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oval3000 · 6 months

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Chapter 3

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

(This might suck idk. I don't know German so it's all Google translate)

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He hasn't left his room for a month. They kept him in their with the straitjacket on. His meals are just vitamins that he has to swallow. You would go in to check up on him, but new orders from the administrator's to not go near at all, so you pass by his room. You would peak through the little window and see him laying on his back with little no to motion on his arms or body entirely. His psychiatrist, Dr. Smith is the only that goes in there. They have sessions in his room instead of the usual spot they have it in.

She was pissed at everyone, specifically you. You are her punching bag, even though it was Ben's fault. "Why hasn't he been given his meds!" She yelled at you.

"We are not allowed to go i-" you tried to explain your her, but she could care less.

"You are his nurse right! Your job is to give him his meds! How did you graduate when you can't even do that!" She yelled at you.

You plead for her to listen to you "I'm sorry, Dr. Smith. I can't it's Mr. Millers orders. No one can go in except you because you are his psychiatrist."

So she strolled her way to the administrator's office.

Ignoring his assistant from telling her that she can't go in. Slaming the door open to see him sitting on his chair, writing whatever cral he writes on paper.

"Sarah calm down!"

"Do you have any idea how dangerous he is, and you want me to deal with him alone! On top of that the lack of guards is making my job harder!" Dr. Smith argued with a hand on her hips and her finger pointing towards Ben.

"Do you remeber when you wanted a nurse to look after him." She rolled her eyes. Yes, you, the nurse. "Do you have any idea how much money is going towards her. Triple the pay for looking after him."

Her hands swing in motion, showing her frustration. "She can't even do her fucking job Ben!"

"If she's alive, then she's doing her job well. What's making this hard, is you barging into my office and telling me what to do when you are the one demanding this." He stood up from his chair, fixing his navy tie. "We're loosing staff. People don't want to go near him. Gabriel is threatening to sue the company. Gaurds are quiting left and right so sorry that there aren't enough staff attending your needs."

She crossed her arms with an annoying sigh leaving her lips tinted with red lipstick. "Then hire more people, I don't see the problem?"

"Did you not hear what I said" he walked towards her, standing toe to toe to her. "Majority of our budget is going towards (Y/n). She's been here for two months now, lasting longer than any other nurses. We can't afford another hire with the same pay to deal with König. Besides he hasn't actually killed anyone in those two months, I'll take that than dealing with someone who has a broken jaw from a simple punch."

"Then ask for more money." She scuffed like if it was a joke she said.

He laughed at her face, "Do you think the government cares to fund more for this place, I already have the staff on my ass for new medical supplies, do you think they are gonna hand me the budget to hire someone with triple pay just because you are scared."

"Then fire (y/n) and hire a new guard, maybe someone with military experience."

"Why would I do that. You came into my office, spreaded your legs cause you were so desperate for a nurse and now you want me to fire her. She hasn't done anything in particularly wrong."

"She doesn't follow orders!"

"She does, you just make it difficult." He came in defense.

"Wasn't she trying to stop you from putting him into a straitjacket?" She smirked while her arms crossed at her chest.

"Yes, and she was right. Putting him in a straitjacket does nothing. He was fine it's just that..." he closed his eyes taking deep breath.

"Just what?" She came closer to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, gently caressing it.

He turned his head to her, he used to lovy dovey with her seduction, but now it's more annoyance. "Eli, the other guard, came to my office the other day and told me that Gabriel was provoking König."

She rolled her eyes, looking around his office. Paying attention to the paintings hanged up on the wall and the light objects he has on his desk. "Like what? Making fun of him? We all make fun the people here what else is new?"

"I don't know the full details, but that's what he told me." He sat a bit on his desk.

"Why does that matter?" She shook her head without a single thought in her brain.

"Gabriel is threatening to sue us. If we fight the legal action, we'll have to defend König. König, just like any other patient represent us, our care. If they find out that Gabriel was the one that caused this, making König the victim it doesn't look good after we placed him in the straitjacket. Like we silencing him out. It will ruin our reputation, we'll all loose our jobs and you fucked your way up here for nothing."

"But he harmed a worker, beside murdered multiple people." She let out a little chuckle, placing her hand on his chest.

He didn't give in, instead, he gave her a stare. "He's ex- military and as for you being his psychiatrist, you'll have to speak on behalf of him. Meaning that people will find out about you, how you never studied to become a doctor you fucked every professor you had to get your degree."

"What are you saying, Ben." Her smile dropped.

"I won't fire (Y/n). She stood up for König, making us look like we care about our patients. As for Gabriel, all he's asking is for some 20,000 thousand dollars, which we can easily give him worth than standing infront of the judge. Which means that we can't afford new guards for you. Besides they're taking off his straitjacket today, so stop being so scared and do your dam job."

"I still think you should fire, (Y/n) atleast." She hummed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I'm not doing that. Beside she's the only staff that doesn't barge in here demanding stuff. She nice and sweet...." he looked down to the side, " and...young and beautiful. "

She let go of his waist, clenching her jaw. Yes, you being so beautiful. "So what? You want to fuck her? Is that it. Never head young pussy before?"

"You should leave, I have work to do and so do you. This discussion is over." He walked to his desk, sitting down on his chair, unbutton his last few buttons from his dark, navy, blazer.

She stormed off his office, angrly stomping on the white tile floors with her heels creating a louder noise.

You heard the word going around that their taking of his straitjacket, so you quickly gathered what you need to check him up. You saw as the guards took off. He let out a big stretched, flexing more of his muscles. It caused a scare to the guards like a lion letting out a roar.

You walked up to and saw more of his face. He stared at you.

He missed you. He never thought he would miss you. During that month of not seeing you was a time he contemplated about you. Are you made for him or not. He will shut his eyes and images of you will pop up. You smiling at him. Taking good care of him. Watching you squirm under him as you take his full length cock inside your pussy. He'll treat you with respect as long as you do what he says that's all. Seeing your belly swell up with his baby. Can't wait to fuck your tits filled with milk. Can't wait to impregnate you with multiple of his children, making one big happy family. How protective he'll be for his kids, for you. To stand up to the bullies, to show them not to be scared of anything. To hold them if they cry.

He should kill you for making him react this way. He should just kill you. You are just another nurse thinking they have control over him. He use to give orders to people, being the colonel and all, he got the respect he fought for, why does he feel weak around you. You are so sweet and joyful to him. If he was back in the field and saw you, would he kill you. Or maybe fuck you. Maybe that's it. He hasn't done it in so long, so long he hasn't touch a women. He should've just fucked one of the other nurses. Yes, maybe he should do that. Fuck a nurse, just to see. I mean what's the harm in that.

"Aah...yes. right there ngh.... yes...oh fuck that feels good."

The sound of König's footsteps were low that they couldn't hear over the sound of skin slapping against eachother. Watching a men fucking his girlfriend on his bed.

"Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?" Slaming her ass back and forth on his cock.

"Ah....a-aah....he-..he could barley...make me- fuck!..mmgh....wet." She grip the bedsheets hard while he kept pounding her.

No. No. He can't. Not you. He can't. He can't betray you like they did. He can't imagine the face you'll make if you know he fucked another girl. No he should be pure to you. You should be the only one he touches.

He needs you. Okay, it's done. He'll make you his and you'll love him. You'll love him and care for him. Rather you like him or not it's done.

You wrapped the cuff around his bicep and squeeze the bulb reading the numbers on the circle, writing it down. Doing the usual things you have studied for. As you were checking his heartbeat, he reached up which caused you to flinch a bit. His index finger, gently, caressing your cheek. Your back was turned to the guards, making it hard them to see what's going. You stared at him as he touched you with such charisma. His thumb reaching to your chin, hovering over your lips. He placed the tip of his thumb on your bottom lip, gently pulling it out a bit.

You shouldn't have this feeling at the pit of your stomach. You couldn't tell of you didn't smack his hand away because you are scared or because you enjoy it. You never had this much attention, not like this.

"I don't have time to argue with you (Y/n)! Go to your room!" The little girl tuged at her moms shirt.

"Where's daddy?" She felt tears running down her face as her mother poured more wine into her glass, already finishing up the fresh new bottle.

"(Y/n)! Seriously go to room! You are such a headache! Why couldn't your father take you with him! Nauseating!" She dranked the entire glass, slamming the cup on the table.

"Where's daddy?" She said one last time not letting go of her blanket. The same blanket her father got her when she told him she was cold.

"HE LEFT! HE LEFT US (Y/N)! LEFT US FOR THAT BITCH! AND NOW I'M STUCK HERE WITH YOU. HE RUINED MY LIFE. I COULD'VE DONE SOOOO MANY THINGS! But no! I'm stuck to take care of a brat!"

He palmed your cheek, feeling your warmth. He went in closer to you. You could feel his hot breath, quicken as he got closer to your lips.

You pulled back, "I shouldn't- we shouldn't. I mean." You whispered to him.

"Mein liebling (my darling)." He whispered to you. The first time he spoke to you. You couldn't understand him, but he spoke to you. "Du bist mein (you are mine)." He pulled you closer to him, he didn't care if the guards were staring, if anything, he enjoys it. To show everyone that he is yours to touch. "Mein schatz (my sweetheart)," his lips were hovering yours, you felt a little tingle at how close he was.

You know this shouldn't happen. You turned your away from his. You walked back, feeling his grasp letting go. He stared at you witch a smile on his face. You saw the smile he gave you.

When your shift ended and went back to your apartment, the thoughts of what happened lingered into your mind.

That night, you couldn't sleep. He was in your dreams. What if you never pulled way. Were you really going to kiss him. You glazed over the parts where he touched you.

You searched the words he said to you to translate it. Sweetheart, darling, mine.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach again. You never felt so complicated before.

Having a crush on a patient.

You have a crush on König.

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skribblezcorner · 3 months

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stupid silly zosan (again)

Continuation of my tipsy Sanji post i made a couple of days ago!! you don't need to read that first if you didnt already but I am slowly nudging you.... to my page.... sumbliminally.... (go read it)

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Zoro is at his wit's end.

It's been close to half an hour, and he's wandering in the dark alleyways of this random ass town trying to get back to the ship. In addition to that, He's carrying a very drunk and very annoying Sanji on his back.

"Marimooo," he drawls, swaying to the side. "Where the fuck are we?"

"Stop fucking moving or I'm gonna drop you, cook."

The position they're in is precarious as it is, Sanji's legs wrapped around Zoro's waist the only thing really keeping them both upright.

The cook's hands come from where they're draped over Zoro's shoulders to poke at his face. "You don't even know where we're going, do you?`"

"Like you know either," Zoro grumbles.

"Yeah, but you're mostly sober," the cook slurs.

...Fair enough.

Sanji yawns, the action driving his chin harder into the top of Zoro's head. "You're talking too long, hurry up so we can get to the Sunny."

"Maybe if you stopped fidgeting, I could actually walk straight and we would get there faster." Zoro grunts, hoisting the lanky man higher up on his waist.

"Fuck you, I'll walk myself back to the ship then." Zoro thinks Sanji attempts to get off his back, but the cook slumps back down almost immediately after raising only his head. "No, no no. that's not happening. Christ, how much did I drink? Marimo, I'm gonna die from alcohol poisoning-"

Zoro lets Sanji lament about his booze-tinted doom, mainly because he's still trying to figure out where the fuck they are but also because the blond idiot does this every time they go out drinking. He gets piss drunk off of what, two shots? and Zoro has to haul his uncoordinated, mouthy ass all the way back to the Sunny. Bonus points if he stops to spew his guts in an alleyway. Sanji stops talking after a few minutes, but the silence doesn't last for long.

"Did I tell you. We're going... uh... grocery shoppi-"

"Yes. Yes, you did, Curly. Six goddamn times."

"Okay, don't be a dick about it!" He feels the cook's spindly fingers sluggishly tug at his hair, pulling his head sideways and making them more unsteady than they already are.

"Stop. Moving," Zoro hisses as he stumbles. "You're fucking heavy."

Sanji giggles from behind him, and Zoro can feel the vibrations across his back as the blond speaks. "Oh, 'm sorry, you directionally challenged wad of grass. Maybe if you went the right way you wouldn't have to carry me any longer." "Shut up! It's too dark, everything looks the same."

"No, you're just fuckin'... what's the word? oh, incompetent. I bet you don't even know what incompetent means."

"I know what incompetent means."

"God, I'm so dizzy," Sanji groans.

"Stop complaining!"

They bicker back and forth, Sanji spewing insults in his ear while Zoro barks at him to shut up and wonders how many times they've passed that street lamp on the corner. Sometime during that, Sanji's head makes it into the crook of the other man's neck, and every time the cook speaks his lips brush over Zoro's shoulder. His hands have also taken up permanent residence in Zoro's hair, combing through the short strands as he complains endlessly. Zoro can't say he minds.

"Ah, we're lost," Sanji whines in his ear. "Completely, irre....irrevocably lost. Marimo, the ship was ten minutes from the barrrr."

"We're almost there, you impatient prick." They are not, in fact, almost there. Zoro trudges past what he feels like is the same house he saw fifteen minutes ago.

"Good... because m'gonna pass out."

"What?" The cook doesn't speak, and his fingers go slack on top of Zoro's head. "No, cook - damn it, wake up." Nothing but Sanji's soft breaths sound as a response.

Zoro looks around, surrounded by rows of dark houses and no boat in sight.

He heaves a long-suffering sigh. "God fucking dammit."

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Zoro struggles for another 30 minutes trying to find the ship with Sanji as a dead weight the entire time. he hated it (not really).

Sanji, for the 27th time: we're going grocery shopping tomorrow Zoro, tired of his bullshit: I KNOW.

ugh theyre such dumb homosexuals making bad life choices. i want to make them kiss.

Every day at 3am I rise from my coffin to write zosan content. they make me sick <3333

#zosan brainrot #stupid gay people #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #one piece #zosan #blackleg sanji #lightweight sanji agenda #Sanji is so annoying i love him #zoro is lost #should i make an ao3 account to post these

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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detective!eren getting a call from his subordinates that they have a suspect in custody, name dropping him to get out of being arrested. When he arrives, he’s shocked to see that the perp in question is none other than private investigator!(y/n), who’s being detained for sneaking into an prohibited area without a warrant or jurisdiction. He’s pissed but truly not surprised. It’s not the first time you’ve overstepped your bounds on your relentless crusade to justice and finding the truth. And if he were being honest, you had your work cut out for you when it came to getting clues but you did it effortlessly each time. But never had you gotten yourself in this type of hot water. Against his better judgment, he takes you off his hands. “I’ll take her, thanks guys.” Giving you his signature scowl before grasping your arm and hauling you off to his undercover service car; a grey Dodge Challenger with dark tinted windows. Lights and bars surrounding the exterior. But he had seemingly forgotten one minor detail: his incompetent officers FORGOT to put you in cuffs. Something he learns too late when he puts you in the backseat and as he’s driving along, lecturing you…(y/n) decides to have a little fun.

“You could’ve gotten yourself hurt, (y/n). That’s a gang hideout. What the hell were you thinking?” Obviously more disappointed and upset than he was angry. But you weren’t listening to a word. Rather, you were right back up to your devious antics. Giving him a pout and fluttering those big fluffy lashes. “I’m sorryyyy, muffin. But this is really important, I had to..” obviously, he’s not interested in apologies. He just wants you to be careful. To be more vigilant and safe. “Yeah, whatever. This time, it was a call about you getting arrested. I don’t wanna get one saying you’ve been hurt or worse. Got it?” Chastising you like a child..but you’re not listening. “Yes..I hear you.” Hell, you’re doing the exact opposite. He could see you shuffling around in the backseat, chewing profusely at your lower lip. Stealing occasional glances out of the rear view mirror at you. “Hey, what are you doing back there? Sit down.” “I’m not doing anything.” That stern voice ringing out, and only making you want to misbehave more. You didn’t utter a word, but rather..began feeling yourself up in the backseat. It wasn’t lost in him that you were unusually quiet. Or your choice in attire for the day. A skimpy two piece and a pair of sneakers. Not efficient for investigative work at all but it was your style and you weren’t changing for anyone. A few more minutes would past before traffic came to a halt and he glanced back up again to see your tube top ruffled around your stomach, panties shuffled to your ankles and those legs spread wide. “(Y/N)! What the fuck are you doing?! Knock it off..” but he knew better than to trust that. Deviance was your speciality and you were about to make his job..and dick much harder! “Why? You’re the one looking at me, pervert.” Taunting as you began massaging your nipples, along with rubbing that swollen clit. Fingertips spreading that pink and brown flesh open..even making smacking noises on instinct. “You’re going to pay for this shit, I swear.” And you’re hoping he makes good on that promise. Having been craving and missing him for days but your busy schedules didn’t permit it sometimes.

continuing to play with yourself in the backseat; moaning and rubbing your pussy for his viewing pleasure. Slipping a finger inside of that tightness..stretching it out as he was forced to listen and watch the little spectacle from behind the wheel. Those sweet little cries ringing out of earshot, along with pleas for him to pull over and take you right here. “Fuck…’feels so good..but I bet you’ll feel better.” Meanwhile, his cock wouldn’t stop pulsating and twitching from the confines of his slacks. “I should charge your ass with indecent exposure, (y/n). You’re pushing it..” but at that point, you could care less. So as long as he came back there and handled you. “I thought I was going to pay for it. Or are you all talk, pretty boy detective? A real man would’ve put me in my place now.” Mouthing off whilst still riding those digits, buried knuckle deep in that squelching core. Cream and juices leaking everywhere, including the leather seats. Shoving another set of fingers between your own jaws, you’d drum up a string of spit and lubricate those already soaking folds until you worked yourself into an orgasm..drenching his seat in squirt and then laughing as if it were all a big joke. He was heated!..but far more horny than anything. So it came as no surprise when he finally got a break and took a backroad to an abandoned alleyway, where he could do as he pleased. Including finally restraining you and having his way!

shuffling to the backseat to place you on all fours where he unfasten his pants and shoved your head into his lap. Sloppily fucking your mouth while letting his fingers slip into that spasming cunt. So needy and wet for him.. “..you’re such a little slut, you know that? Always getting me in fucking trouble.” Of course. That’s why you love me.” Both of you breaking into laughter before his were interrupted by heavy grunts. All due in part to you massaging his balls, and suckling his tip. But you wouldn’t get the upper hand on him as he slapped your ass and forced you on top of him, bound wrists and all. And you’d have to work for a nut if you wanted it! Letting you ride him as he sat back and let you put all that energy you had to good use. It wasn’t long before you were creaming all down his shaft..and your legs began to get tired in this position! However, he was going to make you pay for all your distractions and foolishness in some form or fashion. Why bother with all that red tape and paperwork when he could just stretch that pretty pussy instead? From heavy backshots, forcing you to clutch the door handle.. “Shit, you’re so tight. Has it really been that long, baby?” “Yes, can’t you tell I missed you?” To breeding you in a makeshift missionary that made him bury his face into your neck. “I—I need a break…you win.” whimpering as you pressed a hand to his chest, practically breathless. But he’d only stare with a smug grin and slap your backside once again. “It’s this or a holding cell, sweetheart. Your choice.”

and it was obvious which one you wanted! Pulling him back down into a kiss..

