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prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 1; ghoap x reader) masterlist
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Johnnyâs been bragging about a pretty bird lately.
Ghost listens because the periods between missions are long and colourlessâhe fills the time with paperwork, PT, exhausting his muscles in the gym, and dissociating in a booth at the only good pub on base when Johnny drags him alongâand itâs better to tune out the thoughts in his head and replace them with something else. Besides, for as much as he gripes about poorly trained dogs barking too much, he enjoys the sound of Johnnyâs voice. It quiets the faint ringing that follows him wherever he goes, an agitated humming that leaves him, on his best days, on the brink of rage.
âTinnitus,â a doctor says when he brings it up during a routine check-up. Can you shut that fucking noise up?
âBest we can do is get you hearing aids.â Apologetic, sincere even. Stained, as always though, by a trembling, noxious unease. It emanates off the doctor in waves.Â
Hard not to feel uneasy around a man in a mask, Ghost assumes. Thatâs all part of it though. He doesnât cultivate comfort, doesnât attempt to engender soft feelings or put the mind at ease. His body and persona are designed to put the body and mind on the knifeâs edge of fear, and then tip it over. He leaves the sweet talking and charming to men like Johnny, who babbles red language in a tongue like larkspur.Â
Ghostâs first language is oil slick. It stains and it covers and it darkens everything it touches.Â
And now, Johnnyâs talking about a bird.
A couple months after Las Almas, the first picture comes out. Not a folded up keepsake tucked away in the pocket of a bag or a wallet or the inside of his jacket, but right on Johnnyâs lockscreen on his phone. He disapproves at first glance. Not of the girl, but at the thought of keeping something so valuable on display for anyone to see. Itâs not how he functions. Everything sacred is burned, destroyed, orâif precious enoughâburied so deep underground that salt miners might greet it on the way down.
âPretty, eh?â Johnny goads, nudging Ghost with his shoulder. Heâs all wide grin, eyes electric-blue like the flames of Kawah Ijen.Â
She is pretty. Pretty as pie. Not a speck of grit or blood on her; if thereâs any edge to her at all, itâs tempered by her smile in the photo on Johnnyâs phone. A sugar sweet cunt, by the looks of it, sure itâd taste like candy if he got his mouth on it. He angles his eyes with Johnnyâs lips and wonders how many times heâs eaten her out, if hers was the last cunt he ate. Likely. His boyâs the loyal kind, hard to shake off once heâs got his teeth in. Swapping spit or blood, he doesnât leave once heâs got a taste.Â
âWhereâd you find her?â he asks instead of agreeing, and takes a swig from the bottle in front of him. The barâs hardly filled out yet; the two of them come early because Ghostâs an old manâthatâs what Johnny would sayâand doesnât like to be around people once the sunâs set. Itâs a burnished gold now, sun hovering low in the sky when Ghost turns an eye to it.Â
âFlorist. Met her when I picked up flowers for mamâs birthday.â
Nearly a month then. âAnd Iâm just hearinâ about this now?â
Not in this same pub three times a week since then. Not on the tarmac, suited up and sweating already beneath two layers of gear. Not in the shower beside Ghostâs, fingers reaching over the side for a bar of soap because Johnny canât be arsed to get his own. Not with his head slumped to let Ghost shave the sides of his head nice and neat, thick fingers splayed over the delicate bone of his skull that Ghost knows would take nothing to break.Â
It rankles him until he looks back down at the phone in his handsâthe one heâd plucked from Johnnyâs fingers even while he whined about Ghost always stealing his shitâand feels his heartbeat slow. It levels out like staring into the scope of a rifle, the molecules of his breath melding with the molecules of the air until even the sound of his heartbeat dulls to the insects around him.Â
Johnny purses his lips. ââŚWasnât sure then. Am now.â
âCuntâs a cunt. Whatâs there to be sure about?â
âNo.â Johnny shakes his head vehemently. âSheâs noâ like that. Sheâs specialâIâm telling ye, Ltââ he stresses when Ghost snorts, the sound thick with scepticism, ââsheâs a good egg. Smart one. Sweet as pie.â
Sweet as pie. Mutt half-shares his thoughts these days. They must have brought more home than just shellshock and keloids.Â
Johnny squawks when Ghost unlocks his phone and thumbs through his photos, trying to wrench it out of Ghostâs hand to no avail. Heâs easy to hold back. All he has to do is put down his beer for a second and get a handful of hair and jerk, and there it is. Peace and quiet. A wince bleeding into his peripheral vision while Johnny mumbles something under his breath about him being a mean bastard.Â
He snorts again. Even from Johnny, heâs heard worse.Â
There isnât much left of him these days. A tired husk and a taste for Guinness. He bleeds and shaves and wipes it off, smells the viscera still staining his mask that he hardly ever washes, canât bear to honestly. Waste of fucking time, as far as heâs concerned. Just going to get dirtied again, soaked in blood again within the week. Shaves his head too just to have less to deal with, less to distract him from the single-minded intensity he brings to the job. Heâd dematerialize if he could, become a ghost in name and shape, if only the laws of physics allowed.Â
Instead heâs saddled with a body that echoes back his age in creaking joints and low back pain. Scar tissue that aches when it gets cold.Â
In the months heâs known Johnny, heâs never let himself think about the world outside their bubble. His rank demands a certain level of socialising, and while he doesnât schmooze with the brass like other lieutenants might, Ghost hardly has the privilege of isolating himself all the time, but still he can count the people he considers close on one hand.Â
Not family, but close. The thought of family is sheathed within him; he knows to leave the knife in lest he bleed. Still, Johnnyâs fought his way onto the list and now he has to pay with his pound of flesh.Â
Thereâs a switch thatâs been off for years, closer to a couple decades, and it flips back on when he finds this man that trusts him without question, that follows his orders and looks up at him with these big, puppy blue eyes. It twists something in his chest. It turns him into a thing that says maybe itâs better to take than just covet.Â
There are other photos of the girl in Johnnyâs phone, some likely not meant for present company (Johnny flushes red when Ghost flips to a picture of his bird in a pretty little number, lace cupping her tits and ass, sitting on Johnnyâs bed back home and looking back at him over her shoulder with a little grin). Still, it interests him to see this side of his boy; heâs maybe thought of it before in abstract terms. He knows that Johnnyâs no stranger to a wandering eye, not with the way heâs built and his pretty boy face. Heâs well acquainted with Johnnyâs dick, hard not to be in such close quarters; itâs a nice, pretty thing, just like him, a good handful. Nothing like the ruddy battering ram in between Ghostâs legs. The one Johnny once got a glimpse of in the showers after a two week long stint in Kyrgyzstan and paled, mouth gaping open while he stared until he could finally laugh it off.Â
Ghost remembers thinking detachedly about how lovely that little gaped open mouth would feel around his cock.Â
Surprising that it took this long for him to cotton on to his own desires.Â
âBring âer around then. Iâll see for myself how sweet she is.â
Johnny scowls at the sudden uproar from a nearby table. âNoâ a chance in hell. Dinnae trust any of these fuckers to behave around her.â
Ghost hums. Heâs not wrong to be wary; under the table, Ghost runs a hand over his bulge and gives it a squeeze, lifting his thigh to readjust. She has a lovely mouth too.Â
Heâs been breathing fire and brimstone recently. Hungering to hear something break. It takes Johnnyâs hand on his arm to hold him back, every cigarette puffed down to the filter. The pictures on Johnnyâs phone make it seem easy though.Â
Johnnyâs been bragging about a pretty bird lately, preening at every opportunity to show her off. He doesnât know that it takes approximately eight seconds for Ghostâs brain to file the girl in Johnnyâs phone under mine, slotting her right under Johnny in that category and isnât that just perfect because it also takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost to imagine what she might look like under Johnny.Â
He hands Johnny back the phone, face down. âYou get one week. Then I wanna meet your bird.â
#ceil writing#cod mw2#cod x reader#ghost/soap/reader#ghoap x reader#soap x reader#ghost x reader#ghost/reader#ghoap x you
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x-men 2000!logan x bimbo!reader is so personal to me <3
slightly nsfw: đŞˇ
he was standing with scott and a few students on the first landing when he saw you; skipping down the steps of xavier's school, big bouncy hair and shiny lip gloss that catches in the light streaming from the big, glass window. you're clutching your resume in one hand, and the sweetest little pink coach nolita barrel bag in the other as you happily chew on bubblegumâ the smell wafting over to logan instantly.
and logan reads you like a bookâ even from a solid 5 feet away. your curvy legs & hips covered by the softest baby blue velour sweatpants, your tummy slightly on display. at this point, he's long forgotten whatever scott was piously rambling about to the students (and if he's being honest he was never truly listening at all) and logan's full attention is devoted to you. you and your sweet smile and gleeful squeal at getting a job as a mutant teacher, you and your long nails clacking against the old wooden railing as you descend, you and your little baby tee covered by the same soft blue, velour fabric in a mini zip up hoodie. and logan just stares, unable to move for a second. he doesn't even register he is staring until you're turning to him with a pearly smile and a little finger wave, one that he immediately mirrors (much to scott's amused confusion). you whip around, walking to the door, and logan knows he's hit his final straw. he watches the sway in your hips, and your small, excited steps leading you away as the bedazzled "juicy" written across your ass grows further away. the sight has him chasing you out the doorâ walking him like a dog before you even knew his name.
and once you two get together? oh EVERYONE knows. i mean, you're the perfect girl for logan. hyperfeminine, sweet and a tad ditzy, but intelligent and strong in your own way. soon your little mini skirts start to mirror the colors of logan's flannels, and your lipstick looks a tad more smeared in the mornings, and some of the other teachers even notice a little golden anklet around your leg, displaying a heart shaped "L" inside.
and logan absolutely eats it up. he loves watching you put on your makeup in the morning, makin you sit on his lap while he braids your hair and you ramble about certain products. he's constantly needy for you too. your sweet scent lingering in the hallways, and storm swears that at one point he blissfully closed his eyes at the sound of your heels approaching him in the hallway. he loves the dynamic between you bothâ him a pinnacle of masculinity, and strength. but you, you're soft and girly, so girly that it makes him hard just hearing your breathy sighs throughout the day.
he can barely function when you start tapping your foot during one of charles' weekly morning meetings, your bright sparkly pink pencil between your lipsâ covered in the lipstick he chose for you this morning. your wedges tap against the desk as you grow antsy, and logan has to press his hand against the seam of his jeans, his other hand reaching out to grab your anklet clad leg to pause your movement. and when you turn to him, a little gasp and big wide eyes, he has to stifle the grunt in his fist, whispering into your bejweled ear "c'mon baby, you're killin' me, sit still and i'll take care'a you later."
he's utterly obsessed with you, always saying how you're his "best girl," his "little cherry pie," his "dumb baby".
