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dean-samw67 · 18 days ago

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can you do cis female reader with sevika in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe smut but lots of angst because reader wants more but sevika is too busy and doesn’t want to commit to a relationship right now. also i love you❤️

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AFAB!Fem!Reader x Sevika

WARNING: SMUT, ANGST, SWEARING, MINORS DNI

(I love you!! Hope this is up to what you are looking for! It has been quite a while since I have written)

Word count: 2801

The smell of cigarette smoke fills the air as you catch your breath, staring at the ceiling. Glancing next to you after a moment, looking at Sevika with a cigarette in between her forefinger and middle finger. It was always like this. No aftercare or much of anything after sex. Actually, the fact that she stayed for her cigarette is an improvement. Normally she is quick to get her shit and leave. You kind of test the waters and roll over to lay against her chest, arm laying over her stomach. That's when she sits up, pushing you off as she does.

“I got to go.” She says, a little muffled from the cigarette hanging from in between her lips. You let out a groan and sit up, the thin sheet falling off your chest. Sevika grabs her boxers and slips them on, her pants following. You watch her with sad eyes as she moves around the room.

“Sevika-”

“No. You know our agreement. This is nothing more than sex.” She says with a stern look. You bite your lip to keep from saying something stupid. “No strings attached.”

“Right…” You mumble and run a hand through your hair with a sigh. Sevika picks up her shirt and pulls it on in a quick motion.

“You coming back tonight?” You had the tiniest bit of hope in your voice.

“Probably not.” She puts out the cigarette on the ashtray on your bedside table. The one you specifically bought for her.

You go to say something but she’s out the door before you get a chance. Fuck. This is what it has been for a while now. You can’t exactly remember why you agreed to it. It happened by accident really. She was pent up and you really liked her. A lot. So it just happened. Now you are stuck in this loop. You pining while she is only interested in the sex. She said she really couldn’t do a relationship. And you could understand, if it wasn’t for how much it hurt.

You groan as you get out of the bed to head to your bathroom and take a shower. A long one, spending at least an hours wallowing in your sadness before getting out. Your fingers and toes were pruned up from how long you were in there. You step in front of the fogged mirror as you dry your hair, using the towel to swipe at the mirror so you can see yourself.

You look at the way your eyes were red and slightly swollen. You were really down bad.

~~~

A few days later you were back at it. Her hands tangled in your hair as her tongue moved against yours. She was not gentle about it. Her prosthetic hand gripping your hip and pushing your rear end roughly against the wall behind you. All you can do is give in and moan into her mouth.

“Fuck…” The way she muttered that word sent you into a spiral. Her voice was deep and raspy. It drove you insane. Your hips buck forward in an attempt to get some form of friction but her hand held you in place, earning a whimper of need from you. She can’t help but chuckle at the needy sound.

Your whines are replaced by a gasp when she lifts you up off the ground with just her mechanical arm. Your legs instinctively go around her waist and grunt as her body presses you against the wall even more. She bites at your bottom lip, tugging it a bit with her teeth.

She pulls you off the wall finally and in one fluid motion you are on the bed while she is lifting off your top. You stare up at her, pupils dilating as you shift to help her. Your bra is gone just as quick as your top is and her lips are quick to attack the now exposed skin. As soon as you felt her sucking on the skin you knew she was going to leave marks. Deep ones. She knew what she was doing.

“Sevika…” The moan leaves your lips so quick. Her mouth moves over your breasts, leaving marks in its wake. Your hands find the hem of her shirt, tugging it upwards. She assists you, allowing you to get it off. Your eyes trail over her toned stomach and happy trail that stuck out from the hem of her pants. She wore a black sports bra.

She dips her head back down, kissing along the valley between your breasts. Her lips trail your stomach, hands yanking down your pants and panties in a swift motion. You gasp when the air hits your skin and your legs shut instinctively. She pulls your pants off your ankles and looks up with a smirk as she drops to her knees and forces your thighs apart. You look down at her, biting your bottom lip as you felt the way your wetness is now exposed to her.

She chuckles as her hand slides down your stomach and rests just above where you need her most. She glances at you once before her thumb finds your clit causing you to jump and let out a whine of pleasure. “There you go…” Her words are like an electric shock through your body as she touches you.

She always did this. Made you lose control, gasping and moaning, uncontrollably. And she always managed it so quickly. It was almost embarrassing. In an instant her hand is gone and replaced by her mouth, lips latching around your swollen clit. Her hands grasp the back of your thighs and push them up and open more, allowing more access. You squirm as strings of moans leave your lips, your hips bucking against her face.

The soft moans Sevika lets out, sending soft vibrations and increasing the pleasure she gives you. You feel her nails digging into your plush thighs, sure to leave indents.

“Sevika!” The way you moan her name just encourages her to double her efforts. Your legs and body twitch with pleasure. Hand tangled in her short hair, tugging and pulling. If Sevika didn’t know you, she would have assumed you wanted her to stop with how you were pulling. But you were just getting close. She could feel from how the lips of your cunt pulsed against her chin.

Your moans get louder and louder the closer you get to that peak. And she very quickly helped you reach it. Your brain going blank. “Fuck, I love you!” The words slip past your lips without a thought behind them. You were so lost in your haze of pleasure it wasn’t until you came down that you realized what was actually said. Your eyes fly open and you look down, staring at a wide eyed Sevika. “I…” What could you say? You just told her you loved her when your agreement was to be no strings attached.

Sevika huffs and gets up. You sit up fast and grab her arm. “Wait! I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“I should have known.” She mutters

“No, I just was caught up in the moment.” You shake your head, scared she’d walk out, your grip tightening on her arm.

“Was that really it? Or have you been harboring these feelings for a while?” Her look is stern when she finally makes eye contact and you shrink a bit.

You tried to think before saying anything else stupid. “I don’t-”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t actually love me.” She gets in your face while you stare at the ground. You slowly lift your eyes, meeting hers. You couldn’t. “I thought so.” She says when she gets no answer. She pulls away and grabs her shirt.

“Don’t leave, please. We can talk.” You seemed so desperate and you hated it.

“There is nothing to talk about. You want a relationship and I cannot be in one. It's the end of this.” She pulls her shirt on, slipping her arms through.

“Sevika, please.” You get off the bed and rush in front of her. You place a hand on her arm. She grabs your wrist. Not enough to hurt you but enough to stop you and hold your hand away from her. You look at her with sad eyes. She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath before opening them again.

“No.” Her voice told you everything. She would not budge. This was it. Tears build at the corner of your eyes and she has to look away. She can’t stand to see it. She lets you go, pushing a little, causing you to stumble back enough for her to get around and out of the room. This leaves you standing alone as you listen to the front door open and then slam shut.

You break down as soon as the sound of the slamming door rings through your ears, falling to the floor. You messed up. Of course you did. Friends with benefits never work the way people think it does.