“Like you could ever get away from me that easily.”

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twstfanblog · 8 months

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*~Nasty Neige~*

AN: GOD, I lost control over this fic the second I started it, I didn't mean to make this thing so long. Which is why it took me so long to get everything down and editing. I know I missed something but I can make edits as I put links up on the other entries.

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: Neige being a general creepy guy. Obsessive thoughts, stalker vibes. Swears. She/They Yuu OC.

Pairings: Vil/Rook, Vil & Yuu (Siblings), One-sided Vil/Neige, Epel/Deuce?/Jack? (Guess)

Enjoy~!

Starter, Part 1 (Here), Part 2 (Heartslabyul), Part 3 (Diasomnia)

Classes didn’t start for another week and the open house event didn’t start for another day, so Yuu didn’t have any reason to be awake before noon. But she was because her trauma-filled body kept hearing noise downstairs. The first few times she was able to drift back to sleep, not hearing anything after the initial sound and assuming Grim was walking around looking for snacks. But then she realized Grim was still sleeping tucked up against her stomach, more floorboards creaking downstairs with no explanation. She does her best to not jostle Grim, reaching to the nightstand and grabbing her phone, cursing under her breath as she sees it was barely past 8:30 am.

She didn’t change out of her pjs, slipping on her houseshoes while she left the bed. Making sure Grim was tucked into the still-warm covers, Yuu grabbed her golf cub, making her way downstairs and avoiding the loud boards. Even after multiple renovations, there were still floorboards that creaked and on bad storm nights the whole house sounded like it groaned. (A part of her simply made peace with that it wouldn’t be Ramshackle if it wasn’t a little old and creaky). Besides her, Grim was the only one who knew what boards hated being stepped on. Ortho knew them too but he didn’t walk much. Epel seemed to take sick pleasure in stepping on each one whenever he came over, and the rest of her friends were either too naturally loud or heavy to not make noise in the dorm.

She would have felt more at ease if whoever was in her house was being loud. Her friends were loud, even if they knew she was asleep. But whoever was there was trying to be quiet and failing. Once downstairs she tries to hear where the intruder was, poising to swing. The sound of the toaster popping gives her the element of surprise, rushing into the kitchen.

Both she and the blond intruder scream when they see each other, Yuu just barely stopping her swing. Vil braced himself against the counter, breathing in a forced calm pattern before glaring at her. His hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, face bare besides a tinted lipgloss. Dressed in a modified cropped yellow hoodie, high-waisted black leggings and simple sneakers, “I swear you and Epel are determined to give me gray hairs! Why are you just so ready to deal violence!? It’s 8 in the morning!”

Yuu leans against her golf cub, trying to ease her own adrenaline spike, “Yeah! It’s 8 am, why are you in my house!? Also, are you dying? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without foundation.” Her anger grows seeing the disheveled model look at her with a pinched face, not answering her as he turns back to plate the food he was cooking on her stove. She opens her mouth to yell again, only to look at the kitchen window and realize, “...Did you close the blinds?”

Yuu had an odd relationship with blinds after meeting Rook. Yes, she kept her more personal areas heavily covered and only opened them for her monthly dorm deep clean, but the more communal areas of the dorm were free to be viewed from outside. It was nice sometimes to be relaxing on her lonesome only to hear a tap against a window. A tap could be Jack and Vil on their morning runs asking her to pass them glasses of water or fruit she had on hand. Maybe Lilia coming to scare her or show her a new melody he’d learned. Ace or Deuce coming to beg her for help after they’ve pissed Riddle off. And Vil knew Rook would rather enter through a window than a damn doorway. Either way, open blinds at Ramshackle had come to mean ‘Come in’. Something that Rook delighted in whenever he wasn’t too busy with his ‘errands’.

“...” She looks around, finally taking note how all of her downstairs windows seemed to have not only their binds but the thick curtains closed, “Are you and Rook fighting?”

“Oh, he’s going to wish we were when I get back in the dorm…”

She laughs, watching the model bite into a slice of toast with a runny egg on top of it, “Oh sevens, the year hasn’t even started yet. Why are you fighting?”

Vil huffed, rolling his eyes, trying to avoid her gaze. Talking with one’s mouth full was just rude, plus he knew if he started ranting his food would be cold before he was done. If he had to hide out at Ramshackle for the day he would need the protein. Glancing down at Yuu, he openly takes another big bite of toast, just to show he wasn’t going to answer her anytime soon.

“Ok, fuck you too then, I’ll just open the blinds while you’re being a bitch.”

He chokes on a bite, nearly dropping the plate in his rush to shove it onto the counter. Nails sinking into her shoulder to stop her, not caring at the mush of food falling out of his mouth as he shouts, “NO!”

Yuu hisses, a hand coming up to yank Vil’s hand away from her, “OW!? Ok, what is the issue? Is Rook finally coming to shave an undercut on you or something?”

Vil sighs, giving her a small apologetic look before he swallows, “Neige is in Pomefiore. I…really didn’t want to deal with him today so I managed to make my way here to hide out. I don’t think anyone saw me, but I didn’t want to risk someone seeing me from the windows…” He takes another bite of toast, fingers wiping yolk from his lips, “Sorry about your shoulder…”

“...” Yuu sighs, placing her club against the wall and waves his apology off, “It’s fine. I hate Neige too but like- Wait, why is his ass here?” At Vil’s equally bewildered shrug her brows crease, “The open house doesn’t start until tomorrow? Are you sure he’s like here, here?”

“Seeing how Rook was yelling outside my room about his ‘Roi de Neige’ being in Pomefiore and he had to make himself look presentable, I would think so.” Vil scoffs, rolling his eyes at the very idea of anyone liking Neige.

Good ole Rook, scaring the precious wildlife to get them to escape a foreign danger. Might as well send him a text to ask how long he thinks it’ll be until Vil was safe to enter his dorm again.

“Well, get comfy I guess. Idia made sure I was set with cable and various media players, so there should be something on the TV. I’m going to make breakfast for me and Grim.”

Vil moved out of her way, finishing off his breakfast before grabbing a mixing bowl to hand to her, “Sorry, I should have made you two something as well instead of just myself.”

“Please don’t. Your unseasoned pallet would send Grim over the edge.”

The dorm leader, moves the bowl out of her grip, smacking her on the head with it before putting it on the counter, “Fuck you, you don’t need to use salt and garlic salt in the same dish.”

“They are different things, Vil.”

“They’re both salt.”

Neige looked around before fully exiting from the mirror, a hand quickly making sure his wig was in place. It wasn’t hard borrowing a disguise from his friends on his current movie set. Decked out in a mid-length pink wig and pale blue contacts, a simple white shirt, indigo overalls and his dark brown boots he wasn’t the least bit recognizable. Biting into his lower lip softly, he squealed, staring at the castle against the early sky. That’s where Vi slept! The blond had been in this very pocket dimension for years, he walked on these paths, talked in the halls, bathed in the water- He needed to focus. Giving himself one last preening, he calms his breath and walks toward the dorm.

Each step made his heart flutter. Excitement and fear pulsing in his veins the closer he got to the large, pristine castle. He was breaking so many rules; he wasn't supposed to be here for many reasons. The open house wasn't even open for the Seven's sake, he didn't go to this school, and he had no one's permission to be here. But he had to, it was his only chance. The open house would no doubt have people crawling all over the campus. Neige wouldn't be able to walk around as himself, let alone be able to get some alone time to talk with his Vi.

Ah. Just the thought of him alone was enough to make his knees weak.

He closes his eyes, hands gripping onto his shoulders in a self-hug when he finally steps onto the main area of the dorm. He breathes it all in, nearly missing a figure in an old yellow hoodie race past him to exit through the mirror.

He opened his eyes in panic, looking to see if the other figure was suspicious of him. He lets out a breath in relief. Whoever they were, they seemed more interested in running to wherever. Vi had made posts about how proud he was of his dorm members taking morning runs, maybe they were simply late for a run with friends. His palms get sweaty as his thoughts start to race at the thought of Vi running with him.

The image of Vi in his black and light purple designer tracksuit, hair pulled back into a wind-swept ponytail. Lips open in a pant as sweat drips down his jaw- FOCUS. He wasn't here to fantasize! He could do that when he went back to his dorm. Hopefully after gaining something to remember his trip by.

His eyes scan the courtyard. It was beautiful as expected, with elegant pathways of carved stones and a large elaborate water feature giving a calming background noise to the area. Apple trees with bright red fruits scattered amongst the deep green grass. The area was so clean and proper he could almost imagine he was back on Royal Sword grounds.

Pulling out his phone he starts to walk on the grass, whispering a small apology for ignoring the very clear sign saying to ‘Stay Off’. Vi had posted a video in late spring. He and a few other students had replanted a number of trees after a mysterious storm had wrecked multiple dorms in NRC. The blond was shown smeared lightly with dirt, a smile on his face as he gently placed a nursery tree into a hole. The video ending on Vi smiling to the camera, air-kissing the leaves of the tree and a message showing up. 'Grow up lovely, little tree'

(Neige won't comment on how he spent an hour in the bathroom connected to his dorm room, trying to hide his sobs as he promised the paused video to grow up to be a big lovely tree. He doesn't think he was successful if Chenya's side-eye was anything to note.)

He wanted to find that tree, he needed to. The urge to simply touch it, feel the bark and soil that were touched by the hands of perfection. Maybe, if it wasn't too tall yet, he could even kiss those same leaves…

It took him nearly an hour, 9 am rolling around and the sun making its formal appearance in the sky, but he found it. Tucked neatly at a distance from two adult trees, small blooms in the branches but no fruits. This was the tree.

Neige takes a picture, walking closer and snapping more as he posed in front of the tree. He looks the tree over and frowns, in such a short amount of time the tree had matured too tall for him to properly kiss its leaves. He couldn't even take a blossom without struggling to climb the still-thin tree. He was light, but he couldn't risk harming the tree Vi had put such love and dedication to.

Instead, he looks around, making sure there was still no one walking around the courtyard before he gently placed his hands on the trunk of the tree. One last nervous glance around, he licks his lips, leaning forward to lightly air kiss against the bark of the tree. Pulling back he felt his nerves alight, filling him with excitement that pulled him back toward the tree. This time his lips connected against the rough bark, lips stinging from the contact before he pulls away.

An indirect kiss with his Vi. The tree was their shared project now, another creative child they can look back on together. He can barely hold back his squeal, bouncing on his heels before wrapping his arms around the tree in a hug. He even peppers a few more kisses onto the bark.

Rook had only sent a single text to respond to her. Stating he would come for Vil when he was done with his hunt before ignoring her other messages. Even now, as lunch rolled around, there was still no answer from the French man.

"Do you not have anything that's prepacked or frozen to eat, potato?"

Yuu looks up from the kitchen table, glaring at the model searching through her cabinets, "You know, you don't need to be here. You could just go back to Pomefiore and deal with your waking nightmare." She turns back to her phone, ignoring Vil's groan and him slamming the cupboard shut.

"You know I can't. Not until I’m sure Neige is gone anyway…" He sighs, moving to sit beside her at the table, "Well, it's not healthy, but I guess I can afford to skip lunch…"

"..." She huffs, rolling her eyes and standing, "No skipping meals, Regina. How about you let me get you a cheat day snack and we can spend time watching terrible movies?"

Vil raised an eyebrow at her, a single black painted nail tapping at the table as he thought her offer over. Vil didn't take cheat days often, if ever. But…he was probably due for one. While he found her food to be disgustingly overseasoned, Yuu did make efforts to modify her favorites so he'd feel comfortable indulging himself. He clicks his tongue and stands from the table, "I suppose. Nothing too greasy dear, the stress of today is already doing a number on my skin. I'll go pick some movies out."

While Yuu was busy in the kitchen, Vil got to work kicking Grim off of his game system. The cat huffed and yowled, but quickly made his way to the kitchen to beg Yuu for a snack. Once Grim was gone, Vil got to work picking from Yuu's horrid movie choices.

Vil could't blame Yuu for not knowing anything when they first met. As the cover story went, before he spoke to them, Yuu was an extremely sheltered child who hadn't been allowed to interact with society. Their social disconnect and blank references to common knowledge only sold the lie. He remembers talking to Crewel, mildly worried of Yuu's home life and what kind of person would raise such a child.

But now he knew them better and didn't need to hold back his distaste for their movie tastes.

What he wasn't expecting was for them to drag him into these terrible movie-viewing sessions. They were at first just painful, having to sit and watch mid-tier actors do mediocre jobs. Sitting quietly as they flubbed lines or the crew barely performed their duties.

But at their first viewing session, Vil took notice of Yuu's attitude. They were open on their negative opinions of the films, pointing out the same issues Vil found and even some he missed. Before he knew it, it'd become a biweekly event of picking a terrible movie, new or classic, and ripping it apart together. Sure people could call it 'mean', an A-list movie star tearing into indie films. But they were bad films. And he was free to say whatever he wanted in his private time.

He planned on staying the whole day, so he picked more movies than he'd normally allow for a single session. He hummed a song under his breath as he started to set the TV up, a melody he heard Epel mumbling under his breath over and over. The sound of popcorn popping just barely heard from the kitchen. Soon, Grim returned to the couch, making a point to push against him just to be an annoyance, Yuu following behind him with a tray. A bowl of popcorn with a pitcher and two glasses of juice.

They set the tray down on the coffee table, Vil catching a glimpse before they shut the lights off, “Potato! Why would you make this?”

Yuu sits beside him, also shoving their shoulder into his chest in a mock cuddling position, “Shut up, Mexican- I mean- Xochian popcorn is a perfect cheat day snack! Plus I only used like half the mayo and cheese. It’s basically flavorless, just how you like it.”

Vil glares, taking a single kernel before starting the first movie, “How you’ve survived this long on your diet both amazes and infuriates me.”

Neige kept close to the walls of the dorm. There weren’t too many people walking around, almost all of them simply minding their own business. One even waved at him as they passed in the hallway. He had to pat himself on the back, his disguise was working perfectly!

His nervous walk had slowly turned into his normal skip, eyes roaming along the walls at the ornate architecture and glamorous frames of art. In his bliss, he nearly skips past what could only be the dorm’s lounge. A large seating room with multiple couches and duos of armchairs scattered on polished marble floors. Off in the corner sat an ebony grand piano overlooking the orchard of apple trees. He inhales deeply, the scent of apples and vanilla filling his lungs, with another deep breath, he can pick hints of other notes. Pinches of a flower he couldn’t name and some type of earthly produce. Neige wondered if the smell was something Vi had created or if the dorms naturally smelled this refined.

The lounge was empty, giving him the pleasure to walk and explore the place as he pleased. He took his time to inspect the couches, taking a photo now and again and wondering if he could purchase a matching loveseat for his side of his dorm room. Throw pillow in hand, he walks over to a pair of curtains, lifting them just to peek behind them. The silk pillow slips from his hands, stunned as he looks at a peacock-themed throne. Vi’s throne, the one he sat on. Neige bites his lip so hard he feared he would draw blood. Looking behind him and seeing no one, he stepped into the hidden cove where the throne sat, closing the curtains behind him and hiding from stray eyes.

He drops to his knees instantly, folding his arms under his cheek as he rests his head on the seat of the throne. It was so cozy…Smelling of fresh linens and a dash of lilacs. Nuzzling into the fabric, Neige lets his mind wander. The idea of being in the same school, the same dorm as his Vi, getting to kneel at his feet and rest his head on his lap. His nails dug into the cushion, breathing picking up as he imagined Vi petting his hair while he hummed to him.

After getting his fill, he stood up, phone raised to take a picture of the throne. A dozen photos later he was back in the dorm hallway, smiling at the growing album of photos he’d have for his digital dream board. He pauses in front of a series of photos lining the wall. He then realized it was the portraits of past house wardens, each of them hand-painted with a neutral, regal expression. Neige smiles, looking over each beautiful face. This dorm was made for Vi, a place where only the beautiful and talented could be allowed. Not only had his fellow actor been accepted but he had conquered. His steps picked up speed wanting to see if Vi had a portrait at the end of the hall.

No museum could compare to the masterpiece before him. The portrait of a younger Vi stared back at him, sitting at a 3/4th view sitting on a chair with his hands placed on his lap. His hair was pulled back, a simple updo with the ombre ends curled on top of his head. The crown Vil normally wore tastefully askew was placed on him properly, it looked so odd but still so perfectly Vi.

