, how they all played good, what they could’ve done better and what he could’ve done better. He just always had something to add. And you loved it. You loved how he payed attention to the little things . To the minor details barely anyone would catch. That’s one of your favorite things about him.
After the show, you waited for the band to come off stage with James. As Mark came off first, he stopped in his tracks when he saw you, but quickly jogged up to you and hugged you with a smile. You didn’t really mind how sweaty they’d all be. You were used to it.
“Ah! You were here the whole time, weren’t ya?!” He asked you.
“Yeah! Well I came a little bit late but I was here! You guys did amazing like always!” You smiles at Mark as he got pushed to the side.
Joe.
“You almost made him cancel the show…..” he said while smiling. “But I swear we could all tell you were here. Damn you y/n! You have a radiating energy!” Joe said while hugging you. You laughed at him as he went back to the back with the others.
Ash hugged you and looked at you like he needed to talk to you later so you nodded and saluted to him as he laughed. He saluted back and walked off, doing the lovejoy handshake with you.
You looked up and saw Wilbur talking to some fans still. James patted you on the back and told you to follow him. “We’re going to act like we’re having a conversation and see if he notices you. I don’t know how this will play out.” James said as you followed him to the back room where everyone else was and took you into a corner and just started talking to you. About cats. Why cats?
“James are we really talking about cats right now?” You asked him as he looked behind you with a smile.
“Well. Your cat is coming up to you right now.”
“Wait, what do you MEAN!” You squealed the last word as someone picked you up and spun you around. Once you were on the ground you turned around and smiled up at the person. “Hi Wilbur.”
“Hi love. When in the hell did you get here?! I almost-“
“Cancelled the show, I know! And I’m sorry for not being here. I lost track of time and I’m so sorry because I’m always here and I always give you kiss before hand and it helps, at least I think it does, and I didn’t get to and you were probably so nervous and I suck-“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You do not suck at being my partner! You were busy, I get that. If anything I should be mad at myself. I let you and everyone else think you had to be here. As much as it is very nice!” You both laughed. “I don’t need it. All I need, is to know that you’re cheering me, us, on. Don’t blame yourself please. I love you. So so much.” Wilbur finished as he leaned down and kissed you. He holds your waist as you lean up to meet his lips and deepen the kiss. As you ran your hands through his hair, his grip on you tightened as you both continued.
“Ok. Maybe not in the middle of the room where everyone can see you.” James said in a monotoned voice.
You both break part quickly and look at James. He had a smirk on his face as he winked at you both. “There’s a storage closet back there. I’m just saying.” He says as he walks off. You laugh as you look back over at Wilbur. He had a glint in his eye. It bordered on playful and deviant. Your face fell as you shook your head.
“Wilbur no!” You pleaded, but he was already pulling you towards the closet.
“Have fun love birds!” James yelled.
“Screw you!” You yelled back.
Wilbur opened the closet and pulled you inside. You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “So…. What are we doing in here?” You asked.
“One to get away from them. And 2, so I can do this without interruptions.” He smirked as he leaned down and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss as you pulled him down to meet his lips more.
Before anything could happen, there was banging on the door. “Never mind! It’s going to have to wait! We’re going out to eat!” James yelled.
Wilbur groaned as you laughed. As you both walked out you pulled Wilbur down by his collar and whispered in his ear. “Later love. I promise.” You said to him as you smirked at him and walked over to Aria.
Wilbur was just standing there with a smirk on his face.
“What happened?” James asked. “I need to know.”
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Learn to Love (p.3)
A/N: this is the final part, I hope you enjoyed the mini-series!
Pairing: Rhea x Reader
Warnings: swearing probably, smut, fingering, oral/69-ing
Part two
Your nerves were increasing as the day went on, not quite sure how the crowd was going to accept yours and Rhea’s partnership. You knew they loved her and they seemed to love you, but would they love you together?
Rhea stayed close to you throughout the day and you actually didn’t mind. While she calmed your nerves in some ways, she made them worse in others.
Now wasn’t the time to deal with those feelings bubbling up inside. You had bigger fish to fry and matches to win.
“You ready to go, babe?” Rhea asked, grabbing her bag to head to the show.
“Yeah, ‘babe’, I’m ready,” you laughed.
“I have an idea. Come here real quick,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Put this on.”
She handed you her hoodie and you slipped it on. She pulled the hood up and turned you toward her so your back was facing the mirror on the wall. She snapped a quick picture and posted it to her Instagram with the caption “big surprise coming tonight 😈”
No one could possibly tell it was you in the picture but you enjoyed the comments of people speculating what was going on.
Someone commented “Rhea’s new gf?” to which you noticed Rhea had liked.
“So I’m your new girlfriend then?” You asked, showing her your phone.
“Sure are, sweetheart,” she said with a smirk.
“That escalated quickly.”
“What did?” Dom asked, coming over.
“Rhea’s my girlfriend now,” you said, jokingly.
“Took long enough,” he said with a big smile. You were too confused by his reaction to notice Rhea’s, who was behind you waving her arm and signaling for him to shut up.
He looked at the confused look on your face and noticed Rhea’s panic and realized he may have messed up.
“I’m just saying…enemies to lovers is a very popular trope nowadays and that would be an interesting storyline for the two of you,” he quickly covered.
“Maybe we’ll run it past Vince,” she said, quickly stepping in front of you. She motioned for him to leave and he thankfully for the hint.
“Well, uh, good luck tonight!” He said before running off.
“What a weird kid,” you sighed, making Rhea snort.
“I’m telling him you said that.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” you said. She turned to face you fully and came closer.
“Try me, sweetheart.”
You knew she was trying to be menacing but she never scared you. You straightened yourself out to stand taller, leaning in so you were only inches apart.
“Maybe I will,” you whispered.
“Don’t tease me now.”
You weren’t quite sure where your little exchange was going but it was pumping adrenaline through your veins.
Unbeknownst to either of you, Damian had taken a picture of the two of you and sent it to Rhea.
She felt her phone buzz and decided to step back with a small smirk on her face.
“Just kiss her already,” he wrote. Rhea looked up and saw him staring from down the hall.
You followed her gaze and he waved when he noticed you looking.
“Did I miss something?” You asked.
She turned her phone toward you so you could read his text with the picture attached.
“It looks like we’re about to kill each other, not kiss,” you laughed nervously. There was obvious tension between you, you just weren’t sure if it was sexual or otherwise.
“Would you rather kill me?”
“No?”
“So you’d rather kiss me?” She asked, stepping closer once again. Your eyes widened and your heart was racing.
“That’s- that’s not what I said,” you stammered.
“But you said you didn’t want to kill me.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to kiss you either,” you argued.
“Do you want to?”
“Kiss you?”
“Yes.”
“Well-“
“Ladies! You’re up next!” The producer interrupted, making you jump back from her.
“Let’s go kick some ass,” Rhea said, grabbing your hand to pull you along.
How could she just be so calm when you were left reeling? You’d have to figure that out later, after the match.
To say the fans loved the two of you together was an understatement. They went nuts when you were announced as her partner.
The match was just a warmup to see how you worked in the ring together and it went surprisingly well. You played off each other’s strengths and made up for weaknesses. When Rhea made the pin and the final bell rang, you ran into the ring and into her arms. She lifted you with ease and spun you around.
You made your way backstage and you were ecstatic. Rhea was looking at you with such adoration in her eyes; what a change from just a few days ago. Rhea was beginning to think Vince was a genius for teaming you together.
Rhea’s bliss was cut short when she saw Shayna coming over and scooping you up.
“That was awesome! You guys did so well!”
“You watched?” You asked, finally being set back down.
“Of course, I watch all your matches,” she answered.
A sour feeling was settling into Rhea’s stomach as she watched your exchange. She was jealous; there was no way to deny it. She brushed past the two of you and went into the locker room. Your smile fell as you noticed her walking off. You thought she’d be happier after your win.
“I’m gonna go make sure she’s alright,” you said, giving Shayna another hug.
“No worries- go get your girl,” she said with a smirk.
You went into the locker room and found Rhea scrolling through her phone. She didn’t even look up at you when you walked in.
“Hey, are you okay?” You asked.
“Yeah I’m fine,” she mumbled, still looking at her phone.
“You don’t seem fine,” you said.
“Well I am so why don’t you run back to Shayna,” she snapped.
“Seriously? We’re back to this? I thought we were past that,” you sighed.
“I’m just saying, you’d obviously rather be with her right now.”
“If that were true then I wouldn’t be here…with you,” you said, sitting down next to her. She finally looked up with regret in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I’m gonna need more than an apology to understand why you get so weird when I’m around other people.”
“I can’t explain it.”
“Try. Please?”
“I just don’t like how it makes me feel…”
Part of you, deep down, hoped it might be jealousy- a feeling you could easily relate to. It was how you felt every time you watched her be flirtatious with other women or even Dom. You figured that’s where part of your animosity toward her came from and you were hoping it was the same for her. Then the two of you could put those nasty feelings aside and admit to one another how you really felt.
“What does it make you feel, Rhea?”
“Confused, I guess,” she said quietly, looking down at her fidgeting hands in her lap.
“Can I maybe help un-confuse things?” You asked.
Rhea took a deep breath before looking up at you. Before you knew what was happening, she grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. You were frozen at first, but you quickly reciprocated the kiss. You were certain your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You wanted to badly to deepen the kiss but before you could, Rhea pulled away.
“I have to go,” she said, quickly getting up and running out of the room. You were stuck in your spot- your mind racing with what just happened.
When your body finally caught up to your mind, you were racing after her. You weren’t sure where she went so you were looking anywhere you could think of.
You were running out of areas when you were stopped by the interview crew.
“Could we ask you a few questions about your new tag team with Rhea Ripley?”
“Oh um sure,” you said, bouncing back and forth and looking around for her.
“When did the two of you decide to be a team? It always seemed like the two of you were at odds with one another.”
“It was a recent decision actually. We’ve been getting to know each other inside the ring and out. I think we work pretty well together.”
“That’s an understatement! You guys were amazing out there; I think you might have something special on your hands.”
“Yeah, I agree. Rhea is definitely very special and I think we have a bright future ahead of us,” you said with a genuine smile. You excused yourself from the interview to continue your search.
You didn’t realize, however, Rhea had been watching the interview with Dom and Damian.
“She obviously likes you,” Damian told her.
“I don’t think so. She’s been pretty friendly with Shayna lately- and then I just go and kiss her and mess everything up!” She whined.
“First off- Shayna isn’t in the picture like that. She knows you like her and wouldn’t get between the two of you. Second- kissing her was probably the best idea you’ve had so far. Now she knows how you feel. Your only mistake was running away from her!” Dom said.
“How does Shayna know how I feel?” She asked.
“I may have mentioned it at the gym the other day,” Dom said quietly, looking at his feet.
“Is that why she canceled dinner?”
“Just so the two of you could have some time together,” he defended.
“I should kick your ass, but I’m too shaken up still,” she sighed.
“Why don’t you go find her? I know you’re worried things are gonna go wrong, but just remember, Mami always gets what she wants,” Damian chuckled. Rhea sighed and hanged her head in her hands.
“I think I’m just gonna wait for her at the hotel,” she said.
She quickly gathered her things and went back to your room. You searched the arena high and low and with every failed turn, your frustration was building. How dare she give you attitude, then kiss you, then run off?
You needed answers and you wanted them now. You finally found Dom who was packing up his gear.
“Have you seen Rhea?” You asked without greeting him.
“She left already. She said she was going back to the hotel,” he said.
“Seriously? Oh I’m gonna kick her ass,” you snapped.
“Is everything okay?” Dom asked cautiously.
“No, everything is not okay. You’re gonna need to find yourself a new Mami by the time I’m done with her!”
“I know she hasn’t always been the best at expressing herself, but she really does care about you,” he told you.
“Then why did she run away from me?”
“I think she’s scared- but you didn’t hear that from me!”
“Well off to the hotel it is then,” you sighed.
“Want a ride? I’m heading out now too,” he offered.
“That would be great,” you smiled.
The ride was quick and you tried to pry more information out of Dom but he didn’t let anything more slip.
Once back at the hotel, you practically ran to your room, hoping she was there. Thankfully, she was sitting on her bed when you went in.
“Are you done running from me?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of you.
“I’m not sure, are you going to yell at me?” She asked.
“I have half a mind to! First, you get an attitude when I’m with Shayna. Then you won’t tell me why. And then…and then you kiss me and run off to hide from me. Why shouldn’t I yell at you?”
She got up from the bed and stood in front of you. Your arms dropped to your side, subconsciously opening yourself up to her.
“I’m sorry for everything. And I’m sorry for kissing you. I was out of line and it won’t happen again,” she sighed. Your heart broke a little when she said that.
“I’m not mad that you kissed me,” you mumbled.
“You’re not?”
“I’d be more mad if you never kissed me again,��� you admitted. A small smirk was playing on her lips.
“Is that so?” She asked, taking another step toward you.
“Yes, but you still need to tell me why you get so upset whenever you see me with someone else,” you said.
“I get scared. I get scared that they’re going to take you away from me- which I know sounds insane- but you’re mine, no one else’s.”
“Is that so?” Now it was your turn to smirk.
“Yeah, it is.”
She closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you again. This time you were ready for it and immediately deepened it. The kiss was full of passion and heat, each of your pouring your desire for one another into it.
She slid her tongue into your mouth, easily winning dominance over yours. She spun you so your back was to the bed and she laid you down, not once breaking the kiss.
She hovered over you and began to kiss down your jaw and neck, leaving love bites in her wake.
“Rhea, please,” you whined.
“Please what, pretty girl? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. I want you to touch me,” you said.
She pulled your bottoms off quickly, sliding her hand in your panties.
“You wanted me to touch you here?” She asked, sliding her fingers through your folds.
“Fuck, yes!”
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, babygirl. I’m gonna make you forget anyone who isn’t me,” she said.
“I’m yours, only yours.”
“That’s right, sweetheart; good girl,” she said, circling your clit.
Your body jolted as she slid two fingers into your entrance, slowly pumping them in and out. Her thumb was still circling your clit and you couldn’t help the moans falling from your lips.
She quickened her actions when she felt your pussy gripping her fingers more, signaling you were close to your peak.
“Gonna cum for me, love? Cum all over my fingers,” she told you, sucking another hickey onto your neck.
“Fuck, Rhea, I’m cumming,” you moaned. You reached your climax moments later and you swore you’d never felt better in your life. She circled your clit slowly, allowing you to come down from your high once she was certain you were satisfied.
She pulled her fingers from you and licked them clean, moaning at the taste.
“I think I need more,” she said, smirking at you.
She tore your panties off and threw them across the room.
“Wait, it’s your turn though,” you said, tugging at her pants.
“I have an idea then.” She quickly pulled her pants and panties off, crawling over you once again. “Are you okay with this?”
“Of course, only if you are,” you replied.
“Okay with it? Sweetheart, I’m in love with it. Besides, Mami is always on top.”
She quickly turned herself around and knelt over your face. Her pussy was only inches from your tongue and your mouth was already watering.
“You ready, love?” She asked.
“So ready,” you sighed happily.
She lowered herself onto your face and leaned down so she was now level with your pussy as well.
You beat her to it, your tongue diving between her folds first. You felt her jump at the feeling before she quickly began to devour you as well.
It was hard to focus when she was making you feel so good, but you could tell she was enjoying herself as well by the noises she was making.