#logan âđâËâšâĄ#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine x reader#wolverine smut#logan howlett x bimbo!reader
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red right hand.
pairing. henry cavill x male reader.
word count. 7.3k.
summary. if there was one thing to give your dad credit for (other than helping create your very existence), it was that he has an insanely hot best friend. it was a universal admiration your neighborhood shared with one another. though, how many actively feasted upon their fantasies regarding that hunk of a man? probably only you, because mr. cavill was more than a crush, he was an addiction. and on one summer day, mr. cavill realized that so were you.
content warning. college!reader, dad's best friend!henry, neighbor!henry, age gap, blowjob (r!giving), degrading, throat-fucking, choking, gagging, spitting, kissing, humiliation, body and muscle worship, rough-play, size difference, dirty talk, verbal, praising, size kink.
The warm wind fanned the sweat off your forehead when you slid your window open. The ledge stained your fingers with particles of dust. Grimacing at the fuzz and simultaneous stickiness, it also provoked a storm of laziness as steel reminders from your dad got caught up in the commotion: CLEAN THE HOUSE.
CAR MAINTENANCE.
STOP ORDERING TAKE-OUT AND COOK.
SORT THE ATTIC.
TIDY GARAGE.
CHECK STOVE IGNITIONS BEFORE LEAVING THE HOUSE.
LOCK THE DOORS.
Ya-dah, ya-dahâŚ
Honestly, how could you check-off any of these tasks with this heatwave currently going on? You were sweating bullets, been sweating enough to bathe in your own salt for days nowâwhich you technically were already doing. It was summer, the long-awaited season after the agony of allergies. A temporary relief to your studies as well, until the humidity hit you like a truck and made you realize that living back in a dorm wasnât so bad.Â
At least the building had a functional air-conditioner.Â
âUh-huh, yep.â Your dadâs voice was going in one ear and out the other as you rummaged through your cabinets for a snack. Cereal; stale. Canned meat; too heavy. Potato chips; not heavy enough. âDad, you know youâve gone on business trips before, right? This isnât the first time Iâve been alone.â
âI know, but Iâm just making sure. Itâs a new house, and Iâve been watching these true crime documentaries about men leaving clubs andââ
âWell, the first mistake was going to a sketchy club in the first placeâŚâ You muttered, peering into the fridge, and then lingering, because refrigerator air has never felt so cooling against your skin. You duck your head to puzzle yourself into the cold box, dumbfounded that the heat had gotten you irritated enough to claim a bag of deli meat as your bunkmate for the time being. The sound of your dadâs frustrated sigh on the other line curled your frown into a smile, and you laughed, âIâm a big boy. Stop worrying, and go enjoyâOw!â You bumped your head against the door on your way out.
âHow can I not worry when you just referred to yourself as a âbig boy?â Not even a man?!â You never realized how theatric the man was. It was like his presence never left the house, exaggerated hand movements and all wafting the smell of his homemade meals whenever he would scold you in his favorite place: the kitchen. You smiled at the fond memories.
âGood pointââ Though they were made at your old house, you were sure that once heâd returned, your dad wouldnât be opposed to creating new memories of scolding your ass off on whatever trouble youâd get into. If you do, that is. Youâve grown since then, finding yourself too tired to socialize.
âRemember, spare keyâs in the birdhouse. Thereâs a compartment at the side of it. Hopefully birds havenât evolved enough to pick it open.â
âIf they have, theyâd be picking at our locks right now to kidnap me and probably feast on my body.â Luckily, the fridge was stocked before your dad had left. You crucified him for being overly-prepared at times, but for this month, it was an exception. You picked at a slice of deli meat and cheese, and stuffed it down your mouth.
âNot funny, (M/N).â
âIâm kidding, Dad. Lighten up! I know youâre nervous about presenting, but they invited you to talk to an audience for a reason. They like you. Just be yourself, and remember not to speak so fast. Have some water on standby too.â And speaking of the devil, you gulped down a glass of iced water to cool down your body as your dad chuckled in your ear.
âI know, I know, thanks.â A muffled sound on the other end filled the silence, sounds of people passing and cars honking passing through your ear. âAlright, my rideâs here. Iâll call as soon as I get to the hotel, okay? You better answerâOh! I forgot to tell you! Henryâs coming over later to look at the car.â
âHenryâOh, Mr. Cavill? Heâs in the neighborhood?â The name rattled a familiar feeling inside of your stomach. Something rather warm, suddenly ravenous when you thought about the last time you saw him.
âActually, he was the one that told me about this house! He lives down the street. But toolâs in the garage if he asks for them, okay?âÂ
âY-yeah, okay. Got it.â You hadnât seen him many times. Only when youâd come home from semester breaks, yet the mere mention of his name had you flustered as if he was a long-lost friend or something.Â
âOkay, gotta go. Love you, and remember, lock your doors! Bye!â
âI will! ByeâŚâ Your phone blinked back to your previous app after ending the call.
You knew he was your dadâs best friend; a divorced father and a bachelor unsurprisngly made a match in heaven.
He was someone that shared your fatherâs interest in tabletop games and comic books. A replacement for yourself you thought earlier on, but he was way more knowledgeable about those interest than you ever were. You grew up on your dadâs nostalgia. For Mr. Cavill and your dad? These memories altered them who they would be in the future.
He was a friend that would help your dad out on building projects, like that birdhouse he had mentioned. He was a charming man that built the PC you currently use after hearing you complain about the previous laptop you had. And best of all, his looks were as abundant as his kindness. Standing over six feet tall, with a chiseled face that matched an equally sculpted body; heâd been a little crush since you first met him, being the only man who was capable of rendering you utterly speechless.
And in present, the only man who had the power to tighten your briefs and shorts with only a passing thought of his body; muscular and athletic in all the right places. If only your dad could somehow muster up a beach day before summer ended. Either way, the image of his bare body excited you, the blood flow immediately rushing south in agreement. Your dick kissed your shorts at the thought water cascading off his hulking body like meltwater over an ice shelf, freezing you in your place to not-so-subtly gawk.
âJesusâŚâ Your body couldnât catch a break, could it? With the ramping heat and the constant sweating, your erection only added fuel to the bonfire that was the pores of your skin. Your cock pulsed madly within the constraint of your briefs, teasing yet begging to be released, to be sheathed from its slick, because it knew you had the key to its relief.
Or rather, Mr. Cavill did.
It was pathetic. Youâd been at this for a year now. As much as you were unfamiliar with Mr. Cavillâs disposition, it was certainly the opposite regarding his physical appearance. Though it hadnât exactly occur to you when this crush of yours had been tiptoeing along the lines of obsession.Â
Wait, was it an obsession..? No, no, it was just a crush.Â
You hadnât done anything wrong. All you had done was browse through his social mediaâhe did follow you, and you mutually pursuedâand stalkedânoâscrolled through his posts. Thank god, he was an avid poster. Pictures of his selfies, his knack for grilling, his love for his pet dogs, his pride over his geeky hobbies, his friendship with your dad and mutual buddiesâall of these pieces attributed to allowing you to get to know him more as you were rotting away on campus, missing life back at home. Like clockwork, looking at his feed brought a sense of comfort, a hope that maybe you could be part of his life as well.
âGod, what Iâd do to ride that mustacheâŚâ You blurted out your thoughts, hyper-aware that you were alone in the house. Youâd been waiting for this. Youâd been surrounded by your roommates 24/7, and then once break started, your dad wanted to insert himself into your schedules as much as he could before the next semester starts.Â
As much as you loved them, you needed space. A space bigger than the privacy of your own room. You deserved the whole house to yourself after enduring months of agony from overdue assignments; stress from bickering roommates that led to chaos within the dorm. You havenât jerked off properly in months, often resorting to a quick session that comforted you on the occasions youâd have to pull multiple all-nighters to get a project done.
You needed relief.
You needed pleasure.
âFuck,â Your eyes had been fixated on Mr. Cavillâs social media feed as you stripped yourself free of clothing. On one hand, it helped your body cool off from the heat building in the house. On the other, you felt vulnerable, like someone could walk in on you any second, and god, was that a turn-on.Â
A grid of his life displayed happily before you, and your thumb scrolled aimlessly in pursuit of multiple pictures ingrained in your brain that had your cock throbbing in your palm. You laid flat on the couch, earbuds fit snug in the canals after briefly switching apps to play your favorite porn in the background of your search. Your stomach sunk deep when the man began moaning in your ears. Hot like the blistering sun outside; you can imagine Mr. Cavill breathing against you like that, as you took his cock in like the video you had playing. Your balls pulled when the man grunted, âRight there,â and you couldnât help but pull at the ache of your cock, then at your balls to fondle at the loose stretch of skin.
âRight there,â you repeated when your thumb paused at the desired video of Mr. Cavill. Another major part of his lifestyle was working out. Strength training, cardio, marathons. You name it, Mr. Cavill did it all, exceptionally well, and the crème de la crème of it all was that he bared his torso for most of his videos. âFuck, youâre so big⌠Fuck, fuckâŚâÂ
It was like watching a warrior prepare for battle. Sweat dripped off the holiest parts of his body as he pumped his muscles with heavy weights. Grunts, heavy and lewd sounds filled your ears while Mr. Cavill powered through his bodyâs resistance. You wondered to yourself if he could take you like that. Force you to take him with brute strength like the weights in his muscular, veiny hands. You were stroking yourself to him, every part of him, palm slick with sweat and spit. Two fingers would get the job done, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. Though, you knew deep down that it would take more than that. Three, or maybe even four, considering the hunk of a man was seemingly built from metal. The video replayed multiple times before you remembered that he had more than enough content for you to jerk off to. You were barely five minutes in, but this was already more pleasurable than whatever you had endured back at the dorms. Your cock felt pleased, spitting out dribbles of thick pre-cum that loosened the stick of your palm as donation to your generosity.
âFuck, HenryâŚâ You rarely referred to him by his first name. It felt unusual. You were much younger than him. Addressing someone closer to your dadâs age felt rude, like you were trying to assert your dominance despite your age difference. You were many things, but disobedient was not one of them. However, you couldnât lie. His name felt polishing to your tongue, something that could improve the taste of dreadful meals if one were to whisper it before taking a spoonful.
His name felt like a miracle.
Your sexual appetite was nourished by the frames of Mr Cavillâs second video. He was completely unaware he was bulging, free-balling in his sweaty shorts while he pursued his vitality through jumping jacks, lunges, toe-touchesâcardio galore that made his heavy cock bounce in rhythm. You could tell he was large, gifted with insane girth to the point where you could make out the shape of his cock just from him stretching. And the smell; sweat sticking on thick curly hairs on his chest, and a happy trail that seemed to promise a world of musk if you ever had an opportunity to endeavor upon your curiosities. You were practically salivating for him, saliva pooling where your tongue sank, while your cock leaked. You pumped yourself quicker and harder at the frustration that your desire to taste Mr. Cavillâs cock would remain a pipe dream.
All that left you was your imagination, and your own musk. Pulling up at your glans, you squeezed out thick loads of pre-cum before swiping it with your thumb and tasting it off with a suck. Salty, bitterly pleasant on your tongue, and satiated enough to not let your libido falter at the disappointment that it wasnât Mr. Cavillâs pre-cum, but rather smolder.