He looks down the hall, making sure a group of students had gone around the corner before he looks to the other side. Seeing the coast was clear, he quickly stepped closer to the portrait, leaning down and pressing his lips to the painting's hands, kissing at the smooth ivory fingers. Before he could stop himself his mouth opened, tongue peaking out to lick a quick strip against the surface. It didn’t have a taste past the hint of bitter, he wondered if Vi’s fingers tasted bitter. It would make sense, Vi worked a lot with potions and natural cosmetics, Neige would deal with the bitter taste if he could kiss Vi’s fingers for real…

"Why are we doing this to ourselves?"

"How does he just forget the name of his sister?"

"Do you hate me? Is that why you've made me a part of this cursed ritual?"

" They haven't spoken for like only a year! How do you just completely forget your sibling like this!? Did they both sustain heavy brain damage!?"

"This is the industry I've dedicated my life to…"

They were only on their second movie, but both Vil and Yuu were ready to bash the TV as a form of self-defense. That or simply weep at how nonsensical the plot was. Vil couldn’t really believe half the movies he had been forced to watch were from the same studios he had worked with. It felt surreal for him to see ex-costars acting in what were possibly the worst films ever conceived. It scared him at times- was that his possible future? Going from box office hits to acting in direct-to-disk spoof movies?

Though they joked about him being at least better than direct-to-disk, Yuu was firm on stating Vil wouldn’t ever star in a flop. His fanbase was too devout to him not to buy tickets, even if the movie looked bad. With his acting skills alone, he could at least make a flop into a cult classic.

(“I mean look at me. I love watching shitty movies. It’s even better when an A-List celebrity shows up in one. Like, it’s half the fun to figure out why they’re there than following what the plot is.”)

Vil groans at another scene, lying against the couch with his arm resting over his eyes, “By the sevens, they’re related!”

Yuu groans, snatching the bowl of popcorn from Grim, grabbing a handful before offering it to Vil, “This is genuinely annoying. Do you remember what the plot is?”

Sighing, Vil reaches for the pile of Disk boxes, grabbing their current movie before reading the summary. Mid-read he pauses, staring at the back of the box with a blank expression before he tosses it away, grabbing the remote from Yuu’s hands, “We’re starting over.”

Grim groans, having climbed over their laps to place his head firmly back into the popcorn bowl, “Why!? You guys don’t even like these movies!”

“Never thought I’d agree with Grim, but Vil this is painful I want this to end.”

Vil shushes her as he restarts the movie, “No, they’re not siblings; they’re childhood friends.”

“Wait, what?” Yuu looks between Vil and the screen in confusion, “No…We would have caught that! We would have caught that much of a scenario prompt!”

“Well clearly we didn’t, so now we’re restarting the movie with the proper context. Maybe it will actually save the film…”

Yuu groans, sinking into the couch, “This is somehow a new form of torture, I know it is…”

He was going to be arrested one day, he knew it.

Neige rested his back against the closed door, eyes looking around the room with wide excited eyes. Vi’s room. He was inside Vi’s room. He could die right now and do so with bliss.

He couldn’t tell if he was sad by seeing the room was empty, or relieved he wouldn’t be questioned by his idol and holder of affection. He’s not sure what he would do or say in his disguise under Vi’s critical gaze. Neige feared he’d either crumble and spill the truth the second the blond lifted a perfectly shaped brow, or he’d keep his identity hidden and simply tell Vil everything.

That would absolutely get him arrested though.

But Vi wasn’t in his room, no one but Neige was there to stand and exist in the space. Arms moving to hug his body, trying to hold in the happy bubbles of laughter as his eyes roam around the room. Soon he gathers the courage and pushes off the door to explore. Everything was meticulous, a place for everything and everything in its place. The only oddity was the haphazard way the bed was made. His fingers twitched, wanting to properly make and tuck the covers, he could even fluff Vi’s pillows!

Sighing sadly, he decides against it. No need to make Vi worried about someone weird being in his room without his knowledge…

Instead, he walks around, stopping at the vanity, and allowing himself a single spray of a perfume bottle’s bulb. Fingers ghosting over the color-coded lipsticks in their custom-made container, fighting the urge to use one…Vi wouldn’t notice, right? No…No, he couldn’t. Vi cared so much about his makeup, Neige couldn’t mess with something so precious to his idol.

He walks over to the bright red exercise ball, a smile on his face as he entertains the idea of bouncing on it for a few minutes. Instead, his eyes catch a semi-hidden hamper tucked into the corner. Was…oh by the seven. Was that Vi’s dirty clothes hamper?

Neige stood frozen, nails picking at his cuticles and threatening to break the skin (Don’t bleed here, do NOT bleed here). He looks from the corner of his eye, a bead of sweat threatening to slide down his face. The door was closed, he was all alone in the room with no way of telling when Vi would come back. He bites his lip, stepping closer to the basket as a smile breaks across his reddening face. He could…just for a little while…

Before he knew what came over himself, Neige had his head buried in the hamper, inhaling deep with gasping breaths. Hands braced so tightly on the edges he feared he’d actually break the material under his grip. He pulls his head out, tilting it back with a wide smile on his face as he pants, a manic laugh bubbles out of his lips.

Crunch

Neige freezes, eyes dropping back to the hamper in fear he actually snapped something. The sound happens again, from the door-

He nearly falls from how fast he turned, looking to the open door to see a boy with soft purple hair standing there. He had a nonchalant look on his face, one hand inside an oversized black hoodie with the words ‘TRACK’ printed across the front and the other holding a bright red apple with a few bites taken out of it. Blue eyes met blue and Neige had the brains to try to start an apology. Something to gain enough goodwill to explain…what he was doing, “U-um-” Oh sevens, Neige knew this boy. This was one of Vi’s friends from the VDC! He’d tell!

Epel just shakes his head slowly, his hand reaching out of his hoodie to grab the door handle, “Don’t even wanna know... Whatever the two of y’all are doing, just keep the damn door closed.”

And like that, he was gone. The door closed behind him and it was almost possible to imagine he was never even there. Neige let out a heavy sigh and felt his entire body relax, Epel didn’t seem to recognize him. He was also painfully uncaring of seeing who could only be a stranger in his dorm leader’s room huffing his dirty laundry. Well at least he left…the two…

His heart rate picks up again once he realized what Epel had said. He only needed to turn his head in a quarter turn before he saw who else Epel was talking about. There on the bed, like he was always meant to be there, was Rook Hunt. He sat on the messily made bed in a dull purple and grey plaid flannel, dark grey pants with a strap around one thigh, and mud-stained boots. Short locks managed to be pulled into a small, tight ponytail. One hand resting against his propped-up arm and the other holding an arrow delicately, a bow slung over his shoulder. Neige couldn’t even shake, he felt his blood freeze as he looked in bright green eyes.

Rook tilts his head as he taps the arrow against his crossed leg, “Don’t mind me Roi de Neige. You’ve truly been a lovely hunt for me all day~.”

For a split second, Neige let his eyes dart to the closed door then to the window before snapping back to Rook, “I-I was just-!”

“Shhhh.” Rook stands from the bed, walking closer and Neige realizes with terror the strap around his thigh was holding a knife. The blonde leans down to softly tap the tip of the arrow to Neige’s nose, “Run.”

“W-wha-?”

“Run.”

It was dark when Vil woke up, humming at feeling a heavy hand shaking his shoulder lightly. Blinking awake he sees Rook standing over him with a calm smile, his ponytail just barely contained by an elastic band, “Mon roi, It’s getting late. We should get you some dinner and then a proper bed.”

Vil sits up, stretching his arms and looking around the room. Next to him was Yuu, slumped against his side and sleeping peacefully, the bowl of popcorn knocked to the ground with a few kernels on the carpet. He clicked his tongue softly, did he have time to clean that up?

Rook didn’t give him the chance to choose, pulling him from the couch and steadying his still sleepy body easily. Once Vil was stable, Rook moved to place Yuu into a more comfortable position. Vil stifles a yawn, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and resting it over them. He smoothes down their hair, smiling when Rook puts an also sleeping Grim closer to the prefect, both softly cooing seeing the first year instantly grip the cat monster closer.

“Alright, back to the dorm, Rook.”

“Oui!”

Vil barely hisses a ‘shh’ before shoving Rook into the hallway, slipping out after locking the front door behind them. Walking back, Vil huffs and runs his hands through his hair, pulling it free from his ponytail, “So…Did you have a nice day?” He really hoped he didn’t.

“Oui! It was so wonderful. I got to shadow mon Roi de Neige all day! Such a thrilling hunt to remain outside of his eyes until I chose to pounce. It’s why I was so late retrieving you mon Roi”

Son of a- “Great, so happy your day was so fun Rook-”

Vil stumbles, feeling Rook suddenly pressed right against him with an arm wrapping around his waist. A teasing smile on his lips as a hand reaches up to tug at an edge of the yellow hoodie he was wearing.

“It has only become more magnifique seeing you’re fond of my old Savanaclaw hoodie mon chou~. I had always feared you simply threw it out! But to know you kept and made it your own has filled me with such joy!”

“...” Vil sighs, looking away from Rook, ignoring the laugh he lets out, no doubt seeing the soft blush on his cheeks, “It was all I had on short notice…”

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Five: Hug me (Or kiss me)

You and Duncan stared as most of the 'Screaming Gopher's' team jumped down. Then it got to Owen. Geoff, Gwen, and You go to the outhouses all stationed around various areas on the island. When it's your turn to go in, you start to laugh. "He's going to drown us all if he jumps. I for one, am to young to die."

Then you go back to the moutain and see he still hasn't jumped.

"We're all doomed aren't we?" Duncan whispered in your ear. "Oh most certainly." You laugh under your breath.

Then you watch as your end falls from the sky, and hits the water like a bomb making water splash all around you dispersing the campers in every which way. Duncan and you landed right by each other, his legs tangled with yours.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate water?" Duncan groaned his body shivering from excess fear he was shoving down. "Actually yes, countless of times." You laughed ruffling his hair as he pinned you to the grown smiling. "Don't touch the hair, princess."

"Yes, yeah! Who's the man?" Owen yelled from the safe zone in the water. The Screaming Gophers had won, the team cheered and you groaned. "Coward fucking Courtney." Duncan hit his head against the sand in contempt. "Be nice." You lightly punched his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" You heard Trent ask. "I think I lost my bathing suit." Owen muttered. "Ew." All the campers voiced their varying opinions of grossness.

As their prize the Screaming Gophers got wagons to wheel their boxes, but that didn't really bother you. The rest of your team? Yeah, it bothered them. Duncan kicked his, you just carried yours on your shoulders. "Lift with your back wasn't meant to be taking literally." Duncan teased you smiling as Eva and Courtney argued.

Tyler finally voiced his need to take a piss (for some reason) and suddenly Sadie and Katie had to go as well much to Eva's dismay. Luckily, it didn't take them very long but you noticed when Satie and Katie returned their thighs were a redish tint, but you stayed silent.

"Poison Ivy?" Duncan asked from next to you. "Oh for sure." You smiled as Chris asked you guys what was taking so long, lightly screaming when he saw Courtney's eye which was now pulsating.

Duncan rememebered when you both were around nine and were sent to 'Wilderness Survival School for troubled kids' and one of your teachers left you all in the middle of nowhere in a forest for three weeks without any supplies.

Bridgette began asking them what kinda plants had been around them when they had left, and she very quickly realized their mistake. "You guys squatted on poison ivy." She laughed behind her palm. "Oh no way, that's awesome." Chris laughed at the now freaking out girls.

Finally they ran into the water and you guys left them behind.

Geoff tried to give you all a 'inspiring speech' but in reality it made you realize how close you were to tackling someone. Courtney decided she was going to be the 'project' manager and yelled at Duncan almost immediately.

She put you in charge of building the motor which you did with ease. They had you build small engines at juvie a LOT and she had Duncan use his switchblade to cut the boxes open. But everyone else failed their jobs... spectactuarly.

The other team's hottub looked terrific.

Yours look like it did drugs.

So obviously, they won.

Yours had exploded the second Chris had touched it. "Well, I think we have a winner here." the host yelled. "The Screaming Gophers!" He announced their prize. "I'll see your sorry butts at the campfire tonight." He yelled at you guys.

Once it was time for dinner, Katie (or was it Sadie?) finally asked the question everyone was dying to know. "So- uh- what do we do now?" she muttered. "We have to figure out who we're going to vote off." Courtney explained her eye still swelling. "Well, I think it should be you sweetheart." You smiled pointing at her. "Or maybe the brick house here." Duncan pointed at DJ. "What! Why?" Courtney whined.

"Because, unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here with the chicken hats, and if we ever have to lift a truck I like our chances better with the big guy." Duncan bumped shoulders with DJ causing the man to smile.

"You guys need me. I'm the only one-" Courtney began to whine. "We know, who used to be a real C.I.T." Bridgette groaned rolling her eyes. "I hate to break it to you hun, no one gives a shit." You laughed at Courtney's expression. "So who would you pick?" Bridgette asked finally letting the girl speak.

"What about him?" Courtney pointed at Tyler causing Lindsay to scream at the other table. "At least he jumped off the cliff." Duncan pointed out. "Chicken wing." You chimed in causing Courtney to yell "Shut it!" At you. "Okay, let's just chill out, this is getting way too heavy." Geoff got between you both causing you to growl.

"I've had enough prison food for one day. I'm gonna take a nap, you coming Y/N?" You both stood up to go walk off but Courtney stopped you. "You can't do that, we haven't decided who's going yet." She complained causing you to groan. "I just told get why we lost, eh. They're the ones that have six girls." That made you stop dead in your tracks because there ain't no way Ezekiel just said that.

Before Duncan could stop you, you had shoved Ezekiel's face against the table slamming it hard. "What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette growled. "Yeah home school, enlighten us." Eva hissed. "Well guys are much stronger and better at sports then girls are." Ezekiel said his voice muffled against the table. "Dumbass." Duncan groaned from behind you.

Geoff saw this look in your eyes and took a step back. "Oh snap, he did not just say that." Geoff laughed putting a hand to his face. "My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh, and to help them in case they can't keep up." Eva grabbed Ezekiel by the throat pulling him up. "Still think we need your help keeping up?" She growled. "Not really." Ezekiel shrugged. "Okay guys let's give him a break." Geoff had Eva drop him. "At least he doesn't think guys are smarter then girls." Geoff explained and suddenly Ezekiel decided to say..

"Well they are!"

Duncan had to pull you off of him.

That night at the campfire Duncan sat on the bench and you sat at his feet . "Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world." He advised the homeschooled boy. "Killer bass, at camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp marshmallows represent life. You've all cast your votes and made your decision. Thee are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper that does not recieve a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest and you can't come back... ever. The first marshmallow goes to... Geoff." Chris explained the 'game.'

You weren't worried.

He went down the list of names rather quickly.

"Duncan. Y/N." Chris called out and Duncan threw a marshmallow into your mouth. You hated toasted marshmallows. Finally Chris made his last annoucement. "Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening." It was between Courtney and Ezekiel. You stared at your bloodied knuckles.

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"Courtney. Can't say I'm surprised, I saw you picking your nose, not cool bro. Dock of shame is that way." Chris pointed and for some damn reason Ezekiel looked surprised.

After the rest of them ate their marshmallows you walked back to the cabins going past the dancing gophers. You stepped up onto your cabin's steps and everyone quickly went inside leaving Duncan and you alone. He kissed your knuckles. "Your anger is a beaut everytime." He quietly teased grabbing your waist to bring you closer.

"Mhm." You laughed.

"Well, goodnight scorpion." He kissed your cheek and you fucking blushed to your dismay. "Screw you, tiger." You kissed his cheek right back and dissapeared before he could say anything. You left the 'green-haired dickhead' standing there holding his cheek in surprise.

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artzychic27 · 7 months

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Just more DC Kids stuff, but now with the Akuma Class as the kids of DC Villains/Antiheroes

Marinette: Joker

It’s a… Little weird between her, Adrien, and Rose

Wears a lot of purple

She and Zoé have a mock rivalry going on

Keeps emergency tanks of laughing gas hidden all over the school for… Emergencies

Adrien: Harley Quinn

Every bit as wild as his mom, but Gabriel forced him to tone it down… Then he met his classmates

Carries around a sledgehammer for reasons

He and Marinette sort of have a brother-sister relationship going on

As an act of youthful rebellion, he will be dying his hair pink and blue

Alya: Riddler

Runs a popular blog called “Riddle Me This” where she challenges her readers to brain-teasing mysteries and puzzles

She also enjoys mystery novels

Has a cute pair of question mark earrings

Not very fond of her dad’s fashion choices. Especially that bodysuit

Nino: Clayface

Impersonates his friends, but it’s all in good fun

Very malleable skin

He likes to sneak into the cafeteria during lunch to grab seconds

He does pottery in his spare time. No joke, his stuff is good

Chloe: Terra

Prefers to work with diamonds rather than “Lame rocks.”

When she’s really pissed off, expect an earthquake

It’s a… Whole thing with her family and step family. Reunions are kind of weird

Well, as long as she’s finding free diamonds, it’s fine by her

Sabrina: Two Face

Like her dad, she can’t make decisions without flipping a coin

Coincidentally, the left side of her face has a birthmark she’s not particularly fond of, so she hides it with a lavender half-mask

Her dad keeps trying to get her to embrace it, though. (Good dad Two-Face, because yes)

She’s got a little coin purse!