You could’ve sworn you had died and gone to heaven, with her body pressed to yours and being able to pleasure her just as much as she was you.
Your hips began to move, your climax approaching once again. But you were determined to get Rhea there first. You focused your attention on her clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her legs began to shake slightly and you knew she was close. It was as if she caught onto the secret competition because she doubled her own efforts between your legs.
Before you realized it was even happened, your orgasm crashed over you in waves. You let out a whine but continued to lap at her pussy. Knowing she gave you your own climax sent her into hers. She continued to lick at your clit as you both rode out your orgasms together.
When you were both satisfied, Rhea got off and laid next to you. She pulled you in for another kiss, the taste of the both of you mixing on your tongues.
“So is it safe to say you’re mine now?” She asked, finally pulling away.
“I’m most definitely yours,” you said with a smile.
“Remind me to thank Vince,” she chuckled. “This may have been his best idea yet.”
“I definitely don’t think this was his idea,” you laughed.
“No, but still, if he hadn’t forced us together, I probably never would’ve worked up the courage to tell you how I feel.”
“Well I’m glad you did. And now we can move forward and be happy,” you said.
“I promise I’ll do anything to keep you happy.”
She kissed you once more and you sighed contently. Things may have gotten off to a rocky start, but everything works itself out eventually.
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May i request a Human Alastor x Gn Detective Reader? where reader is a threat to his killings and is unaware that al is the serial killer
Alastor x Reader -
New Orleans Noir
Details: Human!Alastor x GN!Detective!Reader
Warnings: Talk of murder, alcohol, Alastor thinks about killing you
Author's note: Thanks for the request! This is my first piece of writing in ages, I hope it's up to par. Sorry there's not too much romance, but I was getting more of a noir film vibe from the request, along with a little angst potential.
Not beta read <3
Word Count: 1.562
You had been investigating the infamous New Orleans serial killer for months with no proper leads. Whoever the killer was, they were too meticulous to leave behind any incriminating evidence, or anything at all for that matter. You were frustrated beyond belief and were drowning your irritations in a glass of whiskey at the bar, when the voice of a local radio show host caught your attention. It wasn’t really his voice that captured you, it was his report on the murders…his very detailed report.
You suspected that this radio personality had some kind of inside information. It didn’t take long for you to arrange a date at a diner to talk, or rather to interrogate him.
What you didn’t expect was for this radio host, Alastor, to be exceptionally charming and pleasant to talk to. Several times he managed to steer the conversation away from your case, but you always managed to catch yourself and return to the topic at hand.
This first meeting was just the beginning of what would become one of your biggest lessons.
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Alastor knew he was toeing the line by broadcasting news about his own killings. But it excited him. He had the whole town wrapped around his finger, captivated by his stories. None the wiser they were listening to the killer himself. A flock of sheep swaying to a wolf's song.
Still he was surprised when a detective demanded a meeting with him. Not that it was a problem. He could easily manipulate them into turning their attentions elsewhere.
But this detective was stubborn. Alastor realized he wasn’t going to get them off his case and decided on a different strategy. What’s the saying? Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer.
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In the end, you settled on a deal. Any and all info Alastor received from his “sources”, he reported directly to you before broadcasting them. Of course Alastor didn’t demand anything in return. After all, what law-abiding citizen wouldn’t immediately jump at the chance to help his community?
You started to meet weekly. Most weeks he didn’t have anything new, and even when he did, you couldn’t really do much with the information. Rumors about enemies the victims might have had or hear-say about what the killer might look like, but nothing of substance.
Weekly meetings turned into daily lunch breaks, and daily lunch breaks led to relaxed evenings at the bar. He was charming, ever the gentleman and he shared your taste in music. Before long you couldn’t deny the bubbling feelings in your chest any longer, but it would be unprofessional to start anything as long as the case was still open. Too dangerous to drag him into this mess even more than you already had. So you kept quiet, enjoying his company, murder-related or not.
Just like tonight. You’d met at a restaurant close to the radio station Alastor worked at. It had become one of your common meeting spots after Alastor recommended it for a good steak and cheap drinks. Although at the moment, you couldn’t enjoy either.
“What’s with the long face, my dear?” Alastor asked with that dashing smile he always sported. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was mocking you with it.
“Take a guess.” You said while downing your drink, gesturing to the waiter for another one.
“Ah yes, the body they found.” Alastor cut into his bloody steak. You couldn’t even muster the appetite to touch your own plate. “I assume your work day has been quite stressful, hmm?”
“Stressful doesn’t even cut it, Al! I feel…” You stopped to regain your composure, your sour mood almost had you yelling in a public space. Can’t have that.
“People are dying on my watch. Everyone is relying on me to catch this bastard and I’m letting them all down. I feel so fucking useless.” You said eventually, in defeat.
Alastor took a bite while studying your face. That unreadable smile still on his face.
“Don’t beat yourself up over it, Y/N. Perhaps it’s time for you to take a break. A fresh mind might lead to fresh revelations.” He said in his sing-song voice, apparently not nearly as bothered as you.
You looked at him like he said the stupidest thing you’d ever heard.
“Al, there’s people that are dying.”
“You’re not the only detective in town.”
“I’m the only one with an informant. Although none of your tips have lead me anywhere!” You hissed. He continued to stare at you with his never wavering smile, and you immediately felt guilty for your outburst.
“I'm sorry, I know you’re just trying to help.” You said while rubbing your forehead.
These past few nights had been terrible. You barely slept at all and your nerves had been about to snap all day. You sighed in relief when the waiter arrived with your drink. You gave an appreciative nod before taking a sip.
“No offense taken, Detective. It’s evident you’re passionate about this investigation and I’m sure the whole town can sleep better knowing you’re on the case. No one wants a serial killer sneaking about their neighborhood.” He said in a light-hearted tone while cutting into his steak once more.
That reminded you. Your head snapped up and you looked at him wide-eyed, reaching a hand out to him.
“Al, your neighborhood. I completely forgot to tell you! We’ve compared the areas the bodies were found in and we were able to narrow down the general location of the killer to your neighborhood.”
He stopped mid-cut.
“Did you now?”
You put your hand on his forearm and he looked up at you with his piercing eyes. A gaze you’ve come to grow quite fond of during your time together.
“This is not public information, I’m telling you this as…a friend. Be careful out there.”
You said, real worry in your voice and on your face. Alastor gave you a soft smile in return, although his eyes held something different. Probably from the shock.
“Of course, my dear. I would suggest you be careful as well. Your job is much more dangerous than mine and I’d hate if anything happened to you.”
He finally took his bite, never breaking eye contact.
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Alastor knew the best course of action would be to kill them.
They were getting close. Too close for his liking anyway. In the beginning it had been amusing, handing out false information, throwing red-herrings and leading the detective on a wild-goose chase around town. His personal game of chess, with his opponent not even aware they were playing.
But he couldn’t deny Y/N was a real threat. They were intelligent, cunning and witty. Pleasant company, yes. But also dead-set on catching the killer. And their latest revelation only solidified what Alastor knew was coming. One of them would have to go.
Now back in his apartment, he leaned back in his armchair and got to planning.
It would be quite easy, he assumed. He’d lure them to a secluded location with the promise of a new lead. Perhaps he’d tell them they would be meeting with one of his “sources”. It wouldn’t even be that big of a lie.
The detective trusted him, he was sure. They’d turn their back to him and then…
Alastor shuddered.
Normally the thought of killing someone was exciting. But the detective was a different story. He hadn’t expected to take a genuine liking to them when they began their little collaboration. But then he started to look forward to their meetings. And after months of shared dinners and drinks they had managed to capture Alastor in a way few people had managed to before.
They were an equal to him.
Perhaps them being a real threat played a part in Alastor’s hesitation. The game they were playing brought him joy. Sometimes even motivating him to go for a new kill. Anything to get his detective’s attention once more.
Then there was the other reason. Most of his victims really deserved to die. Sure, maybe it wasn’t Alastor’s place to judge, but he wasn’t wrong. The detective however…
They were good. Righteous. Willing to risk their life for the safety of the city. In some ways Alastor thought they were stupid for it. But he couldn’t help but find it endearing as well. Their blood-shot eyes after yet another all-nighter were pathetic, but he couldn’t look away. Their rambling about theories both annoyed and intrigued him at the same time.
He couldn’t get a grip on his feelings. The thought of killing them unnerved him, but the thought of being caught was simply unacceptable.
He got up, now frustrated. Perhaps he needed to let off some steam. Clear his head and then make a proper plan. Maybe he didn’t need to kill the detective. There could be other ways. He could frame someone else and then lay low for a while. Continue his killing somewhere else. Or have something happen that rendered the detective…unfit for work. He’d figure something out when he returned.
For now, he needed to focus on his next victim. Some abusive asshole he knew would be at a bar on the other end of town. He had him picked out for weeks already and knew his routines. Just a simple kill to get his nerves under control.
A shame he didn’t know it would be his last.
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-Can I get a fic of the reader and Quinn Hughes maybe fooling around on the plane to a game?
NSFW
You were given the ok by management to accompany Quinn on the private plane to las,Vegas for their game against the Knights. Quinn was on his I-pad beside you watching some of his shows, so you made your way to the bathroom and walked down the aisle and closed the small bathroom door behind you. You thought you and Quinn would have time alone but it's just been traveling non-stop, you had the idea of surprising him in the hotel with a nice set of lingerie but you wouldn't have time, knowing Quinn he’s going to pass out fully clothed on the bed. So you were feeling needy all day but Quinn was very busy all day, so the only down time was now on the plane. When you look in the mirror you saw the mugged masseuse under your eyes and your messy hair. You wipe it away and brushed threw your hair with your hands the best you could.
you opened the bathroom door and walked down the aisles making a mental note everyone was asleep except for kuzmenko and he even had his headphones in watching something on his phone. When he saw you walk by he gave you a big smile so you waved in return. You walked back to your seat in the back of the plane with no one on the other side, you and Quinn were alone, well as alone as you could be with the whole Canucks team on the plane. When you sat down besieged Quinn you pulled up the arm rest and rested your head on his shoulder and pulled the blanket over both of your legs out of view..
You moved your hand under Quinn’s shirt and ran your fingers over his lower stomach. He didn't think anything of it just thinking you were being affectionate but when he felt your hand hover down to the waistband of his pants and played with the band of his boxer’s he turned to look at you but you kept your view on his ipad watching whatever he was watching. He knew what you were up to the fact you were watching his show when you didn't even know what was going on was a give away. He lightly jolted at the feeling of your hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers.
“Y/n” he Warned
But you respond by leaving a kiss on his neck, it seemed innocent but when one followed another Quinn started to feel a tent grow in his pants and he groaned at the fact he let you win.
“Come on Quinny” you whined out
Quinn felt his dick twitch in his pants at your tone.
“Everyone's asleep” you told
You felt Quinn relax at your words, a small groan leaving his lips but no one could hear it over the roar of the plane. You smiled and contented to leave open mouth kisses on Quinn's neck. You began to stroke his cock under the blanket slowly. You could see Quinn gripping the blanket, turning his knuckles white. You loved turning Quinn into a puddle most of the time it was you so it felt good when it was him.
He looked so good trying to hold back his moans so no one would hear, the way his mouth was slightly open and his chest moved with every shaky breath he took.
“I was gonna surprise you tonight” you whispered in his ear
“Yea?” he breathed out
“Yea” you teased, squeezing the tip of his cock slightly earning a slight moan from him as he squeezed his eyes shut “I bought this nice lingerie set I thought you’d like, maybe I’ll bring it out tonight?”
Quinn just nodded in response, swallowing a groan just thinking about the things you’d do to him. He knew he'd be too tired to take the lead like usual but he loved when you did.You began to quicken your pace and Quinn began to become more vocal
“I thought You didn't want them to hear you?” you played
A whine left Quinn's lips,as his hips jerked up. You knew he was about to cum just from that.
“You gonna cum?” you asked using your other hand to pull his face in front off your’s
“Yes….fuck im gonna cun” he groaned
You pulled Quinn into a kiss as he came, he groaned at his release.
When you pulled away Quinn opened his eyes and glared at you
“I fuckin hate you” he spoke
“Your dick doesnt” you smiled giving him a soft kiss on the lips
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You are his, right ?
Yandere gym bro x reader
Plot : Inviting casper for a sleepover
Author’s note : The images are not mine. I don not support this kind of behaviour and highly condemn these activities. This kind of behaviour is not tolerated in actual life. Reader is portrayed as pick me girl who is asking for it.
Warnings : MDNI. The images are not mine. Credits to the owner
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Hangouts with Casper were now a part of your daily routines. From your friends to coworkers to neighborhood gossip aunties and even your baker, everyone came to know about Casper. Anywhere you went, Casper appeared suddenly and even matching your outfit. What a coincident right ?
This is what soulmate is, isn’t it ? You are his soulmate right ?
“Hey Caz, I think we should head back it’s getting dark.” you suggested. “ I guess you are right “ Casper smiles silently cursing all the powers who are working to keep you from him.
“Here you go sweetie” Casper drops you at your home in his car. “Cas, I was wondering if you could stay for a while, I have something to show you.” you asked. Casper frowns and acts like having a deep thought. “hmmm… recent studies say that a man should never say no to his cute girl, so of course I would love to stay for ever a while.“ you laughed at his silly joke.
You didn’t corrected him. It means you are his. You are his, right ?? All his.
“YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CLOSE YOUR EYES DAMMIT” you shrieked. “My eyes are closed” Casper laughs. You pout and whine. “Fine Fine here. “ Casper closes his eyes as you settle something in his hands. He opens his eyes and found an I-Pad??? “Are you giving me this I-Pad back ?? Do you not like it sweetie ?? Should I give you something else for our 100 days anniversary ???
Yes. you and Casper celebrated your 100 days of friendship relationship. On which he took you out for dinner date and surprised shocks you by giving you everything that you had set an eye on for past 100 days.
“ Cas.. I can’t take this. This is too much “ you relented. “ This isn’t too much. further, I even lost the receipts, I can’t even return them. Wouldn’t it go waste now ?? Do you not like the gifts ?? Do you want me to buy something else for you ?? do you not like me anymore ?? Are you going to leave me ??? “ And you could do nothing but accept them when you saw fat tears rolling down the man baby’s flushed cheeks, not noticing the smirk he had while you hugged and soothed him. It took you all night to make him believe that you are not going anywhere.
Like, you could even do that until he is alive.
“No Caz~. I’m not giving you the I-pad back. I really liked it. “ you blurted out quickly to not hurt the boy’s feelings again.
“I want you to open the I-Pad and see what I have made.” you smiled. Casper let out the breath that he had held for so long. He opens the screen and almost faints when he sees a cute doodle of him and you clicking a selfie followed by other doodles that you had made from your recent pictures. “ I know this is stupid and-” “this is not stupid. This is so good. Can you send me those ???” Casper cuts you of and begs you for the pictures, which you send him immediately.
After an hour
“I think I should leave, it’s quite dark” the male suggested. You looked out the window to witness the light. “ Are you dumb Cas??? It’s so dark and foggy out, you should stay here for ever tonight. “ It’s alright. I don’t want to cause any problems" Casper suggests silently begging universe to make him stay. “ Well, if you don’t know, I would like to tell you that recent studies say that a man should never say no to his cute girl.” you quoted in a heavy voice (imitating Cas), to which you both laughed and Casper got to stay.