âOh, fuck my mouth⌠I need that cock, Mr. Cavill. Pleaseââ The frames of the third video showcased him flexing his arms and torso. His body bursted with pride, veins surging through every fiber of muscle like they were charging him and his very existence. It was veiny too, wasnât it? His cock. Large and veiny, like how youâd like it. You would struggle fitting him inside of your mouth while his cock veins pulsed with great pleasure knowing that it was Mr. Cavillâs kink that you couldnât take him.Â
No one could.
âFuck, fuck, fuckââ Your eyes rolled back. The slurping sounds from the porn increased by tenfold as you pumped the volume by a few decibels. Lewd, slick sounds you wished you could perform on Mr. Cavill himself violated your ear drums. Pleasure him. Thank him on your knees for being so kind to your father. For building your PC without compensation. For providing you temporarily relief while you were away on campus, and could only jerk off under the blanket. You were grateful for him. For Mr. Cavill. For his thick arms. For his veiny forearms. For his dashing good-looks. For his muscles. For his strong cock. Youâd give yourself to him if you could. Worship every inch of his step, every inch of his body, and that still wouldnât be enough to show your appreciation towards him.Â
Your fist tightened. Your other hand had grown limp by now, dropping your phone to the floor by mistake, but you were too fixated on the pleasure your cock was receiving to retrieve it back. You could watch it from where you were laying, just like this, slickly twisting and pumping your cock to the sound of the porn, to the sound of Mr. Cavill grunting simultaneously as if his thick cock was being feasted on like a hungry beast. âMr. Cavill, pleaseâIâm going toââ
One earbud slipped from the sweat building on your body, but you were close. So fucking close to coming. And when you do, youâd come on your phone.
All over Mr Cavillâs pecs. His abs. His crotch. His face. Anywhere, as long as it was your friendly neighbor, becauseâ
âEnjoying yourself, (M/N)?â
A voice from behind you alerted your body to jolt and whip around upon instinct to defend yourself. Naked or not, you werenât going to die, not in the hands of a burglar.
Though, as soon as you did, you regretted it. You felt like stone. Cold, hard stone as all signs of life seemingly felt like it had been sucked dry out of your body, with your erection taking up most of the produce surprisingly as you confronted the intruder.
The six-feet, muscular, handsome, and familiar man of an intruder.Â
âM-Mr. Cavill?! WhatâWhen did youââ You were flustered. Radiant heat blooming like the season of Spring across several patches of your naked body. It also didnât help that your porn could be heard from earbuds once you took the remaining one out, albeit a bit muffled. And your phone, it was facing the ceiling, looping the video of Mr. Cavill training over and over again. Right before him.
Your body was shaking, physically evident despite your efforts to conceal the tremors as the man stared you down, unfazed by the drama of it all. âFuckââ You didnât know what to turn off first. The porn? The video of him working out? Or maybe dressing yourself should be a priority becauseâMr. Cavill was still staring, blues lingering on your naked body, seemingly outlining every drop of sweat that followed the contours of your figure. There was movement that naturally caught your attention.Â
It was his hand, large and muscular over the center of his shorts. Rubbing, squeezing, fondling at an evidently large mass that made you dry-swallow. You mustered up the courage to finally pause the porn, then clicked your phone off. âH-how long have you been watching?â
âSince the beginning.â He chuckled, stating matter-of-factly. âYour dad told me to come look at your car. Your garage was open. Thought you did that for me, but I guess you really just forgot about closing it consideringâŚâ He nodded towards your cock, licking his lips when it acknowledged him with a throb. âWas coming to get you, and I found you like this.â
âAnd you just watched?!â You sputtered out in distress, hastily dressing yourself back into your clothes, stumbling over your feet in the process. Sweat always made it more difficult to put on clothes.
âWell, I did call you for while I was coming in. You didnât hear me over your video, andâŚme, I suppose.â It was smug. Amusing to him that you were in this state of embarrassment after being caught red-handed. You groaned, burying your head into your knees after sitting back down on the couch. The heat was unbearable, but to face Mr. Cavill after being caught jerking off to his videos, you were overcome with horror at the ghastly spectacle of the situation.
âDonât tell my dad about this,â Your fingers scraped through your scalp out of frustration, but also to keep your head pressed to your knees as they interlaced around you. You refused to even spare one more glance at the man when you felt him practically hovering over you, a gentle smile riding along the coattails of his composure. ââŚplease.â
âI wonât,â Mr. Cavillâs voice sounded clearer, closer than before. Right above you, but still, you maintained your position despite the pleasant scent of his cologne almost breaking away your focus. âJust as long as you suck me off.â
Those final words hit you like a truck.Â
You were astounded, confused by the turn of the situation. It felt like a taunt, and it was treated as such because it worked. You whipped your head up upon Mr. Cavillâs demand, almost insulted because it was how guys on campus used to taunt you.
What you expected to grace your eyes with was his face; charming as ever with a mustache that was reliable in stirring immense feelings inside of you.
Instead, you were met with a face full of flesh, Mr Cavillâs heavy and large cock. It sported a strong curve, throbbing veins to prove its accelerating lust, with thick balls swinging low to entice you into a hypnotic state. If someone was to grade you upon your predictions, youâd score a perfect mark, because god damn, he was huge. Hairier than youâd expected, though just as arousing, if not more, because this was unexpected for Mr. Cavill as well. He wouldâve cleaned himself a bit if he had a plan to meet you under these circumstances.
âIâYouâre serious?â With the string of thick pre-cum dripping from the very slit of his head, it seemed like your question was answered. You could smell him. The musk of his pre-cum. It tingled your nostrils, enchanting you akin to what fresh pastries wouldâve done for you on normal, non-libido provoking circumstances.
âDoes it look like Iâm kidding? Come on, Iâm waiting. You didnât even say âthank youâ to me in person when I built you that PC for Christmas. Itâs the least you could do, right?â Without warning, he took ahold of his cock and tapped the center of your lips with it. Your orbs shook as you looked up at him, hesitant through the tremor of your lips as Mr. Cavill stared back, determined for you to accept his plea offer with some kind of answerâwith your mouth preferably. âBeen teasing me for so long⌠Think I didnât notice the way you looked at me whenever I came over? How you kept massaging your cock under the table during dinner? Always in those shorts too⌠God, you were begging to be fucked with your thighs showing like that.â
âNoâI-Youâre my dadâs friend, I canâtââ Your hand said otherwise with your fingers taking initiative on their own, wrapping over his large cock, right above Mr. Cavillâs fist. It was a two-hander, a fucking two-hander, yet your fingers struggled to close around his girth. âFuck, youâre soâŚâ
âYour dad doesnât have to know, right? I wonât tell. You wonât either. We donât want to hurt him, right?â One of his hands found its way to the back of your head while he took a step closer, bringing his cock closer to your face. Before you could pull away, there was true grit to the palm of Mr Cavillâs hand as he applied pressure to the back of your head, pressing your cheek flush to the underside of his cock. âLook at you, you donât have the heart to say no, do you? Youâre obsessed with my cock, arenât you?â
âY-yes, Mr. CavillâŚâ You were under his control. Locks of your hair bundled under a grip while he ground his cock against your supple skin, making you smell him; his musky cock, the sweat buried in the deep hairs of his pubic area. It was a glorious scene that returned your cock back to its original state of arousal by tenfold.Â
âYouâre going to be a good boy and suck my cock off, right?â Almost in your mouth. You parted your lips open to trap his cock into your mouth with the way he maneuvered your head like a rag doll, a brute strength your nape now, pulling and pushing your head as his cock rubbed against your face, but Mr. Cavill pulled at the last minute, right when you were one lick away from tasting meaty flesh. âClose your mouth. You will open your mouth when I tell you so.â
âIâIâYes, please...â You were pathetic. He held you still, head tilted upwards to face the ceiling and his towering body while his cock and balls laid over your face like a table runner, a perfect heater to warm his meat. A t-shirt remained on his body, and that was a true testament to his appeal, being able to get you off like this half-naked. You reached down, back to fondling at your sore cock, at the blue balls youâd given yourself earlier, sniffing, inhaling the heavy delightful scent of his sweaty cock. Guess his house was having air-conditioning difficulties too.
âI can use your mouth however I want?â He dragged his cock over your face, the head leaking out pre-cum in midst of its journey to introducing itself to every one of your facial features, saving your lips for last.Â
âYes,â You gulped at his rousing speech, breathing in the drying musky pre-cum on the perimeter of your skin. âPlease fuck my mouth, pleaseââ
âIf youâre good, then this can be a regular occurrence, yeah?â You slipped your shorts and briefs off again, jerking yourself off to simply the teasing taunt of his cock, tapping at your skin, brushing over your eyelids, pushing up against your nose. You felt humiliated. Youâd been marked by Mr. Cavill, pathetically as it only took his huge cock to make you submit to him. âYouâd like that? Sucking your dadâs best friend off?â
âF-fuck, yesâŚâ His cock was a wand to your body. Every time Mr. Cavill was seemingly about to push into your mouth, you willingly opened it to no avail, even if it was obvious that heâd pull away. You could only get off on his scent for so long. Heâd draw your tongue out when he squeezed pre-cum out the tip of his cock, right above your pink flesh. It would sink, drip, slowly like syrup, in thick strings, until it wasnât anymore with the sudden obstruction of Mr. Cavillâs finger swooping in to nick the sticky web, and letting it waste away on the carpet. âPlease, Mr. Cavill⌠I-Iâll be goodâŚâ
It was amusing to him, watching you desperately try to taste and watch him in any way you can, to the point of going cross-eyed as he would center his cock in your vision. He waved his cock like a flag as if he had conquered you. Humiliated you with several heavy slaps to your face, thick smacks that you took in whimpering grace because Mr. Cavill had stolen the resources to your insanity.
âThatâs what I like to hear.â
Mr. Cavill didnât waste a single second for you to prepare yourself. The pressure on your nape steeled, bruising to make you open your mouth and whimper, and maybe that was the point, because he seized the opportunity to charge his cock inside of your mouth without warning, making you gag on your own desperation. It was a forewarning. A brief prologue on how you should take his cock as he quickly pulled himself out to properly prepare yourself. In the meantime, he slapped your cheek multiple times with the spit you had already layered him with, cooing at how incredible hard and big he was against your dazed face.
âFuck, your mouth is so warm. Thatâs it, you can take it. Good boy.â Saliva spilled out of your mouth like a popped water balloon when he pushed himself inside of your mouth again. You couldnât control it. You couldnât control what Mr. Cavill had stripped away from you with the strength he had on your neck. Not to mention, the mass of flesh gagging you into oblivion, leaving you completely incapable of stopping him, as if you wanted him to. âCome on, use your hands too. Donât be lazy.â
âMm-mmfâŚâ A compliance that was muffled by a slur of slick sounds, but Mr. Cavill knew what you meant. Amusement played on the corner of his lips as you struggled to fit a hand around the base of his sticky cock, sloppily stroking what was left neglected by your mouth, or rather your inability to take in. You suckled on the head of his cock, plump and heavy on your tongue as it throbbed with every lick you provided him. Stroking its slit with the tip of your tongue, you then dug and slobbered over the salty taste of his pre-cum. âSo big⌠Just like Iâd imagined.â
You pulled away to marvel at the size of his cock, taking your time to lube his cock with your spit from tip to shaft before your fist flushed to his pelvis to slap his meaty cock on the pouch of your tongue, lewdly flinging your spit in the air. It was your favorite move, often reliable in coercing a reaction out of the men youâd sucked off previously. The roll of his eyes, the flex of his muscles, the grunt from his gut; you slobbered all over his cock, worshipping every inch with your mouth, polishing the cock knob clean with your tongue and stroking what you couldnât with two deft hands. Mr. Cavill was no different, he was a man with needs like you, with needs like the rest of the men youâd given head to, and you exploited the hell out of it. You loved making them feel in power, making them feel like you were worth time out of their day, despite their original pleas to use your mouth.