~~~

After that you threw yourself into work. Unfortunately you worked at The Last Drop. Sevika’s regular. But you didn’t see her there like normal. You felt a little sad about it. Never thought she’d give up The Last Drop. Maybe she was avoiding you.

You were closing up, wiping down the tables. You hear the door open and a set of feet walking in. “Sorry, we are closed.” You say before turning around. You are shocked to see Sevika standing there.

“You know, it can be dangerous for women to close alone.” She says, fiddling with her fingers nervously. It was a display you never saw from her.

“Don’t reduce me down to a damsel in distress.” You scoff as you walk to the bar, beer mugs in hand. You lower the mugs into hot soapy water and look back up at her. you grab a clean glass and pour her regular drink and set it on the bar for her as you go back to cleaning.

She walks over slowly, almost like she’s testing the waters of how close she can be to you. She reaches the bar and picks up the mug, sipping the liquids hesitantly.

“I didn’t poison it.” You joke as you wipe down the bar.

“I know…” She wasn’t her usual self. It was almost unsettling.

“Why are you here?” You place your hand on your hip. She takes a few moments to answer you, staring into her drink as she seems to think.

“I don’t know.” She finally mutters, sniffing before looking up at you.

“I thought you were done with me.” You can’t help but be snarky. It is what is keeping you from being miserable.

“I was done with the friends with benefits.” She replies. “You know I can’t do relationships. I can’t do love.” You roll your eyes. Your heart ached from her words knowing the way she feels versus how you feel clashed heavily.

“So what do we do from here?” You ask, focusing your attention on cleaning glasses.

“I don’t know.” Even Sevika felt lost. Her normal confident demeanor was gone. You keep your head down as you listen to her sigh. “Go back to before this?”

“Act like we don’t know each other?” You look up at her, anger crossing your face for a second.

“Maybe it’s best. That way you don’t stay in love with someone who can’t give you what you want and I don’t feel like I am stringing you along.” She shrugs and you feel a wave of different emotions. There is no way she's serious.

“Are you dumb?” You scoff. You cringe at your own words. They weren’t the nicest.

“No. It is best for both of us.” Sevika stands up, anger rising in her voice.

“For you. It’s best for you. You do not get to tell me what is best for me.” You snap as you place your hands on the bar, leaning forward.

“Move on, Y/n. Find someone who can give you what you actually want. Because it’s not me. And you aren’t going to guilt me into giving you what you want because you feel bad for yourself.” She crosses her arms as the conversation gets more heated. “And yeah, I feel bad too. But I am allowed to make this choice for myself. You have no clue what I actually have going on in my life.”

Your eyes soften a bit as you listen. Your face was a mix of pain, anger, and sympathy. She lets out a sigh as she closes her eyes. She felt awful for ever suggesting friends with benefits. She knew it was stupid but Y/n was there when she needed that relief the most.

“So that’s it then?” You ask, your voice cracking a bit as you speak.