“ How about we order a takeout and pick a movie ??” Casper recommended. “ I would really appreciate that, but I think we should change to something more comfy. How about you take a bath first. I have some oversized clothes that might fit you” you suggested. “I like the sound of that” Casper replies.
You hand Casper a pair of your oversized sweats and a shirt ( with acted more like a compression shirt ). Casper enters your bathroom and the smell of your cologne fills his senses and faints him one more time. His breath becomes heavy, mind started melting and legs started shaking. Suddenly his eyes fell to the laundry basket which was tucked in corner only for him to see. He hopes you don’t mind some of your things panties being stolen.
After all you are his, right ?
“How about iron man ???”
“Horror”
“Spider-Man ???”
“Horror”
“Twilight ??”
“Horror.. Casss…… Please… I can handle it” you pout and cross your hand tightly on your chest. Which may or may not have lifted your assets, showing of something pointy through your silky nightwear. And Casper couldn’t argue further. Who was he to say no to your tight hugs during the movie ?? Who was he to say no to you when you asked to sleep with him because you were afraid ?? Who was he to say no when you cuddled him and rested your head in the crook of his neck in the sleep ?? Who was he to say no when you stuffed his face in your chest and traced his back in sleep ?? Who was he to say no when your thigh accidently brushed his bulge in sleep ??
You were really testing him. Weren’t you ??
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Hi hii I saw you were doing smut promt requests! Can I ask for Draken with:
"Louder, let me hear you."
Tysm!!
a/n: hi! thank you for sending this in!! <3 i personally love writing for draken so i think this really fits him 🫶🏻! thank you again and i hope you enjoy!
pairings: ken (draken) ryuguji x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, some rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, use of pet names (baby, princess, angel), praising, some dacryphilia if you squint.
prompt #11: “louder. let me hear you.”
“D-Draken.. – ah! – I can’t.. fuck!”
“Fuck.. don’t worry, princess, you’re doing so good for me..”
You had long forgotten how long you and Draken had been at it. Your brain was too foggy for you to even remember, because he had made you cum so many times that you lost count. He was still keeping up with that relentless pace that had left you completely breathless. He didn’t show signs of slowing down either. You honestly shouldn’t have been that surprised. Draken had this insane stamina that could last for hours. It was hard to believe a man could keep going even after so many orgasms.
Meanwhile, Draken was having the time of his life. He missed you so fucking much. He wasn’t going to let the open chance he had with you slip away, so he was going to make sure you remember tonight for the rest of the week. He needed you, just like you needed him.
Draken could feel that you were close to another orgasm. This had to be your third or fourth one he had pulled from you that night. There was a mess down below that had covered the sheets. He loved seeing your pussy a sticky mess because of him. He couldn’t wait to make you reach your high again. Your pussy was slowly tightening around him once again. It only encouraged him to keep up his pace and to fuck you even harder.
You could hardly handle his thrusts. His thick cock bullied your walls and reached areas you couldn’t even reach if you tried. Your cunt was tired and you weren’t sure if you could handle another orgasm. “Draken..! Fuck, it’s t-too much!” you cried, throwing your head back onto the pillow behind you.
He smirked to himself when you called out his name like that. It only added onto the pleasure that he was feeling. He was close to his own orgasm as well. “Louder. Let me hear you.” he said, using his thumb to play with your puffy clit. “C’mon, princess.. I wanna hear that pretty fucking voice of yours..”
The pit in your belly was growing deeper and you could hardly keep quiet. Your body was trembling and you could barely hold yourself up. He made you weak. “Draken! Draken! I’m gonna.. fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you moaned, arching your back upwards towards him.
Your boyfriend smirked above you once he realized you had reached another climax. Groans rumbled in his throat when your cunt squeezed his cock with such tightness that his hips stuttered for a moment. He loved how perfectly your pussy hugged his dick. The same image of you in pure bliss never got old to Draken. If he could, he’d have it imprinted inside his brain forever so he wouldn’t have to waste a moment never seeing it again. You were so gorgeous like that.
His pace began to pick up. His balls began to slap against your sensitive clit. He felt his high approaching him, and all he wanted to do was fill your pussy to the brim with his cum.
He opened your legs, placing them around his waist so your ankles could lock together. All he could hear was his name slipping from your lips. It was the only thing that was keeping him going with you. He loved the way his name rolled off your pretty little tongue. It was smooth like honey and he fucking loved it.
He looked down at you with seduction swirling around in his eyes. You were so beautiful lying down underneath him with his cock inside your pretty cunt. “Gonna fill you real nice, angel..” he grunted. “You want that, huh? You’re squeezin’ the fuck out of me, baby..”
All you could do was nod. There was drool slipping from your lips as he continued thrusting into you. You were so overstimulated that there were a few stray tears that had trickled down your cheeks. Draken wiped them away with his thumb.
He let out several curses just before he finally reached his second orgasm. Thick, white spurts of his cum had filled into your pussy and reached your womb. The sensation made you twitch and shiver from the warmth. He panted and wiped away the sweat that had formed on his brow and his forehead. He was tired, but more than satisfied. He could also say the same for you, considering how cute the grin was on your pretty little face.
Draken leaned down, pressing a fat kiss on your lips. “I love you, baby..” he whispered, lying down beside you to pull you against him.
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Sugar Stan
Author’s Note: Y’all this semester has been hell in all honesty. It makes me sad I haven’t been able to write, but I have obtained some free time for some writing. Y’all seemed to really enjoy the Stan fic I wrote, so I’m gonna try and cook something up. I love all the babes who’s been supporting me in my indulgent behaviors <3
“Sugar Stan”
Description: Stan is known for being a notoriously cheap man, but he likes to splurge for you when he can.
You were washing dishes in the sink from this morning’s breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon when you heard your phone buzz. You put the final dish onto the drying rack before rubbing your hands on your pajama pants and picking up your phone. Stan’s name popped up on the screen causing you to grin giddily. You and Stan had been dating for a while now, but if you said he still didn’t give you butterflies, you’d be lying.
Stanley <3: Hey, Doll. You got plans at 7:00. I’ll be there to pick you up. Wear that red thing I got you.
You yelped and jumped around the kitchen. You loved it when he surprised you like this. For an old man, he sure kept you on your toes. It was very attractive, in your opinion. You caught flack from your girl friends for dating Stan Pines, the town shyster, but they didn’t see him the way you did.
It was about 6:45 when Stan knocked at your front door with a bouquet of flowers. You opened the door to find him in a brown leather jacket over a red dress-shirt. The first couple of buttons were undone to reveal his chest hair and a gleaming gold chain. God, he looked good.
He looked you up and down when he saw you letting out a low whistle. You were wearing a red, shimmering gown that hugged your body in the all the right ways. You had your hair up to show off your gold hoops Stan got you which did not go unnoticed by him.
“Would you look at that,” he murmured, bringing his free hand to your jaw to gently turn your head from side to side. He smirked. “They look good, babe.” You were smiling ear to ear at him. He looked so damn sexy you couldn’t stand it. You wanted to just skip out on whatever he had planned and just let him take you right there.
“Thank you, Stan,” you replied, looking into his cognac eyes. You grinned at him as his gaze fell to your plush red lips. It was brief, but you noticed. His expression then became playful.
“Alright, turn around. I wanna see the back,” Stan said winking and taking your hand in his to turn you around. You giggled as he twirled you, feeling his eyes move over your body. You were a blushing mess by the time you faced him again. He set the bouquet on the side table near him and then pulled you close by your hips.
“I can’t wait to show you off, tonight,” he grumbled into your neck. He had leaned down to kiss at the exposed flesh of your collarbone. You inhaled sharply at the contact, and his strong arms pulled you flush against him. He smelled of tobacco and cologne; it was a scent you wanted to drown yourself in. Stan continued his assault on your neck, peppering kisses everywhere he could. He stopped once you started laughing at his stubble tickling your shoulder. He pulled away to look at you again with a soft smile.
“Sorry, babe. Got ahead of myself there.” He began adjusting his pants to hide the growing bulge that was forming. His face was blushing a tad bit, so you gave him a kiss on his cheek to let him know there was nothing to be ashamed of. Your kiss had left a red mark in the shape of your lips on his cheek. You had almost said something about it, but something about it was erotic. It told other people who he belonged to, so you decided to keep the mark you made untouched.
“You don’t hear me complaining,” you joked, hooking your arm around his. Your hand grasped his bicep which was strained against his jacket. You gave it a small squeeze. “Love these arms.” Stan smiled and gave you a quick kiss to your temple. He wouldn’t tell you, but he adored your compliments.
You walked out the front door together to the bright red El Diablo parked in your driveway. He opened the passenger door saying, “Your chariot awaits.” You giggled and took his strong hand into yours as you stepped into the car. He jogged to the other side of the car to get into the driver’s seat and begin your journey to wherever he was taking you. He backed the vehicle up into the road without looking and took off.
You sighed. “You know you should really watch out for other people driving, Stanley,” you chastised. “Somebody could hit you.”
He scoffed. “Please, they should watch after ME. If I’m ever in an accident, it won’t be my fault, babe.” You rolled your eyes as he sped down your road. Despite what he says, you know he would never actually put you in danger. He put his hand on your thigh and began to rub up and down your leg while humming along to an oldie playing on the radio. It was quiet between you two but nothing uncomfortable. After a bit, you decided to ask about where you were going.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out, sexy,” he answered. You cocked an eyebrow at him. He looked over at you and chuckled at your expression. “It’s nothing crazy. I promise.” He gave your leg a reassuring squeeze as he continued to drive.
“Okay. I believe you.” You smiled to yourself while looking out the window. The road he was taking you was a windy one with a beautiful view of forestry on either side. When he finally started to slow down, you were at Gravity Falls’ nicest restaurant “The Club.”
“So, what do you think? Are you excited?” Stan prodded, pulling into the parking spot closest to the restaurant.
“Stanley! You shouldn’t have. This is too expensive,” you responded, turning in your seat to grab his arm. “We don’t have to eat here.” Stan rolled his eyes and unbuckled his seatbelt.
“Would you hush? It’s my money, and I’m going to spend it how I want.” He put his hand on your knee and rubbed it lovingly. You gazed down at his hand and ran your fingers over his. He used his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “Now, when we get in here, you’re going to buy whatever thing you want. Don’t even look at the prices. Ya understand?”
You nodded, a grin spreading across your face. “Yes.”
Stan returned a smile and patted your knee. “Atta girl. Let’s go stuff our faces.”
~Later that evening~
After enjoying a delicious meal, it was time for the check to be paid which Stan did not let you look at. He even left a twenty-dollar bill for your waitress who was very kind and attentive to you two. You were walking towards the exit together when Stan said, “Hold on. I gotta go take a leak. I’ll be back.” You nodded and stood outside the bathroom doors waiting for him.
As soon as he left, a man began to approach you. He was young and smelled like cheap cigarettes and body spray. He had sunglasses propped up on his slicked back hair. He grinned, leaning onto the wall next to you. “What’s a girl like you doing with an old man like that?” You rolled your eyes at him and instead stared at the glowing EXIT sign above you. You felt a hot breath near your ear and your body went tight.
“Hey, I asked you a question,” he growled. “You gonna answer me?” You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. “He isn’t half the man that I am. I can show you a good time, y’know.” His mouth was so close to your face. Your mouth was going dry.
“Hey, dickhead.”
The man turned around to immediately get knocked to the floor by Stan Pines. He held his nose as he cried out in pain, blood splattered on his face. Stan then knelt beside him and pulled the man up by the collar of his shirt.
“Remember my face when you try and pull this shit again,” Stan spat before punching him again in the jaw. The man went unconscious as Stan dropped him to the floor. He stood up, wiping the blood from his knuckles onto his pants.
“C’mon, toots. Let’s get you home.” He offered his arm to you, and you finally walked out of the restaurant to the car. He began to drive down the road, but you knew you weren’t going to go far. You were staring at him speechless. Your mind was racing over what you wanted to do to him after seeing him stand up for you like that.
Stan interrupted the silence by saying, “Oh, I saw this little mark you left by the way.” He tapped his cheek where the outline of your lips remained. He chuckled. “Can’t believe I’ve been walking around like this.” He was smiling, but his face fell when turned to you and saw your expression. Your eyes were glazed over; you weren’t focused on a word he was saying. Your eyes were on his lips.
“Pull over,” you demanded.
“What? Why?” Stan asked, confused.
You placed your hand on his thigh and whispered in his ear. “Pull over.” Stan’s breath hitched in his throat as your kissed below his ear. He slowed down and parked in an abandoned gravel road. It was a dead end, and he had driven far enough into the woods that you couldn’t see the car from the road. Not that you really cared.
He turned off the car, and you unbuckled your seatbelt. He did the same. You climbed over the console to straddle him and immediately plant your lips on his. It was fervent and sloppy. He groaned at the intensity at which you kissed him, his hands trying to figure out where to go. Your fingers were carding through his thick gray hair while your tongue slips past his mouth. You moan at the taste of him. He tasted of the glass of wine he had at the restaurant.
Stan’s hands grab your hips through your dress as you hold his face in your hands. You break away from the kiss to look at him. His mouth was smeared with your lipstick, and his hair was a mess. It was incredibly sexy. Stan gazed at you with dilated pupils, breath becoming ragged.
“You’re so beautiful…” he whispered, pulling you into another kiss. It was much sweeter than the one you gave him. He then seemed ashamed. “I-I’m sorry if I went a little far earlier. I just can’t stand to see anybody talk to you like that.”
You put your finger against his lips to shush him. “Stanley Pines, you punching that douchebag was the single hottest things I have ever seen.” You leaned into the crook of his neck. “And I am going to fuck your brains out for it.” He let out a gasp as your lips collided with his again. One hand was holding you in place by the small of your back while the other was frantically looking for the lever to lower the seat. You let out a surprised yelp as the seat fell completely flat.
Stan chuckled. “Scare ya’, doll?”
You grinned at him. “Not at all, old man.” You began kissing down his neck and below his ear. He sighed, hands travelling down to squeeze your ass. Your breath shuddered at the contact. You decided that you were wearing too much clothing for either of your liking. You quickly unzipped your dress and shimmied out of it. You tossed the now useless fabric to the side. Your breasts were exposed due to the lack of a bra.
Stan let out a sharp exhale at the sight of you. “Fuck…Come here, sweet thing.” You giggled as he pulled you towards him. He started planting kisses on your breasts. You used your hands to prop yourself against the backseat to give him more room to fondle you. He began kneading your breasts before licking over your nipple. You let out an obscene sound at the contact of his hot mouth on you. He then sucked your nipple into his mouth while he rolled the other one between his fingers.
“Stan…” you breathed.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” Stan murmured against your breast, sucking your other nipple into his mouth.
“It feels so good,” you replied, gripping his broad shoulders. You leaned down to brush your lips against his. “Let me make you feel good.”
“But you are making me feel good,” he grumbled, kissing the valley between your breasts.
A blush spread across your face. You loved how much he loved your body. He always made you feel so confident. “I know, but…” You placed your hand on his pronounced jaw and made him look up at you. “I want to make you feel even better, honey.” He had a devilish grin on his face.
“Okay then,” he said laying his back against the seat and putting his hands behind his head. “Do what you want.” You smiled at him innocently as you removed your red lace panties. You tossed them at his face, and he began laughing. You swiveled your body so that you were laying on his chest and working to unbuckle his pants. His pants had grown tight around his erection while you worked to free it.