He briefly pulled back to rest a kiss on your lips, one that youâd treasure for the rest of your life. Not only was it because it was your first kiss was him, but because of how delicate he was with you. Warm and inviting like he usually was, his large hands cupped at the end of your jaw, holding you as if you were made of porcelain. âMaking me so proud right now, fuck. Take in more of my cock, would you? I like it when you gag.â
âMm-hmmâŚâ They always do. You mumbled against his lips, no longer needing his guidance to finish what youâd started. Your eyes were glued to Mr. Cavill, aroused by the look he was giving you. A famished stare that demanded to be satiated, by means of sheer persistence as you knew it was going to be difficult to down him with your throat.
Mr. Cavill drove a hand into your hair, cuffing the strands to keep you still, to keep you from pulling away, to dominate you. He watched you without an ounce of kindness, muscles flexing, cock and balls hanging obscenely as you found a better position on your knees with a throw pillow guarding you from bruising. âWant you to throat-fuck me, Mr. Cavill.â
âFuck, who knew you had such a mouth on youâŚâ He sturdied his stance, spreading his strong legs while manhandling your head between them. You licked a stripe over his balls, then the underside of his cock until your tongue reached the scorching skin of his precum-slicked tip. Approaching the end of the journey, your mouth opened wide to welcome Mr. Cavill back into your mouth, and like tugging on a loose knot, you drew out moans from within his gut, his body loosening in turn of your hot mouth. âFuck, just like thatâŚâ
With a thundering heart, and a building pleasure so morbidly big, you sunk and lowered your head lower, taking in Mr. Cavillâs horse-cock like a fleshlight. Crimson rose to your cheeks, to your neck, as you strained to maintain him inside of your mouth. He was too big. Youâve utilized all the tactics youâve learned on campus, on a few buddies, on your roommates. Breathe through your nose, relax your tongue and jaw, let your saliva drip out. Yet youâd barely taken a few inches more than you had done prior before a couple of gags alerted you to take a breather. Your head pulled back, but it was met with violent opposition as Mr. Cavill brought your head back down to further shove himself down your throat.
âMmmâgggrgh!â Your body jolted in defense, stiffening your body into an upright position when you couldnât refrain from gagging on his cock. Your hands braced on his strong thighs for balance, squeezing at the muscly flesh of skin to distract yourself from the uncomfortable stretch your mouth was receiving.
âFuck, yeah. Fuck, fuck, just like that. Youâre taking it like a good boy.â You were making him proud, so fucking proud. You coughed, gagging, almost choked on your own spit, but the stuffing of Mr. Cavillâs large cock simultaneously emptied your mouth of saliva as it all came flooding down your mouth in lewd webs. âShit, look at that. Iâm making your mouth water, arenât I? Fuck, what a waste.â
He yanked your head back, pulling him out of your throat, and you had never felt such relief. Breathing, exhaling and inhaling deep to compensate for the prediction that Mr. Cavill wasnât going to let you spare a second of abandoning his cock like that. Your eyes watered, reddened from straining your muscles to make him fit inside of your mouth. You knew there was a shift in the room when you looked up at him like that, glossy in the eyes, tremors involuntarily making your knees unsteady, coughing as you held onto his thighs. He towered over you, you were beneath him, beneath the ravenous gaze he simultaneously terrified and seduced you with. You couldnât complain now. You did your job. You made him feel powerful like youâd wanted. Dominating, as his cock leaked in your spit, and spit your saliva back onto your face.
âYou were fucking hungry for my cock, werenât you? Look at you. Youâre a bloody messâŚâ With one swipe, he gathered the layers of spit you had generously supplemented his cock with, and smeared it across your face. You took his humiliation with good grace, moaning at your loss of pride with every smear. It deducted the more he messily layered your face with your own spit, but as demeaning as it was, there was immense merit to the satisfaction on Mr. Cavillâs face. âOpen up.â
âM-mm, ahââ Your mouth opened with a vulgar sound. If Mr. Cavill had something to compare it to, it would be like sticking a spoon into a cup of jello, and then scooping its content out. Sweet and glorious to his ears, salty to your mouth as he bought your head forward again, and plunged his cock back down your throat, deeper, and further within the confines of your throat. You squeezed around him, eyes clenched tight while he brought your face flushed to his pelvis, the hairy bush of his public area gentle abrasive against your nose. He smelled as delectable as he tasted. A hint of spice, sweat, salt, you could lick at it if it was made into a popsicle, lap it up if it was in a bowl and you were on all fours, bowing to his feet.
Your cheeks bulged as your mouth churned internally to produce more slime to seemingly ease the slide of Mr. Cavillâs cock thrusting inside of you now. He was careless, half-bent over your head to lock you into a tight embrace while his spit-polished cock rubbed at either side of your cheeks, rut against the roof of your mouth, then thrust himself into the depth of your warm throat. You couldnât have escaped if you had wanted to. He was too strong. Two hands unrelenting around your head while he packed his large cock deep into your mouth, pelting into your gags and whimpers with fast, sharp thrusts, the sound of his wet dick choking you mutually turning you and Mr. Cavill on. You want to quit, yet he was choking you too good. Water streamed down your cheeks. Whether it was your own spit, sweat, or tears, you couldnât comprehend it because Mr. Cavill was uncompromising, refusing to yield for your comfort.
You were fucking grateful. That was what had been missing from your college experience. A man. Someone taking charge for once. Someone utilizing you like the whore you made yourself out to be. Mr. Cavill saw right through you, through your taunts from several breaks ago, and he was fucking furious for making him wait.
âShit, Iâm close,â Fucking your mouth furiously. You could get off like this. Fuck, no. You were getting off to this. Fucking your cock with your fist, doing your best to match the pace of Mr. Cavillâs hips. You wanted to look up, to watch his face morph from admiration to animalistic desire as he utilized your throat at his own disposal.
You blinked away your tears, even if they had stung, and gawked at how captivating Mr. Cavill was for being selfish, thrusting into your mouth with one hand keeping your face free of your hair from obstructing his view. A frown permanently framed his mustache, and his dark brows furrowed at the approaching climax. He wasnât looking at you. Rather, he was scrutinizing your wet mouth as it was jam-packed with his cock. How could a mouth look so pretty while doing something absolutely obscene? How could a throat feel so tight, so addictive, even after piping his cock down its drain several times? How could you let him treat you like this, a complete stranger, completely violate and humiliate you on your knees, like a broken doll whose purpose was to fulfill a manâs deepest desires? Maybe he needed to have a talk with your father. Talk about how broken you were, and that you needed fixing. Spend a nights with him at his house, and he would help you rewire your brain. Heâd fix you. Fix you with his cock. With his lips. With his hands. With his body. Your eyes rolled back at the thought, fisting your cock faster, twisting to his heavy grunts as he was nearing closer and closer to the edge of his insanity.
âMfghm!â Your throat felt raw, the subtlest whimper scratching at your throat like claws on chalkboard. But you persisted, pumping your shaft vigorously, your ears lapping up Mr. Cavillâs constant appraisal for your performance. Good boy. Thatâs it. Youâre taking my cock like how I want it. You want your reward? Fuck, sloppier. Spit on it. Spit on my dick. I like it sloppy.Â
Sweat pebbled every inch of your skin. You couldnât take it. It was coming. Your stomach sank and steeled upon the sudden rise of fulfillment, and you quickly released your grip after a final stroke before coming into the air. Thick ropes catapulted upwards, your cock throbbing with every pulse, and your balls emptying itself more and more with a bounce, a twitch, and a jolt. âF-fuck, ughâŚâ
âFuck, yeah. Look at all of that cum. Fuck. You came that much just from my cock, look at thatâŚâ Your body spasmed as the carpet soaked up your semen. His voice gruff yet gentle at the same time, making your cock twitch once more before softening.Â
âCome on, not done yet. Suck me off.â He spat out, tugging your head forward after a quick breather.
Something in you clicked, and you began sucking his cock off like it was your job. Twisting, stroking at the slick shaft while nipping at the head while you caught up to your breath. Suddenly saltier on your tongue as some of your cum had landed on your hand before it was smeared across Mr. Cavillâs dick. Youâve never tasted yourself before, but it was a found contentment you didnât expect to turn you on.
Then, you took one last breath, cleared your throat, and charged forward. Long, thick inches slid into your throat once more, and youâd hold yourself there upon his final warning, mouth agape, lips pressed into the fur of his pubic hair. Your tongue flattened at the underside of his veiny cock, and your nails dug into the back of his thighs as you felt a thick warmth rush down and coat the inside of your throat. His cock throbbed, and Mr. Cavillâs grunts emptied from his gut with every spill. You could feel every heavy pulse as Mr. Cavill came down your throat in heavy, creamy spurts. You didnât want to swallow. Not yet. You wanted to savor him. Savor the taste of his cum. Youâd pined for it for so long, for all you could know, this could be your last opportunity to properly taste him. Slowly, but surely, his loads rose and pooled in the back of your throat upon barricading it with a tighten of your trachea. The rest of his spurts emptied on your tongue as he pulled himself out, and milked himself to completion.Â
âDonât swallow yet.â
You nodded, panting, awaiting for his nuts to be emptied as he flung his cock a few times, hurling drips of cum and your spit over your tongue and face. When he was seemingly emptied out, his gaze fixated on his cum pooled in the back of your throat; semi-translucent and filthily swimming with your own spit, and then Mr. Cavillâs own saliva, as he then spat into your crowded mouth.Â
âNow swallow.â
You whimpered at the vulgarity of this affair, yet you were highly-aroused by this shame you were feeling. Mr. Cavillâs gaze stilled, anticipating with calm amusement while petting at your cheek. With one clean gulp, you downed your guilt, scrunching your nose when the salty taste of his spunk throttled your tastebuds, and sighed in satisfaction.
âDoes your throat hurt?â He was on his haunches, carefully examining your throat as if he had his hand around you from the outside. It was a surprising return to his normal self, at least, the man that you knew as your dadâs best friend. Caring and patient, as he tended to your neck with apologetic kisses, and a gentle massage around your nape, where he mustâve gripped too hard upon your jolted reaction.
âA little⌠Didnât take you were one to be rough like that.â Your knees gave out, letting yourself fall back onto your butt knowing that the couch would catch your position.