“Yes. That is it.” She confirms.

“Right.” You mutter and shake your head. You grab her drink and dump it out, cleaning glasses. “We are closed. Please leave.” Your voice was cold and it shocked her. She looks at you with wide eyes.

“Y/n…”

“Do I know you?” You ask as if you didn’t know who she was. Going back to how it was before they knew each other. Sevika swallows down her emotions.

“No… No, you don’t.” She puts on her normal angry looking face as she turns to leave. You watch as she walks out the door. You let out a shuddering breath as the door shuts and let your body relax, head falling.

~~~

2 years later…

Plenty of time passed. You don’t think you’d ever completely be over Sevika. But it was enough to go day to day. You had attempted to be with other people but it was never the same. Everything reminded you of her. The mark she left on you was permanent.

She was still a regular at The Last Drop and you still worked there. But you both acted as if you had no idea who the other was. Barely even acknowledging each other.

It wasn’t until Sevika saw you with another customer one day. The way you leaned against the table. The way you smiled at this random woman. The way she looked at you. Oh it pissed Sevika off.

She knew she shouldn’t be. She was the one who told you she wanted to end things. But yet she still was.

“Yo, what's got you distracted?” One of the guys she was gambling with says, pulling her attention back.

“Huh?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“It’s your turn.” He motions to the cards. She nods and takes her turn. She had lost which never happens. She was beyond irritated. It’s because of you and that random woman. And she took it upon herself to follow you out when you finish your shift.

“Y/n!” She calls as she catches up. You look up at her and sigh as you look back away in annoyance.

“Can I help you?” You as you keep walking.

“Yeah. What's up with you and that lady back there?” She asks and you look at her with a frustrated and confused face.

“What does it matter?”

“Well, you know… she might be dangerous…” Sevika internally cringes at the shit excuse.

“Fuck off.” You mutter and walk faster but she keeps up.

“Hey, hey, hey. Wait.” She grabs your arm. You shove her off with a glare.

“Have you forgotten you ended things, not me. You have no place to care what I do unless you have changed how you feel about a relationship.” You say angrily. Sevika goes quiet. She knows she hasn’t changed on that. She knows she is not stable enough in anyway to be in a relationship. Probably never will be. But she can’t control the jealousy that bubbles.

“Well…” She sighs and goes quiet.

“Don’t worry. I put my 2 weeks in at The Last Drop. You won’t have to see me anymore.” You say as you start walking again. That threw Sevika off. She follow you quickly.

“What? But where are you going?” She asks with wide eyes.

“I’m not telling you.” You scoff. “Leave it, Sevika. It's for the best, remember?” She stops as she looks at you with a frown. You give her a look before leaving her behind.

~~~

You had started your new job and loved it. It was a small business. You worked with a lot of mechanics. Fixing things. You grasped it quickly. You were fixing a clock when you hear the bell above the door.

“One moment!” You call out. You tighten a screw before getting up and turning around, eyes widening when you are face to face with the customer.

Sevika.

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hoonieyun · 4 months ago

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bright red

pairing: lee heeseung x reader “y/n”

genre: angst into fluff

warnings: mentions of drinking, heeseung is drunk lol, profanity but as always all my work is 18+

summary: ex!heeseung is too drunk to drive home so his friends ask you to come get him. too worried about his drunken state, you spend the night.

notes: saw the photos/videos of heeseung getting really flushed at the prada after party and i just had to write something because it was so funnyyy also once again… not proofread heh

word count: 2801

you’re awoken by your phone ringing, rolling over in your bed to grab your phone and answer the call, you see jake’s contact appear. “hello?” you answer, voice a bit raspy. “heyy y/n! sorry i know it’s late but -” jake begins, “late? it’s 2am jake…” you interrupt. jake briefly chuckles before continuing.

“yeah haha, it is! look at you telling the time.” jake says, trying to lighten up the mood a bit. “jake, i’m hanging up.” you threaten and you hear him gasp. “okay okay! no don’t. um so… heeseung is drunk. like… really drunk. do you think you can get him?” jake asks with a pause in between each word in his question like he was cushioning the question.

there’s a silence between the two of you on the phone. you were contemplating if this was a good idea. you and heeseung had broken up just 2 months ago and you hadn’t seen him since despite his endless attempts to call you or show up randomly unannounced at your front door. you never opened it, but you did watch him through your doorbell camera until he left.

you sigh, “okay fine, text me the address.” you tell jake and you swore you could hear the rest of heeseung’s friends breathe a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone. “thank you y/n! you’re the best!” jake and all the guys thank you through the phone.

you gather yourself a bit, tying your hair up out of your face as it had gotten messy from being asleep. you quickly grabbed a hoodie from the top of your hamper, slipped on some shoes, and made your way to the bar that heeseung and his friends were at.

the streets were empty because of how late it was so it didn’t take long to get to the bar. before you knew it, you were pulling up to the curb of the bar, heeseung was knelt over the street as jay was rubbing his back. jake noticed your car pulling up and waved you over, a smile on his face as you arrived.