Kim: Killer Croc

Born with sharp teeth and scale patches on his arms, legs, forehead, and torso

Flaunts them proudly

Gets along well with Fang

Likes to swim around in the Seine

Max: Lex Luthor

He a genius! So, canon

Dresses all fancy and shit like a mini business man

Had dozens of robot assistants, but Markov is his favorite

Gets along pretty well with Ismael despite… Everything

Ivan: Bane

Students keep trying to get him to join the wrestling team, but he’d rather just read

Like his grandfather, he’s ready to topple the government

There’s a bit of Venom in his system, enhancing his abilities by a bit

He can and will punch someone treating another person unfairly

Myléne: Scarecrow

All she has to do is look at you dead in the eyes, and you can see your worst fear, no Fear Toxin needed

Has straw-like hair that’s surprisingly easy to style

Hates seeing the scarecrows sold at Halloween pop-up stores. It’s just so insulting

Nightmares for her are like good dreams

Nathaniel: Giganta

Actually pretty good friends with Denise

A “modest” size for him is about fifteen feet

Not very fond of Lila after the stuff her dad said about his mom

His max height is 100ft

Alix: Cheetah

Don’t let her near catnip, alright?

Has fur on her forearms, thighs, and has catlike eyes

When she’s growling, don’t get near her. That’s how you lose a finger

Has a necklace made of the fangs of predatory animals she established dominance over

Rose: Poison Ivy

Her skin has a slight green tint to it whenever she uses her powers

The school’s local perfume dealer

She and Adrien became step siblings after their moms got married, and are loving every second of it

Is always giving flowers to her gorgeous girlfriend

Juleka: Catwoman

She’s the only klepto in class now

Grows her nails long and files them to a point

Shares Chloé’s love of diamonds

Dresses in a lot of leather

Lila: Doctor Psycho (Yeah, I’m including her)

Constantly using her powers to create all sorts of discord amongst her classmates

Has her dad’s temper, so she doesn’t rely too much on her lies

Always messing with Nathaniel

Alya absolutely hates her with a burning passion

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #dc comics #dc villains #mlb au #dc kids #random au #headcanons

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koifishart · 1 month

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>5<

Lazy Saturday morning. At least that's what it looked like with some. She had her hands full since morning. As dawn, right after breakfast, she braided her hair, jumped into a comfortable, pleated skirt, a slightly looser T-shirt with a collar, tied the strings of sandals on the wedge, threw a leather backpack over her back and went out to do errands. Her father's departure was approaching, so she had to do some of the most practical things, because he, in the heat of urgent matters, organization of transport and the like, did not have time for it. She had to organize a lunch for him, a few handy things so that he would not forget anything. After all, he was a serious smuggler, he couldn't be fooled, especially since he was representing HANAYAMA. It made her stress even more. Probably quite right. Slowly she started ticking off items on the shopping list. There were a few last ones left, including a leather travel bag, because the present one was torn ... She wondered where she would find things bulletproof enough to keep her father from being disposable. It is surprising how easily a product made of thick cowhide can be damaged. On the other hand, his trips are not holidays. She stopped in the last second before colliding with a tall, broad-shouldered blond man dressed in a light purple jumpsuit. He was standing with several others, and the metal plates and chrome motorcycle engines gleamed beside them. Yeah, the Tokkoutai gang just needed them. She must have had an ambiguous face, or just her bulging goggle combined with a bright blush on her face was badly received because the guy didn't look pissed off. On the contrary, and she didn't like it very much.

- Miss, it would be good to be careful at your feet! - he laughed as the men beside him blocked the way. - But I understand that my personal charm has blinded you ... Maybe you can be persuaded to a little trip out of town?

PERSONAL CHARM! She almost laughed. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't the type. Not enough to be blinded by anything other than the headlight of his motorcycle that gleamed like a dog's eggs in spring. She had to get out of this ASAP.

- Thanks, but I'm busy now. - she replied, waving her hand lightly. - Besides, my boyfriend wouldn't be happy about it.

- Guy's not the problem! - he laughed, and in the tone of his voice she sensed that he would gladly attack him with his fists. - You know...especially when you can be with a MAN...

In an instant, he was absolutely sticky and slippery. She definitely didn't have time for guys like him.

- Still...NO. - she replied, clenching her fist instinctively.

- It wasn't a request, Honey. - he growled, tugging at her arm.

He's gone too far! Without permission, he violated her private sphere! She flexed a muscle in her trapped hand, readying the opposite leg to strike. She was about to take a sudden high kick when a luxurious black Mercedes pulled to a stop beside them. She knew the car. The tinted rear window slid all the way down to reveal the face of a tall, scarred man with glasses sitting inside.

- How is it that you show up at the most interesting moment, Kaoru? - she asked surprised.

- It looks like I'm lucky. - He replied calmly, then turned to the blonde. - Chiharu, leave her alone until she has washed you into a sour apple.

- Ah ... er ... yes, Hanayama-san! - the biker said, straightening himself like a string.

- Drop you home, Hanabi? - He asked. - It will be on my way.

- Thanks, I have something else to do. - she replied with a radiant smile. - I can do it myself.

- See you then! - the man replied.

She waved goodbye to him as she watched him drive away. Involuntarily, for the first time, she thought it was fun to have a guy like Hanayama. Nice, well-mannered, he doesn't impose himself. She turned to the accompanying motorcyclists. Since Kaoru knew them, it looked like they belonged to his group... or something similar. The faces suggested they were in severe shock. In their place, she would probably be too.

- Girl, you know who that was ?! How could you speak so directly ?! - The surprised blonde threw, as if he had completely missed the fact that the boss called her by name. - You don't know who Hanayama-san is ?!

- I've told you I have boyfriend. - she grunted, glaring at him.

It took a moment for the visibly rusty gray cells beneath the lush hairs to jump into the right track. He paled, so he must have reached the correct conclusions.

-What ... er ... you ... - he muttered, then straightened again as if on cue and ordered his men. - Make the transition! Lady wants to go!

She tossed her hair nonchalantly as she walked briskly beside them. What's left on the list? Certainly a travel bag, a new cotton or silk shirt ... On the way, she will stop for bubble tea, because why not. A nice touch of the day, like a bowing motorcycle gang, has to be celebrated.

>>><<<

Everyone needed a moment of rest, and although sometimes he felt that it would not do much, he would go out with the most trusted people to the pub to cut himself off from THIS world. They ate, drank... the rest might not exist. Once he wanted a different life, he had to stick to what his fate had prepared for him. The light in the tunnel appeared at the most unexpected moment, from a completely unpredictable side. He was going to stick to it tightly, as if life depended on it. He wasn't sure if it was love, he didn't consider it in such terms. Oh, she is up, not ugly, completely embraced, brave, he liked her, perhaps even with reciprocity... so why not? It wasn't quite his nature, but he needed a little change. He was sipping another sip of iced bourbon when he heard the phone ring. He looked at the display in surprise, and answered quickly.

- Hi, Kaoru... - he heard a sluggish greeting.

- Something's wrong? - he asked supriced.

A moment of silence answered him, broken by bursts of laughter and the clink of glass beside him. She sighed heavily.

- I hear you're busy. - she murmured.

- Small trip to the pub. - he said calmly.

- I will not bother you. All in all... I wanted to hear you, that's all. - She replied as if with a slight laugh. - Have fun.

She hung up. She didn't sound very happy. He had a bad feeling, but he stifled it. Since she wished him a lot of fun, it probably didn't matter much.

>>><<<

She had not felt such a void for a long time. She cleaned the whole apartment, looked through the fridge, did the shopping, ironed the uniform, prepared dinner for the next day, and the next one, she marinated her beloved chili, washed the clothes lying in the basket, even the curtains! She shook the pillows out of boredom, also managed to do her summer homework and read the book. She searched the Internet, not really knowing what she was looking for. Finally she bathed, collapsed on the floor in the living room, in baggy shorts and a T-shirt, wondering what would happen if she tried to repair the cracks that had formed in the ceiling over the years. How about repainting a room? Or polish the floors? Crochet? She would have thought even longer if the doorbell had not blown her out of her thoughts. She glanced briefly at the clock. It was approaching 10PM. She opened it completely without thinking. She grew dazed seeing the person on the other side.

- KAORU?! - she squeaked in surprise.

- Can I come in?

- Er ... y ... yes, come in.

Fact, she called. In the end, she stated her own stupidity, it is obvious that the yakuza boss is BUSY. When he has time, he contacts himself! And she, like a minor brat, has frills! So what he was doing in her house, up to one hour of conversation? She led him into the living room. She completely lost her sense and reason.

- Would you like a cup of tea? - she said, turning slightly on her heel.

- Your phone worried me. What happened? - he muttered, looking at her searchingly.

- No big deal...seriously. You've been unnecessarily bothering you, sorry. I just wanted to chat, even for a few seconds, about the weather. - she murmured, sitting on the floor in front of the armchair and resting her head on the seat. - Father went away for two weeks. Slowly the first day passes, and I have done EVERYTHING that I planned for his absence, even more. It's summer vacation, I quit contract killing, I have no one to talk to. I feel like I'm going crazy ...

- So, you call me? - he asked, taking off his jacket.

- You were the first person that came to mind. I did it automatically, impulsively, without even thinking you were 99% busy. I'm sorry... - she sighed, tucking her legs up to her chest, hiding her face.

- It's just a drink! - he snorted.

- PLANNED, I suppose. I hate getting on someone's schedule. Especially for you, because I know that your life is not easy. - she replied, then smiled. - Go back to them, I'll be fine.

- I've had enough, I'd rather keep you company. - he muttered, putting down his glasses.

After a while he was sitting next to her, his face closer to her. It was just like the first time. She clearly smelled the male scent, warm perfume, expensive alcohol and smoked cigarettes.

- What's with your nanny? - she laughed.

He took out his phone from his trouser pocket and hurriedly rang. The call was answered very quickly. He didn't take his eyes off her, which made the blood in her veins pulsate faster and faster. Again, with a gentle but firm movement, he turned her face toward him.

- Kizaki, don't wait for me. I disappear for a few days.

He hung up and tossed the phone on the couch nearby. She hadn't expected this to happen, although she really missed it, surprisingly much. She let him kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then slid her finger down his tie and unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt. Moments later he was taking it off and she could see the fragment of the great Otokodachi* tattoo placed on his shoulder again. He pressed her against her muscular torso, rolling up her thin T-shirt and sliding her shorts down with the other hand.

- You could quit smoking. - she said.

- Useful for reducing excess stress. - he muttered, running the tip of his nose along her neck.

- I thought you got me for that. - she whispered, biting his lower lip.

- Too rarely...

- Can't be changed? - she asked, choking on his lips.

He stuck his tongue in with ease again, doing what he wanted with it. She had just noticed how she craved him. She could say what she wanted ... she missed his company. She missed that muscular bear every time. She barely noticed that the clothes were far away from them. She didn't care a bit. Especially since she clearly felt both big hands, surprisingly delicately pressing her hips.

- Have to. Necessarily. - he said, digging into her body.

Not only did he make her a long moan, but also a single tear that ran down her cheek. He slid her to the floor. She couldn't help but feel even better than before. He moved confidently, rewarding, or rather the additional sweeteners this madness kisses.

She woke up at sunrise. Warm golden rays lay right on her face. She was back to him, covered with a sheet, which was dry on a nearby bench, and it looked as if it fell, pulled by one of them or dropped by shocks. She didn't quite remember the details of what was happening, but she felt great. A muscular paw weighed slightly on her side, and a huge hand was placed near her face. Finally, she could take a closer look. Each finger was adorned with numerous small scars, as were the metacarpals with surprisingly bony knuckles. She turned toward him. The eternally licked hair was touched by a bit of wind and energy. The curls were arranged in all sorts of weird directions. He looked like he was going to sleep a long time, so she slipped out unnoticed to arrange breakfast. Hurriedly, she threw off the shorts and t-shirt. She wondered for a moment what she could do. The only thing that came to her mind was the memory of her childhood. She loved when her father was preparing for such a lazy mornings omurice. Lightly fried omelette with vegetables, chicken, and rice. One of her favorite dishes from a time when there were more than two of them at home. She efficiently cut and marinated the meat in spices, chopped the onion, a little carrot and spinach, measured the right amount of white grains, and after a while she fry everything in a pan, pouring soy sauce. She put the stuffing on the plates, wondering if it would be enough for such a huge guy. She felt warm hands on her hips as she started on the second omelette. A moment later, he pressed his head against her shoulder and kissed her cheek, hugging thin stomach. She glanced at him. Judging by the passages she had seen, he only concealed what the manners required. Besides, he was naked and unfettered.

- It smells delicious... - he muttered in her ear.

- I hope you like omurice. - She smiled as she laid out the eggs on the rice with vegetables.

- Very.

- Then sit down at the table.

It was nice to eat in his company. He was pleasantly surprised by her culinary skills, although in truth the dish was not particularly advanced. She was glad that she could please him. The idyll was interrupted by the hammering on the door. She frowned, instinctively turning her head in the direction of the sound.

- Expecting someone? - He asked.

- No, but you'd better get something on your back. - she replied, standing up and running her hand over his shoulder.

She walked briskly to the entrance. She had to be ready for any eventuality, attack from any side, any number of opponents. She opened door and was speechless to see a woman in a fashionable blouse and knee-length skirt, without pardon, walk past her and burst into the living room, clapping her thin heels.

- MUM?! -she groaned loudly.

- I heard that father left, so I came to check if the apartment is in working order. - she said, not even looking at her daughter. - We will give you kids in some time, you will not sit alo...

She broke off in mid-words. She noticed him, which was actually not difficult. Barely in the aisle between the kitchen and the living room, a muscular man, all scarred, wearing only fundoshi** and an unbuttoned purple shirt, adjusting rimless glasses on his nose, bowing respectfully to her. Hanabi couldn't help but take this opportunity. She just had to be really careful not to burst out laughing.

- I've told you that I have boyfriend. - she said quite naturally, stepping over and wrapping her arm around his waist. - That's Kaoru, mum.

- Nice to meet you, ma'am. - he said in a low voice.

The mother resembled a fish washed ashore. She alternately opened and closed her mouth, clearly wanted to say something, but she didn't quite know what. Finally she pulled out her phone and dialed the number hurriedly. She did not play culture.

- DID YOU KNOW that YOUR daughter is at home with her boyfriend?! ALONE?! - she snapped into the receiver.

- Of course I know! - she heard in response. - Hanabi is almost adult, she has the right to freedom. Besides, I'm busy.

He hung up, much to her apparent disapproval. She glared at them, then ceremoniously turned on her heel and left, slamming the door. The brunette locked the apartment, then returned, snorting and laughing with joy.

- Thanks to you, I got her out of my head for a while! - she laughed.

- A lovely person ... - he sighed, watching her approach him.

- Ever since she left my father, she thought he was raising me badly. According to her, I am... - She thought for a moment, gently hugging his massive hips. - ... "unreformable, indecent wild lesbian." As if that's something bad or so. Yes ... I guess she thought I didn't hear her reproach him for it in anger. At least she knows now that I am the most ordinary, boring heterosexual orientation. Thanks!

She guessed that the image of her mother that had formed in his mind was probably not flattering or nice, unfortunately that was her life. She returned to the kitchen preparing a few items for dinner. She didn't like to cook several times a day, preferring once and properly if possible, so as not to wash up for half a day. She really wanted gyoza and sukiyaki. If she had been alone, she probably wouldn't have been cooking these dishes, but since she had company, could use it. She was chopping another batch of vegetables when he returned to the kitchen. Still unbuttoned, hugged her waist again.

- Your father really knew? - he asked quietly, gently rubbing his thumbs around her cross-section, arousing sigh of relief.

- No. I didn't plan anything ... but we have a small, unwritten pact for his departures. - she replied calmly, offering him a sliced carrot. - I can do what I want under two conditions. First: I don't do stupid things. Secondly, the father is to be able to return to the house he left behind, not to destroy as after the explosion of an atomic bomb.

She fry the ground beef for dumplings briefly, then dropped it on a plate to cool it down. Ignoring the temperature of the dish completely, he ate some of the meat, which did not escape her attention.

- Save something for dinner! - she laughed.

- I can't help it, you cook great. - he snapped in response, then sighed blissfully. - I really like your company.

- I don't see a problem if you come by more often. I can even cook for you! - she said, turning to him.

- I wasn't going to give it up. - he muttered, taking her face gently.

She blushed up to her ears, felt her skin sting. It was the sweetest thing she'd heard from him, at least so far. In addition, he was looking at her with such an angelic face that she could melt.

- Did I say something wrong? - he worried.

- Exactly ... very well ... - she whispered, gently brushing the clearly defined scarred cheek. - ... my bear.

She amused him with a term that suited him very well. He was smiling. Big and cuddly, like a huge fluffy teddy bear. Such a brutal bear that can smear the opponent on the asphalt. A stubborn lock of hair fell from behind her ear into her face, obscuring visibility. He took it gently and set it back into place. Metal clinked near her hair. Well, she forgot about them completely. She put them on automatically for the holidays.

- Earrings? - he wondered, rubbing the row of silver horseshoes and so on, along the entire length of the turbinate. - Somehow I never noticed.

- I always wore transparent jewelery to keep teachers from clinging. - she explained with a slight shake of her shoulders. - You probably haven't seen a tattoo either ...

She turned her back to him and pushed it away slightly, rolling her T-shirt up and sliding her shorts to expose her loins. She felt the fingertips of his fingers wandering across the fresh drawing on the skin - a rainbow Koi carp against the backdrop of Sakura's branch diverging in two opposite directions. A pleasant shiver ran through her. Just like the first night they had together, when he ran his fingertips down her spine. She twisted again, revealing the pelvic bones and the fragments of wood that ended at the symphysis pubis.

- Eighteenth birthday gift. - she said, sitting down on the kitchen counter.