âNot usually, no⌠You just⌠happen to rile me up for some reason.â He was smiling, joining you on the floor, and nuzzling his furry mustache into the crook of your neck as if he wasnât choking you with his cock a few minutes ago. It was unusual, yet charming. âSeriously, donât tell your dad, okay?â He whispered into your ear before turning your cheek to look deep in his eyes.
A meaningful stare, a beat of silence, before you spoke, âOnly if you promise me something.â
âWhatâs that?â Mr. Cavill pressed a kiss to your swollen lips, another apology for stretching your mouth without much warning.
âYou really meant it that this would be a regular thing if I did a good job?â Mr. Cavill scoffed at first. It was almost embarrassing. Were you being naive? Was this too good to be true? Your cheeks flushed red, and you solemnly casted your gaze downwards, defeated because that was that it felt like. The sound of rejection always came with a scoff, everyone knew that.Â
âWell, it was going to be a regular thing even if you had accidentally bit my dick off.â He suddenly laughed at how susceptible you were by the smallest actions, and at this moment, you were surprised that maybe this crush wasnât so one-sided after all. He teased at your frown, kissing the corner of your mouth until it was a smile, and then prodding at your sides when you resisted. âCome on, you couldnât possibly think this was a one-time thing.âÂ
âTemptingâŚâ You snuck a head in between his thighs, reaching for a certain tool that had brought in so much pleasure and pain to your body. âI donât know⌠we donât talk much. I donât know you that well.âÂ
âDonât.â Mr. Cavill teasingly warned, stopping you by taking ahold of your wrist. Though, one step too late, as you already cupped his flaccid cock, tormenting his balls with a few tugs and squeeze of your palm as an act of revenge for your throat. âWell⌠then letâs get to know each other. No problem doing that, right?â
âMm-mm, guess not.â Pursing your lips, you nodded, feeling placated by his words.
He sighed into your mouth, kissing you again, licking at the inside of your mouth, tasting your tongue and then your cheek, to soothe his selfish stain on your body with the work of his mouth.Â
âFirst, I want to hear you say âthank youâ for building that PC of yours before I promise you anything.â
âJesus, weâre still on this?â
âYes! Do you know how long that took me?â
âI didnât ask you to build me oneââ
âGod, youâre an ungrateful brat.â
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Can perisex people actually shut up for 2 seconds instead of invalidating, harassing and denying intersex people the simple basic function of acknowledging intersex isn't RARE. Every time one of you calls us "DSD" or similar words an angel should come down and throw a bag of hammers at you. Acknowledging PCOS is under the intersex umbrella does not mean we're calling you broken women, it doesn't mean we're calling you men, it doesn't mean you're disordered now, it doesn't mean you aren't cis. intersex people can be whatever they want, cis, trans, both, neither, etc.
You don't have to personally identify as intersex for you to let others exist with the term and community. I'm going to combust! focus on other things that isn't chanting your intersexist views!
"Woah you're so aggressive" whenever we try to be calm, gentle and patient we get verbally stomped on or straight up told we shouldn't exist. i think its time we got mean - đŞ˝
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Trash Novel Chronicles Masterlist
1. Please Let Me Live || Vil Schoenheit
You get isekai'd into the worst novel you've had the misfortune of reading because apparently your life is a cosmic joke. Now all you have to do is not act like the character you've possessed and it'll be fine, you think?
Your fiancĂŠ being Vil Schoenheit makes it a little harder to behave like a human being with functional braincells, but hey, atleast he likes you, you think?
2. Villain System vs World || Riddle Rosehearts
You have a guilty pleasure: trashy villainess stories. So when you die a frankly, humiliating death, and end up in one of the worst ones you've had the pleasure of reading as the villainess, you're in denial. Then the villain system shows up. Well, there goes your second chance at life So what do you do now? Do villainous things and cause as much chaos as you can, of course. And maybe, just maybe, bag the male lead, Riddle Rosehearts while you're at it.
3. I'd Rather Date the Male Lead's Dad || Lilia Vanrouge
When you end up in your best friend's favourite but absurd novel about breaking a fae prince's curse as the heroine, you didn't expect to get attached to his little family too. Even more unexpected? You fell for the male lead's dad, but hey it looks like he likes you too.
4. Accidentally Falling for a Fae Prince || Malleus Draconia
When you get dragged into a novel which ends with the heroine in a polycule with the most annoying men in literature, as the heroine herself, you decide that you're gonna skip town. ...Only to trip over the fae prince, Malleus Draconia.
5. Not Another Royal Mess || Azul Ashengrotto
As a proofreader who gets isekaiâd into a cringeworthy novel as the villainess, you decide to take revenge on the heroine and male lead for their awful story. With Azulâwho just wanted to sell you a magic rockâpulled into your chaos.
6. Love Triangles and Royal Rumbles || Leona Kingscholar
When you get isekai'd as the male lead in the novel where your favorite character, Leona Kingscholar is the second male lead, all that's left to do is rewrite the romance!
7. I Want To Retire! || Idia Shroud
You write a novel that reads like a dumpster fire and while trying to delete the draft, you accidentally get isekaiâd into it.
Now, as the villainess, you have to get Idia Shroud on your side as well as survive high society. You have your work cut out for you.
8. Stealing the Plot for Drama || Jamil Viper
The book you've been looking forward to turns out to be a piece of crap, and you have the bad luck of getting pulled into it as the villainess.
So you decide to steal the main character's show, just for sport with the help of your fiancĂŠ, Jamil Viper.
9. Falling for the Sun in a Cold Empire || Kalim Al-Asim
You lose everything you've worked for after a freak accident and end up getting transported to the novel that you read when you were a teenager.
As the villainess. It's time to rebuild yourself, one step at a time with a little help from Kalim Al-Asim, your betrothed.
10. My Consort Calls Me Shrimpy || Floyd Leech
You get isekai'd into a novel where the perfect Empress got absolutely wrecked by the plot, and now you have to juggle a bland heroine, 15 weird consorts, a traitor and a delightfully unhinged eel whoâs oddly good at solving your problems.
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PSYCHO
synopsis: (slasher! AU) you find yourself at a creepy inn in the middle of nowhere.
featuring: hu tao
rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)
warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom character, stalking, peeping, perverted character, yandere-ish character, ooc character, peepholes, mast.urbation while peeping, breaking and entering, usage of a se.x to.y, fin.gering, shower se.x, degradation, obsessive character, not proofread.
art credits: my hero academia
The rain was heavy and loud, beating down against your windshield as your wipers fought furiously to keep your window clear. Driving out late at night in the middle of a storm was not ideal, however you really wanted to get to your destination soon without having to sleep on the side of the road again, so you continued to press on.
As the minutes passed by, it appeared the rain wasnât letting up anytime soon, forcing you to seek refuge at any of the nearby motels in the area. Though you were literally driving through the middle of nowhere, your eyes spotted something flickering in the distance; a beam of red light that was unmistakable for a sign. You drove closer, pulling up to the sign and reading it through your watery windshield; âWangsheng Innâ it read in big bold letters, a beacon of safety in the raging storm around you.Â
âAhâŚscrew it.â You grumbled to yourself, pulling into the parking lot of the motel so you could rest for the night. This would definitely take a small dig into your wallet, but at this point anything was better than driving in the storm.
You parked your car and got out in the heavy rain, immediately getting soaked under mother natureâs downpour. You hurried to grab your bags from the trunk and drag them to the dimly lit check-in office in the corner. Through your hurry to get inside as soon as possible, you failed to notice the shadowy figure watching you from behind the curtain, watching as you scrambled across the parking lot to get to the office.
âCold cold cold coldâ you mentally cursed yourself and opened the door to the office, the warmth of a nearby radiator hitting your face and making you sigh with relief. AhâŚthat was better. You hurried inside and shut the door behind you, letting the warmth and dryness of the indoors seep into you while you walked up to the front desk.
Huh, thatâs strange. There was no one there. You waited a few moments before looking over at the bell on the counter, underneath a sign that read âRing for Service.â
So, like any other functioning adult, you tapped it once. Twice. Until finally you heard footsteps shuffling in the room behind the office, the door finally opening and revealing a young woman with a cute smile.Â
âAh, hello there!â She greeted rather cheerfully, her demeanor already coming across as cute. âDidnât expect anyone to be out in this weather. Quite a storm huh?âÂ
âUh, yes. It really is.â You were taken aback by how energetic she was so late at night, but you chalked it off as just her doing her job. âI would like to check in for the night.â
âJust one night?â The woman smiled peculiarly.Â
âAhâŚyeah. Just until the storm goes away. Iâm kind of in a hurry.â You glanced at your watch and noted it was almost 9pm now.Â
âAweâŚI see.â The woman sounded almostâŚdisappointed. âWell in that case, you can have Room 1! Itâs right next to this one and itâs vacant, like all our other roomsâŚâÂ
She laughed off her small joke and extended her hand while she flipped through the guestbook. âAnyways, Iâm Hu Tao, proud owner of the Wangsheng Inn.âÂ
âIâm (Reader)â you responded calmly, giving her a small handshake in return. She smiled when you took her hand, seemingly enjoying the feel of your hand around hers. â(Reader)âŚthatâs a pretty name for a pretty girl.âÂ
You smiled nervously at the compliment, wondering if she was flirting with you or not. You wouldnât mind usually, but right now you were tired and just wanted to take a hot shower and lie down in a warm bed. âYesâŚthank you. Uhm, may I get the key to my room?â
âOh! Of course, of course!â She hummed nonchalantly, grabbing a key off the wall. âYou must be exhausted, please make sure to enjoy all the luxuries our rooms have to offer.â
She winked at you and handed you the key, its small weight pushing firmly against your palm. You held it securely in your grip, nodding as you let her escort you to the room next door. The rain outside poured heavily still as you dragged your luggage behind you, opening the door to Room 1 and turning the lights on inside.Â
Hu Tao soon followed suit behind you as you took in the warm hospitality of the room. Like the office, it was warm and well lit, a comfortable place to stay the night while you waited out the storm. âHere it is, our famous Room 1 suite!â Hu Tao exclaimed jovially. âDoes it accomodate to your tastes, maâam?âÂ
âItâs lovely for such a bargain price. I am surprised you didnât charge me any higher,â you hummed in astonishment, setting your luggage down on the floor.Â
âWell, no one really drives through these parts. The Wangsheng Inn is off to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I have no choice but to make the rooms cheap,â she smiled softly, looking at you. âThough, I was quite surprised to see you tonight. Out in the storm in the middle of nowhere, what exactly were you doing out thereâŚ?â
She leaned in close to you, her face just inches away. Your breath hitched and you felt the hairs on your neck stand up on end, a little creeped out by how prodding she was being.Â
âErmâŚplease donât take this the wrong way but that is my own business to worry about,â you responded firmly. Hu Tao chuckled and took a step back, raising her hands up in surrender. âRight, I apologize. I shouldnât have been so nosy.â It seemed that no matter what the topic was, Hu Tao always had a smile on her face. Though it was slightly unsettling, you chalked it off as just being her personality. âItâs alright, thoughâŚI would like to unpack for a bit. My clothes are soaking wet, so Iâd like to change.âÂ
âOf course maâam. Let me know if you need anything, my office is right next door.â She grinned and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind her. Now alone, you stood in the middle of the quiet room, taking a deep breath and shaking off the unnerving feeling you felt after encountering the manager.Â
âWhat an odd womanâŚâ you thought to yourself, beginning to unload your luggage and dig through your clothes. âQuite attractiveâŚand somewhat charming, if not for being so nosy.â
You sighed and pulled out a few clothes from your suitcase, wondering what to wear to bed before hopping into the shower.Â
âThis should doâŚâ you murmured to yourself, pulling out a pair of pajamas and setting it on the bed. Slowly, you began stripping out of your wet clothes, your skin glistening from the moisture of your clothes, beautiful and refined. As you were busy changing, you suddenly felt as if you were being watched, a feeling of unsettling fear rising in your chest.Â
âŚThat canât be right though. You were alone in your motel room, surely your paranoia was just playing tricks on you.Â
You shrugged off the feeling and began taking off your underwear, eager to step into the warm shower and wash away the grime of today.Â
In the office room next door, inside the back room where only Hu Tao was allowed to enter, she breathed heavily and watched you through the peephole hidden behind her picture frame, eying the way you slid out of your undergarments rather sensually. On the surface, Hu Tao appeared as a quaint and spry young woman, effortlessly charming with her bright smile and casual demeanor. However, underneath it all; she was just a huge pervert, fingering herself to the sight of you blissfully unaware that you were being peeped on by the innkeeper next door.