“y/n! you actually came!” jake says. sunghoon nudges him in the arm with his elbow, “yeah…” you said just nodding your head. “what happened to him?” you asked, shaking your head.

“well, you see heeseung joined us and said he wouldn’t drink at all tonight, fast forward like… 6 bottles. here we are.” jake explains, singing the last of his sentence while gesturing to heeseung like he was a prize you had just won. “plus, we would’ve taken him home but 4 bottles in all he could talk about was yo- ouch!” sunghoon nudges him again, this time a bit harder, interrupting want jake was saying.

“what he MEANT to say was, all of us had a bit to drink and don’t think it’s responsible to drive. since we all live further away from heeseung, we thought we could ask you to take him home?” sunghoon explains and your eyes narrow at him. sunghoon and jake have a sheepish smile on their faces, hoping their explanation was enough to get by you.

“why didn’t you just call him an uber?” you asks and before they could answer heeseung notices your attendance. “love?” he says, still knelt over on the floor. when you peek behind the two boys in front of you to look at heeseung his eyes go wide. he softly pushes jay away and runs towards you. stumbling a bit to get up, when he gets to you he softly grabs your face with both his hands, causing you to grab onto them.

“are you real?” heeseung asks. “yeah… we should go.” you say, guiding him to your car. the guys rush over to help you, jake opening the passenger seat door so you could get heeseung in the car. “where are we going?” heeseung says in a whiny tone. “home.” you respond as you stretch over heeseung to buckle in his seatbelt. this was the closest in proximity the two of you had been in months. “you smell good.” heeseung says with a smile while staring at you. “and you smell like alcohol.” you say while shutting the door.

“thanks guys, i’ll take him home.” you tell the three of them, bidding your goodbyes as they all make their way back inside the bar to grab their things. “hey y/n… thanks really. he hasn’t stopped talking about you all night. i know this is hard but… thanks.” jay says as you’re making your way to the driver’s seat. “goodnight jay.” you say before getting in.

when you get into the driver’s seat, heeseung is staring at you. “when did you get here?” he says with a confused look on his face. “this isn’t my car” heeseung says with even more confusion. “yeah, it’s my car. jake called me to pick you up.” you explained while starting the car and beginning your drive to his apartment. “you’re the best girlfriend ever.” heeseung says before dozing off, not aware he had just called you girlfriend because of how drunk he is. “yeah…” you say quietly.

the drive to heeseung’s apartment was a bit longer than the drive to the bar as he lived on the other side of town. you managed to get him out of your car and drag him up to his apartment. heeseung must’ve forgotten his keys with one of the guys but luckily when you two had broken up, he didn’t ask for his apartment key back. you fumbled with your keys as you tried to balance heeseung so he wouldn’t fall over, putting most of his weight on you. you eventually got the door open and the two of you stumbled in. his apartment hadn’t changed at all since the two of you broke up.

you dropped heeseung on the couch with a thud, “ouch!” he said, finally waking up. you lock his door and look over to find him picking himself up and scratching his head. you softly apologize before going to his kitchen. when you return to the living room heeseung has already started changing out of his clothes, “here, drink some water while i grab you some clothes.” you hand him the glass and make your way to his room. upon entering his room, you were filled with a lot of memories. one being when you two had broken up, right in the middle of his room. you thought about how hard it must be for him to have to sleep in there every night until you realized his bed was bare. no blankets or pillows of any sort. not even the stuffed animal of the deer you had gotten him on valentine’s day earlier in the year. you grabbed some clean clothes from his closet and wet a towel from the bathroom.

when you return to the living room, heeseung is spread out on his couch. shirt halfway unbuttoned hugging the deer plushie you were just thinking. you hadn’t realized that heeseung had turned his couch into his bed, further realizing that he had been sleeping out here to avoid being in his room. your heart suddenly ached at the idea, feeling bad that his room had now become a constant reminder of that night.

after you had freshened him up a bit and made sure he finished his water, you were planning to leave. you were wiping his face with the moist towel when heeseung grabbed your hand, “are you mad at me?” heeseung asks with big doe eyes. ones that you’ve stared into lovingly many times before. “i don't know what i am hee…” you say, dropping your hands and gaze to your lap.

you both sit there in silence for a moment, unaware of what to do or who should say something next. “i should go.” you say as you stand up from the couch but heeseung catches your hand. “please… please stay.” heeseung pleads, looking up at you again with those big doe eyes. “i shouldn’t, that’s probably not a good idea.” you say, trying to reason with him but it felt more like you were trying to convince yourself.