You felt Stan’s hands begin to rub your outer thighs and ass. “Lovin’ the view back here, sugar.” You just know he had that dumb smirk on his face. He then grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to his face. You gasped feeling his breath against your cunt.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he growled. You watched as he dick twitched in his boxers. His tongue delved into you, licking deep. You cried out as you felt him circle around your clit. He moaned and began to grab your hips harder and pull you flush against his face. You needed him so bad. You yanked down his boxers to reveal his pulsing cock before putting him in in your mouth. He groaned against you; his tongue moving at a faster pace.
You hollowed out your mouth, moving your head up and down. Your hands moved to massage his thighs causing him to buck into your mouth. His hands travelled up your back to your breasts. He pinched your nipples; a squeak escaped your mouth making Stan chuckle. His large, calloused hands felt wonderful against your smooth skin. You tried to focus on his dick and not on how good everything felt by licking and sucking him. He grunted and grasped at your breasts.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Get off me I wanna cum inside you.” You smiled and removed your mouth from him not before giving his pink tip a kiss. You scooted up, missing the feeling of his hot mouth on your cunt. You knew something even better was coming, though. You turned to face him. His face was glistening from your essence, caught all in his beard. His eyes were dark taking in your body. You caressed his face as you slid down onto him. You hissed from the perfect stretch he provided.
He let out loud moan while digging his fingers into your hips. You threw your head back and planted your knees on his strong chest. You liked doing this so you could bounce on him easier and faster. You moved your core up and down him, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Stan couldn’t help but watch you make yourself feel good using him. He thought you looked so pretty like this. The way your hair bounced and your breasts jiggled mesmerized him. He thought your face was the best part, however. Your lips were parted, eyes screwed shut, and eyebrows scrunched together. It was so sexy.
“Stan, stan…I’m so close,” you breathed.
“Me too, doll.” He gritted his teeth and started thrusting into you, holding you down on his cock. You yelled out, feeling that familiar feeling wash over you. Your breath was erratic as spasms rocked your body. Stan took this opportunity to ride out his own high. His hips were moving faster and faster, hitting your G-spot every time.
It didn’t take long for him to fill you up. His chest was heaving, and a bit of sweat had appeared along his hairline. He looked so handsome. You leaned down and kissed him on his flushed cheeks. He gazed at you lovingly, not saying a word.
“What are you thinking about, cowboy?” you teased.
“I’m thinking that maybe I should punch more guys for you.”
#stanley pines#grunkle stan#imagine#smut#gravity falls#pines family#ford pines x reader#ford pines#grunkle ford#stanford pines
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Wardrobe Malfunction Reaction
BTS/FemIdol!Reader
Warnings: Wardrobe malfunction, crying, being upset, being exposed accidentally. Some are angst and some are fluff. I think thats it.
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Kim Seokjin
You and your group were performing at an event in an open topped arena, along with many other groups.
It was extremely windy that day, and wind mixed with short skirts was never a good thing. You all spent the entire performance holding down your skirts and holding back laughter.
As you all ran off stage, you saw BTS waiting in the wings for their turn to perform. Jin was waiting with open arms, smiling widely.
‘Oh my God that was so embarrassing!’ You laughed as you ran into his arms. He laughed back, both of you able to find humour in the situation.
‘You handled it so well though. Nobody was able to catch anything.’
‘They better not have seen! Or our stylist will have a lot to answer for!’
‘Jagi don’t be dramatic. You have shorts on underneath!’ He jokingly flipped your skirt up to prove his point.
‘YAH! Have you lost your mind?’ You whacked his arm as he let out a hearty laugh. ‘You are sleeping on the sofa tonight mister.’
Min Yoongi
As you were performing you could feel the zip on your dress slowly slipping down your back. You didn’t think much of it at first, but as it slipped further, you quickly reached back and held it together the best you could at the awkward angle. You also weren’t able to wear a bra with this specific dress, so there was a lot on the line.
You could see the shocked faces of the crowd as you finished your performance. You kept your head down as you ran off stage, wanting to get to your dressing room as soon as possible, until you felt someone grab your arm.
‘Hey. Let me help.’ You spun round to see the concerned face of your boyfriend. He was stood with the other BTS members, who had all adverted their gaze respectfully. You nodded thankfully and he lead you to a secluded corner and proceeded to zip up your dress, with a surprising amount of difficulty. He made an annoyed face.
‘Why is your stylist giving you clothes that don’t fit?’ You turned round and buried your face into his chest.
‘I’m so embarrassed’ You cried into his shirt. He sighed sadly.
‘There’s no need to be-‘
‘Everybody saw!’ You cut him off sharply. Undeterred, he took your face in his hands and wiped away a tear with his thumb.
‘I promise you, nobody saw anything they shouldn’t have, and you handled yourself so professionally too.’ You nodded, though you were still unsure.
When you saw the broadcast, they had been considerate enough to edit in a way so that the wardrobe malfunction was barely even visible. If people in the studio saw, there had been no footage released of the incident and you hoped it stayed that way.
Jung Hoseok
It was the day after the awards show when the photos were released. You and Hoseok had arrived together, and just as he was helping you from the car, you had accidentally flashed your underwear, which you weren’t even aware you did until the following day.
Some a-hole photographers took advantage of you in that vulnerable moment, so they could get an easy pay check.
‘Hobi... How could I have been so careless?’ You whispered out, trying hard not to cry. Hoseok slammed the laptop closed before sitting next to you and taking your hand.
‘Don’t speak like that. It’s not your fault that some perverts saw and took an opportunity.’ You nodded sadly but didn’t speak.
‘Plus both yours and my fans have been mass reporting the images. Everybody is on your side jagi.’ He rubbed your arms soothingly. Hoseok was trying his best to comfort you, but he didn’t think it was working. He himself had put out a cryptic post on his own Instagram, basically calling out predatory photographers, against the company’s wishes no less. But he knew you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the situation until every last one of those images were officially scrubbed from the internet....
Kim Namjoon
Your group and BTS were sat besides each other at the awards show, with you and Namjoon bridging the gap in the middle.
Everyone was waiting for them to announce the winners of the current category. You didn’t even know what the current one was, they all kind of mesh together after a while.
Namjoon had his hand on your knee and was whispering things to you that should never be uttered in a public setting when suddenly, your groups name was called, causing you all to jump up in surprise. Only, when you jumped up, Namjoon’s hand came with you. His ring was stuck to your fishnet tights!
‘Joon what have you done!?’ You laughed as you tried your best to free yourself.
‘I didn’t mean to! And you guys are no help!’ Referring to the sniggering BTS members doing nothing to help their leader. You finally managed to get unsnagged and ran to your other members who were already on stage with the award.
‘Sorry I’m late!’ You spoke into the microphone. ‘Wardrobe malfunction!’
Park Jimin
One of the downsides of being a female idol, was dancing in heels. Usually it was only for televised or awards shows you wore heels to dance, but either way you had gotten used to them over the years.
Your group was currently performing on stage for a televised show. There were many idol groups in the audience, but you always managed to spot Jimin in the crowd, cheering you on loudly.
Everything was going smoothly, until you suddenly found yourself on the ground. There was a shoked gasp from the crowd, and your group members were looking on with wide eyes, but they had to carry on. It was then tat you felt searing pain in your ankle. Looking down, you saw your heel had somehow snapped in half and your ankle was now sitting at an odd angle. It was obvious you couldn’t continue to perform. You were trying your hardest to not scream out in pain, but that was easier said than done.
A few stage hands ran out on stage and whisked you away to the medical room.
You were sat on the medical bed, ankle wrapped up and feeling sorry for yourself, when Jimin burst into the room, running over and enveloping you into a hug.
‘Jagi! Oh my God are you ok? When I saw you fall I rushed back here!’ You chuckled softly at his rambling and tapped his arm lightly.
'Jimin I'm fine, it's just a sprain.’ He pulled back and studied your ankle carefully, before pushing you a little more rough than you are sure he intended.
‘No more wearing heels for you! You are on bed rest!’
‘Jimin!’ You exclaimed with a hearty laugh. ‘Stop being dramatic! I’m still performing, I’ll just be sat down.’
‘Nooo! I wont let you!’
‘You’re one to talk about performing whilst unwell.’ You retorted smirking, knowing he couldn’t argue. Jimin flopped down in the chair and crossed his arms with a pout. You had won this round.
Kim Taehyung
Both your group and BTS were attending an American awards show. Since you and Tae were dating, your groups had been close to each other the entire evening. At some point, you and Tae had wondered off a little ahead of the group arm in arm, when you suddenly heard frantic screaming and shouting coming from behind you.
Just as you spun round to see what was going on, you and Tae were knocked to the ground by a girl, excitedly exclaiming about how much she loved you.
As soon as she made contact she was pulled away, though not without taking a chunk of your dress with her. The damaged front of your dress slipped down, exposing the top of your breast before you quickly bought your hand up to cover yourself.
There was so much commotion around you didn’t know what was happening.
‘Jagi your dress!’ Taehyung hissed out, draping his jacket over your shoulders, which you pulled tight. He quickly helped you up, before both of you were lead to a back room by staff.
Taehyung was fuming when you were settled in the private room.
‘What the hell happened? What if she had a knife or something!?’ He yelled at the poor attendant who was profusely apologising.
‘Tae...’ You whispered meekly, catching his attention. He came and sat next to you, rubbing your back.
‘Did anyone see?’ You were afraid to ask, but he knew what you meant.
‘No jagi. You covered up in time..’ He was quick to reassure you.
‘But what if I didn’t though? Oh God.’ You covered your face as you began sobbing. All he could do was try his best to comfort and reassure you that nobody saw anything.
Either way, once he found out who screwed up, he would make sure they no longer had a job.
Jeon Jungkook
You were performing on an outdoor stage. Weather had been predicted to be sunny and clear, but in reality it was coming down so bad that there was talk of cancelling, though with only 1 song left there didn’t seem to be much point.
Unfortunately, what you were wearing had completely slipped your mind. If it were sunny and dry it would have been fine, but in the pouring rain...
You just so happened to glance to the wings where Jungkook was standing, only to see him wide eyed and gesturing up and down his body. It was only then that you looked down at yourself and all the blood drained from your face.
Your WHITE dress had become completely see through from the rain, and your light pink bra and pants were on display.
You froze in place, dread completely taking you over. Hesitantly, you glanced up to the crowd. Your worst fears came true when you saw hundreds of wide eyes and open mouth gaping up at you.
You burst out crying and ran off stage, performance be damned and tried your best to conceal yourself.
Jungkook captured you in a hug backstage, and some helpful stylists ran over and basically threw a couple blankets over your head, to cover your modesty.
‘It’s ok jagi.’ Jungkook comforted you as he quickly lead you away from prying eyes.
‘It’s not ok! Don’t tell me it’s ok when you weren’t the one on display for the whole world to see!’
Jungkook stood wide eyed as you screamed at him. You pushed him away roughly and stalked off alone, clutching the blankets close to your body. Jungkook wouldn’t take your tone personally. He knew you were upset and needed time.
He would do everything he could, pay as many lawyers as he needed to, to make sure that the footage of you never saw the light of day.
#bts#bts x reader#imagine#one shot#scenario#reaction#drabble#smut#fluff#angst#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#kim namjoon#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#request#idol!au
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- No chocolate, just fruit on White day
[Word count: 3.8k]
[Kaveh x male!reader]
[Content: nsfw, top Kaveh, bottom reader, food play specifically fruit, if your squeamish please do know that there is a lot of saliva in this fic, oral(reader receiving), kinda crack fic-ish, please don't take it too seriously]
White Day, the day when people give reciprocal gifts to their loved ones, showing their thankfulness and commitment.
“What took you so long?”
Oh, the sight that greeted Kaveh when he entered the bedroom, provocative would be an understatement. His cheeks were burning red even before he got to set his gaze on your face, yet when he did he was met with an expression that screamed nothing short of absolute pride.
“Work…” Kaveh’s mind was somewhere else at this point, completely lost within his own carnal instincts. God, why did you have to do this to him? I mean, how is one supposed to react when finding their dearest spouse barely dressed on the bed surrounded by all kinds of colorful fruits? Oh, and you looked damn good in his shirt, don’t think he missed how you left everything untied and loose, that single piece of cloth casually resting over your crotch was enough to single handedly drive him mad with desire. He just needed to rip them off of you.
You could just giggle to yourself, to be completely honest this was the outcome you expected, even aimed for. If there was anything better than listening to Kaveh’s passionate rambles it was seeing that passion in action.
“What is the meaning of this?” He stuttered, his brain must have been boiling inside his skull by how much heat radiated from his body. He took a careful step forward, yet immediately stopped himself on the second one. He knew it would be too late to stop once he reached the forbidden fruit.
“White day.” Your words were simple, perhaps painfully so. When have you planned this? Where did all the fruits come from? How long have you been waiting for him like this? Why him? Yet Kaveh's tongue was too busy licking his lips to be able to ask any of those questions.
“I see…” He mumbled. It seems he still needed a little push.
You picked up one of your many tools, a ripe bright yellow banana, and pushed your nail into the tip before beginning to peel it. Kaveh's eyes widened as he observed your actions, he knew exactly where this was going yet didn't want it to stop even for a moment. You threw the banana peel somewhere to the side, neither of you even batting an eye on where it landed, before placing the end to your lips, your tongue dipping out and licking the phallic fruit.
Another step closer…
You licking eventually turned into suckling, merged with subtle whimpers sprinkled in with the intention of driving the other man crazy. Finally, you pushed the fruit further past your lips, your eyes falling shut to focus on the sensation before letting out the lewdest moan you could manage with your mouth full. “Kaveh…” The banana slid out just as fast as it came in and, not to your surprise, when you opened your eyes back again you found Kaveh staring right back into you, now the distance between you two much, much shorter.
“[name],” His breath was hot, temperature matching the one of his soft skin. “All this for me?” His eyes searched yours for any trace of approval and you were ready to provide as much as he needed.
“All for you, only you.” You broke the little string of spit connecting your lips to the banana only to set your focus on a much more enticing meal. “You know I’m all yours.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before leaning in for a kiss and he did the same. Your tongue clashed against his, the sweetness of his lips rivaling all the fruit you have prepared for tonight. No wine was a match to how you made him feel, nothing could make him feel even close to how you did. Which is why his grip tightened…
His kiss was desperate, needy and hungry for more, like your lips would disappear if he let go, like you wouldn’t be there anymore once he were to open his eyes again. His passion felt all devouring, like a fire setting everything near it ablaze. Everything about him felt urgent, like neither of you will be there tomorrow.
Breathing seemed secondary, hence you were the one who physically had to pull him back. “Hey, breathe…” You shushed him, replacing the passionate make out with softer kisses on the cheek, a few extra ones along his jawline. “No need to rush, we have the whole night just for ourselves.”
“Right.” He was practically panting, his poor tortured lungs desperate for air, yet his lips still seemed like they were yearning for more. “You just do this thing to me… and once I start I feel like I can’t stop.” He whispered, needy hands reaching out to push you against the bed headboard, grabbing onto your shoulders to stable himself. “I just don’t want this thing we have going on to end.” He gulped. “I’m scared.”