âGodâŚhow beautiful,â Hu Tao thought to herself, unable to contain her sleazy grin as she pressed her fingers deeper against her clit. Her thighs buckled with each forceful motion of her fingers, drooling over the sight of your beautiful body just out on display for her. âItâs not often that a pretty lady like her shows upâŚgoodness, Iâm a mess.âÂ
Hu Tao stifled a whimper as she pushed her fingers further up her cunt, feeling her velvety walls clamp tightly around her digits. She was a complete mess just watching you, her pants pulled down to her knees while she touched herself imagining various fantasies with that stunning body of yours. The loneliness and isolation of running a roadside inn was really catching up to her as she craved to feel another woman against her body.
âTurn aroundâŚâ Hu Tao whispered to herself, lusting for the sight of seeing your breasts and full body on display. âOh fuck please turn aroundâŚâÂ
She eyed you hungrily before watching as you turned around to grab a towel, her pussy throbbing at the sight of you exposed before her.Â
âNnnhâŚdamn.â Hu Tao licked her lips and fingered herself faster, watching as you went into the bathroom to shower. She didnât have a peephole to look in there, but she could imagine the warm water cascading down your body, the room all hot and steamy as your body grew slick from the moisture. Hu Tao couldnât take it anymore, her thoughts were growing stronger and her bodyâs needs were becoming more urgent.Â
She slid another digit in, closing her eyes and trying to urge herself to release. No matter how hard she thrusted, or added another finger, or ground against her hand it still wasnât enough. She needed to have the source right in front of her.Â
âWellâŚlooks like Iâll be using that spare key after allâŚâ Hu Tao mumbled to herself, sliding her slimy fingers out of her folds and pulling her pants up.Â
Turning on the shower head, you let out a sigh of relief when you felt the hot water run down your body. All those hours of being cooped up in your old car left your body cramped, an ache present in your muscles as you stretched them out to get them working again. âMy back is killing meâŚâ you grumbled, arching your back to hopefully sort out a few knots that have gathered. You took some soap and lathered your body up, relieved at the sensation of being clean again after so long.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut under the shower head, so lost in your pleasant shower that you failed to hear the sound of your bathroom door slowly opening. Each footstep fell onto deaf ears as the shadowy figure in front of the curtain drew closer, raising something in their hand that looked strangely long and pointed.
The shadow continued to stand there, almost as if they were admiring your silhouette showering like a creep. They stood there for a few more moments of silence, before suddenly yanking the shower curtains open, causing you to open your eyes abruptly.Â
You let out a scream once you saw the figure in front of you, covering your chest and backing up against the wall. The hardness of the tiled wall hit your back with a cold slam, adrenaline spiking in your veins once you saw who had broken into your room.Â
Hu Tao? The innkeeper?!Â
She stood there with that same, chilling smile like always. âI figured your body was quite sore after your journey, so why donât you let me deal with that for youâŚ?â
Her eyes went half lidded, obsession swirling in her eyes before she raised the object in her hand. Your breath hitched and you immediately let out another scream, raising your hands to shield your body and face from the knife you thought was in her hand. What you expected for pain and bloodshed did not come, however. Instead, only the soft chuckle of Hu Taoâs amusement rang out, causing you to hesitantly open your eyes.Â
In her handâŚwasnât a knife, no. It was long⌠but definitely not sharp. Far from it in fact.Â
Heat rose to your cheeks and you let out a confused whimper. WasâŚthat a sex toy?Â
âDidnât think youâd be so terrified of a dildoâŚâ Hu Tao giggled, stepping into the shower with you, still fully clothed. You felt adrenaline spike in your chest as she backed you further against the wall, pinning you there. For a few moments, Hu Tao just stood there, admiring your naked form as the hot water dripped down her face, her wet hair sticking to her skin. If not for how utterly psychotic she looked, you had to admit that her hair all wet really added to her physical appealâŚ
âOh, looks like youâve finally quieted down,â She giggled, slowly tracing the tip of the sex toy up your thigh. âGood girl, canât have you screaming in fear when you should be screaming in pleasure.âÂ
âŚDid your pussy just throb? You had no idea what your body was doing right now, a mixture of fear and arousal pooling at your core. âWhâŚWhat are you doing here?â Your voice trembled greatly, unsure if you should fight, flee, or freeze.Â
âAs the innkeeper of Wangsheng Inn, it is my duty to make sure all our guestsâ needs are met,â she licked her lips and leaned closer, her breath tickling your own. âEspecially for the pretty women we so rarely get.âÂ
She giggled and traced the tip of her dildo a little higher, eliciting goosebumps in their wake as it got closer to your core. The steamy bathroom was not making your desire any less stronger, but although you were already trembling in fear, a part of you felt your knees buckle at the curious temptation Hu Tao had to offerâŚ
âLet me show you a good timeâŚâ she purred, the lust glistening in her eyes. It was clear she was heavily attracted to you, âI promise I wonât hurt youâŚif you donât want me to.âÂ
You should not have gotten as turned on as you did, but that longing inside you was curious to know just how good this innkeeper really was. Unconsciously, you found your head tilting downwards in a nod, before Hu Tao immediately moved forward to kiss you. Her tongue immediately darted in between your lips, catching you off guard before sliding her fingers up to cup your already wet cunt.Â
Though her fingers were on the smaller side, they were quite lithe and flexible, gently pinching your clit before rubbing tight circles around your heat to get you to relax. You found yourself bucking up against the innkeeperâs fingers, the hot water amplifying your sensitivity while Hu Tao drooled over how your walls spread so easily for her.
âNnnnh fuck, you feel even better than I expectedâŚâ she purred, getting lost in the feeling as she speared your warm folds further apart. âGettinâ so wet for me alreadyâŚhow naughty. Did you touch yourself in here thinking about me? You canât be this wet and pathetic~â
You grumbled and shook your head no, causing Hu Tao to grin and degrade you further.Â
âWellâŚyouâre gonna be touching yourself a lot more after this. Gonna have this needy pussy craving to be filled by me everyday.â She laughed and pushed her fingers deeper, filling you up while she thrusted at an uneven pace. Hu Tao was getting so wet and pent up already just watching you, and she knew she had to get to the main event soon if she wanted to climax tonight.Â
âDamnâŚI wanna see her take the toy. Sheâd be so hot trying to take it.â Hu Tao bit her bottom lip as her perverted thoughts made their way to her brain. The more she felt her fingers get squeezed by your cunt, the more she longed to see you squeeze the toy she chose for you as well.Â
âI think youâre wet enough. Letâs move on to the big one, alright?â She stifled a giggle and slid her slick-covered fingers out of you, not bothering to clean them off in the shower water as she stuck them in her mouth instead. âMmmmpf.â Her eyes filled with lust as she moaned at the taste of you, suckling her fingers rather lewdly to emphasize how much she was enjoying it.Â
She took her sweet time in cleaning off her fingers, her warm tongue sliding over each digit and making direct eye contact with you while you squirmed under her body. HowâŚderanged this woman was being, and yet you couldnât help but find her mannerisms extremely attractive at this moment.Â
âCome on nowâŚletâs get those pretty lips wrapped around the toyâŚâ Hu Tao purred, helping your lower lips slide over the tip before slowly pushing in. âOhâŚoh. Look at you taking my cock so well. I picked it thinking of you, you know. I figured a girl like you would prefer moreâŚnatural colors.âÂ
She giggled and drooled at the way her realistic-looking dildo sunk deeper into your hole, making you arch your back against the cold tiled wall and moan. In the closed space of the steamy bathroom, your moans echoed in a rather beautiful way, making the sicko moan too with how much your noises pleased her.
âAhhâŚmoan like that againâŚâ she whined, pushing the toy deeper and watching as it speared you open, slick juices starting to gather at the handle and coat her hand currently holding it. She bit her lower lip and couldnât resist the urge to push her pants down to finger herself to the sight of you, throwing her head back as she too, was getting lost in the throes of pleasure. âItâs been so long since Iâve had a girl so close to me like thisâŚâ she gasped and began thrusting the faux cock at an even faster pace, âI want to keep you to myself. You canât leave tomorrow, you simply canât!âÂ
You tried to say something in retaliation to that, but all that came out was a choked out moan, her thrusts growing harsher as the toy inside you began making you grind your body against her hand. Hu Tao complied with your silent needs, grinding her palm against your clit and making you bottom out on the cock so easily.Â
âLive with me at the inn, yeah? On that old house up on the hill, where itâs just the two of us and the inn in the middle of nowhereâŚâ
Hu Tao moaned as she found herself coming closer to her climax, that same spiraling obsession starting to show in her eyes again.Â
ââŚNo one to bother us. No one to interrupt.âÂ
She groaned and bucked her hips harder against her own hand, her other hand slamming the toy cock brutally against your hips, almost bulldozing with how hard she was thrusting.Â
âJust you and me, forever, (Reader).âÂ
She grinned, a small trickle of drool leaking past her lips before you both came at the same time. Hu Taoâs hands were absolutely coated in both your guysâ cum, as well as a combination of the shower water that still rained on top of you. As you panted and came down from your high, your body collapsed into Hu Taoâs, causing her to hold you up in her arms and pull you in for a desperate kiss.