heeseung pulls you back to the couch but instead of landing back in your seat, you find yourself on his lap. he softly brushes loose strands of hair out of your face and once again, you’re caught in his gaze. “we shouldn’t do this.” again, trying to convince yourself that none of this was a good idea. “but why?” heeseung says, in a whiny tone; reminding you that he was still drunk. “because, we broke up 2 months ago.” explaining to him but heeseung seems to not care. “but i love you. and you love me!” heeseung says, pulling you closer, now into an embrace. you hadn’t felt his hug in so long and you hadn’t realized how much you missed it until you were in his arms again.

when you bring your arms around his shoulders to hug him back, heeseung releases a sniffle, causing you to let go to look at him. “are you crying hee?” you ask while cupping his face. heeseung had tears welling in his eyes, he wipes them away but not before apologizing. “why are you apologizing?” you ask him. “i’m the reason we broke up. if i was just there for you more often and listened to you and cared more and hugged you more and kissed you more and-” heeseung had entered his infamous nonstop talking phase of when he was drunk. you were sure it was the same way when he was with the guys, especially with how they all said he couldn’t stop talking about you. the only way you could stop him from talking was a kiss, so that’s what you did. when your lips met his, heeseung’s eyes widened but shortly after he kissed you back. you melted under his touch and kiss that you had completely forgot moments ago you were trying to convince yourself that you needed to go home. when the two of you pulled away from the kiss, heeseung had a smile on his face. “stop smiling at me like that.” you say teasingly while pouting him. “sorry, i can’t help it. i’ve missed that for the last 2 months.” heeseung says.

“you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.” heeseung continues while pulling you into a hug once again. “trust me i know. you leave like 6 missed calls a day.” you say with a chuckle while trying to get up. “no. please don’t leave, please.” heeseung once again pleading as you free yourself from his grasp. “relax, i’m just getting up so we can move to your bed. we definitely aren’t sleeping on your couch.” you say while grabbing his pillow and the deer plush. “so you’re staying?” he asks softly. “do you want me to?” you retort but before you could even finish your response, heeseung springs up from the couch with the blanket, “yes!” he says while grabbing your hand and walking you to his bedroom.

heeseung almost tackles you into his bed. the soft and bouncy comfort overtaking the two of you. when the two of you get into his bed, it’s just like old times. heeseung is the big spoon, his toned arms enveloping you while you hug the deer plush. “goodnight heeseung.” you say. there’s a moment of silence before heeseung says something.

“i hope you know how sorry i am. nothing was as hard as being without you. waking up and knowing how much i hurt you was painful, but knowing that you were alone hurt even more. goodnight y/n, i love you.” heeseung says in a hushed tone, giving you a small kiss on the head before falling asleep. little did he know you were still awake, a small tear falling from your eyes before you too had fallen asleep.

the next morning, when heeseung woken up with a yawn and a stretch, he was shocked to find himself in his bed as he had been sleeping on his couch for the last few months. he scrambled out of his bed and made his way into his kitchen where he found you. standing over the stove with chopsticks stirring something in a pot. “y/n?” he asks. “what are you doing here?” heeseung says as he makes his way over to you. “is that ramen?” he says, gaze switching from the pot of ramen on the stove to your eyes.

“yeah, i know how much you love ramen after a night of drinking so i thought i’d make some for breakfast. i finished the last few packs you had, i hope that’s ok.” you say endearingly while looking up at him. “wait, did you take me home?” he asks, still confused on what you were doing in his apartment. not that he was complaining or anything, his memory of last night was just fuzzy.

“yeah. jake called me, said you were too drunk to drive home…” you explained. “aaand, that you couldn’t stop talking about and asking for me.” you say teasingly and heeseung drops his head with a hand in his face. you softly grab his hand and move it away from his face, “but it’s ok. i guess it worked out.” you say with a smile, one that heeseung returns.

you spend the next hour or so helping heeseung remember the events that transpired the night before while you both enjoyed the ramen. you could tell heeseung was extra hungry, he was always like that after drinking, so you let him eat most of it; but heeseung made sure to always put noodles in your bowl when he grabbed more for himself.

once the two of you had finished eating, you sat in silence. unsure of what to say. “look, y/n i’m so sorry for everything. i know the breakup hasn’t been the easiest for either of us but i just miss you so much. i never stopped thinking about you and knowing how much i hurt you and not being able to fix it was so hard for me. please let me make this right.” heeseung says, now kneeled in front of you, holding your hands. you cup his cheeks that are a bit puffy from the drinking and ramen, “i forgive you hee” you say but heeseung doesn’t process it. “i promise i’ll do better, i’ll never forgive myself if i ever-” heeseung pauses halfway through his sentence. “wait… you forgive me?” he asks unsure of what he heard prior.

“yeah… unless you don’t want me to?” you say teasingly and heeseung jumps up in joy. “no! i mean yes! i mean what, yes please forgive me. i love you” heeseung says while bringing you into a hug, causing you to laugh at his reaction.

“but we have to take it slow. i don’t want to rush back into things, we still have a lot to talk about and work through before we act like everything is back to the way it was.” you explain to heeseung as he takes the seat next to you. “i don’t want it to go back to how it was, i want it to be better. and it will be better. trust me.” he says while leaving a kiss on your knuckles.