“Kaveh…” You only found it in yourself to smile at him, his honesty was something to be admired. “I’m here with you, and I’ll wake up with you tomorrow, and the day after that, and after.” You could have gone on forever, yet decided to cut it off there. “Let yourself have this… and let me have the pleasure of knowing you, loving you, ‘kay?”
He could only nod. “Alright.” His lips found yours again, now much more secure in their movements. “You’re the most gorgeous man I know, inside and out.”
You chuckled yet again. “Shall we continue?”
The two of you quickly returned to your previous ministrations, letting your bodies collide onto the bed, Kaveh’s shirt gone within seconds while you still found your comfort in his loose one. His hand met yours, the one that was still holding the banana and brought the fruit up to his lips. His tongue escaped past his lips and licked the lengthy fruit end to end, thriving as he tasted the leftover saliva you left on the phallic object. He started mimicking your actions, taking the saliva covered banana and sucking the tip off before pushing further and further in until about half was already in.
“Tch, greedy.” You scoffed, grabbing his shoulders and holding him in place. You got him right where you wanted, mouth full with nowhere to turn to. When Kaveh opened his eyes again he found himself in disbelief with what he saw, your face inching closer to his as you sucked the other end of the banana. If his dick was only half hard before by now it was surely a rock hard erection. Eventually, your nose brushed against his as you both vigorously sucked onto the fruit like it was your lifeline, rhythmically pushing in and out, making it so that your lips touched each time you tried to take it deeper. The only question was who was going to break the connection off first.
Your movements turned sloppy, drool running down both your chins, which is probably why the banana slowly split in half, now moist and falling apart, making neither of you the loser in this game.
Kaveh quickly gobbled up his half of the banana, though his taste buds seemed to be craving something else. “More…” He grabbed your hips, pushing you down and stabling himself above you. “Give me more.” He was getting more confident and open about his needs, just how you liked it.
Unfortunately, as you got pushed down your hand fell upon a rather juicy orange, squeezing it until it squirted out its sweet juice. “Oh.” You turned around to check the sudden source of wetness covering the palm of your hand, finding the full plump fruit in all its crushed glory with the juices staining your hand. “Look at the mess you made.” You were quick to throw all the blame on him, bringing your hand up to his face and showing him the consequences of his actions. “What are you waiting for?” Your voice cut through the tension. “Clean up.”
He couldn’t hold in the gasp that freely spilled from his lips, the heat of the moment was becoming dizzying. He wanted to say something, something flirty and equally suggestive, but before he could do so his tongue had already escaped its confinement. The juice had already started drizzling down your arm, but before the first droplet could slither away he caught it in his mouth. Fruit was already one of his favorites, but God, he never knew it could taste even better when consumed off of your smooth skin. He licked up your arm, tongue worshiping your being as he reached the source, your palm, now all sticky from orange juice.
More, more, more…
His mind kept screaming.
Both his arms were holding his meal in place, one gripping your arm while the other gently caressed the palm of your hand, ticklish motions causing your fingers to curl only slightly. He would be a fool not to notice how your fingers begged for his attention. So he readjusted his position.
Opening his mouth, now wider, he sucked on each of your fingers individually, giving each plenty of his care and attention as he groomed the sticky spots, sweet citrus more enticing than ever. It started with one finger, but soon he was taking three at a time, almost letting you touch the back of his throat before pulling back out… and then back in again… and out. Yet the citrus’ juice eventually faded.
He didn’t even need to say anything, his begging eyes were already talking by themselves. “Not enough?” You raised an eyebrow. Your teasing really did get onto his nerves sometimes. Yet you chose not to deny him this time. “Fine, fine. But…”
You got his attention.
“You can only have what I give you.”
It was a deal.
The sweet fruit still had something left in it so you capitalized off of it. Through the gap in your, or rather Kaveh’s, shirt you squeezed the remaining juice and watched as the droplets slithered down your chest, leaving cold trails in their wake. Matching your eagerness, Kaveh leached onto your chest in the matter of seconds, lapping his tongue over the moist surface and taking in all the fruity sweetness he could. So it was no surprise when his enthusiastic lick turned into rough sucks once he found the stray pearly bead that reached your nipple. If orange tasted good off of your fingers it tasted even better off of your nipples.
Moans were the only thing that left your swollen lips at this point, your pretty melodies serving as music to Kaveh’s ears. The little bud hardened under his tongue while the other was basically fighting for its life, being tortured by his thumb, as he spoiled them with his attention. You, of course, rewarded him with more fresh citrus, but instead of squeezing this time you chose a different method of extracting the juice. “Yeah, keep doing that.” Your eyes fell shut, groaning for him to continue as you grabbed the orange. Before Kaveh realized it he sucked all the juices from your chest dry, leaving him looking up to you for more like a lost puppy.
“Look at me.” Your call immediately stole his attention. Now, with his eyes all over you, you positioned the orange right above the area between your legs that was still modestly covered with that loose piece of Kaveh’s shirt. You tucked the fabric away, throwing away any semblance of modesty you might have kept up before, and rather aggressively stabbed your two fingers right into the orange’s center, observing as the extract squirted out onto your raging erection.
“You want more, right?” You laughed. “Come and get it.”
And Kaveh did as he was told, practically drooling just at the sight of your precum mixing with the sweet juice, the erotic sight of you fingering the orange not helping at all with his wild imagination. He leaned down before even a second passed, your cock stuffing his mouth full as he took it in with no resistance.
“It tastes so good…” Kaveh's moans were almost enough to make you cum on the spot. Oh, and his eyes, they almost appeared like they were glowing from this angle. You gave into his demands without any of your usual teasing, milking the orange for its last bits of juice onto his face and your cock by extension.
“Fuck,” Your actions only made him sped up the pace, licks against your sensitivity tip accelerating. “You like that, huh?” You threw your head back, muscles flexing and toes curling in anticipation, knowing that there is no going back now.
“I’m gonna cum…” You whined, thrusting your hips in motion with his mouth, focusing all your strength on the stomach area. You felt numbness envelop your body down from the legs to your abdomen, pure want and desire washing away any sense of exhaustion that might have previously stopped you. Your muscles flexed, body spasming as your hips arched into his warm wetness. You couldn't hold your mouth shut anymore. The whine that came out of you was pornographic, loud and proud without any shame or fear of judgment, as you released everything into his awaiting mouth.
Your thighs locked onto Kaveh’s head, back falling down onto the bed, holding him in place and making him take your fresh cum like a good boy he wanted to be. He gave your shaft a few final licks, taking in every drop of cum that somehow managed to escape his lips before rising up above you to show you his good work.
“You still have it in you for more.” It wasn’t a question anymore, it was straight up a demand this time. Kaveh was and always will be attractive to you, but oh God, you didn’t know he could be so much hotter when he started getting more outspoken about his needs, you could even say a bit spoiled.
Your response boiled down to an exhausted nod, body heating up again under him, watching your own cum staining his perfectly shaped lips.
He leaned down until your lips met again. You opened your mouth only slightly, yet that was enough for him to force his tongue in. What met you was not just his taste, but the mixture of his saliva and your essence forming a substance you could only describe as devine. Still, there were more potential ingredients to your little mix.
Your hands reached out, tongue still busy with his, and grabbed a nice pair of cherries. Somehow, you were able to push Kaveh away for a moment, just enough of a distance to be able to look at him. The poor guy looked so confused, like he had made a great mistake he wasn’t aware of, yet as soon as you dangled the fruit in front of him he already had an idea of what you were going for. He was really getting into the whole thing now, each fruit seeming like another possibility for something he never even considered before. His eyes had that passionate glow you fell in love all those years back. You could say many things about your relationship with Kaveh, but calling it boring would certainly be a big lie.
Your tongue lolled out, the bright red cherry placed right between your lips. Kaveh got the message without even having to think about it and attacked your needy lips in the matter of seconds. He sucked on the cherry from your lips, taking his time in how he handled you. You wanted to comment on your current predicament, perhaps both of you did, but with your tongues tangled together and busy even God himself wouldn’t be able to help you get the words out.
Finally, he let you win in this erotic little dance of yours, letting the charry go in your mouth, though now its taste was overshadowed by your own juices mixed with Kaveh’s saliva, a combination you could only describe as heavenly. That said, your attention was stolen yet again by Kaveh’s actions, his possessive hold on your hips tightening as he dragged your body down along the bedsheets. “Get on all fours for me, would you?” He whispered and you obeyed.
You turned around onto your stomach and got onto your hands and knees, throwing subtle, yet inviting, looks his way before spitting out the cherry pit. His hands started groping your hips again, bringing your ass closer to him. He started with only one finger, yet found the process of inserting it a bit too comfortable, so he continued with the second one. Again, no struggle. Only when he added the third finger could he feel the slightest bit of resistance. “You stretched yourself out beforehand, didn't you?” You could feel the excitement radiating off of him.
“Maybe.” You wiggled your ass at him, that and the vague answer only there to rile him up even more.
He chuckled, somehow he knew you were going to say that. “All this for me?” He chuckled, one hand tangling itself in your hair, making you look at him, while the other searched for something. “Is there anyone else in the room with us?” Your teasing proved to be quite arousing to Kaveh. “Shut up…” He turned his gaze away.
He found what he was looking for. A perfectly shaped, slightly bigger than average, strawberry. You tried to get a better look over your shoulder at what he was doing, but didn’t catch anything, instead you felt an unidentified object penetrate your tight ass. “Huh?” Was he not going to stick it in already, that man must have had the patience of a God. Unfortunately, he was getting quite a good grasp on this whole fruit thing.
“I can play that game too.” He descended, his head now finding comfort nuzzling between your ass cheeks. He used his tongue to further tease your rim, licking and sucking on the part of the strawberry sticking out of it like it was a butt plug. His breath felt so warm against your sensitive areas, you were getting hard again just by having his face so intimately close to your hole.
He bit into the crimson strawberry, pulling it out with his mouth and gobbling the whole thing down in a single bite before getting back into action as sticking his tongue up your sensitive rim again. “Fuck…” You cried out, arching your back into the mattress as he licked your insides clean, the strawberry juice trickling down from your hole. “Please, Kaveh… just fuck me already.” Your teasing turned into begging, but luckily he wasn’t a picky man.
With a light tap on your ass Kaveh pulled out momentarily. “Are you begging now?” He giggled, it really felt good having someone wrapped around his fingers like this. “But how could I ever deny a pretty boy like you?” He placed the softest kiss on the nape of your neck, a small gesture to ease you for what was about to come.
He got into a comfortable position, leaning above you, before setting his erection free from its confinements and giving it an experimental stroke. After spreading the precum all around the head he adjusted his stance and pressed the tip to your tight pucker hole. “Ready?”
You could just return him an excited nod, grinding your cheeks against his dick in hopes that it’ll make him put it in sooner. Expectantly, your plan worked.
His thick shaft pierced your asshole, slowly entering your most intimate spot before bottoming out completely. The moan that spilled out of Kaveh’s mouth felt guttural, like that of a starved man finally being fed some good food, the twitching of his cock causing enough friction to stimulate your prostate just a tiny bit. “You’re so tight.” He breathed out, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting in again. It took him no more than two thrusts to find your sweet spot and when he did he knew how to abuse that knowledge.
His pace quickened, desperation merging with the air around you until the whole room felt hot. You tried to match his pace with your constant grinding, but found it hard to keep up while getting stabbed in the prostate with each thrust. Eventually, you gave up all your control, your head buried in the soft pillows, your drool making a mess everywhere.
“Look up.” His words were followed up by quick and shallow exhales, grabbing your hair and tugging your head back. “Bite down.” He shoved an apple into your face and with no other choice you bit down, probably harder than he meant you to. “Good boy.”
His moans were louder than ever, his voice rising in pitch the closer he got to climaxing. “[name],” He groaned. “I can’t help it… when you tighten around me. I think I’m going to…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his poor lungs were already in desperate need of air and talking wasn’t helping. You, on the other hand, could just whimper and whine around the apple like a bitch in heat, fingers arching as your hand searched for your own neglected cock. With just a few pumps you felt your legs going numb, eyes falling shut as your body almost tried to reject the sudden onslaught of pleasure, but Kaveh’s hold was too firm to let you get away. With just a single extra thrust your cock released its load, balls tightening as the explosive wave of your own orgasm took over.
Kaveh was no different. “Yes, yes- hah… tighten.” He couldn’t hold it in anymore, the clenching of your hole was basically milking his balls for everything they had. It took him just a few more thrust before he spilled himself inside and what an orgasm it was. Almost instantly his body gave out, falling right on top of yours and knocking the breath out of your lungs.
“No more…” You released the apple from your bite, gasping for air as soon as you got the chance. Only now could you feel how sweaty your body has gotten, the thin glossy layer almost enveloping you whole. Both of you were left panting, how could you not after such an explosive climax?
“You’re too good for me?” Among the sea of desperate pants Kaveh managed to let a few words out.
“How is that the conclusion you reached after this?” You chuckled, giving into his embrace.
“You make me feel better than I thought possible.” He nuzzled your nape, the same spot he kissed just a moment earlier. His body was slowly cooling down, yet he still wasn’t ready to pull out. You could shower in the morning anyways, he thought.
“You do the same to me.” You buried your head back into the mattress. “Guess we’re equal.”
“Yeah.” His speech turned into quiet mumbling, just enough for only you to hear. “Thank you.”
“Thank you too.” You whispered.
“For what?”
“For being here with me”
-
You had to eat fruit salads for the rest of the week.
[Writer’s note: honestly I was just kind of fucking around this time. had this idea since far back and found it funny so now it's a full fic. don't take it too seriously, I'm just experimenting with different kinks here. finished it last minute like last time, sigh... now please feel free to leave some request for april fools because I genuinely want to write some crack, but nothing is coming to mind.]
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My Atlantis [don’t go]
inspired by the songs “atlantis” by Seafret and “can I call you tonight?” by Dayglow.
because the combination chan + second chance + angsty prompts AND my recent ability to fall asleep only past 3am triggered something I didn't know I had in me, lol
(I swear I am ok LMAOO)
word count: 3.9k
angst, second chance, good ending.
No matter how many times he had asked himself the past month, he never could come up with a reason for it.
“Chan, you ok?” Seungmin inquired, popping his head through the door. The eldest snapped out of his zoned-out state and smiled, starting to tease the younger in a sing-song voice.
“Aw, Seungminnie, you’re so cute!”
Since the comeback, the members had all been busy, and it was known by the other seven that despite the lack of sleep and rest, the many concerts and shows. If there was one of them that would never say anything about how fucked up he felt, it was Chan.
Chan wouldn’t complain about anything. He’d rather stay hidden, quiet, hoping to merge with the furniture in his room so he wouldn’t feel so tired anymore.
It wasn’t new for the others, and Chris always felt a speck of guilt trail up his spine when any of them came by his room, only to find him sunken in his computer, his headphones blasting music so loudly that there was no hope of calling for the Australian unless you poked him —or in Minho’s case, throwing anything remotely close to the target, like his slipper, usually passed the level— Chan would go into off mode.
What they didn’t know, however, is why. Because usually, he was just tired, but nowadays, there is another reason.
He often trailed off conversations, zoning out. He had always been like that, often related to his insomnia.
Only one member knew the existence of the other new reason.
You.
“Hey, I made brownies!” Felix shined, entering his fellow bandmate’s room.
Lix watched Chan munch on his baked goods for what felt like a lifetime.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, the corners of his mouth full of crumbs, like his bed.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Chan tsked, smiling weakly. He had fallen for it. “Never fucking mind. Can I get a hug?”