In the bathroom, the echoey moans and wet slaps ceased, with only the sound of the shower water hitting the floor bringing interruption to the silence.Â
âPoor girlâŚyou must be exhaustedâŚâ Hu Tao pouted, reaching over to turn off the faucet as you both stood in the bathtub together, enveloped in each otherâs embrace. âLetâs get you dried and dressed up, hm? I canât wait to tell grandfather that Iâve finally found myself a woman.â
She smiled that same, chilling smile, carrying you out of the tub bridal style and making her way out of the bathroom. The storm had long stopped outside the motel, but for you, the effects of the storm will forever linger at the Wangsheng Inn. As you would soon find yourself not staying for one night like you thought, but for every night for the rest of your life.Â
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Shoot Me
Bucky swears he doesnât like Y/N. In fact, heâs so confident heâll challenge this: If he likes Y/N, shoot him.
a/n: dude, idk wtf this is. itâs like that one that 70s show scene, but itâs really just a crack fic. idk. this isnât proofed. itâs late. itâs fluffy. i made you some content. enjoy.
warnings: mentions of gun violence (super minor), not proofread at all
note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.
You do not have permission to copy, repost, or translate my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and/or reblog.
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âI donât like, Y/N,â Bucky says, voice adamant. The man is stoic, glaring at his friend who only shakes his head and laughs.
âYeah, sure you donât, Bucky,â Sam replies, tone laced in disbelief. After all, anyone with functioning eyeballs could look at Bucky and see that he liked Y/N. His harsh demeanor always softened around her: he smiled more, laughed more, glared less.
Bucky groaned, kicking off of the wall heâd been leaning against when Sam stands from the table heâd been sat at messing with Redwing.
âI donât like Y/N,â Bucky reiterated as Sam only shook his head again, walking over to a tool box in the corner of the garage and beginning to rummage through it. âIf I like her, shoot me.â
Right as Bucky lets the challenge slip through his lips, Sam turns on his heel to face Bucky, raising his hand in a finger gun and pointing at his friend.
âPow.â
Bucky just stares at Sam, then his finger gun, then Sam again.
âCâmon, man. Real mature.â
Sam turns back to the toolbox and continues to rummage around for the tool he needs.
âIâm the one not being mature? Youâre the one with a schoolboy crush who canât admit he likes a girl.â
âI do not have a schoolboy crushâ
âRight. You have a big macho man crush.â
Bucky scoffs, irritation growing. âSam,â he warns.
Say lifts up the tool he evidently needs, inspects it, and returns to his seat at the table where he left Redwing and begins to fiddle with the wiring.
âDude, just suck it up and tell her,â Sam says, ignoring Buckyâs aggression as he always does. âItâs not one sided, I can tell you that.â
Buckyâs eyes widen in surprise and he quicklyâtoo quickly for his own liking and too quickly for someone who does not like youâsits down at the table in the seat beside Sam. Sam just smirks.
âDid she tell you that?â
âNo,â Sam says and Bucky rolls his eyes, immediately standing back up and going to resume is original position leaning against the wall. âBut,â Sam continues, âunlike you, Iâm not stupid. I can tell.â
Bucky ignores the jab, dismissing Sam altogether. Thereâs no way Samâs right.
âI donât know, youâre pretty stupid,â a new voice cuts through the air, a teasing lilt in tone. The two menâs heads turn to the garageâs entrance to see you walking in holding a brown takeout bag and a drink carrier.
Buckyâs lips upturn slightly at your jab at Sam and his eyes soften slightly as they fall on you. Sam notices and rolls his eyes.
âHa. Ha.â Sam says to you, but he offers you an affectionate smile which you return. âYou bring lunch.â You nod and hold it up for them to see before setting it down on the table.
âI love you,â Sam says dramatically, immediately reaching for something to eat. âWeâve been out here all day.â
You laugh at his being over the top but return the sentiment. âSo, whatâve you guys been talking about?â You sit down at the table and pull your drink from the drink carrier to take a sip.
Sam chuckles through a bite of hamburger: Bucky (who hasnât yet moved) looks away. You raise your eyebrows.
âWhat? Did I miss something?â
Sam swallows his food and washes it down with his drink before answering.
âI shot him.â
Your eyes dart between the two.
âYou what?â
âHe didnât actually,â Bucky clarified, amused and endeared by your concern.
âI fake shot him,â Sam clarifies, mimicking the handgun motion.
You scrunch your eyebrows as you attempt to make sense of this picture theyâre painting. You turn to Bucky.
âYouâre mad because he fake shot you?â You turn back to Sam. âWhy did you fake shoot him?â
Sam is grinning like an evil mastermind at this point, Bucky is getting overly acquainted with his shoes.
âHe told me to.â
âHe told you to?â
âHe told me to.â
âWhy?â You look between the two of them.
âHe said, âIf I like her, shoot me.â So I shot him.â
Your eyes widen at the revelation. Bucky likes someone? Who?
âBucky likes someone?â You turn around completely to face Bucky. âBucky, you like someone?â
Bucky closed his eyes and look up at the roof of the garage, clearly wanting to disappear from the current situation he found himself in. He ignores the question.
âBucky, câmon! If you like someone, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you get a date, or something.â You cringe a little at the suggestion, but you really want to know who he likes. Sure, it will absolutely devastate you if it turns out he doesnât like you, but you just want him to be happy.
âYeah, Bucky, maybe she can help you get a date!â Sam teases, innuendo heavy in his words. Both you and Bucky give him a lookâBuckyâs warning, yours questioning.
âJust drop it, both of you,â Bucky says dejectedly.
âJust tell her, man. Iâm tired of dealing with your moping,â Sam argues.
âSam,â you say cautiously, eyeing Buckyâs uncomfortable demeanor.
âNo, Iâm tired of this. He,â Sam points to Bucky, âtalks about you,â he points to you, âwhen youâre not around, and you,â he circles his finger around your face, âtalk about him,â he points to Bucky, âwhen heâs not around. Incessantly. Now, I am going to take the rest of my lunch outside while you two figure this out. Iâll be back for Redwing later.â
You and Bucky stare helplessly as you watch Sam storm out of the garage. Once he turns the corner and is out of sight, the two of you turn to each other. Heâs still leaned against the wall, youâre still uncomfortably turned around in your chair facing him.
âSo, that girl you likeâŚâ You start but trail off, hoping maybe Bucky will confirm the suspicion Sam has planted in your mind but he continues to avoid looking at you. âSam made it kind of seem like maybe sheâs⌠me?â Your voice sounds so shy and uncertain as you ask the question. You canât help but cringe a little.
Bucky finally looks up at you, searching your face and attempting to gauge how you might feel. He sees you cringe, though, and he sighs, looking back down at his boots. Of course, thereâs no way you could ever like him like that. You notice Bucky pulling away and you start to panic.
âItâs totally okay if she is me, but itâs okay if sheâs not. I donât want you to feel like you have to say itâs me if you donât actually have any feelings for me, but Sam did kind of make it seem that way. I mean, if you did have feelings for me, though, that wouldnât be bad.â Youâre rambling, full of nerves, but the nervous rambling does pull Buckyâs attention back to you.
âHe wasnât wrong,â Bucky finally admits quietly.
Your eyes shoot up to meet his. âHe wasnât?â
âNo.â
âYou like me?â You clarify, a grin overtaking your face.
The corner of Buckyâs mouth upturns in a smile. âOnly if you like me.â
You stand up from your seat and take a few steps towards him whilst he takes a couple towards you. The two of you find yourselves toe to toe and staring at each other.
âMaybe I do.â Your eyes glance down at his lips and back to his eyes.
Buckyâs grinning now and he hums in response as he gazes down at you. The two of you feel yourself being pulled towards one another like there is some sort of magnetic force you canât break, and, then, before you know it, your lips are on his. He kisses you softly as if he fears it isnât real. You attempt to pour months of pent up adoration for him into the kiss. Your lips only part when you both finally need some amount of air; Bucky pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. Itâs momentarily silent except for your breathing.
âYou really told Sam to shoot you?â You teasingly ask, pulling away just enough to look into Buckyâs eyes.
âOnly if I liked you,â he defends. He attempts to sound serious, but he canât help the smile pulling at his lips. You nod as you briefly consider his response. Then, you make a finger gun and:
âPow.â
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And they were roommatesâŚ
â pairing: Mingi x (fem)reader
â genre: Friends to Lovers. Fluff. A sprinkle of angst. Slow burn? I guessâŚ
â summary: KQ was holding the raffle of a lifetime - the opportunity to live with Ateez for an entire year. As someone who isn't particularly a K-pop fan, you were intrigued by the opportunity to travel with free housing. You didnât think that you would actually end up winning⌠nor that youâd end up getting close to a certain member.
â warnings: toxic bf (not Mingi), some cursing, nsfw? suggestive material, mentions of cheating (again, not Mingi), some poorly written angst, there could be more but I donât think so??
â word count: 14.5k (I went a bit insane for my first fic. I could probably cut it down, but Iâm not gonna :P)
â authors note: This is heavily based on a scenario I had in my notes app for months. Mingi is my Ult! and Iâm a hopeless romantic, which was a huge inspiration for this story. This work is fiction and purely self-indulgent (really as all fanfics should be), it doesnât reflect any of the members personally. Also, I know that Mingi isnât afraid of heights and actually enjoys rollercoasters, but for the sake of my 20th Century Girl reference⌠I had to make him the ultimate scaredy cat. Also, Yn is supposed to be the nickname version of Y/N⌠Enjoy!
Eight pairs of eyes are locked onto you as you awkwardly smiled back at them, waving ever so slightly. Eight of the most stunning men youâve ever encountered stood before you, and one of them had particularly captivated your attention. His intense gaze, defined nose, and grown-out bleached hair pulled you in, igniting a spark of something new within you. His stare burned into your very soul, making you break your gaze and scream internally, overwhelmed by self-consciousness, Jesus H. Christ⌠how did I end up here???
âTwo Weeks Priorâ
(translator mode on :3, Hinata is Japanese)
Hinata: -Yn, look at this-
You catch sight of the notification glowing on your phone, and curiously you click the link your friend sent you.
-Win a once-in-a-lifetime chance to live with ATEEZ for an ENTIRE YEAR!!! Simply sign up through email, and you could be our lucky winner! If youâre chosen, youâll receive free housing, travel expenses covered, an incredible job working alongside ATEEZ, and the opportunity to become friends with the group!-
You scoff, wondering, What is this? It seems like a scam. Your phone pings once more, a new message from your friend lighting up the screen.
Hinata: -I thought it was fake at first, but look!!! The raffle is posted on the official Instagram!! *screenshotted post*-
You: -HinaâŚyou are the K-pop fan, what are you telling me for?-
Hinata: -You have been nonstop talking about wanting to travel somewhere you have never been before. Why not take the chance? Just sign up for the raffle. What harm could it do?-
You: -I donât know, but itâs not very likely Iâll win anyway.-
Hinata: -So? Itâs not likely youâll get struck by lightning either, but we both know that it is still possible. Just do it!-
You: -Fine. Though you have to promise me that you wonât be mad at me if I win. I know how much you love those guys.-
Hinata: -Trust me, I will not be mad. I applied and if I win Iâm giving it to you. I love them, but I will not be able to function if I am around them. Ironically, my biggest fear is meeting Ateez lol :3-
-Plus, you know how to speak Korean pretty well because of school, whereas I can hardly speak the only language I do knowâŚ</3-
Smiling at your friendâs text, you opened up the website for the raffle on your phone and signed up, thinking with a hint of sarcasm, Iâm probably more likely to get struck by lightning⌠may the odds forever be in my favor, right? Little did you know that just a week later, youâd receive an ear-piercing call from Hinata, her voice bursting with excitement as she screamed that you won the raffle.