- You know Koi carps are said to aspire to be dragons? - he asked, putting his arms around her hips and pulling her slightly closer to him. - Suits you...

She felt big thumbs catching the hem of the shorts on the elastic. Moments later, she was hugging his massive neck and sliding down purple shirt, kissing a muscular bear.

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*Otokodachi - Man standing up; tattoo made for all male heirs of Hanayama family, starting with Yakichi Hanayama, who was escaped from robbers by brave man who was killed for a child. Thanks to him, Yakichi decided to make a tattoo with his invincible pose;

**Fundoshi - is the traditional Japanese undergarment for adult males, made from a length of cotton.

#hanayama kaoru #fanfiction #oc x canon #fanfic #baki the grappler #kaoru hanayama #yakuza #+18 content #+18 or +adult only #adult fanfiction #baki hanayama #baki dou #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #baki headcanons

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hinatastinygiant · 6 months

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8 | Scorpius

Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

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A few nights later on one of your shifts at the club, the security guard calls you over during your shift. You approach with a mix of curiosity and caution. It's not always a good thing to get called over for some security reason. However, you're completely taken aback to see Kita standing there.

"Hey, what's going on?" you ask, your voice tinted with a hint of uncertainty. "I'm not offering you any services," you add quickly, worried about what he might think.

"What? No, I'm not here for you... That. I mean... uh," he stutters. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"It's okay, it's fine. What are you doing here?" you then ask him.

"I heard about the guy from last week. He got banned, right? And... uh, I was wondering if you were doing okay."

"I'm fine," you reply, forcing a smile. "I'm glad he won't be coming back, though."

"Oh, that's good," he says, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Hey, do you want to get a drink?" you then ask him.

"You don't have to-"

"It's okay, I'd like to catch up," you smile at him.

As you navigate through the crowd, you notice a faint smile tugging at the corners of Kita's lips. A rush of warmth fills your body, and for the first time in a while, you feel safe.

Once the two of you have your drinks in hand, you lead him to the lounge where it's less crowded. With each step, you find yourself drawn to the comforting silence between the two of you.

As you settle onto the couch, you ask Kita how his week has been going.

"Oh, not much," he shrugs, his voice slightly raised to compensate for the music. "We're still really busy with the wedding, though."

"Ah, right, I was invited," you laugh, trying to break the tension. But quickly, your expression changes when you see your manager eyeing you from across the room. You know if he doesn't see money in your hand soon, he'll pull you away from Kita. "Is that why you came here?"

"Yeah, I thought we could just talk," he says, his eyes locked on yours.

"Thanks," you grin, "but I have to make sure you're actually a paying customer."

Kita's expression turns a bit confused as he watches you place your drink down on the table in front of you and place your knees on either side of his legs.

"It's alright," you smile. "If I don't act like I'm doing something, my boss will get pissed," you explain.

"That's a little sad, isn't it?" Kita asks.

"I guess so," you shrug, "but it's for the good of the business."

"If you say so," he replies, not sounding too convinced.

"Hey," you then ask him, "have you ever gotten a lap dance?"

"I'm not twelve," he smirks, and you can't help but giggle.

"I was just asking," you say. "You don't seem like the kind of guy who would."

"Why, 'cause I'm boring?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Not exactly, but maybe because you're shy."

"Well, then you'd be surprised," he says, reaching his hands up your bare legs and settling onto your hips.

"Really now?" you smile.

"Mhm," he nods, leaning his head forward so his mouth is by your ear. His warm breath sends shivers down your spine.

"Are you always like this?" you whisper.

"Sometimes," he shrugs.

"And when are those times?"

"When I'm with someone I'm attracted to."

"Hmm," you hum as he guides you to sit on his lap, "interesting."

"Y/N," he then murmurs, his eyes dark.

"Yes?" you whisper back.

"I have to ask you something."

"Okay."

"Can we go somewhere? Like, not here?" he asks as though he had just changed his mind about something.

"Of course," you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. "My shift's almost over. I can meet you outside in fifteen."

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After your shift ends, you quickly change and meet Kita outside the club. The air feels cool against your skin as you step out onto the street, the distant hum of the city enveloping you. Kita leads the way to a nearby bar, the street lamps casting a warm glow upon the sidewalk.

Inside, you slide into a booth and Kita takes a seat next to you, his body pressed up against yours. His eyes lock with yours and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking. But, after a couple of drinks, you completely loosen up. Laughter spills from both of you, the worries of the past few weeks washing away.

"Kita, do you remember when we first met?" you giggle, taking a sip of your drink.

"Of course," he nods, his cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol.

"What did you think of me?" you ask him, curious.

"I thought you were really pretty," he chuckles, running his fingers through his hair.

"Did you really?" you smile.

"I did. And honestly, I was kind of surprised you even talked to me. I mean, we weren't in any of the same classes or anything."

"I just wanted to get to know you," you shrug. "I didn't care about anything else."

"Well, thanks. I'm glad you did," he smiles.

"Me too," you nod, returning the smile.

"Hey, uh, what did you think of me?" he then asks you.

"Hmm," you hum, pretending to be thinking.

"Come on," he laughs, "you must've had a thought or two about me."

"Well, you seemed like a really kind person. I saw you once, helping out an older lady who dropped her bag. You were picking up her things for her. That was really nice of you," you chuckle.

"I did?" he laughs, shaking his head. "Shit, I don't even remember that."

"I guess I'll just have to remember it for the both of us," you giggle, before realizing how cheesy that sounds.

As the hours pass, the hands on the clock inch closer to 2 a.m., and the bartender signals the last call, signaling the end of the night's fun.

"I think that's our cue to go home," you sigh, glancing around the bar.

"Probably," Kita agrees, his expression shifting. "Let's go," he says, grabbing your hand.

You both step outside, a sigh leaving your lips as you gaze up at the twinkling stars above, a sight you hadn't realized you'd been longing for. You try to avoid meeting Kita's gaze, an internal battle growing within you. You can't deny that the feeling between the two of you is real, but the last thing you want to do is ruin this friendship.

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marichild · 2 years

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evil babies; markhyuck.

— "Why, my favorite hyung! I didn't know you thought of me that way!"

—an excuse to write hyuck being a little shit and mark being annoyed.

—fluff, canon compliant, side nomin bc yes | word count: 1816

Mark does not think that Donghyuck messes with him without knowing exactly what he's doing. He's Lee Donghyuck. Yes, he's practically a baby—an evil baby. An evil baby, one who is very capable of evil things.

Like the time the kid actually tried to read his credit card number. It's not as if Mark thinks that Donghyuck will ever use those numbers in an unlawful way—but privacy, you know? And we'll ignore the fact that Mark found the way he was smiling his tiny small innocent I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about smile and bouncing his legs underneath the table the picture of adorableness. We'll also ignore that if it were not for his makeup, he might have gone visibly red. Donghyuck does that to him.

"Be back soon," he says to a half-asleep Yangyang and Doyoung, heading through the company building. They've finished recording one track for the new album, and waiting to begin another, which...may be a while, since most of the members have scattered out to do whatever.

Why Mark himself is slipping away from Yangyang and Doyoung? He's looking for Mr. Lee Donghyuck, who hung around for a while annoying the hell out of Mark just because he'd been bored, and then ran off with Shotaro, who wanted to ask him about something—and took Mark's phone with him.

In all honesty, he probably took it accidentally, as he'd been poking around Mark's contact list and making fun of his names for the members. Then he'd been browsing for something on the Internet, mercifully giving Mark some peace and quiet, leaning comfortably against him as he typed, scrolled, and tapped. Mark let him have it, as Donghyuck's phone died an hour earlier.

Then Shotaro had asked to speak with Donghyuck, and he'd gone off, taking Mark's phone with him. Mark had resolved to stay and wait until he returned, but it's been a half an hour already, and he wants to text his mom (he promised her of that). Also, he's bored.

He hears a voice around the next corner, and promptly crashes into Shotaro himself, who's a little more than distracted and lost in his thoughts, it seems. "Ah, sorry, hyung!" he yelps in a panic. Mark laughs and shakes his head.

"It's fine, Taro-yah," he smiles. "Have you seen Donghyuck? He has my phone."

"I think he went that way?" Shotaro points towards the end of the hallway. "Why does he—"

"He has my phone? God only knows. He just took off with it." He gives Shotaro another friendly smile and scurries off in the direction he'd pointed out. He doesn't actually have an intention of murdering Donghyuck, but the fact that he's still not here yet is very much and very easily pissing him off.

Mark stops short again when he sees Donghyuck leaning against the wall and staring at his phone with wide eyes, his ears faintly tinted red. "Yah, Lee Donghyuck!" he yells, running forward and grabbing his phone away. "What are you doing?"

He glances down at his phone and his blood kind of runs cold. It's one of those dumb tiny notes he made in his note's app, just a few lines, but it's incriminating enough of his feelings and thoughts that he turns completely red and starts to speak squeakily but it kind of dies in his throat halfway up.

"lee donghyuck—what is it about him? he's beautiful and brave, bold and daring. why is it that I think about him so much? why do I want to know what it feels like to hold him close and love him?"

By no means is it poetic or pretty verse; it's just him thinking through his hands. He doesn't know what it means that he looks at Donghyuck and sees a kid close to his own age that in the years they've known each other, he's come to adore more than any of the members; not that they'll have to know that.

He sees a pretty boy who laughs a lot, who messes around a lot, who seems to take personal pride in messing with his members; the same boy who once sidled up to Mark and whispered, 'you're my favorite hyung, just so you're aware,' the same boy who holds hands with Mark in the dark and under the tables and under covers and in a heartbeat whenever he can—even if that heartbeat lasts only a heartbeat.

The same boy that cuddles with him when he wants to; who's listened to Mark cry hard and rant even though, as the oldest of NCT Dream he should have had a better handle on himself those three times. Lee Donghyuck listened, advised and comforted, then bounced right back to being annoying, but they'd been closer in a different way after that.

So—Mark lied. He does know what it means when he looks at his dongsaeng that way. He's too aware that he has feelings for Donghyuck. He feels too exposed, knowing that somehow, somewhere along the line, he's fallen hard for the younger boy, and that Donghyuck knows. He knows. He knows.

"Donghyuck," he begins, sounding weirdly calm, but inside, he's on the way to a full-blown freak-out. "I—hey!"

Donghyuck swipes the phone out of his grasp and steps back with a cheeky smile. "Why, my favorite hyung," he coos, apparently over his embarrassment, "I didn't know you thought of me that way!"

Mark flushes red. "I'm—you weren't supposed to see that!" he exclaims, lunging for it, but the younger's expecting that and dodges. "Give that back, Donghyuck!"

"Hm...no," Donghyuck takes several backwards steps, prompting Mark to follow.

"Come on, hyung-ah! Are you going to admit it or not?"

"Admit what?"

"That you're in love with me!" Donghyuck's cheeky grin only grows.

"It's written right there, idiot!" Mark flushes further, breaking into a run. Donghyuck cannot actually run backwards too well, so he pivots and runs with light footsteps ahead of Mark, all the while giggling like he's lost his fucking mind. "Donghyuck, get back here!"

"Nope, I want to hear you admit it first!" he calls back.

"You're impossible!" there's no way Mark's going to admit how much he likes Donghyuck out loud. Hell no. "What are you even going to get out of this?!"

"Bragging rights!" he grins over his shoulder. "Besides, don't you want to kiss me?"

"Shut up!" Mark gasps, mortified, because it's true. "Don't say things like that! You know how it is with the inter-group relationships—strictly friendly!"

"Aw, but don't you want to be like Jaemin and Jeno?" Donghyuck asks. "All bold and fearless because they love each other and all?"

"Wait—what?" Mark shrieks. "They're together? What?"

"Yep! Ever since last year, I think. They've been keeping it a secret, I found out by accident. Don't you want to kiss like them?"

"Lee Donghyuck, I swear to god—"

"You know how my heart feels, you and I are free right now," he sings part of Dreaming, just to annoy Mark. And make a point. "So come on, hyung! Tell me in clear words!"

Mark pours on his speed, wondering why he's even doing this. He can just easily leave and ruin Donghyuck's fun. He can also just admit it and kiss Donghyuck or whatever. Except that his pride will not allow that. He's a man with—

Donghyuck stops short and pivots again to face him. Mark barely manages to stop in time to prevent their heads from clashing and his hands fly out to grab Donghyuck in an attempt to steady himself. Donghyuck's hands latch around his arms, helping to stabilize. And the only thing that Mark can think of? The fact their faces are so close, their noses barely brushing, and this is highlighted by the fact that their heights are about the same, the difference being barely a centimeter or so. Mark is also immediately able to tell that this was, in fact, Donghyuck's plan all along, the little brat. And the phone is still in his grasp, the edge digging into Mark's arm.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" he whispers. "Don't you love me?"

Mark sucks in a breath, unbalanced by their proximity. "Too much," he breathes. "Too much, Donghyuck-ah. When I think of you..."

"And there's the confirmation I needed," Donghyuck smiles, this time more genuinely, and he wastes no time in closing the gap between them.

Mark flinches just a little, but he closes his eyes and lets Donghyuck guide the kiss. They're both very inexperienced, but the fact that this is happening at all is unreal enough. He has an odd feeling that he should be the one leading, but what the hell. Donghyuck's probably been dreaming of this twice as long as he has, if he thinks about how long ago that he told Mark that he's his favorite hyung. Besides...maybe he shouldn't be in charge of some things.

Donghyuck pulls away long enough to flash Mark a bright, cute, triumphant and entirely too smug smile for his liking. Then, before Mark can say anything, he says, "are you aware that we've been watched for a while?"

"What?" Mark pulls away from Donghyuck and whirls, going red when he sees both Jaemin and Jeno, both of staring in openmouthed shock. Jaemin's shirt is a little messed up and both of their heads of hair are mussed up, lips still reddish and swollen. Definitely post-kiss, so the little brat is actually right. They've also apparently forgotten their own state as they're staring at Mark and Donghyuck like they're from a different planet.

"Guys," Mark squeaks. "What are you doing here?"

"Returning from a making out session, obviously!" Donghyuck chirps. Although Mark's gone red and cannot hide his embarrassment, Donghyuck is acting so nonchalant that one would think he's not embarrassed at all. Except that his ears are red.

Jeno throws him a glare, Jaemin matching it with the same level of ferocity and warning. He giggles and hides behind Mark, saying, "aw, come on, don't be like that! You guys aren't the only ones in love!"

"Right," Jaemin says, giving Mark a long look. One that says, 'you are going to be giving me a talk later.' Mark doesn't mind. He has to get this whole thing out of his system. "Well...we should be getting back..."

And Mark does follow, dragging Donghyuck along by the hand. But it's not a stern or warning hold; it's a firm and gentle one. Donghyuck's giggles sound like music to his ears at this point, no longer annoying.

Okay, so, in conclusion: Donghyuck is an evil baby capable of very evil things, but he's also the baby who kisses Mark like everything he's ever dreamed of. Mark's baby. He doesn't care how weird that sounds; it's their little endearment now.

Maybe evil babies who tease you aren't so bad after all.

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absolutely no regrets at all. I didn't specify the time period but this is during the shooting slash recording process of the universe era lmao. since my other markhyuck fic has the infamous plot holes (shotaro & sungchan's dorm thing) I was like. I need to write smth where it doesn't not make sense. Also, because I wanted to a flip of their roles in that one HAHA.

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #mark lee #haechan #nct donghyuck #nct mark #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #fluff #humor #markhyuck #canon compliant #fanfic #fanfiction

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sturnioloobessed · 5 months

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I Say Whatever I Want.

Matt sturniolo x fem reader.

Summary-The reader will say whatever she wants to anyone and wont let anyone disrespect her,matt,a complete stranger to her has to drag her away from the person she was arguing with.

Reader is purple

person she is arguing with is pink

Matt is blue

I poured my self a full cup of vodka,i wanted to get fucked up tonight,I’ve not been like drunk drunk for ages

It was a halloween party,i was in a short black dress with tights which were tinted black but see through with black Louis Vuitton heels with my matching Louis Vuitton bag,i had a fluffy black halo on,smokey eye look and my hair was curled i was a fallen angel to be honest it was last thought costume.

I wasn’t in the mood at all,my friend ditched me and didn’t even come to the party i was so pissed.

What the fuck some girl just fuckin’ dirty looked me amd laughed to her friends what is her problem.

Oops sorry,slut..

She fuckin’ pushed me and throw her drink onto my shoes and my legs.

What the fuck is your problem you stupid bitch?

I pushed her back,i was so mad the fuck is this girl’s problem.

I say whatever i want..

I do whatever i want..

I suggest you shut the fuck up before i smash your face in you stupid blonde bitch

The cheering got louder as more people crowded,shouting.

Yeah,i dont be givin’ no fucks (not one)

I’d love to see you try

This bitch being foreal? I started taking out my hoops and getting my hair tie but someone stood in front of me shooing everyone away and telling the girl to go away.

Are you okay?hello?

hm?im fine,why would you stand in-front of me!

‘Cause im not havin’ people fight at my party,especially girls they do it all the time.

hm k whatever

I walked away,sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling through my phone.

Hey why’d you walk off hm?

Needa air why else?

oh oh okay then..

He put his hands up in defence,sitting next to me.

Thank you though actually,i shouldn’t been trying to fight someone drunk

He chuckled looking at her as she scrolled through her phone.

Mhm didn’t want your pretty face to get hurt ya know.

He nudged her shoulder softly as she giggled putting her head against his bicep.

your such a goof,your cute though not like ehh he’s cute i guess like he’s cute cute.

He laughed at her putting his arm around her.

mhm kid whateves,your cute aswell..erm

She huffed before finishing his sentence.

Y/N,ma names Y/N .. And youu?

Matthew,but its matt i dont like being called me full name.