Felix held back his tears, approaching the elder in a tight embrace. Chan’s strong facade crumbled.
“You should go see her, Chan. I don’t care what you have to say about it, but whatever happened is breaking you apart. It’s been so long, anyways.”
Chan laughed, even though he sighed slightly heavier than usual, with a teary grin on his features.
“I still fucked up, mate, whether it’s one week or one year. I fucked up bad.” He stopped and swallowed dry, quickly brushing away the tears that threatened to fall. “I can’t just show up at her place.”
The younger brushed away a stray tear that ran down his cheek. “You either go there or let it eat you from the inside,” Felix spoke carefully. “And I won’t give you the second choice. If you don’t go with her, I’ll make the call. That is your choice.”
Even if he found himself walking to your apartment, unconsciously, he still couldn’t give an answer to the question that kept bugging his mind.
He listened to the sound the birds made despite it being so late. He moved slowly, almost wandering, until the door to your home surprised him. He felt a shiver run up and down his spine. You weren’t exactly on speaking terms.
God, he was so scared. What was he doing?
He cursed under his breath, cussing himself out, his stupidness, his acts. He started crying without realising.
What else, if not him being an idiot, would explain why he had lost you?
“Chris?”
No one except you said his name in a way that felt so different, so special.
“…Is everything ok?”
He turned around to face you. He felt the tears run down his cheeks, ending on his lips, tasting the salty drops.
“Darling…” He mentioned, his tone anxious, his breathing erratic.
He woke up in a cold sweat. Again, the dream kept repeating, with that detail that always hurt him like the first time. He couldn’t approach you, or he’d wake up, yet he still tried, walking towards you just to open his eyes to face his room’s ceiling.
That was why he couldn’t sleep.
He felt like he deserved it, so he didn’t say anything and decided to put up a fake smile, hoping that one day he’d wake up, either having hugged you or not having that same dream again.
He fell again for you, more profound than he thought possible, and he knew it because just the thought of you pulling him into an embrace felt even better than all the kisses you two had shared. And then it hit him, the answer to his question, one he suddenly despised more than anything.
Why did he let you go?
At first, it was an easy answer. He couldn’t save you from himself, from what surrounded him. He could never take back the things he had said that dreadful night a month ago, when he had lied to you just because he was afraid, afraid of love, terrified of the feelings he had developed for you, and so, so scared that you would get hurt because of him. It wasn’t fair for you, even if he meant entirely the opposite and had just realised how deeply he had fallen for you.
Because in a twist of events, his mind, his days, his songs, everything screamed your name, like a chant you wouldn’t- you couldn’t forget.
“I’m so fucking stupid,” he cried, clinging to his pillow.
Changbin stared wide-eyed at Felix, both able to hear what was happening behind the door between them.
“You call her, or do I?” Bin sighed.
Felix’s eyes almost snapped out of place.
“Since when do you-?”
“C’mon, everyone here knows. He’s so fucking obvious, sighing all day long. It’s going to make him age faster.” Changbin somewhat mocked in a solemn tone. “So?” He shook his phone sideways.
“S’fine. I’m on it.”
Changbin then entered the room, startling Chan, who, after seeing the troublesome look in his friend’s eyes, quickly approached him, leaning on the crook of his neck. The rapper patted his back.
“Why does it ache so much?” Chan questioned weakly, feeling stupid. “I know the fucking dream by heart. How often do I have to see it again until it doesn’t hurt?”
“Because you care, Chan. It’ll hurt.”
“For how long?” He sounded in so much pain.
At this, Changbin sighed sadly.
“As long as you love her.”
[☆ ☆ ✧ ☆ ☆]
When Chris went to open the door days later, he expected anyone behind it. Maybe it was Felix with more brownies, perhaps Changbin wanted to force him out of bed to go to the gym, or Jeongin needed his computer password again.
What he didn’t expect, however, was your figure on the other side, looking even prettier than any of the dreams he had about you.
You took a deep breath, but before you could say anything, he slammed the door, closing it. You could hear him leaning on it, sliding to the floor.
“Fuck, angel,” you cursed.
Angel. The nickname felt like a punch in the face, but he couldn’t help but want another one.
Instead of leaving, you leaned on the door, technically back to back if it weren’t for the wooden structure.
“Felix called me,” you started carefully, head directed towards the door. “Wanna talk about why? He didn’t say.”
Chan remained silent, feeling troubled because, on one side, seeing you could be his downfall, still fuck did he want to let go so much.
But he couldn’t. He had said it himself, year after year, hearing it too many times so that he had it tattoed on his mind. Why were you still behind that door?
Your sad laugh broke him into even more pieces.
“I fell in love, Chan,” you started, staring at the ceiling. “I fell in love with a man so selfless who would die for his loved ones, a man so integrally beautiful that he had no reason to hide his scars because even his battles were gorgeous.” You quickly rubbed your eyes, feeling them itchy as you held back tears. “And I didn’t do it knowing that it would be hard. I just...”
The corridor remained silent as much as the door stayed locked, the man behind it feeling like a small child who needed a big hug.
You gasped for air, your chest tightening, for your need to crumble, cry, and fall.
“Even if I didn’t know back then the crazy fans I’d have to face, or any of Dispatch’s cameramen, I…” Your tearful smile fainted a bit, your features as serious as you were about your feelings.
“I promised myself that if I was right, and you loved me as much as I know I love you, I’d fight for you.”
You unknowingly cried with him, knowing that no one, not even him, could save you from falling as intensely as possible and even more.
He had tried to protect you, save you, keeping you at a safe distance because he didn’t want to hurt you, but God, did it hurt being away from you. He was missing you, even when you were right by his side.
“I believe I did my fucking best, angel. I know you have feelings that make you think you’re the one to blame for what happened, and that makes you just want to give up, and I get it, Chan. That’s not your fault. But when I got hurt because of the accident, it wasn’t your fault either,” you sniffed, looking at the bandage that still covered your forearm, the ankle support you were wearing also crossed your mind.
“Why… why don’t you let me love you?”
You waited patiently, turning so silently that you could swear you heard his unsteady breathing.
“…you said it.”
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice toned down as if he was hiding his face in between his legs.
“I said it wasn’t easy, angel, but that doesn’t mean that I am not willing to try. Don’t think for a second that means I’m giving up on you.”
You sighed, looking at the cloudy day through the window before you.
“Even knowing what I know now, I’d do it again, my angel.”
The silence threatened to break your heart, but you chose to keep fighting against it. You weren’t going to give up. Not yet.
You could still fight for him. Yeah. You could.
“I’m going to leave my sweater here.” You mentioned in a low tone of voice, your features showed calm before the storm. “After I leave, I’ll call and ask for it, and you’ll say that you can stop by my place tomorrow.”
He looked behind him as if he could see through the door. A small and sad smile was planted on his features as he couldn’t help but think your ideas were still as cute as he remembered them. You rose from the door with a grunt, your eyes red and teary, glued to the floor.
“You were always worth every fucking ounce of my effort, Chris, don’t you ever forget that.”
In a sudden motion, you turned to face the door, startling him when you aggressively grabbed the doorknob, making it tremble, even though you never opened it.
“If… if you choose to just keep the sweater and call it a day,” you gasped, tears running down your cheeks silently. “I need you to know that I never believed what you said that night and… that I love you, angel.”
[☆ ☆ ✧ ☆ ☆]
That night. The night.
The night where he had fucked up so badly.
His mind was a fucking mess, thoughts of you reeling in every minute. Your voice through the door, through the phone when you called asking for your oversized sweater —the same one he was wearing at the moment—.
The memory replayed itself, like how those we want to forget but keep haunting you, coming back.
A month ago, he had gotten a call from the hospital and had 100% freaked out. You mentioned you were fine, that it had just been an accident, but the man decided to rush to you regardless.
“Chris?” You noticed him tense up when you saw him enter your hospital room, his expression clouded with worry.
“Darling, what...? W-what happened?” His lips trembled, eyes wandering to the cast on your left leg and the bandage that trailed your right forearm.
“You should’ve seen the others,” you teased but sighed. “I need you to sit and calm down for a second, love,” you started.
The nickname made him hold back shivers because deep down he knew that if you didn’t call him ‘angel’ it was because something was wrong. He sat on the closest chair he could pick, moving it as if it weighed nothing, and turned to face you as fast as he could.
“I was surrounded by some sasaengs and cameramen. I’ve been for the past week. I never mentioned it to you because there’s no damn way you can do anything about it, and I don’t want to get between you and your job. It’s not my world, and besides, I can tolerate pictures or getting recognized, but, this time...” You took his hand into yours, his glare dull and worried, but you weren’t planning to lie to him after this, so you continued. “The cameramen surrounded me, and that attracted a group of girls. One of them threw coffee at me. Others felt brave enough to start screaming at me, explaining why my relationship was fake and that Chan, well, you, didn’t really love me.” You let out a snicker, but the smile didn’t reach your eyes.
Chris’ mind was working at full speed, immediately blaming himself for not knowing, for not noticing, for not doing anything else rather than what the company told him to do when netizens found out about your existence.
Deny, deny and deny. He lied his way through, but as the events were showing, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
He wasn’t enough.
You stroked his face lightly, waking him up.
“I’m okay, angel. I just happened to trip and fall in the wrong place and at the wrong time, and they didn’t care too much about me.” You smiled, sparing him the tale about how the girls started hitting you and throwing stuff at you, the cameramen stepping on you, either accidentally or on purpose. Chan’s eyes got teary when your smile didn’t reach your eyes.
You were in pain, in a hospital, just because of him? That felt… wrong. He loved you, so, so much. He needed to protect you, not just ignore the problem until it solved itself, even if he never knew what was happening in the first place. Guilt started spreading inside him, his chest tightening and his breathing speeding up in anxiety.
And that’s when he started thinking about the alleged master key that would end up being his fatal flaw.
That same night the doctors allowed you to go back home and told you to be careful and to take care of yourself. Chan had helped you, letting you use him for extra support on your way up to your apartment.
You melted on the sofa once you arrived, but you felt it in the tension that kept buzzing around you and your restless lover. You hesitated for a moment, but you could notice something was bugging him.
“Chan?”
He stopped in his tracks, but weirdly, he never turned to face you.
“…Is everything ok?”
You saw his posture tensing, turning to something bewilderingly defensive.
“No. Nothing is.” He breathed slowly, his insides trembling, his heart screaming in his head, telling him to stop talking.
You pouted, confused. “What are you-?”
“Can’t you see it?” His tone was aggressive.
Shut up.
“This isn’t going to work.” His posture was uneasy, he still didn’t- couldn’t look at you.
Shut up.
“Whatever we had isn’t worth this shit.”
God, Christopher, shut the fuck up.
Your lips trembled. ‘Whatever we had’? Shit. You felt sore, and you still smelled the coffee that girl had thrown at you. No. It wasn’t possible.
“I don’t believe you.”
Chan’s chest ached.
“Well, this is what’s happening. Believe it or not.” He turned restless again, still not daring to look at you, picking up the few things he had left in your apartment the past months. His hands trembled, his facade struggling to remain believable.
“Chan, wait.”
He quivered.
“Let’s talk about this. What’s wrong?”
“Everything is!”
“There’s no reason for us to end.”
He scoffed, his throat almost hurting.
“You’re clearly blind.”
“Did I do something wrong? We were fine yesterday. We’re ok, we-”
His hand gripped the doorknob as if it was going to wake him up from this nightmare. But this was real life, and he had to do it. For you.
Because that made sense.
What a fucking idiot.
“We’re far from ok.”
“Chan, please-“
“Nothing you can say will make me stay.” He said almost in a whisper, afraid that his voice would crack if he spoke too loudly.
Despite the advice you had received from the doctors, you lightly skipped your way to him, placing a hand on his forearm, your lips close to his ears. His breath hitched, and even if it was because that small contact was breaking him to pieces, you weren’t going to know anytime soon.
He had to leave now. Before the regret turned stronger.
“Chan.” You swallowed hard, your heart shattering to pieces. “If I can’t make you stay… just know I won’t leave. You know where I’ll be.” You stared at your hand as you slowly let go of him. You wanted to hug him, beg him to stay so bad. You wished to wake up from this nightmare soon.
Instead, you did what you thought was right.
“You have the choice, angel. Just… don’t be too late.”
God, he regretted every single part of it.
[☆ ☆ ✧ ☆ ☆]
“Chan, what the fuck.”
Felix felt that sort of anger you could only achieve when being an empath. The ability to feel and comprehend his mate’s feelings allowed him to feel twice the anger when he wouldn’t just choose what was right from what was slightly easier.
“Hey, we said no judgement.” He sniffed, half of his face buried below the neck of your sweater.
It smelled like you.
Felix wanted to hit him. In the face. With a brick. Instead, he contented himself with one of Chris’ pillows.
“You.” hit “are.” hit “so.” hit “stupid!”
“Well, that shit ain’t new.” He mumbled, snatching the pillow away and laying on it.
“You are unbearable.” Lix hissed, much like a kitten would. “Go back to her once and for all, for fuck’s sake. I’m sure she’s been waiting for you all day.”
“I can’t.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“I’m not ready to fight it.”
“I don’t think you have a chance, at this point.”
“It’s whatever, Lix.”
“SHE- Ugh.” The rage the blonde was feeling felt surreal, his hands aggressively pulling his hair. “She came here to give you an ultimatum, Chan! You absolute buffoon, she’ll think you don’t love her!”
“That’s not-!”
“Then why are you not leaving?!”
“Maybe that’s what’s best for her?!”
“Oh, so now it’s about her?!”
“IT’S ALWAYS BEEN!”
“SO LET HER CHOOSE!”
Silence filled up the room.
“Let her choose if she wants you or not.”
“And let her end up injured again?”
Felix took a deep breath, trying to calm down —and failing—.
“We both know that those kinds of accidents are not that likely to happen.”
“But it did-“
“Shut up.” Felix’s stare could kill any living being within a 3-meter radius. “The 3-year dating ban is over. You can talk to the fans and to JYP about this shit.”
“Still-“
“Nuh-uh. You can make it work, this ain’t some Romeo and Juliet impossible love bullshit or whatever the fuck you’re thinking.” Felix got closer to Chan, his stance still confrontational.
“Never, ever use the ‘I’m doing it for her’ excuse again. Life isn’t some fucked up song where you let go people because you love them, Chris.”
Before he stormed out of the elder’s room, he threw clean clothes at him.
“Get your shit together, go get her, and I’ll think about making more brownies for you, you absolute fucking dummy.”
[☆ ☆ ✧ ☆ ☆]
The door in front of him looked exactly the same as how he had left it. The bell sounded the same.
But you, you looked different.
Maybe it was because he felt so touch-starved that you kept glowing around him. You looked ethereal, so much that he was scared to touch you, scared that he’d wake up in his bed again.
“Does this mean you’re keeping it?”
He stared down. He was still wearing your sweater.
You smiled slightly. “It looks better on you anyways.”
He entered your apartment, and you stood behind him.
“Is there anything you’d like to say before?”
He turned around at you, your heart racing.
“Before what?”
“Before I choose to do something else instead of talking things first,” you mentioned, your gaze moving from his eyes and his lips.
He gulped, seeing you getting closer and closer.
“I…”
You took his arms and settled them on your waist, locking yours behind his neck.