“are you going to finish that?” heeseung asks while pointing at the ramen in your bowl you hadn’t finished. you roll your eyes and laugh at him before sliding the bowl over to him. “you know if you weren’t so cute when you’re drunk, this would’ve never happened.” you say to him while he scarfed down the last of the ramen. “pfft, i wasn’t THAT drunk.” heeseung says trying to defend himself.

“baby, your ears were so red you could practically put rudolph out of a job for the holidays.” you say to him with a hand on his thigh. heeseung briefly chokes on the noodles before the two of you laugh. heeseung looks at you with a smile, “what?” you ask. “nothing… you called me baby…” heeseung says, teasing you, smiling even bigger than before; causing you to roll your eyes. “go wash the dishes before i change my mind.” you say, now teasing him. heeseung immediately gets up, grabbing the dishes, and going to the sink.

“yes maam! i do whatever a bad bitch tells me!” he says while standing up straight with a salut. you two spend the rest of the day in each other's arms. when you both announce that you’re back together to your friends, jake, jay, and sunghoon respond by jokingly taking the credit because if it weren’t for them you guys wouldn't have gotten back together.

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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promptsforthestrugglingauthor · 5 months ago

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Writing Prompt #2801

"You have to be nice!"

"I don't have to be anything. And I like being mean."

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multiversed-daydreamer · 7 months ago

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Slow

Pairing: Gladiator!Acacius x Sex Worker!Reader

WC: 2801

Summary: "Simply, I spend my days surviving off of quick reflexes, by night, when my life is not in danger, I wish to take my time, and enjoy you as long as possible.”

Tags: Dom/sub, mild bondage, P in V, vaginal fingering, nipple play, orgasm control, squirting, multiple orgasms.

A/N: First take on this character. Saw all of the hype for our dear general and had to jump in on it. Some of this story is basses on this post.

He’s always angry, even when he wins. You can’t say you blame him, not when someone coming from a life of prestige he had, to now a slave, a spectacle for the people. Former General Acacius watches you as you enter into his chambers, well earned by the repeated victories he’s won, and close the door behind you. He stands near his bed, head tilted to the side just slightly so he can watch you. His face is bruised and there are a few cuts on his arms but he had clearly been cleaned up since his most recent fight. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other, waiting to see who makes the first move. He does, he beckons you forward with a jerk of his head and speaks to you with a low voice. “Come.” The soft command wasn’t what you expected from a man with his reputation, but it calms your racing pulse just a little.

As you approach, his eyes fall from your face to scan your body, though if he likes what he sees, he gives no indicator. Once you’re close enough, he reaches out to caress your face with a large, calloused hand. “Strip.” He says it in the same soft tone, a quiet confidence radiating from him as he keeps his eyes on you. His hand drops from you as you begin to undress. Your bright orange toga falls to the floor, leaving you nude for him to see. You did not wear undergarments, why would you when you knew what men bought you for? His dark eyes dance over your body, glittering with desire. His hand comes to your waist, tracing your skin reverently. “Such a beautiful girl.” He hums as his fingers reach up to toy with a nipple, pinching and pulling on it until it stands at a peak. You gasped at the feeling, a hand reaching up to grab his wrist. His dark eyes flicked back up to meet yours, pausing for just a moment before his massive hand curls around your own and he pulls it down. He gathers your other hand as well, trapping them within one of his as he reaches back up to give your other nipple the same treatment. You whimper as he toys with your chest, his voice reaching your ears in the same low, commanding voice. “You are mine tonight. I’ll touch you how I please.” You nod, whimpering when he pinches your nipple a little more harshly, but his voice remains steady and calm. “Is that understood?”

“Yes!” You gasp out as you struggle to stay still. He smiles at you then, his hand lifting from your breast to curl under your jaw, raising your face to his.

“Good girl.” He whispers before leaning down and capturing his mouth with yours. Acacius’ kiss was demanding, fingers digging into your jaw, his teeth scraping across your lower lip before his tongue pressed into your mouth, tasting you with a breathtaking hunger. You try to move your hands to tangle them in his curls but he holds fast, keeping you in place as he takes what he desires. He pulls away with your lip caught between his teeth, he tugs at it playfully, a low chuckle leaving him when a noise leaves your throat. He releases you and pushes you towards the bed. “I want you on your back, in the middle of the bed.” He says, watching as you obey him. He stays at the edge, completely dressed still.

“Won't you join me?” You tease, arching and squirming sensually on the sheets. Letting him get a good view of your body.

He nods. “I will.” He reaches for a long leather belt that cinches his tunic together. He unbuckles it and lays it on the bed. “Hands above your head.” You hesitate for a moment, eyeing the belt next to you, already guessing where this is going. Slowly, you do as you’re told, lifting your hands to press your knuckles against the iron bars of the headboard.