She just hummed in response tiredly,slowly closing her eyes.

She heard the buckled of a seatbelt open as she was lifted softly out of this car seat,fast asleep,knocked out from the amount of drinks she had.

She was set on a bed as she woke up abit.

shh its okay just get undressed you can change into one of my hoodies and my joggers if you want? just that dress looks uncomfy to sleep in and i didn’t wanna leave a drunk pretty girl alone.

oh oh okay thank you.

She quickly got dressed and tucked her self under the covers tiredly yawing,she felt the other side of the bed dip as the light switched off.

Matt..

Yes Y/N

Cuddle me please

mhm, come here.

She snuggled into his embrace her head on his chest with his arm around her waist and the other one under her head.

Night Y/N

Mhmmm m’ight matt..

He chuckled kissing her head as they both drifted off.

The End.

Hope you enjoyed!!

Fetus matt 😍😔

#Spotify

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years

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Hello! I have a request for you on Boten!Sanzu xFem!Reader. What would the arrival of their first child be like? please.

Cat Eyes (Part 1): Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: mentions of NSFW themes

masterlist

"Ten toes stayed down, real hustle..."

Sanzu inhales the smoke from his cigar as he fiddles with his cards. "Royal fucking flush," he states, laying the cards down on the table and eliciting groans from his companions. "Pay up, bitches."

Money slides from every side of the circular table toward him, and for a brief moment, Sanzu feels more powerful than he ever has. Even when he was on cocaine.

"I'm just poppin' my shit, nah, I ain't braggin..."

Sounds of the elevator coming up the shaft stop the conversation and everyone looks towards the doors. They only ran for a select number of people, and none of them were supposed to be present tonight.

At first, no one can see the figure covered in shadows emerging from the hallway, but once they become clearer, backs stiffen, mouths droop from their smiles, and Sanzu puts down his cigar.

"Well, well, well... look at what the streets delivered to me." The look in your eyes is resolute but Sanzu doesn't mind that - he's seen girls like you walk in there and demand more of him than he's willing to give before. You're no different than the rest of them.

"I need to talk to you." Sanzu puckers his lips, then puts his cigar down and cocks his head at the others. They follow his unspoken words and leave the two of you alone in the massive room, allowing for the silence to overtake the rap coming through the overhead speakers.

Sanzu examines your figure. You look like how he left you: beautiful, with a tint of flush to your cheeks, even a saucy gaze that turns his loins to mush. He'd taken some part of you that night he hooked up with you, though. Perhaps the innocence or the timidity was gone; perhaps it was the way your perfectly manicured nails dug into his skin that made him remember the feeling as his cock sank into your drenched cunt. Fucking tight, too. Maybe it was because he knew you'd be back, begging for more.

Or maybe it was--

"I'm pregnant." That's it?

Sanzu reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his billfold, ignoring the money on the table. Yes, he keeps it in his back pocket. Only a fool would dare rob him.

"How much?" He begins to lay out multiple￥10,000 bills, making soft grunts as he counts out each one. "You're only a few weeks along, so this should cover it." Sanzu pushes the stack of bills across the table, the stack joining the various others around the wood circular furniture. You take one look at the money and curl up your lip.

Sanzu raises his brow, letting the money sit on the table. "I'm not giving you any more than that. Guess you could spend the extra on some ice cream or whatever. But I'm not funding your fucking shopping spree."

Your hands find the table in an instant and instead of slamming them against the wood, you tip the other side up suddenly, sending cards and cash flying around the pink-haired menace. Fuck.

Sanzu doesn't show it, but his heart speeds up as he feels the items sliding into his lap and around his feet. You're pissed.

"You fucking asshole!" you shout, and Sanzu straightens up, mouth closing in a thin line. He's never pulled a gun on a woman ever... but this might be the first time. This might be the first and last time. "I don't want money for a goddamn abortion," you continue. "I want you to do what's right!"

"What's right?" he chuckles, scars spreading as he casually lays his arms around the back of the booth and crosses his leg at the knee. "Should've thought about that before you slept with a gangster, kitten." Something flashes behind your eyes and his next thought is:

How are your hands so fast?!

In the next second, he's holding his face and hissing, feeling the scratch of your nails along his face. If he ever needed a gun, it was now.

"I can't put my hands on you and you know it," Sanzu grumbles. "But I will--"

"You won't do shit," you hiss. "Step up, Haruchiyo. That's all I want from you." That's the last thing he hears before you walk out, your shoes tapping against the polished wood floors.

As he sits in the mess of paper money and playing cards, he feels his fingers relaxing, every digit coming free of the pleather his back is resting on.

And for the first time in a long while...

He feels. He feels something he hasn't felt in a long while.

And every bone in his body resounds with the same noise: the sound of his startled, yet thoroughly amused laughter.

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Ding-dong.

Sanzu looks down at the notecard in his hand and clears his throat. He tries to recite the words Ran wrote down with certainty, with seriousness, with clarity. But the words seem so foolish now. Couldn't he just say what he wanted to say?

"Say the wrong thing and you've got a nasty set of scandals on your hands," Ran had muttered, shoving the card towards him as he stepped out of the door. "And I'm not losing her dad's spot in our pocketbook." Ran shut the door in his face and Sanzu was left to figure it out. Fuck those lawmakers, he thinks, recalling the stupid, ugly grin on your father's face in the picture of him and Ran shaking hands at some dinner. Always trying to make my life more difficult.

Keyword: trying.

Hence why he's standing at your door, shivering in the biting wind. Sanzu resolves himself to deal with the problem, to finish this thing once and for all so you could get off his back and into the lap of some rich guy whose name didn't start with an S. Or an R. Or an M. Or a K. Or a T. Or any letter, for that matter.

"What do you want?" Your voice comes through the door as clear as a bell, and Sanzu crumples the notecard in his hand, hiding it.

"Can we talk?" Sanzu wonders, smiling to no one but himself as he tries for an enticing voice. He drops the notecard to the ground, effectively trashing Ran's plan. Oh, well.

"What was that?" The tone of your voice is inquisitive, but Sanzu tries to divert your attention.

"Can I come in?"

"No." The door opens suddenly, and Sanzu's heart leaps into his chest when he sees you standing in the doorway, looking so comfortable in your pajamas and a t-shirt. You point at the piece of crumpled paper behind him. "What was that you dropped there?" Before he can answer you, you step around him and pick it up, uncrumpling it.

"'Contingency plan'," you begin. "Step 1: Be Nice. Ask her to reconsider her choice. Mention something about a baby being the last thing an independent woman like her needs right now. Be nice. Think of the press. Think about her father's reputation if this little secret gets out. Be. Nice." Sanzu shakily takes in some air. "This is what you think can get me to abort your baby?" Your fingers rip at the paper and you scoff. Sanzu almost follows you inside, but you kick the door closed.

"I really need to talk to you!" Sanzu exclaims.

"I really don't want to hear it," you shoot back, throwing the bolt. Dammit, he needed the dumbass notecard to figure out his next steps. Shit.

"I'll... I'll step up," Sanzu hurries out, feeling pressure creep into his spine and lace down each and every joint as he leans against the door. Even though it's cold outside, he can feel the sweat and fear grow with every moment of you rejecting him ticking by. "I'll help with the baby, just open the fucking--"

The door creaks open, and your beautiful eyes peek out at him curiously.

"What'd you say?"

"I said I'll help, dammit," he pants. "I'll help. I'll help." You shut the door. For a second, Sanzu panics, but when you reopen the door fully, his breath catches in his throat a second time.

"Well, why didn't you say so sooner?"

#sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev smut #sanzu haruchiyo smut #sanzu haruchiyo

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passmethatcokezero · 2 years

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hows vernon in bed??

Idk but Vernon... i feel like I vibe with him on this (as if he's gonna vibe with me 🥲🥲)

Vernon may be the type to not have (penetrative) sex so often to not lose the sweet, euphoric sensation.

has a number of playlist for different moods in his music library ;)

...cos he definitely needs music to sustain his rhythm when he gets too engrossed; part of it, he wanted to distract your neighbors from the free entertainment.

one time his work in progress suddenly blasts through the speakers right when he was about to get into his release so he had to cover your ears as he stretches you out.

"Ah sh-shit." his thrusts were getting erratic; he's close. "I'm coming, baby." he was exhaling hard as his shaft creates an inhumane friction against your walls. "oh yeah? haa~" you gasped as he hit the spot multiple times with a force so powerful you were seeing stars in the middle of the day.

"what the-" he suddenly slows down, a bit confused if he should stop or not. "shit, shit, shit." the music transitions from The Weeknd to a series of beats and strings you have not heard once from his “Quickie Fixins” playlist. "ah, fuck it," he mumbles as he covers your ears softly, as he kisses you hard as he goes on; anyway he had to go back immediately at Jihoon’s to revise something right after he’s done with his “loosening out.”

would always start passionately. but would end with anything you least expected.

likes (giving) foreplay and would GIGGLE every time you seem so pissed yet enjoying it;

would be too impatient if he’s the receiving end that he’d whine so much he’d hold a grudge and open it up right after

loves toys, or anything new and would always be open to what’s trendy nowadays

would actually research for various positions while on the heat of sex

Prefers friction over force

does not believe in top or bottom / submissive or dominant titles. he believes anyone can be both depending on who’s needy or has the urge, or completely feeling it

would give you A N Y T H I N G you want.

as long as you do to him, too.

“more, huh? can you take it?” there were tears in your eyes and the vibrator was too generous of its magic, yet you wanted more. “yes, please.” he nods at your plead, turning the power up to what, you lost track now. your moans reached a higher pitch, volume so loud you tried muffling them with your arm although Vernon was quicker to halt the action - he wanted you to let it out. “let me hear those moans baby, they’re music to my ears.”

would mimic your moans to tease you from which he’d earn a playful slap

PLAYFUL YES THAT’S IT, he loves it playful

You got that privilege to enter his studio anytime just to makeout when he perhaps requires his members a pair of shoes to enter outside business matters (i.e just to chill) lol

eating :) you :) out :) is :) a :) hobby :)

“ah, babe, k-keep it down, please.” you whispered when he slurps you so loud, it echoed throughout the room. your legs were almost squishing his head. he was just too good, his tongue might have been his most ripped muscled yet in his entire body. “ssh... t-the others might hear.” “then they hear it, i don’t care.” and proceeds to enjoying his dessert on bed.

would watch any kinds of p*rn with you like no big deal (he’s very selective tho; he never picks anything that were beyond his morals)

loves fucking you from behind

game for a threesome ;)

“what the fuck?” you had just had your release above him, but it seemed like the idea already had your core going crazy. you heard it right, he just suggested a threesome as a birthday gift, even telling you that his friend is on the way to your place. “no, i-i’m okay, Vernon... I’m...” red has tinted you all over, blushing of his totally unexpected offer. “ah... i thought you’re gonna like it, you were totally down for it when we were watching that video yesterday. should have consulted you first, my bad.” there was a hint of disappointment on his voice but nope, you’re not gonna let him down on your special day. “alright, babe. no, come let’s have it. i mean, it’s your surprise for me so... i’ll take it.” you assured him with a smile and soft kiss on his lips. “you sure babe?” you moaned yes on his mouth as you slowly regained your rhythm as you feel him grow once again inside you, excitement already sending electricity to your spine.

sexting after a tiring schedule and have no time to meet you as he got another schedule early tomorrow

hall of famer on cockwarming challenge cos he always wins over you

Cliche but would finger you when watching movies or series after a really heated scene you'd forget about the episode

Did I say he loves toys?

Likes to lick your ears

Advocate of safe sex!!!

ALWAYS the one initiating cleanup, and he can never let you clean by yourself. I just think he's very tidy, especially if he fucks you in his studio

#vernon #svt vernon #seventeen #seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #svt imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines #replies #shit you know that giggle part i can actually hear him?!?! gosh #and you cant convince me otherwise this guy would introduce a new toy every time a new one is out in the market #i dont think he has some weird kinks tho but anything about his someone can turn him on i guess #he is a simple person always a simp for his s/o #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #ask lee #for some reason i feel awkward to tag his real name when i do fine with all members #hes a chill and fun person overall with a unprecedented sides to him #loves to surprise you but could not be elaborate nor dramatic about it hahaha #okay ill stop here #anonymous #thank you anon!#this has been sitting on my drafts so here ya go #lee imagines svt

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Have you ever done..

Middle blocker dick analysis? 🙌🥺👉👈 I love this series more than I should teehee 🤫

ohhhh this is a good batch there are so many,,, bless you for requesting it, and also, i’m very glad to hear that you’re liking this series!!!

pls my search history is so weird rn <//3

other versions: haikyuu captains dick analysis, haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu setters dick analysis, jjk dick analysis

middle blockers done in the captains version: kuroo tetsurō

HAIKYUU MIDDLE BLOCKERS DICK ANALYSIS

hinata shōyō

okay the thing about hinata is i think he’s a grower!! like i firmly believe so. so maybe he’s 4.3 when soft, but it’s so satisfying gripping him so firmly in your hand and feel him harden and grow to like 6.2 inches. and it’s actually pretty thick too, like it’s a fat cock, you know? i feel like i need to answer this question with him too: does the carpet match the drapes? yes, it does. he does in fact have ginger pubes, but they’re like wayyy darker than his hair, so it’s nearly brown you know? can’t believe i just talked about some fictional guy’s pubes. he also doesn’t shave, but will trim sometimes, just to maintain it. dark pink tip and tan, flushed shaft, super veiny surprisingly!!! feels so nice when it’s in your mouth omg!

tsukishima kei

skinny penis skinny penis skinny penis. long but skinny. penis. it’s maybe 6.7 or 6.8 inches, and it does not curve at all. like he loves to sit somewhere like a couch or chair and just spread his legs for you, and his dick is stiff against his stomach, staring condescendingly down at you. bright, kind of pale pink tip, and pale shaft with only a few prominent veins. is he clean shaven? is he not? depends, which would piss you off more? also not a lot of his partners paid attention to this, but once you discovered that his balls are hella sensitive, you could not let that go. it’s his biggest, biggest weakness. just suck on them or squeeze and toy at them while sucking him off and he makes the cutest noises.

suna rintarō

definitely has a big dick. have you seen how large timeskip suna is? he is packing, i know it. he’s like 7.2 inches, nothing less and nothing more, i stand by this. head is so fat, and his dick is so hefty and heavy in your hands, like so heavy. i don’t know how else to describe it, it’s just so firm and sturdy to hold. very dark pink tip that it’s not really pink, you know? more of a color fading into his own skin color. his shaft is a little bit darker than his skin color. idk it’s just a very aesthetic dick, so pretty ngl. also it curves to the left, like slightly, but it’s noticeable. actually clean shaven, because yeah he’s lazy, but he’s very adamant on taking care of himself and making sure he’s clean, you know? have to mention that he loves to sight of you fucked out resting your head on his thigh, a mess of cum everywhere and his limp cock near you <333

matsukawa issei sincerely apologize for going off track w this one

holy fucking shit. holy shit. do i even have to? he is top 3 biggest dicks in haikyuu. he is so big, so fucking big. he’s definitely like 8.3 inches? and so much girth too? it’s literally a struggle taking him in. i think he actually was insecure about it for a little bit just cause so many people would back out of sex so quick when they saw his dick. at first it was flattering, but then it started to genuinely bother him. he’s definitely not gonna force anyone to do anything they’re uncomfortable with, and he understands cause it yeah it is big, but damn can’t a guy get his dick wet? :( do i have more to say about this? yes, but i choose to shut up. his dick is so gorgeous though, dark red tip and tan shaft, so so so veiny, and a happy trail from below his belly button to his trimmed pubes. breeder balls <333 such big balls <333

tendō satori

he’s definitely definitely 6.8 inches, skinny but long, and is so fucking good at what he does. like insanely good. the first push inside of you feels insanely good, just cause the way he has you, the way he’s pressing inside of you, the way he’s filling you up so well, the push of his hand against your lower stomach. yes, exactly. he’s very clean shaven, for the aesthetic i think, more than the convenience. pale, smooth shaft with no too harshly prominent veins (when he’s hard there are two very obvious ones) and as you approach the tip from the base a deep, red flush starts, darkest at the slit. is really into cumplay so, do with that what you will :)

haiba lev

7 inches. this himbo. my god. he knows his dick is long and also doesn’t know it, you know? like he has a concept of size, but also, at the same time, he keeps wincing whenever he enters you too early and you’re too tight like,,, what were you expecting? i think he just underestimates himself, you know? it’s a nice dick though! flushed shaft and a tip of similar shade, but slightly brighter. he shaves because he got so scared he would never get girls if he didn’t shave, poor baby </3 extremely sensitive all over, the shaft, the tip, his balls. everywhere. he came so early the first time you had sex omg. but when you’re giving him a hand job and you press and massage at the slit, he does a literal entire body shiver.

yamaguchi tadashi

apparently yams’s official position is middle blocker (aside pinch server), or at least that’s what wiki says. i’ll do him anyways! i really really really wanna go with yamaguchi having a big dick. like idk why but it’s satisfying to think about the fact that he might be bigger than people make him out to be, but i won’t go too overboard i guess :( he’s 6.5 inches, proportionately thick and long. it has the prettiest dark red tip, and it looks beautiful when his own face is flushed red just <333 dark tan shaft, and kinda veiny! he doesn’t really know whether to shave or not, but he tried it out once and preferred it so now it’s the norm for him!

hirugami sachirō

pretty dick pretty dick pretty dick. like such a bright, bright pink at the tip, and a pale shaft with a few veins!!! it’s honestly more cute than anything. not because he’s small! he’s like 6 inches, or 6.1, but it just. it’s cute, okay? he has great orgasm control surprisingly, and it’s so impressive. his dick just looks so kissable when it’s drooling and leaking so much, just the tip is so glossy and the shaft is so wet and slippery, and he literally ascends the moment you suck at his tip. clean shaven for sure for sure! he just prefers it that way, you know?

meian shūgo

fat dick fat dick fat dick. such a fat dick. thicker than it is long, maybe 6.5 inches? very girth-y, very veiny, breeder fucking balls, like he cums so much it’s insane. tan shaft, and a golden tip with the slightest flush tint. curves to the right!! and he’s not very clean shaven, but like it’s well maintained enough not to be bothersome you know!!! his favorite favorite favorite part is watching the way you stretch around him like he purposely doesn’t prep you exactly as much as you need because he wants it to be a bit of a tight fit. anyways :)

aone takanobu

another one of our monster cocks <3 he is just so. sweet though. like it took forever to convince him you actually were ready to take him because he was in denial that he’d fit, and it really was a very, very tight fit. he’s just big, length and girth wise. probably 8 inches??? like genuinely????? for a good while at the start he wouldn’t even push himself all the way in :( very pale shaft, veiny but it’s not dark veins, you know? and a very very bright pink bordering on red tip. clean shaven, of course he is???? considerate is his middle name are you kidding!!!!

kindaichi yūtarō

something about him says 5.2 inches and i don’t know why or what or how. he was so clueless on how to use it for the longest time, and he’s extremely sensitive too so that didn’t help his case. but honestly kindaichi is very giving, in the sense that he learns how to pleasure you very well, with his dick or without. golden light tip, and a light tan to the shaft. relatively veiny, and it curves to the right too!!! tip becomes really pink when he’s hard and leaking precum. also he trims very often and very well just cause he’s weirded out if it’s completely bare!

the saga continues 😼 hope i didn’t miss anyone and that you all enjoyed this, mwah <3

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xtrasauce · 3 years

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now this is probably because he’s starting to grow on me - but i’m having some MAJOR thoughts (both sfw AND nsfw) about hawks and his wings right now and what it all means for you, beloveds. hear me out:

- they shimmer in the sunlight. yes they are this brilliant vermilion hue, but when the sun hits them just right...there’s this gold tint that bounces off. it’s not blinding, thank goodness, but it’s almost like when you see gold accents on clothing? that very soft, elegant shine. it leaves you breathless whenever you see him flying around the city because he’s this blur of reds and golds and the setting sun is simply incomparable to his beautiful he is up there in the sky.