“If we’re going to argue, we’re going to do it like this,” you said in a whisper. The light smell of his cologne surrounded you faster than you expected, and you loved it.
His eyes grew big in surprise. Quickly, his hands tightened his grip on your waist, moving them to your face in a sudden action.
“You’re… here.”
The weak tone he used made your insides churn.
“Chan…”
“Mmhm?”
Your hands travelled to his chest, slightly creating distance.
“Please stop before I kiss you,” you whispered. “If I do, I don’t think I could-“
He gave you a small peck, interrupting you. He giggled softly as your expression turned into a surprised one.
He hid his face in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you.
“You look so pretty right now.”
You gasped, hearing his laugh.
“Don’t change the subject, mister!”
You both stood there, hugging each other, feeling like the nightmare was finally over. But Chan still had something to do.
“You don’t deserve what I put you through.”
Your hands caressed his back.
“That’s the excuse?”
“In my defence…”
“I’m listening.”
Chan dived even deeper in the crook of your neck, feeling content just by being in your arms.
“I forgot the excuse. I’m just sorry. I can’t even say it without feeling like a dick. I know it doesn’t make up for what I said or did. I couldn’t even look at you that day because I just wanted to stay with you, but I felt so bad. I love you so much I can’t stand it. I thought that maybe if I left… maybe I could save you.” His embrace tightened.
God, he missed you so much.
“I wasn't sure how much longer I could have taken this..." he said in a huff.
“I know I couldn’t, and your stupid ass wouldn’t do anything about it.”
He took your face in between his hands, his eyes red.
“I told you there was no reason for us to end, dipshit.” You whispered, laughing as you kept on crying, your hands travelling up to his. “We’ll make it work.”
He stroked your hair with one hand, sighing.
“I’m so happy you’re here.”
You couldn’t help but let out a smile, giving him another peck.
“…of course I’m here, idiot. I never left.”
~Kats, who you’ll most likely never see reading angst bc she’s a weak loser, yet here she is, stopping mid-writing cause she couldn’t see past her tears 🕳️👩🦯
ps: i wanted to mention @writer-in-the-dark-prompts bc i used some prompts from them and i think it’s a really cool blog!
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Day 11 | Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader (18+)
Film/Photography | Cock Warming
Content Warnings: Cock Warming, AFAB Reader, Feminine Dialogue Used, Non Consensual Filming
Word Count: 1,477
Summary:
“What other recordings?” You asked, whipping your head around to look at him. “When the hell were you recording me?” You didn’t know if you actually wanted the answer to that question but based on the look on his face you knew you weren’t going to like it.
Come over. Now.
Your eyes scanned over the text message he sent you again as you stood outside his bedroom door. Your hand reached up and knocked on his door, fully expecting him to not respond. To your surprise, however, you heard him mumble his usual “it’s open” from the other side. You cracked it open slowly, unsure of what you were expecting to see. His obnoxious LED lights were the only illumination in the room, though surprisingly bright.
His figure currently awkwardly positioned in his desk chair. He looked very invested in whatever rpg had his attention. You closed the door behind you, slowly approaching him as you watched him play. “Is this one of those things where you just want me to lounge in your room while you play video games?” You asked, half joking. “Your message just kind of sounded ominous.”
“Good.” He responded, not taking his attention off of his game. Still not answering your question.
“Good talk.” You said, moving over to his bed. You bend over, making to move the various random shit he had strewn over his bed. “You know you could’ve at least cleaned up before I came over.”
His eyes followed you, not that you noticed, falling to watch you as you bent over to move stuff from his bed. Your skirt rode up, showing your underwear; his favorite pair. It wasn’t his intention to have you do this in front of him, but he wasn’t complaining. His cock twitched, getting impatient. Looking through all the photos and videos he had of you would never compare to the real thing. He hadn’t expected you over so early though, despite what his text said. He still had some things he needed to do in his game.
“Don’t throw my shit.” He said, watching as you irritatedly tossed some manga volume off to the side. “Just leave it alone.”
“If you didn’t have so much of it, or if you put it up, I wouldn’t need to throw it.” You said, looking back at him from over your shoulder. You noted that his eyes were not on your face. “Are you staring at my ass right now?”
“You’re the one bent over, shoving it in my face.” He replied, putting his feet down on the floor before pushing the chair away from his desk. “Seriously, stop touching my shit and come here.”
You hesitated before you stood up and moved closer to him. His eyes peaked through his hair as he looked up at you, a fuzzy warm feeling building between your legs. Without a word, you moved to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pressed a messy kiss to his lips, feeling him leaning into it.
You pulled away, feeling his lips attempt to follow after you for just a moment. “You wanted me to sit here instead, didn’t you?” You teased, pressing your hips down against him to feel his erection. “You should’ve just said so.”
“Not exactly the way I wanted.” He said, bucking his hips up against yours. “You're a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“Someone’s cheeky tonight.” You said, hovering your lips an inch from his. “Why can’t you just ask me.”
“I shouldn’t have to.” He replied, bucking his hips up again. The chair creaked under the hand he had on the armrest. “And you really shouldn’t make me spell it out for you.”
A dark feeling sunk to the pit of your stomach and you slowly pulled away from him. Teasing Tomura was one thing, but you had to know when not to go too far. Having him pissed off was not something anybody wanted, and especially not you when you were this close to him. You slide yourself off of his lap, making quick work to drop your skirt and underwear from around your waist.
“Leave the skirt on, just drop the panties.” He instructed, moving to free his cock from his sweatpants.
You complied, just dropping your underwear to the ground before you moved back closer to him. You had turned around so your back was facing him before you swung your leg over his, hovering over his lap. He spat some saliva onto his hand and lazily stroked his cock, coating it. You reached between your legs, taking his cock from him. You rubbed it against your folds, brushing your clit, before you lined it up with your entrance.
You slowly sunk down on his cock, wincing at the stinging pain of him stretching you open. You reached the bottom and rested your hands on your legs as you sat there adjusting for a moment. His arms wrapped around you as he moved his chair towards his desk, resting his chin on your shoulder. Confusion crossed your face as he watched him go back to playing his game. You wiggled your hips, your walls twitching and clenching around him.
“No moving.” He commanded, most of his attention on the game in front of him.
“W-What?” You asked, turning your head to look towards him. “Don’t you want to have sex?”
“Later.” He replied, sounding bored.
“I don’t understand–” You began before he interrupted you.
“You came over earlier than I wanted.” He explained, aggressively left clicking his mouse. “Besides, consider it punishment for throwing my shit earlier.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You whined, wiggling your hips again. “You’re really gonna make me sit here on your dick until you're done? That could take an hour or more!”
His other hand dropped and laid it on your upper thigh, four fingers pressing dangerously into your skin. A warning. You bit your bottom lip, stilling your movement as you stared at his computer screen. You would just have to stay here until he finished, even though you knew that would end up taking a while. And it did, as over 40 minutes had passed before it even looked like he was close to wrapping up what he was doing.
The problem was, he would intentionally move you occasionally. He would adjust his hips, moving you with him and pushing his cock deeper inside of you. You kept having to choke down moans and grunts as he would continue ignoring your misery. Once it looked like he was done, you relaxed knowing that your relief was in sight. Until it looked like he started something new.
“Tomura, please I can’t stand it anymore.” You whined, grinding your hips down against him. “I wanna move so badly. Wanna ride your cock so baaad.”
He stayed silent though, like he couldn’t hear you. You purposely clenched your walls around him as you grind your hips down against him again. “I’m dripping onto your lap, I need you so bad. I’ve been such a good girl.” You moaned, noting that he paused what he was doing in his game.
You saw his hand leave his desk and disappear beneath the desk, you didn’t know what he was doing until you felt his fingers against your throbbing clit. Your head fell back against his shoulder as you cried out at the contact. Curses fell from your lips as you grind your hips against his fingers, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. You’ve been so pent up you’re not surprised at how sensitive you were.
“Ohh, fuck please please…” You begged, moaning as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. “Gonna come, ‘m gonna come. T-Tomura don’t stop, don’t—”
You screamed out, the coil snapping as your muscles tightened. Your walls clenching around his cock, a groan falling from his lips as you rode out your orgasm. His fingers dropped as your body collapsed against him, panting as you tried catching your breath. You didn’t notice anything he was doing until he felt him push his chair back and use a remote to click his main bedroom light on. Your eyes blinked open, wincing at the sudden bright light as you leaned yourself forward.
“Why’s the light on?” You asked, looking forward towards his desk. You blinked, getting your eyes back into focus as you looked at his screen seeing what appeared to be a recording software currently open. It showed yourself as you currently were, sitting on Tomura’s lap, his face moving to rest his chin on top of your shoulder again. “What–”
“Wanted to record the whole thing, so I can listen to you whine for me again. I can add it to my other collection of recordings of you.” He informed, his cock twitching deep inside of you.
“What other recordings?” You asked, whipping your head around to look at him. “When the hell were you recording me?” You didn’t know if you actually wanted the answer to that question but based on the look on his face you knew you weren’t going to like it.
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Let’s act like I didn’t dissapeared for 2 months 💀 btw this chapter turned hella long
(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistakes you notice)
•Characters: Suguru Niragi, fem!Reader
•Genre: smut
•Warnings: sexual content, explicit content, voyerism, violence (not towards reader), reader is a brainless horny bitch
Let’s give him a show
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While I watch the sun slowly sinking I wait patiently for Niragi to finish his daily patrol. I sit on the edge of a pool, my ankles in the cold water, as I think about what he might has in mind for tonight. Niragi is for sure a freak, but he never leaves me unsatisfied. Maybe I’m just as crazy as he is but who can blame me? How am I supposed to stay sane in a world where I see more murders than in a splatter movie?
„Hello there“, I hear a voice right after I feel strong hands on my shoulders. I look up and see Niragi with an amused smile on his lips.
„What took you so long?“ I ask him while standing up. His smile turns I to a grin as I start to play with the few open buttons of his shirt. „I set up a little surprise for you.“
His hands find my waist and I feel myself melting beneath his touch. „A surprise?“ Niragi nods, then lets go of me and starts walking with me towards the entrance. „There was a guy, feeling the need to act up on me.“ His grin gets wider with every step we go. „Do you remember this whiny guy with those ugly ass teeth?“
Even though I immediately know who he is talking about, I act like I have to think first, playing right into his little game.
„Oh, you mean the guy I used to fuck before I met you? My ex?“ I eventually say after stepping into the elevator, eyes glued to his amused grin.
„Exactly“, he confirms. „I remember he wasn’t too pleased that you dumped his ass.“ I only nodded, waiting for him to continue but he seems to have fun adding those dramatic paused between his words.
„Well, I overheard him telling his friends besides missing you, that he could make you feel so much better than I can.“ I raise my eyebrow. „So he didn’t ‚act up‘?“ Caught in his little lie, Niragi only rolls his eyes. „It’s basically the same thing“, he states, while we walk out the elevator, not further irritated by my statement. „So I thought we can show him how wrong he is. We put on a little show for him.“
I stop, looking at him in disbelief. Not the bad type of disbelieve though. I would lie if I’d say this idea isn’t turning me on. It’s not the first time we would have sex while people are watching, public sex is more than common here, but it would be the first time that we would have sex directly in front of someone, wanting them to watch. I feel my cheeks burning and my mouth hanging a bit open.
„Is the idea so bad?“ Niragi asks. „I can tell the other to kick him out again, I just thought it might be fun.“ He shrugs his shoulders not showing if he would be disappointed if I’d say no. I catch myself quickly again and walk up to him, grabbing his hand. „It’s a wonderful idea.“
Niragis eyes seem to sparkle at my reaction and with a short glance down, I can see that not only his eyes reacted. I take the lead and guide him quickly to his room. Before he opens the door, he put on his typical grin again, already seeming much more intimidating again. Then he opens the door and my eyes meet with the guy he talked about, tied down to a chair and being guarded by two other militants.
„Hello again“, Niragi says, laughing at the sight. I quickly enter the room, he then closes the door and steps behind me, sneaking one arm around my waist, the other one holds the gun, pointed at the tied up guy. „You two can go. I can handle that alone from now on.“ Without answering the other two guys leave the room.
„It’s going to be a show just for you“, Niragi starts to tease the guy again, poking him with his rifle. „Since you think I wouldn’t be able to please her as good as you, we figured we would just show it to you.“ He lets go of me, nodding to the bed. My sign to move to there. While I sit down, the eyes of the guy are glued on me and I look back, smiling innocently at him. My excitement grows with every second.
Slowly Niragi walks around the chair, stopping behind it and then pushing it a bit more near to the bed. Then he grabs a fistful of the black hair from the guy in front of him and pulling it back, so he is forced to look up. He tries to scream, but the duct tape muffles his voice. „I don’t even know your name“, Niragi coos, tilting his head slightly. „How do you like rat? Or pervert? Perverted rat?“ Completely enjoying himself he lets go of rats hair and walks back around to be in front of him again. „You my friend“, he starts to explain what’s about to happen. „Will watch me fucking (Y/n)s brains out, while you sit here with your little broken heart and watch every fucking move I make.“
Shivers start to run down my spine and slowly but surely I am getting impatient. „Strip“, Niragi suddenly says, now sitting next to the chair. „Show us your perfect body.“
Without hesitating I start feeling for the knot, holding my bikini top together at my back. I find it and start to pull slowly on the strings. Now the red piece of fabric is only held up by the strings around my neck, but still covering up some parts of my breasts. I stop, thinking about what to put off first, my top or the bottoms, but I decide to continue with my top and push it slowly over my head, revealing my boobs completely.
I see how Niragi is fighting to keep it together, obviously wanting to get up and rip off my panties, just to fuck me senseless, but he continues to sit patiently. With a small glance to the guy in the chair he makes sure that he is still looking in my direction.
„Look at her“, he coos. „See those perfect breasts? They’re all mine.“ My heart and core ache as a reaction. I continue with my little strip tease and take off my panties too, throwing them next to the bed. Slowly I start to let my hands roam over my body. First to my breasts and then slowly further down. I part my legs, my shame is long gone, and reveal my wet pussy to the men in front of me.
„Tell me what makes you so wet baby?“, Niragi asks me teasingly. „The way you look at me“, I respond, dragging my fingers through my folds. „The hunger in your eyes“, I continue as I lean back on my arms. „Play a bit with yourself. Make yourself feel good.“ I do as he told me and put my fingers on my clit. When I finally find the perfect speed and pressure I throw my head back with a moan.
My eyes are closed as I’m rubbing my clit, enjoying every bit of it. Who thought masturbating in front of a guy I can’t stand would be so exciting? The mattress shifts and as I open my eyes I see Niragi sitting next to me. I grab his hand, guiding it to my pussy, hungry for his touch.
„Look at that“, he whispers, looking back to the rat while sliding his fingers inside. „So desperate for my touch.“ The guys eyes are burning with hate. As quickly as Niragi started, he also stopped again, drawing a needy whine from me. I hear him chuckle and then I feel his hands on my thighs turning me to the right, so that I’m I’m no longer facing the rat. Niragi lies down on his stomach, parting my legs again. „Now watch how easy it is for me to drive her crazy.“ With that I feel his tongue on my clitoris, licking and sometimes adding pressure with his tongue piercing.