He crawls above you, taking the belt and looping it around your wrists and a bar of the headboard. Once he has you secured, he backs off, watching you as he strips the rest of his clothes off and joins you on the bed, nude and … beautiful. Gods, he’s beautiful. Broad shoulders and chest, big arms and hands, strong thighs. You feel yourself responding to him, for once eager to be taken by your current buyer. His cock was nice too. Thick and longer than average but not enough to scare you off, just enough that you know you’ll enjoy it. You spread your legs for him almost without thought, watching his hands skim over your calves and up your thighs, ignoring your core for now and tracing over your stomach. You moan and arch up into him. He’s warm and his touch is firm, his fingers splay out almost possessively over your body. One hand curls around the back of your knee. Raising it to settle over his shoulder. You shiver at the feeling, whining, knowing already he’s going to take you nice and deep and it's probably going to leave you sore tomorrow.

The hand on your stomach moves down, his thumb pressing to your clit just enough to have your hips jumping up into him. He shushes you, one hand moving to pin your hips to the bed while the other presses on your clit again, slowly moving side to side just to see how you respond. You hum your encouragement, trying to coax him into speeding up his hand or pressing down a little harder on your clit, but he had you trapped and he remains at his slow, testing pace.

“Please, more,” You beg. Some men like it when you submit and beg for it like you’re desperate for their cocks. He doesn’t seem at all affected by your pleas.

“You’ll get more when I give it. Fret not, little one, you’ll get more than enough. We have all night together, no?” He chuckles at your impatience and you groan, liking the pleasure you get, but unaccustomed to being teased in such a way. Usually, you were the one teasing, not the other way around. You tell him so too and it pulls another chuckle from him. “Not tonight.” Though he does finally move on from your clit, sliding your hands through your slit, he groans when he feels how slick you are. “You enjoyed being teased. Are you normally this aroused by your buyers, little whore?”

You shake your head. “Normally my buyers are focused on themselves.” You whisper out, trying to remain in control of yourself enough to keep your voice level. You are a professional after all. He smiles at your response, twisting his head until his mouth brushes up against your calf and he nips at your skin. It doesn’t hurt but you whimper at the feeling of his teeth on you.

“Oh, this is pleasurable for me. Look at you, a little teasing and you’re so pliable for me.” His fingers tease your entrance and you immediately try to press against him. He watches you with bright eyes, his cock hard and throbbing between your legs. “Do you get aroused when you tease others?” He asks as he continues to withhold the pleasure you crave from him.

“Not truly. It is a job, more for their benefit.” He nods and finally gives you what you want, sliding a finger inside of you. His fingers are thick and it curls up to rub against something that brings a yelp from you. He grins, victorious.

“You’re awfully sensitive for a whore.” He comments casually, his finger taking up a slow, torturous pace.”

“My buyers don’t usually torture me. It’s a bit startling.” You’re fighting not to lose yourself, but it's hard when he is so calm and patient, clearly enjoying drawing it out in a way that most others enjoy finding the quickest release possible.

“Torture you?” He laughs at the words. “No, little one. Simply, I spend my days surviving off of quick reflexes, by night, when my life is not in danger, I wish to take my time, and enjoy you as long as possible.” The hand on your hip moves to your stomach, once more his fingers splay possessively over your skin. He adds a second finger inside of you and you groan at the feeling. It’s just enough to make you feel full without stretching anything.

“Feels good.” You whisper.

He watches you closely. “Yeah? Good enough to climax?” He asks curiously.

You shake your head. “Too slow. If you were to speed up, yes.” He chuckles, but his fingers stay at the same pace.

“You’ll finish.” He says it casually, like he knows it to be a fact. You whimper, the display of confidence making you clench around him. “You’re fighting me. Stop. Let me have you. What is the point of having you for the night if you don’t do what I want you to?” His hand was steady but there was more insistence behind each press inside. His fingers curl to rub against that spot deep inside of you every single time and you can feel a heat that starts in your cheeks and travels down your body until it settles in your core. Your moans go up an octave and are far less contained. You squirm against his belt but he’s relentless. “There you go.” He murmurs praise as you begin to tremble. You’re getting closer to that peak that you rarely reach with buyers. It’s strong too, built up over the course of the past hour or so of being teased into submission. You writhe and your body tenses, fighting the belt and his hands to try and push yourself harder on his fingers. “Do you need another one?” He asks softly, a queer smile playing on his lips.

You nod. “Yes, please. Please, I need.” You gasp breathlessly. Two of his fingers already make you feel full. The addition of the third brought on a stretch that makes you whine, it burns so good. He resumes his pace, slow but hard and you crumble under him. He curls his fingers over and over again, his thumb brushing over your swollen clit with every deep, inward press. You cry out and you see colors behind your closed eyes as pleasure explodes over your entire body. Your climax leaves your legs shaking as he fucks you through it, murming soft praise into your knee. Dark eyes watch you with a growing delight as you moan and writhe under him.