- he loves to wrap wing(s) around you! now i know this is a given, but think about it: how intimate and protective is that gesture? you could let on the slightest hint that you’re cold and then all of the sudden you are delicately draped in his red plumage if you happen to be nearby. shit, hawks could be asleep next to you for all you know - if you’re cuddled up next to him, he will somehow instinctively wrap a wing around your frame. oh...but do you remember that time? when you were chased around the city, terrified of a man who had wouldn’t leave you alone after you’d gotten out of work. every corner you turned, he was on your tail and you’d texted keigo, hoping for a miracle that he wasn’t busy (yeah right). you were beginning to lose hope, fear racing through your limbs and you desperately searching in your bag for anything you could use as a makeshift weapon on this guy behind you. you weren’t paying full attention when you bumped hard into a solid wall of muscle. immediately your vision was blinded by black, yellow and plenty of red - the soft caress of feathers caging you in and covering your body from the guy’s line of sight. you looked up to find a very pissed Hawks giving a lethal glare to the man who has now stopped dead in his tracks. it read something beyond just protection for a civilian, it was almost...possessive in nature. “you’ve got about 5 seconds to run,” he warns. it’s laced with anger, and the promise of an arrest regardless if he leaves or not. upon the stranger’s quick exit, you relax against his wing, which you can actually feel is tufted to about twice it’s size, the reason you imagine is due to Hawks’ upset. your face flushed as you softly thanked him - words that rewarded you with his lips pressed to your temple “you’re safe now.” the comfort of his wing truly did make you feel safe...but there was something about how his golden eyes turned almost to honey in color and the the way his wing pushed you close to his chest that made you feel...claimed.

- they shake. let me clarify: you ever got a good stretch in maybe after a nap or in the middle of the day when you’re trying to shake off how tired you are? same thing here - except when Hawks stretches, his wings will literally vibrate and ruffle out. the sound is very similar to a rattlesnake when they shake all together, and for people not expecting it, it might momentarily scare them (he tries not to do it around large public places if he can help it). oh but it doesn’t end there. it happens in a separate occasion as well. picture for me if you will:

your legs are wrapped tightly around the waist of one winged pro hero, your hips: being repeatedly reconnected with that of your lover above you. “Keigoo” you moaned breathily into his ear, your nails clinging desperately into his shoulder blades. the coil in your stomach was close to snapping, Hawks knew it - felt it even. “that’s it, pretty birdy, let go for me” he purred into your neck, sloppily placing kisses there. the moans you sung into the air were music to his ears and fuuuck he wasn’t going to last. your hands traveled up, weaving into his golden locks. “Kei, please, ahnn, i’m- !” and then you tugged, a sharp gasp sounding as you came undone underneath him. the quick pinch of your grasp on his hair was all it took, and suddenly the rattling of feathers quivering against one another echoed throughout the room; Hawks’ hips slammed down into you, hisses and curses slipping between grit teeth. his shaking wings came to a full stop as they stretched completely out in all their glory, wingspan at maximum, followed by his voice roaring into your shoulder. slow, deep pumps spilled every drop of his seed deep inside of you. in the midst of your afterglow, he would cover you in those same feathers, gentle and warm, keeping you close to him. his wings would commit your frame to memory, the red fringes delicately caressing your curves. the combination of his loving words in your ear and the soft touch of his wings surrounding you would always make you feel so loved and wanted.

#whew this was long sorry #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #hawks #hawks smut #comfort #keigo takami #takami keigo #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #lemon

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odetojeons · 3 years

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Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? — Jeon Wonwoo

request: a lil drunk reader × possessive wonu angry sex pls

tags: fem and brat!reader, dom!wonwoo, edging, semi-public sex, angry sex, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), a tiiiiiny bit of light degradation and spit kink, unprotected sex (stay safe), wall sex (oh yes you read that right), a whole lot of dirty talk, JEON WONWOO IN A CROP TOP BYE, established jeon wonwoo x reader

a/n: this took me a whole fucking day to write it 💀 i think my soul left my body on the meantime and now i’m just a spirit,, but i love this so much, pls, possessive wonu is one of the biggest moods ever 🥵 also i’m sure i made a lot of stupid grammar mistakes that i didn’t realize even after proof reading it, so you’re just gonna,, pretend you don’t see those :)) i hope you enjoy, i made this with all my heart JDJSJDJS

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You know very well you’re being annoying and petty today.

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You both have been on this damn party for a while and you tried to get Wonwoo to leave and fuck you for at least five times now. You tried dirty dancing on the dance floor; nope. You tried sitting on his lap when he was talking to his friends; nope. You even tried to make out with him; but it only had lasted for a few minutes.

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It had you even more horny and angry. And that is never a good combination when it comes to you.

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But can people really blame you when Wonwoo is looking that good? You have been making a great amount of effort not to stare too much at Wonwoo’s abs peeking from his black cropped shirt, the sharpness of his V-line more visible than it should be legally allowed — it’s bad for your poor heart after all. But you do a poor job of hiding how the whole outfit affects you, because Wonwoo was looking and he had this known glint swimming inside his eyes and it’s got you licking your lips.

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But still, he didn’t do anything.

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Well, not until you used your last resort.

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Your mind threw back to the memory of Wonwoo’s big hand resting on your inner thigh earlier when you were sitting in his lap, the veins in the back of his palm tracing a dirty path up to his forearms. And there’s always a strength, even a possessiveness in the way he holds you, his other hand squeezing a little hard against your waist, grip tightening every time someone stares at you for a second too long. There’s something so raw in the way he acts, like it’s almost unconscious, and it turns you on without a doubt.

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No matter how you looked at other people and tried to rile him up, Wonwoo still remained in his stupid composed behavior, this little acts being the only proof of his jealousy.

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But not tonight. Tonight you were going to make him snap, no matter what. You were gonna make him fuck you rough and fast and give you as many orgasms as you wanted.

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Oh, but you were so wrong. Things totally backfired at you.

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You started by going into the dance floor again, after a few shots of some liquid courage. Swaying your hips at the beat, you tried your best to throw sultry looks at where he was sitting — manspreading, your brain unfortunately added, because he looked so hot doing that — in one of the sofas, eyes set on you like you’re the only thing that he could ever look at.

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You smirked, pleased with his reaction, before proceeding with your plan. Hands reaching forward, you touched the shoulder of the first guy you saw in front of you. It doesn’t take long for him to turn around and smile. He seemed genuinely nice, so you felt a little bad for using him to make your boyfriend jealous, but when you looked at him the guilt disappeared in two seconds.

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His head was hung low, eyebrows frown and fists clenched in where he supported his arms on the sofa. You winked at him and clearly saw how he seemed to almost visibly snarl at your teasing, knowing very well what was your intent with all of that; Wonwoo looked at you like he was about to consume you whole in front of everyone just to prove who you belonged to — and you felt your legs tremble at the idea of that.

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It was a game to see who would give in first; you to your frustration and horniness or Wonwoo to his possessives and jealousy. You couldn’t stop staring at him, the both of you shooting daggers into each other, especially when you turned your back to the guy and swayed your hips obscenely for him.

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But it was when he put his hand on your waist and glued his lips to your ear that things started taking a turn of events; in the next second, Wonwoo was standing right beside you. The air grew thicker quickly, and your breath was knocked out of you at the sight of your — very pissed off and very hot — boyfriend looking down at you.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Wonwoo’s voice had rang through your ears, loud enough to make you mewl softly even through all the music going on in the background.

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“Dancing?” you asked with fake innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. Wonwoo groaned, grabbing your wrist.

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“Um,” the guy from before started. “I think I should be going now?”

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He waited for an answer, but you and Wonwoo were too busy looking at each other intensively to even care, so he cleared his throat and left.

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“Let’s go,” he stated simply, pulling at you through the crowd so you both could go outside. You giggle a little when you trip on your foot, a bit tipsy with the shots you took.

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And that’s how you find yourself currently being guided until you were both right in front of his car. Your mouth opens, ready to make a clever comment that would surely rile him up and give in to what you want, before he turns around and gets all over your personal space, so suddenly that the words get stuck in your throat. The scent of his cedarwood cologne invades your lungs, sending your mind into a little haze.

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“What were you thinking, letting another man touch you?” Wonwoo says, voice rough and firm, lips pressed into a thin line like he was still holding something back.

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And you don’t want him to.

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“You took too long, and I have needs,” you retort, stepping up into his space too, not wanting to back down even when the sight of Wonwoo’s dark, dark eyes bleeding with lust made a very noticeable shiver run down your spine.

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“What kind of need would even make you want to rub yourself all over someone else that—” he stops himself, closing his mouth before groaning, annoyed. You smirk at him, knowing what he was going to say.

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All over someone else that isn’t me.

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“Hmm, let me see,” you giggle, face centimeters apart from his, your breaths mingling with each other. “A need to get fucked hard, for starters.”

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The intensity of his gaze growing exponentially dark wipes the smile off your face in seconds. You try not to gulp when he scoffs, taking one messy step back when he takes one further.

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“So that’s what this is about?” Wonwoo questions, tone suddenly mean and sarcastic, and there’s heat licking and pooling at your lower belly faster than you expected. His deep voice never fails to leave you trembling. “You’re so desperate to get railed that you couldn’t even wait to get home before throwing yourself at some random dude.”

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Your cheeks tint red in shame and arousal, realizing this wasn’t a question. It was an affirmation, like he knows exactly how horny you are, and you try to remain composed. You are not going to give up until he loses it.

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“Maybe,” you say, a single finger trailing through his torso distractingly, and you don’t even try to hide your hunger when you look at his abs peeking from behind his cropped. Wonwoo’s face hardens at that, and you smile internally in victory. “Why? Are you jealous, baby?”

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He laughs, throwing his head back, but it only serves to make you even more satisfied. That’s exactly the reaction you expected him to have.

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“You’re drunk,” Wonwoo answers instead, and you think it’s endearing how he denies so hard that he’s not possessive.

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“Nope,” you press your finger in his chest again, but he doesn’t even buge from the place. Fuck, that’s hot, you think, licking your lips and watching Wonwoo’s eyes zeroing in the action. “A little bit tipsy? Yes. But drunk? Not at all.”

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Suddenly, you back away, trying to ignore the way your body protests against the lack of warmth, the lack of Wonwoo.

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“So if you’re not jealous, then you wouldn’t mind me getting off with someone else, right?” you trail off, feeling proud of yourself when he looks at you like you just made something emerge from the ground with psychic powers.

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“What?” he asks, tone furious, and you jump a little in place with the intensity of it, but soon recovers with a pout.

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“I mean,” you start, acting like you’re not saying the biggest stupid thing you could ever think of saying, shrugging at him. Of course it was all a lie, there’s no way you’ll ever want someone else other than Wonwoo. “You’re always telling me to wait and wait and wait, so if you’re not that jealous, then maybe I should get someone else to fuck me when you can’t.”

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Wonwoo moves so fast your brain takes a time to understand what he just did; in a second you were standing with your glorious bratty attitude, the next you were pushed against the car, one hand squeezing your jaw tight in place and the other holding your wrists behind your back. His bigger and broader body pins yours against the door, and you have a hard time breathing now.

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Now that’s a way to sober up.

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“No,” he grits out, sounding more like a growl than an actual word. Your heart is hammering like crazy against your chest, and you gasp softly when he pushes your jaw backwards until the back of your head hits the car, neck exposed for him. “No one should be allowed to touch you like this. No one but me. No one.”

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Then Wonwoo bites the juncture of your neck and shoulder, so hard you think the mark is gonna be there for days. You moan at that, hips kicking and shocking with Wonwoo’s.

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“You know nobody could fuck you like I do,” he says, sounding smug but also dead serious, and this cocky side of his during such moments never fails to make you wet.

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You inhale, reuniting the fight there’s still in you. To be honest the only thing that makes you still retort back is the alcohol. It gives you a special ability of not being able to shut up.

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“I guess someone else will have to fuck me so I can believe you.”

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You watch his demeanor change instantly at that; shoulders tensing, jaw clenching and predatory eyes — Wonwoo kisses the breath out of you. He sucks at your body lip, licking at the seam of your mouth, and you gasp, mouth parting and his tongue slides against yours. There’s a hot flash rushing all over you as your body pulses with want; Wonwoo has always been a great kisser, capable of surrendering you putty in his hands.

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He kisses you again and again and again, as if someone might take you away. He kisses you like he wants to carve his identity in your soul. He kisses you so messy and hungry that your teeth actually clack and the sounds of your lips dragging roughly and tongues rubbing against each other fills the air around you.

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Wonwoo can probably taste the alcohol, if the way he moans is anything to go by.

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It is dirty, lewd and so fucking hot you feel the fight leaving your body momentarily along with your breath, lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. There are a few tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and you don’t even realize their presence, but then, and only then, Wonwoo pulls away. He bites at your lower lip one more time, a lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths for a short while before it breaks.

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“Seems like you suddenly forgot who’s name you scream when you’re getting railed,” Wonwoo tells you, voice poisonous and labored breath caressing the skin of your neck. “Should I remind you?”

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“Y-yes,” you moan out, enjoying the proposal, but it only serves to make Wonwoo scoff.

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“I think you need to learn how to respect me first,” he says instead, and there’s butterflies swarming together in your belly, chest still heaving for air.

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“Will you punish me if I don’t?” you retort, staring him right back in the eyes.

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Wonwoo growls.

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“You better shut the fuck up before I make you regret,” he says, and you feel a shiver rocking so bad on your body that your hips collide into Wonwoo’s, his half hard cock pressing against your stomach. The feeling makes you moan.

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“Why would I?” you ask, trembling voice giving away how much this all affects you. “I want this.”

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There’s a bit of silence before you continue.

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“Make me regret.”

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“Fuck,” Wonwoo groans, biting on your neck again, this time so far up that you won’t be able to hide it that easily. “So needy you can’t even think about anything else other than having a cock drilling into you.”

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Wonwoo kisses your moan away, sucks at your bottom lip until it’s swollen. Then, he puts three fingers in your mouth, like he’s telling you to shut up.

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Wonwoo turns his head to look down at your shuddering frame trapped between the side of the car and him. You don’t look up, too focused on sucking at his long fingers, but when Wonwoo starts to move his arm that was occupied by your mouth, you stir, and look up to meet his eyes.

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They’re dark, with a glint in them you could only recognize as devious and wicked and so so so mean. It’s the same glint he gets when he’s about to deal out a punishment, or tease you enough that you believe it’s a punishment. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, and a bead of sweat drips from your eyebrow. You wonder what you’ve got yourself in for the night when you both get home.

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As if on cue, answering your arousal hazed thoughts, the hand that was slowly doing a dangerous path down your body settles itself on the front of your pants. It’s heavy on your clit, and you can feel Wonwoo digging his fingers into your entrance. You barely have the sense to react, and even if you could, you reminded yourself you weren’t home yet. Wonwoo now has his hand groping your pussy in public.

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Your face flushes a dark red at the realization, feeling humiliated and embarrassed under Wonwoo’s grip. If someone were to see, they’d get arrested for sure. Wonwoo’s hand has a strong grip on your clit, fingers quickly slipping past the thick fabric of your denim jeans and lace panties so he could press the pad of it against your naked and wet folds.

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You whine quietly, and now that the hold on your jaw has been set loose, you nestle your face further into the crook of Wonwoo’s neck. With a grip on Wonwoo’s jacket, you feel him angling his head so it rests against the top of your head.