Curious about how the rat looks like while watching me getting eaten out by another guy I turn my head and look at him. Even though his eyes still try to kill Niragi, his dick is rock hard. I turn my head again and with a loud moan I demonstrate how good Niragi is making me feel. I run my hands through his raven locks and grab a fistful of it. Normally he wouldn’t tolerate this behavior but he is too lost in the act to care.
My moans are getting louder and I’m near my peak and for once Niragi is nice to me and doesn’t stop. After the wave of pleasure slowly faded I look back into Niragis eyes. A smug grin and proud expression is glued to his face as he slowly turns his head to the guy next to us.
„Number one“, he whispers and I can’t help but smile even wider, because counting means I’m going to have another one. And another. And another.
After Niragi has sat up again, now kneeling on the bed, he takes my left leg and props it on his shoulder. Fingertips grazing my legs, leaving goosebumps behind, travel slowly up to my pulsating core.
I just can’t get enough of him.
When his hand hovers over my pussy he pauses. „Tell me what you want baby“, he whispers, planting light kisses on my leg. „Tell us.“
A short glance of mine goes to the rat before I concentrate on Niragi again. „Your fingers“, I whine. „Deep inside me.“
To my surprise no begging is needed. For now at least. His long fingers find their way between my folds and slide inside my pussy. As soon as he’s knuckle-deep inside me he starts to bend his fingers, hitting my g-spot right away.
With a loud moan I signal him that he‘s making me feel good. Only a few seconds later his other hand finds my pussy too, rubbing over my clit.
This must be what heaven is like.
My second orgasm washes over me rather quickly and for a second I feel like the room is spinning.
„Number two“, Niragi informs the other man. He helps me sit up surprisingly gentle and looks into my eyes, almost as if he looks for any discomfort.
Quickly I discard this thought again. I’m obviously still with my head in the clouds.
„Damn, she’s far gone“, Niragi laughs. „And I didn’t even undressed yet.“ He‘s right, I realize.
„Let’s change that, shall we?“ What a stupid question. Normally I would roll my eyes at that but I don’t dare to do anything bratty right now, too scared his kindness will fade if I upset him. So I only nod, eyes glued to him as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.
I look at him like a dog, waiting for a treat as he finally opens his pants. In fact, I, in some way, am a dog waiting for a treat.
„Imma give your fucked out mind a little break, sounds good?“ It doesn’t but I nod anyways, knowing obeying will be rewarded eventually. „On the floor“, he commands and when I crawled in front of him he takes off his pants completely, letting them pool around his ankles.
I feel the look of the guy behind me burning into my back. Seems like behaving like a horny bitch does the job.
„See that? She would do anything for me.“ I can basically hear Niragis mischievous grin as he speaks to my ex. „Did she ever sucked you?“ A look over my shoulder shows me that he is shaking his head no, finally realizing it’s better if you answer if Niragi asks you something.
Niragis cock distracted me so much that I didn’t even realized that he had picked up his gun again, pointing it at the man in front of him.
He tangles the fingers of his free hand in my hair, putting a few strands behind my ear. Then he pushes my head a bit down. „Come on baby, suck it.“
Without further ado I open my mouth and take him inside. I gag as he hit the back of my throat, but by now I’m mostly used to it so it isn’t bothering me any further.
„Fuck“, Niragi moans. „She’s amazing.“ His praise goes straight to my core and while I blow him I start to grind down, searching for friction. A laugh mixed with another moan escapes Niragis throat. „Your little cunt can’t go five minutes without needing attention?“ He tugs at my hair, letting me know he wants me to stand up again. „It’s about you today. I want him to see how you fall apart.“
Yepp. Definitely heaven.
I crawl back on the bed and lay down on my stomach, ass up high. „That’s right. Give us a nice few of your ass, baby.“ Niragi says, slapping my butt so hard that I gasp.
Muffled shouts echo trough the room, coming from the tied up guy, who is obviously not really happy about the slap Niragi gave me, but he on the other hand just laughs.
„Don’t worry“, he says amused. „She’s into that. Honestly I thought you knew that since you can please her so good.“ His fingers sliding slowly trough my folds again, showing my ex that I am indeed enjoy the hard side of fucking Niragi.
„You know the saying: three‘s the charm.“ And with that I can finally feel Niragis hands on my hips again, pulling me back to him. But instead of pushing right into me, he starts to tease me with the tip of his dick, drawing circles around my hole. „Look at him, doll. I bet he is dying to know how your face looks when your filled with my cock“, Niragi whispers with a low tone in my ear, making shivers running down my spine.
I turn my head and look right into my ex-boyfriends brown eyes. His expression is filled with hate and rage and for some reason this gets me even wetter. A sigh escapes my lungs when I finally feel Niragi pushing in to me, never breaking eye contact with the man on the chair. Usually he rams his cock inside me, but today he is taking his time, making sure to savour tue moment, and the boiling rage of the rat.
As soon as his balls hit my pelvis it’s over with the slow and sensual acting and he starts ramming his cock inside me like he always does.
And fuck - I love it.
My eyes stay where they were, taking in how the poor guy is squirming around, not sure if he should look away or try to find a way to get off of the sight in front of him. Either way he suffers and it would shock me how much I enjoy this sight, if I were able to think straight.
But my ability to think is quite limited right now, since the only thing I can concentrate on is the way Niragi hits that sweet spot all over again, and how his finger is dancing on my clit. I moan without even paying attention what exactly comes out of my mouth.
„Niragi“ I moan as I feel the knot in my stomach. „I’m close. Please.“ Niragis rhythm gets sloppier, which leads me to the conclusion that he is close too. „Go ahead babygirl. Don’t hold back.“
That’s all I needed to hear. It’s like my body waited for those words, because right after he finished his sentence, I feel the wave of pleasure breaking over me, turning me into a moaning mess. And it took Niragi right with it, who cums with a load groan inside me.
My head is spinning and my body is tingling as I come down from my high. „And number three“, Niragi whispers proudly, already up on his feet again.
With his gun in his hand he walks up to the chair. „Now what? What should I do with you?“ He glances shortly to me before turning his head again. „You know what? You’re a lucky guy. After that amazing session I am in a very good mood.“
He walks around the chair like a lion watching his prey. Then he picks up his boxershorts from the floor, puts them back on, walks up to the door and opens it.
The other two guys must have wait, because Niragi yells out the door: „Get the bastard out of my face.“ They don’t even bother to untie him first. One of them just grabs the back of the chair and drags him out of the room.
„You’re insane“, I whisper tiredly, as Niragi climbs back in bed to me. „I know“, he replies. „And you’re ducking into that.“
I don’t answer, instead I just roll over and let my head rest on his chest. And this time he doesn’t push me away. Maybe he isn’t that cold as he always acts.
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Hii can you do 30 and 22 with Baekhyun? Thank you 🤗
Situationship 🏰
Genre: angst
Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader
Length: 1.9k
Warnings: language | not explicit but smut
a/n: I was having the hardest time coming up with a plot for this one and then the song Oranges by Kenya Grace came on and boom this came to me~! At this rate my drabbles are just gonna be over 1k 🙄. tysm for the request and I hope its not too angsty 😊
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
If you were to ask yourself if you were a terrible person, you’d tell yourself no without any hesitation.
Except when it came to Byun Baekhyun.
He’s a nice guy. A good guy.
And maybe that was the reason why you treated him the way you did.
And that’s what made you a terrible person.
There wasn’t an ounce of surprise on his features when he opened the door to his apartment and saw you on the other side, leaning against the wall. You showed up often enough—usually when you were horny or in need of some comfort. He never turned you away, and tonight was no different.
He grinned at you, the action full of relief, and opened the door wider—an invitation. Never breaking eye contact, you pushed yourself off the wall, sauntering your way toward him. Instead of entering, you reached out to hold his waist with one hand, your other going to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a provocative kiss that gave away your intent for the night. A moan left his mouth as your tongue entered it. Never breaking the kiss, you dragged him deeper into his home, barely giving him time to close the door.
Baekhyun was an amazing lover, the best you’d ever had. It was what kept you coming back. And some days, much like this night, he became so aggressive. It felt like he was punishing you, slamming all the frustrations he carried for the situation into you, forcing you to feel it—to feel him. It drove you crazy. It would have you clawing desperately at his back, legs dangling in the air. You had no doubt the neighbors groaned with irritation when he became like this. What with the constant banging of his bedframe against the wall, his name leaving your swollen lips in screams. Yeah, they probably despised you both.
When he was done with you, you were left violently shaking, struggling to remember where you were, what your name was. All you knew in those moments was him, and the insurmountable pleasure waving throughout your body and soul. He fell beside you, drenched in sweat, swallowing as much air his pouty mouth could fill into his lungs, you would’ve thought he just got done running a marathon.
As you took him in, you noticed that bit of darkness caught in his stare—something you were worried you had given to him. Immediately, the lustful haze surrounding you dissipated and you began gnawing on your lip as the regret started to settle into your bones. You were well aware of what you were doing to him. You knew how he felt about you. Knew how much it pained him when you left. He always tried his best to hide it, to act like he was as content with this arrangement as you were, but it didn’t fool you. No. You knew that he wanted more from you, and you took advantage of it.
It never truly hit you until right after, the ramifications of your selfish actions. It made it hard to look at him, to see just how badly you were wrecking him.
That dark glint in his eyes lingered longer each time, you noticed. He would grow to resent you, wouldn’t he? One day. One day he would close the door on you, and find himself somebody who would return the love he craved. A nice person. Someone who suited him. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought.
Not being able to handle it much longer, you sat up with a sigh, rubbing your damp face. He watched you, but kept silent. Baekhyun knew the routine.
You were starting to shuffle off the mattress when you felt the tips of his fingers ghost down your exposed spine. You completely froze under his touch, your mind seeming to short circuit from the affectionate caress.
“Come lay back down,” he murmured, breaking your silence. His voice was uncharacteristically deep, unintentionally sultry, making you shiver at the prospect of another round.
He began moving when you didn’t. Shuffling around until he was curled behind you, his arms went around your waist as his lips left sweet tender kisses on your bare shoulder.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he confessed breathlessly against your skin.
“Baekhyun….” That was enough to get you moving again. You shook him off, jumping from the bed in search for your panties. Once found, you put them on in a haste, eager to leave. Baekhyun was back to silently observing you, shoulders slumped in defeat.
But that darkness… it seemed to consume him, possessed him, making him grow bold.
“I can’t keep doing this, you know?” He told you, voice steel. “Letting you use me like this? It’s messed up.” He said your name and a chill ran down your spine at the lack of affection.
You ignored it, finding and slipping on your pants. “Well, you’re the one who keeps letting me in.”
“Because you keep coming over!” He exploded. His outburst echoed off the walls, made your shoulders bunch up to your ears. He was heaving, wide eyes pleading. “Why do you keep coming over?”
The question was ripped from his throat, a question he must have asked himself time and time again, the answer always alluding him. But, right now, he needed to know.
It was his ultimatum.
You blinked at him. Why did you keep coming over? Because you couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. You weren’t sure anymore if it was the guilt or…something else. Lately, it’d been worse, the urge to be with him. You liked the way you felt around him, liked listening to his voice, his jokes. Liked how unbearably sweet he could be, how invested in you he was. And not just your body, but your thoughts, your interests. That’s what really brought you here tonight. It wasn’t just the sex—although it was that too—it was, well, him. You just really wanted to see him.
But you couldn’t tell him that.
Emotions…terrified you. Getting close to people like that scared you shitless. You had tried once in the beginning, to be good for him, but you psyched yourself out. Once it started feeling too real you shut down on him, building walls and boarders around your heart to keep him out of it.
“What do you want to hear?” You asked, suddenly exhausted. “That you’re the best lay I’ve ever had? That you fuck me so good I keep coming back even though I know you’re in love with me? That I keep coming back because you’re in love with me? Does that satisfy you? Make you feel better?”
He silently fumed, hurt by your words. His face reddened with embarrassment and shame at your revelation.
“Does that make me the villain?” You continued, voice rising in anger and frustration. Why did he have to do this now? Why was he trying to ruin everything? “Sure, but you’re not innocent either! You’re using me too! You think I don’t know how you use our time together to play out your little fantasies, to pretend we’re something more?” H face grew an even darker shade of red. “You have to take some responsibility for your hurt. It’s not fair to put all the blame on me. I’m not completely heartless, Baekhyun. It makes me sick, knowing that I’m hurting you. Why do you think I always leave? Because the guilt is eating me up inside! And I know, okay? I know that I should end this, that it’s the right thing to do. For both of us. But…I’m selfish. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want anyone else to have you. Just the thought of someone else touching you—"
You shuddered at the thought.
But then it hit you, what you just revealed. You took Baekhyun in warily, wondering how he would react to your slight confession. His face had cooled down some, took on more a pinkish hue, he studied the floor, his crumbled bed sheets, his fingers—anything but you. If he had heard your slip up, he didn’t mention it.
“I know that you don’t love me,” he revealed quietly. “That you can’t love me. I know that what we have is supposed to be purely physical. I thought I could handle it. Told myself that it was enough for me.” He drew in a large breath, running a hand through his hair, slightly pulling at the strands as he did. “But it’s not. I think I’m even more in love with you now.” He let out a humorless laugh. “But I’m selfish too. And if this is all that you can give me…then fuck it. I’m all in.”
Internally, you sighed. You didn’t see the appeal, didn’t see why he kept suffering just for a piece of your attention. It felt…cruel. You wanted him to stand up for himself. Wanted him to throw you out and tell you to never contact him again. Wanted him to love himself—to choose himself. Instead of choosing this slow torture.
“It’s not….” You swallowed thickly. “I’m not worth it, Baekhyun.”
He blinked at you. “You are to me. You’re one of the most important things in my life. I don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”
You shook your head, fighting with yourself. He loved you. He loved you so much he was willing to break himself, to give you any piece you wanted.
“I’m sorry I said anything. I was just….” He shook his head. “I just didn’t want you to leave yet.”
He searched you, looked for more hesitation, tested to see if he should say more or not.
“I know that you care for me. That you…that you have feelings for me too.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged. “’I don’t want anyone else to have you,’” he repeated your words earlier, chuckling when your eyes widened in shock. So, he had heard you.
The smile remained on his face, a shimmer of joy, of hope. He would latch onto that, keep it close, nurture it and see if it grew.
“I know you want to be with me also. That you don’t want to leave. So, just stay this time. Stay for me.”
You take him in, scrutinized him and saw no trace of pain or heartache. There was slight regret, probably from starting this argument in the first place, but mostly you only saw… love.
And for once you wanted to bask in it. You wanted him to hold you, to give into his dreams of having you. Maybe humoring him this time wouldn’t hurt? Maybe…this could be the start of something else. He had been so patient with you, and slowly you had been letting your guard down. You were still terrified, but not as badly as you had been.
“This could be a really bad idea,” you said, never taking your eyes off of him.
He agreed, nodding his head shallowly. “It is a bad idea. But I don’t care. Not when it comes to you.”
You take a step toward him, encouraged by his words, and he fought off a smile.
When you got to the edge of the bed, standing between his legs, you hold his head at his chin, brushing his bangs from his face.
“You’re important to me too,” you confessed. That brought out the smile he’d been fighting. You ran a finger down the side of his face. “I care about you.”
“Does that mean you’ll stay?”
“I’ll stay,” you said. Leaning down to kiss him again, this one slow, unrushed. A promise. A promise to try.
Because you realized, you were worth it. And Baekhyun was worth it too.
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