“You’re ready for my cock now, little one. Needed three fingers in you to cum.” He pulls his fingers out of you and readjusts the leg on his shoulder, the hand that’s still slick with your juices reaches toward your knee, pushing your legs further apart so he can line his thick erection up with your entrance. He uses his thumb to rub the head of his cock up and down your wet slit, causing you to whimper every time it nudges up against your clit. He watches with a barely there smirk on his face, delighting in your sensitivity.

“Please. Want your cock.” The begging is genuine this time, fed up with the general's teasing. He laughs, notching the head at your needy hole and slowly pressing his way inside of you. You whine at the stretch, the head flares out like a mushroom and it stings as he gets the fattest part in. The rest of his shaft isn’t much of a reprieve, he’s thick and heavy and you whimper as he slowly presses himself inch by inch inside of you.

He groans quietly, shifting his weight more over you, one hand braces by your head, and the other caresses your jaw gently. “So tight, even after I stretched you first.” By the time he finally settles all the way inside of you, you’re hardly breathing. He’s so deep inside you swear you feel him in your stomach.

You whisper his name, pulling at the belt. “Let me touch you, Acacius. Please.” He hums, leaning down to capture your mouth with his. The kiss is just as slow and deep as the rest of his movements, and just as thorough too, tongue swiping into your mouth languidly. The hand on your jaw kept your head still as he enjoyed your mouth. When he pulls back, there's a fire in his dark eyes, and his mouth is opened, breathing heavily.

“Next time.” He promises. “I don’t want to be rushed tonight, that’s why I tied you up in the first place.” He starts moving, just as slow as he had his fingers, but when he slides back in he rolls his hips against you, grinding into your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix. It makes your thoughts scatter.

“So slow.” You taunt breathlessly, hoping it’ll speed him up, but all he does is shift the hand on your jaw to shove two fingers into your mouth. You groan when you taste your arousal on him, sucking at his fingers as he fucks into you deep and slow.

“That’s right, nice and slow, and you’re going to take it.” He whispers, groaning as you whimper under him, clenching down on his cock, aroused by his dominance. His angle shifts as he presses over you, his cock sliding against that sensitive spot. You moan around his fingers, body tensing at the sudden spike of pleasure. One side of his mouth lifts at your reaction, determination settled in his eyes as he finds that spot again and again. “Is that the right spot?” You nod, whimpering as he scores against it yet again. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and curls them back around your jaw, watching you intently as he continues to slowly drive you insane. When the tension snaps, it's like a searing fire spreads through your whole body starting from your core.

“Ah!” You yell out as your body clinches up and trembles under him. His grip tightens around your jaw, moaning as he watches you fall apart under him.

“Told you so.” He gasps out, his hips grinding roughly into your pelvis as he coaxes you through the orgasm. “Knew you could do it. Just had to let me get you there.” When he resumes his thrusts, just as slow as before, you jerk at the sensitivity. You rarely finish with a buyer, let alone twice, and he’s still going.

“Are you close?” You whimper at him, his thrust back inward strikes against your g-spot. He stays quiet for a moment, simply watching your face as he fucks into you.

“Why? Need to be elsewhere?” He asks, knowing damn well you’re his for the whole night.

You shake your head. “It-it’s too much. Need a break.” Your body jerks as he refuses to give in.

“You’re still coherent, can’t be that bad.” He whispers down to you, his fingers stroking your jaw gently. “One more. Then I’ll give you a break.” You whine but nod anyway. He smiles, “Good girl.” He whispers. Then, finally, he speeds up a bit, coaxing his own climax closer. His hand finally falls from your jaw to reach between you, fingers circling your clit. You writhe, shouting out as he brings you closer to your next orgasm. You’re so sensitive, it hits quickly, squelching out of you as he pounds into your hole relentlessly. You gasp and cry, trying to close your legs as you soak his cock in your release.

Acacius grunts, the sight of you squirting on him makes his hips stutter a bit. “Oh, I didn’t know you could do that trick.” He groans as his thrusts slow again before he’s pressing as deeps as he can into your body and holding there as his cock pulses and he releases inside of you. He holds himself there for a moment, coming down to his elbows, his forehead resting on yours. He gives you another deep kiss before reaching up to untie your wrists. You make a tired note that he doesn't remove the belt from the headboard, but that’s something future you will worry about. He rolls off to the side, watching you as you rub your wrists. “Rest.” He says.

You squirm, shifting to get to a dry area of the bed. “Do you have a spare sheet?”

He nods. “I do, but only one, and I want to make you do that again so it’s best if we wait to change it.” You nod, eyes drifting shut. You were definitely in for a long night.

A/N: Thanks for reading! This is to @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts, thanks you for all of the encouragement while writing this and for blessing me with your own Marcus Acacius fics during!

#pedro pascal #gladiator 2 #marcus acacuis x reader #marcus acacius #this general man has me in a chokehold rn #general acacius

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