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“Wait, f-fuck, someone might see us!” you whisper-yell at him, but Wonwoo only hums and steps in closer. Your chests are flush together and he towers over your frame easily enough to hide you between him and the car. “Wonwoo—”

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Your sentence gets interrupted by your own moan when he presses a finger inside of you. You quiver, legs trembling, and you let the realization that Wonwoo is about to finger you publicly sink into your stomach. You know that the streets are deserted and there’s not one single soul around there since it’s so late, but the thought of it still has you gasping.

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“Wait? But weren’t you the one complaining about me making you wait all the time?” Wonwoo bites back, tone mean and unforgiving when he fucks his finger inside of you. He sounds almost angry and it’s making you so damn horny. “Earlier you were looking at me with such a hunger. I bet you were thinking about me fucking you in front of everyone, weren’t you, baby?”

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You moan because yes, that was exactly what you were thinking. His hand lets go of your wrists when he adds another finger inside of you. It burns a little, you think, but enjoys the pain as your arms fly up to circle around his neck and pull him closer. Wonwoo goes easily, mouth finding yours and fingers fucking inside you in a way that has you squirming.

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He soon gives attention to your neck, kissing all over it before sucking a wet blotch against the skin right underneath your jaw. Wonwoo pulls away, looking at it for a while like it gives him some sort of feral satisfaction to see you bearing one of his marks.

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“Wonwoo, I’m n-not—” your words break off into a whine, struggling to form sentences. “Not— g-gonna be able to hide the, ah, hickey i-if you suck it that far up.”

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“Good,” Wonwoo says, and his mouth finds your neck. You scratch his scalp when he sucks again, this time harder, his arm coming to help you up when your legs give in. “Want everyone to know you’re mine. Only mine to fuck, to breed, to love, to cherish, to make you my little slut.”

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You throw your head, back arching off of the car and mouth opening to let a high pitched moan scape you. Wonwoo then adds another finger, the third one, and gyrates them so hard inside you you actually feel like you’re seeing stars, figuratively and realistically — the night sky above you is adorned with a few of them.

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“Acting like a brat and riling me up like that, this is what you wanted, isn’t that right, princess?” Wonwoo spits out, lips pressed into a thin line as if he’s getting more and more angry at his own words. “If I didn’t stop you right there, would you have continued dancing with that dude, huh? Would you maybe have made out with him?”

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You try to answer, maybe tease him back again, but you can’t even form a coercive sentence. The only thing you can do is hold onto Wonwoo like your life depends on it as he fucks you furiously with his fingers, and take whatever he’s willing to give it to you.

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“Do you think he could finger you like this?” Wonwoo says poisonously, hand squeezing at your ass hard enough that you think it’s gonna leave the print of his fingers. “Think he would have a bigger cock than mine?”

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He ruts against you as if to prove his point, hard and so fucking big it has you breathless. You know how your boyfriend is well-endowed, know he could make you feel him for days after a good fuck and your mouth salivates. Wonwoo presses the pad of his fingers in your sweet spot, jamming against it without pulling out with quick movements, and you feel like you’re going insane.

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“Since you put a lot of effort into being a fucking brat today, I will give you what you want, sweetheart,” Wonwoo laughs a little, almost as if he’s mocking you, and your whole face burns in pleasurable humiliation. “I’m gonna be rough. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast against every surface of our house, gonna make you scream my name so everyone knows you belong to me, gonna use you, make you my little ragdoll and dump you full of my cum until you’re all heavy and swollen with it.”

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“Wonwoo— your f-fuck, fucking dirty mouth, ah—” you thrash in his grip, nestling your face further into his neck and he knew, he knew all along what was your intention with the way you were acting, and you hold tight on his hair, hearing him growl when you pull at it. “I’m gonna come. Gonna cum s-so fucking hard, fuck—”

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“I’ll make it hurt,” Wonwoo warns, his lips ghosting at the shell of your ear and hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, brings goosebumps all over it. “But I’ll make it feel good.”

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The pleasure builds quickly and you throw your head back with a loud moan, orgasm almost hitting you like a train.

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But then, everything stops. Wonwoo pulls away, fingers slipping out of you and he wipes them in his jeans. He then goes through his pocket and grabs the car keys, the familiar beep sound echoing through the empty streets when he clicks a button on the key chain, and it’s got you completely dumbfounded.

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“Come on, get in the car, baby,” Wonwoo states simply, like he didn’t just make the best orgasm of your life ebb away. Frustration sinks deep within your bones and you groan, turning to look at him like he just committed a war crime.

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“Why did you— why did you stop?” you question, heart almost jumping out of your chest and you feel like you’re going to actually die if you don’t get to come soon. “I was just there!”

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“Oh, sweetheart,” Wonwoo coos at you like he finds what you just said endearing. Face flushing dark red, you get completely embarrassed with how quick he makes you feel small. “You thought I was going to make you cum?”

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Wonwoo comes closer, holds your chin softly, a total contrast to what he says then.

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“Poor baby, I’m actually going to do the exact opposite.” he pecks your lips once. “Gonna edge you until you cry.”

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He goes around the car and opens the door for you.

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“Now get in, baby. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Wonwoo says, tone leaving no room for arguments, and you gulp before obeying.

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Wonwoo closes the door for you when you finish settling yourself inside, and goes to the driver’s seat. You watch him turn the car on as you put your seatbelt, whining when your cunt throbs in need. When he starts driving you try your best to move as quietly as you can, squirming a little until you can smooth your fingers through your clit. You gyrate them once, pleasure swarming all over your body, before Wonwoo’s voice wakes you up from your short haze.

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“No touching yourself,” he admonishes with a tsk and you groan, frustrated. He’s still looking at the road and you don’t even know how he managed to figure it out that you were touching yourself.

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Staring out of the window, your thighs rub together every time the car shakes a little. Your mind supplies unnecessary images of your boyfriend fucking you, and you curse a little. Even trying to imagine disgusting things wouldn’t delete Wonwoo’s words from earlier out of your head, and you’re getting more and more excited by the second.

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“Wonwon…” you sigh, almost a whisper, hips moving in the air and hands coming to grab at one of your breasts. You smirk, content when you hear him growl.

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“I said not to touch yourself,” Wonwoo’s knuckles turn white with how hard he grips the steering wheel. “Should I tie you up in our bed and leave you untouched or are you going to start obeying me?”

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“But you’re not doing anything,” you whine, wanting nothing else then to come.

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“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Wonwoo says, voice low and dead serious.

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“I don’t think you know either.”

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The car comes to a complete stop right after you say that. You gulp, realizing Wonwoo has already parked in your private garage. He gets out of the car and goes to your side, opening the door, still in complete silence.

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“Turn this way,” he orders, voice one octave lower, and you gasp at the roughness of it. “Now.”

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You spring into action, take your seatbelt off, doing as you’re told, and as soon as you finish turning to him with your legs outside of the car, he gets on his knees.

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“W-Wonwoo,” it’s the only thing you manage to say as you watch him work with your pants after taking your shoes off. He ends up popping the button off but you don’t have it in you to complain, not when he’s looking like that.

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Wonwoo finishes taking your jeans off, throwing somewhere in the garage, and then he grabs at both sides of the collar of your shirt. You frown, confused with the action, but then his hands are pulling, and he rips it in half.

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“Wonwoo,” you moan, beyond turned on as he does the same to your penties. Your clothes are torn apart but you can’t think of anything else other than fuck me fuck me fuck me. “I—”

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Wonwoo kisses you shut, lips dragging hard against yours, and you feel his hands at your thighs before he pulls at them enough so that you slip on your seat. He uses the grip to open your legs for him, not even giving you a break to understand what’s going on before sucking on your clit hard.

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Your back arches, hands scrambling to hold on something — one of them finds the steering wheel and the other finds the wadding of the seat, body thrashing everywhere before Wonwoo pins your hips down in place — knows better than to shove his face in your cunt as you originally wanted to do.

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He licks between your folds one, two, three times; the tip of his tongue prods inside your already loose entrance, and fuck if you didn’t moan, high pitched and greedy for more. Wonwoo inserts more of it until his nose is pressed against your clit, doing a sound in the back of his throat that sends just right. The wetness of his tongue feels so good pressing against your cores and kicking at your soft folds.

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“W-Wonwoo, fuck— f-feels so good—” Wonwoo thrusts his tongue inside you, and you feel like you’re seeing stars, especially when he presses just right. “Ah! Shit, your f-fucking tongue—”

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Wonwoo has to hold you down tighter, your body unable to stay put as you thrash around. You feel tempted to think how your neighbors could probably hear you, but your boyfriend is sucking the life out of you through your pussy and you can’t concentrate well enough to elaborate the thought.

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It’s when Wonwoo curls his tongue just right that has you thinking you would ascend to heaven soon.

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“Fuck! I, ah— Wanna cum, Wonwon, I’m coming, please— let me cum this time,” you manage to get out, writhing and legs kicking everywhere. “Please!”

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But, of course Wonwoo, being the little shit he is, pulls away. Tears gather in your eyes as you groan out of frustration, and Wonwoo is just so mean.

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“Shit—” you cry out, watching his shit eating grin. You hate but love at the same time the way he’s absolutely enjoying seeing you so desperate for a release. “Y-you’re so mean.”

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“Are you gonna stop being a brat now?” Wonwoo raises a brow at you, licking his lips. You shiver, knowing that he’s tasting you by the pleased hum he makes after.

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“Fuck you,” you spit it out, too horny and angry to care.

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“Is that so?” he hums, looking at you as if you��re his prey, to which you’re starting to believe you actually are. “Maybe I should put a gag in this dirty little mouth of yours.”

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Wonwoo traces a thumb in your lower lip like he’s considering the thought.

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“But I think I’m just gonna fuck that attitude out of you.”

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You can’t even bring yourself to enjoy the comment before he pulls on your wrist so hard you get up from the seat, body colliding into his. Wonwoo’s mouth finds yours, the kiss messy and hungry and angry, to the point it makes your legs weak. Your hands scramble to take his shirt off right after you manage to throw his belt somewhere, and you stop for a moment to admire the hard planes of his abs.

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Wonwoo must be the hottest person alive. How can someone have such a handsome face and have a body that looks like it’s sculpted by the gods? He’s getting stronger with his gym practices and it's making you weak.

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“You might actually drool if you keep staring like that,” Wonwoo says, half joking and half serious, but you blush anyways.

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“Just—” you try, breath labored and chest heaving. “J-just rail me. Use me.”

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“Yeah? Want me to treat you like the slut you are?” his lewd question makes you tremble and nod your head. “Speak.”

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“Y-yes, please—” you beg, revolve slowly breaking in.

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“Of course you do,” he answers, voice a few octave lowers again, and he grabs a fistful of your hair. Wonwoo pulls at it until your head is thrown back, his face right above yours. “Open your mouth.”

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You’re quick to obey, mouth parting as he hovers over you, the only thing keeping you up is one of his arms around your waist.

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And oh god, you’re certainly not expecting when he fucking spits into your mouth, a hand coming to press against your jaw and make you close your lips, but you sure as hell want him to do it again.

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“Swallow.” Wonwoo orders, and you moan, doing as you’re told. He looks at you with a feral satisfaction, eyes dark and so full of hunger it stunts you into silence. It’s like there’s this lustful wish of him to break you in until you don’t belong to anyone else but him, and that’s so fucking hot.

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He kisses you for what feels like the hundredth time — not that you’re complaining, he could kiss you for one hundred more and you’d still beg for it. But this time there’s something different, something urgent, and he grasps the back of your thighs when he finishes taking his clothes off and fish something from the pocket of his pants, hefting you up in the air, your legs circling around his waist automatically.

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Wonwoo doesn’t break the messy kiss as he walks through the garage, opening the door that leads to the inside of the house. He doesn’t waste time before slamming you into it as soon as he closes it, your back hitting the wooden frame with a loud thud as the two of you make out like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

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There’s too much tongue and too much spit and too much teeth, but the dirtiness of it all is what makes it even more hot.

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“Want you,” you whine out, realizing that what Wonwoo took out of his pants earlier was a package of lube.

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He rips at the top and pours at his hands, reaching behind you to stroke his hard cock, groaning at the feeling as he lines up with your entrance. The wet head nudges your rim softly, but it slips through your folds. You look at Wonwoo only to realize he’s already staring at you, devious glint in his eyes.

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You’re about to tell him to hurry up when a moan is punched out of you, high pitched and needy, because Wonwoo fucked his cock inside you in one go, nearly knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Your nails scratch all over his back and he groans at the feeling, hips kicking into you.

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“You like that?” he questions, rhetorically of course, and grinds his hips until they are flushed against your ass. You gasp for air, feeling full to the brim, and the burn in your cunt is just so good. “Think I don’t know about your little plans to rile me up?”

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Wonwoo even has the audacity to laugh, jamming inside you with slow but deep thrusts.

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“How you get more handsy with your friends when I’m around,” he grits out, anger bleeding through his thoughts and thrusts like he just hates the idea of you touching more intimately other people. “And you look at me with those eyes. Like you’re begging me to claim you.”

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Holy fuck, Jeon Wonwoo is fucking you standing up and you’re not dreaming.

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Wonwoo is full on mercilessly ramming you now, sending you body into the door with every plunge of his cock, the sound of your back hitting the wood obscenely loud. It leaves you putty, can just take what he’s giving you, hands holding him for dear life.

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“Should’ve put you on your knees right in front of that guy,” Wonwoo continues, breath ragged from effort. “Make you choke on my cock so he knows who you belong to.”

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Wonwoo grabs your ass with his hands, palms sinking into the flash as he propels you back every time he fucks up. It makes the drag of his thickness press right through all the good spots.

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“Should’ve bent you over the bar counter and fucked you hard until you scream my fucking name,” he growls out, the veins on his neck and arms bulging. You tighten around him in answer to the sinful view. “Fuck, your pussy is so greedy. Always so tight—”

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Wonwoo angles his hips just right and hits against your sweet spot so suddenly that your climax — which was already at bay — escalates quickly to the point it sends your mind into a frenzy.

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And, for the third time, Wonwoo slows down, hips flush against your ass he can nudge his cockhead right above your sweet spot, missing it on purpose. Your eyes prickle with tears, and it doesn’t take long for them to run down your face; the first one goes reluctantly, but after that they start cascading down your cheeks uncontrollably.

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“So beautiful,” Wonwoo groans at the sight of you crying for him, pecking one of your tears strained cheek. “I’ve broken you in, haven’t I?”

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“P-please, Wonwon— Please, please, please let me c-come,” you sob, all the want to be a brat gone from your body. The overwhelming need grows so exponentially big inside of you you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t orgasm. “W-wanna cum on your cock, please, ah—”

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Wonwoo is moaning, louder than he has all day, and the satisfaction of seeing you give up on your fight and beg for him makes his hips pick up a brutal pace. You gasp, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and biting at the untouched skin.

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“So pretty when you beg,” he compliments, and you actually find surprising your ability to blush even when you’re being dicked down this good. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

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“Y-yes— Ah! Hmmm, shit—” you mumble, struggling to get words out. It’s difficult to keep your voice steady enough to say anything with the way you’re bouncing like a ragdoll on Wonwoo’s hold. “Love this— L-love you, ruin me, Wonwoo, Wonwon—”

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Wonwoo pulls your head backward with a fistful of your hair, baring your neck so that he could attack it with bites and hickeys all over. You’re sure that, by the end of this night, you’re going to be looking like some type of sexual Christmas tree, but the thought of baring your boyfriend’s marks after sex only turns you on. And he seems pretty intent on that, wanting to claim you in all ways possible.

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“Say it,” Wonwoo commands, but you don’t understand, can’t understand with your mind being in such a pleasurable haze. He fucks up right in the time he pulls you back down by your waist, downright impaling you on his cock. “Say you’re mine.”

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“Y-yours,” you answer, fingers intertwining through Wonwoo’s dark strands of hair. “I’m yours.”

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“Again,” Wonwoo growls out, basking in your pleads and moans and screams of pleasure.

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“Yours,” you repeat, and he bites on your lower lip. You have enough of a mind presence to admire his bulging biceps contorting with your weight, and his huge test firm and sweaty from the effort.

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“Again,” his possessive side gets the best of him, admiring all the marks he has left in your neck. “Say it again.”

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“Yours, ah!” a moan breaks at the end of the word, Wonwoo’s thrusts getting rougher, faster and there’s heat pooling down on your lower stomach. “I’m y-yours, all yours, only yours.”

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“Yes, mine,” Wonwoo agrees, holding your smaller frame tightly against his. “Mine,” he echoes again, muscles trembling from fucking you standing up.

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Wonwoo kisses you, the best he can with the harsh movement of your body going up and down on his cock.

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“I love you so much,” he tells you, voice soft and rough at the same time. “I have always been only yours.”

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“I’m gonna come, I’m g-going to— going to come,” you state after his words, the pull on your lower stomach growing impossibly higher, and it’s almost unbearable. “Please, fuck, please l-let— cum— let m-me cum! I have been g-good, please, Wonwon—”

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”Such a good girl for me. The best girl,” Wonwoo praises, angling his hips a little so he can press his cockhead against your sweet spot every time he fucks inside. “Come on, you can cum, sweetheart.”

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Your eyes roll so far back in your head you’re momentarily afraid they are never coming back. White hot pleasure surges in your body, the sheer intensity of your high sends your mind into a mess. The feeling of your walls clenching like a vice around Wonwoo’s cock sends him over the edge too, and the sensation of his cum shooting inside your walls only serves to add up to what you think it’s the best orgasm of your life, mind going completely blank.

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This might have been totally different from what you’ve originally planned but you know what? You’re definitely going to use this plan more often now.

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