The next week was a complete blur for you. Phone calls with KQ executives, packing bags, and getting on a plane bound for Seoul, South Korea. Your head felt so strange as if you were wearing a large fishbowl; everything you heard echoed, yet at the same time was also muffled. Your knuckles were nearly white from the grip you had on your carry-onâs handle. The rhythmic pounding in your chest was so fast you feared your heart might leap out. You sat down in your cozy window seat and took deep, calming breaths. You reminded yourself that change was a gift, and this was an opportunity of a lifetime. Hinata was beyond excited for you, so why shouldnât you feel the same for yourself? Finally, a chance to embark on your long-held dream of traveling abroad, and luckily for you, you already had a very solid grasp on the language⌠itâs almost like it was fate. You shook your head, Fate? Please, since when do you believe in such silly things. You closed your eyes as the plane took off, willing yourself to sleep for the duration of the flight.
âPresent Day/End of Springâ
The eight men in front of you began to speak, starting from left to right, introducing themselves one at a time. The eldest, had long, dark hair framing his face, a comforting smile, and eyes full of curiosity. His name, Park Seonghwa. The way he carried himself instilled an overwhelming sense of safety within you, and you just felt in your bones you would get along well.Â
The next man in line was much shorter. Actually, out of all of them you noted, he was the shortest, only taller than you by an inch. His exterior had a look of calm composure, but you could sense chaos within when you made eye contact with himâ Kim Hongjoong, he was the Captain of the ship. Despite the intense energy he gave off though, you didnât find his chaotic nature intimidating. Instead, you could tell that you were both quite similar but werenât sure whether or not that was a good thing.Â
Moving on to the man with fluffy brown hair that towered above the rest, his smile was radiant and slightly crooked, which you found very endearing. He waved his large hand at you as he said his name, Jeong Yunho. He had a familiar aura, like a home away from home, so you hoped you would be like family.Â
Shifting over to the shy man in line, who gave off the energy of a Doberman, but looked like a Maltese. He politely introduced himselfâ Kang Yeosang. His smile was so warm, it made all your anxieties melt away and suddenly you knew that this raffle was a good change for you. He looked over to the man standing next to him and your gaze followed to the sturdy mountain with dimples. His broad chest and confident posture made him seem scary, but as soon as he spoke his true nature was revealed as the very sweet, Choi San. His upbeat and comic personality had you feeling excited to be his friend. As if a magnet was pulling you towards him, you looked over to the next man in line and felt your face flush a bit.
Song Mingi was his name. His face had such a look of careful observation, disguised as cold indifference. If you hadnât known any better you would have felt hurt by the look on his face, but something pulled at your heart and you could just feel that he was the most goofy, caring, and kind soul you would ever meet. Fate? I donât believe in such things⌠So you brushed off his current expression and begrudgingly moved on to the others in the line.Â
Next was Jung Wooyoung. He seemed like the polar opposite of Hongjoong, presenting a chaotic exterior, concealing a polite and calm soul that shone brightly through the cracks. You sensed he might be a bit of a handful and would take some adjusting to, but deep down, you could also feel that, once you got to know him, he would prove to be one of the most treasured friends to have by your side. You smiled warmly at him before shifting your gaze to the last, but certainly not the least, man in the group. The moment your eyes fell upon him, memories of the big teddy bear in your room back home flooded your mind. He possessed the most fascinating eyes, somehow managing to be both intensely intimidating and incredibly comforting all at once.
With the final introduction behind you, you realized it was now your turn to speak. You swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, striving to recall all the Korean language lessons you had diligently attended in college.
(translator mode on :3)
âHello, Iâm Y/N and Iâm very excited and grateful for the opportunity to live here with you guys. It is so nice to meet you all and I can already feel like we will get along well. Thank you for welcoming me into your home, and I hope that this coming year will be one full of great memories!â You bowed your head quickly and straightened out with a nervous, but excited, smile. The group gazed at you with surprise painted on their faces, though Mingi couldn't help but let a sly smirk dance at the corner of his mouth, as his eyes sparkled with amusement. With all formal introductions fully out of the way, the remaining KQ staff slowly departed from the house, leaving just you and the boys in the living room; the atmosphere was thick with newcomer jitters.
âAigo! Your Korean is quite good,â Hongjoong praised. He motioned toward the couch for you to sit while the other guys situated themselves in various sitting places around the room. You took note of where Mingi chose to sit, which was on the floor, next to your spot on the couch. Leaning back and propping himself up with his arms, he just focused on you. You shifted a bit in your spot and tried to pry your eyes away from him and onto Hongjoong.Â
Dismissively you waved your hands, âAh, itâs not really. I only took a few years of classes during university, but I havenât gotten to use it much since then, so I am a bit rusty.â
âNonsense! We understood you perfectly,â Seonghwa smiled.
âWell, either way, I get to practice the language now and Iâm very excited to see how much I improve over the next several months,â You buzzed.
âJust talk to Wooyoung, youâll get plenty of practice in,â San chuckled, casting a playful glance at his best friend.
âHardy har, I donât talk that much,â Wooyoung responded, his eyes sending dull daggers toward San.
âWellll⌠you kind of do. But we all still love you!â Yeosang chimed in.
âSpeak for yourself, Yeo,â Jongho scoffed. Wooyoung lightly pushed the bear of a man, and Jongho pushed back a bit harder. Wooyoung wobbled on his chair trying not to fall over as he regained his balance. You giggled at the comfortable banter amongst the boys.
You looked over at Mingi to see his reaction, but you found that he had been looking at you the whole time. Your breath hitched in your throat as his eyes bore into you, and he opened his mouth to speak.
âSo whoâs your bias?â He questioned. The other men moved their attention from Wooyoung and Jongho, onto Mingi, and then to you.
âMy what?â You asked, brows furrowed.
âBias? You know, which one of us is your favorite?â He also furrowed his brows, wondering what was with the confusion.
âWhoâs my favoriteâŚ?â You paused, absorbing the strange requested information from the tall man.
âYeah⌠Typically Atinyâs have a favorite member,â He grinned at you, thinking that you were playing a game. Changing his sitting position he rubbed his nose and sniffed, moving to cross his arms smugly adding, âIâm kind of a crowd favorite.â His tongue poked at his cheek mischievously. The others just looked at him with blank stares and shook their heads slightly.
âAre you now?â You teased, looking him up and down. You didnât doubt for a second that what he said was the truth, he was gorgeous and charismatic, but you and the other guys wouldnât give him the satisfaction by agreeing with him.
âIâm sure Iâll be your favorite in no time,â He smirked at you and winked. You forced the blush creeping up on your face to go away.
âWell, Iâm not really one to play favorites, Mingi,â You teased, feeling comfortable enough with him already to do so, âPlus I donât know you guys at all, so even if I did, I wouldnât be able to answer you right now,â You lightly laughed, crossing your arms, and shaking your head at the bleach blond man.
Your response had all eight of them looking at you strangely, and you wondered what you said that made them react that way. Yunho decided to speak for the group, âYou donât⌠know us?â
Oh⌠right, they were probably expecting a fan to live with them, you thought before answering, âNot really⌠I mean I know who you guys are. I donât live under a rock, my best friend is a huge fan of ATEEZ. Personally, though, I donât really listen to K-pop much, so aside from what my friend tells me⌠I know almost nothing. I didnât even know your names until you guys said them.â
They all raised their eyebrows as far as they could go, mouths nearly agape. It took a second for them to process what they just heard. Mingi however was just curiously eyeing you, a grin still plastered on his face, as he breathily laughed.
âHow ironic that out of the hundreds of thousands of Atinyâs that entered the raffle, the person who won isnât even a fan of ours,â Wooyoung chuckled, which created a chain reaction amongst the boys, who all started laughing.
Thankfully, they didnât appear to be upset by your lack of fandom, and there was something about Mingiâs reaction that had you thinking he was actually a bit relieved. You couldnât help but nervously laugh along with them for a moment, as the sheer absurdity of the whole situation finally hit you, âI guess itâs probably a bit disappointing that I donât know you guys, huh?â
As the boys calmed down, Mingi took the opportunity to answer, âDisappointing? I wouldnât say that at all. I donât know about the other guys, but personally, I much prefer that it turned out like this.â He looked at you with wonder, making you feel like the only person in the room. His eyes are so prettyâŚyou snapped out of it when Hongjoong spoke, âIâm curious though, if you arenât a fan of us, then why did you apply to the raffle?â
âI wanted to travel to someplace new, and it seemed like a really interesting opportunity. A place to live and a job included? Itâs not exactly something I would want to pass up. My friend knows me well I guess, which is why she encouraged me to apply,â You stated simply and the boys nodded in approval at your answer.
âThatâs a good friend you have,â San approved.
âYeah, Hinata, sheâs great. Actually, she lives in Japan, so this is the closest Iâve ever been to her, which is kind of nice,â You smiled at the realization, âMaybe Iâll take the chance to visit her next year before I have to go.â
The eight men around you had only known you for a short amount of time, but the mention of you leaving them already had them feeling pangs of sadness in their chests. Mingi just looked at you with a straight face, but his eyesâ oh his eyes⌠heâs like a puppyâ tell you everything he was feeling.
âSo you speak English, Korean, and Japanese⌠itâs almost like youâre an idol,â Hongjoong pointed out, trying to shift the mood of his group, laughing weakly at his own joke.
âHa! Iâd make a pretty shabby idol,â You chuckled, a shiver running down your spine at the idea of performing, âI donât do well when it comes to stages or crowds. If only I didnât have stage fright though because I do like singing and dancing, and Iâm not too bad at rapping eitherâŚâ
âPlus youâre gorgeous,â Wooyoung added, making you feel bashful.
âLooks like weâve got an ace in the group,â Mingi smirked in the most sinful way as he continued to stare at you. God, those lips of hisâŚ
Hongjoong nearly shouted, preventing your mind from going somewhere it shouldnât, âOh! Before I forget, we should go over the rules that have been put in place for the coming year.â He got up and grabbed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter before returning to his spot on the couch.
âRules? Donât we have enough already because of Hwa?â Mingi sighed. Seonghwa gave him a poisonous side glare, which made Mingi airily laugh.
âThereâs only a couple of them. The managers thought it would be a good idea to have them,â Hongjoong said to prevent any arguments.
âSo what are they?â You asked, wondering what could be so important that rules had to be put in place.
Hongjoong cleared his throat before he read off the page, âFirst rule: no unapproved content of the group or Y/N, whether it be pictures or videos, can be posted online.â
âI donât even use social media, so thatâs the easiest rule Iâve ever had to follow,â You chirped.
âNot even TikTok?!â Wooyoung blurted, shocked at what you admitted.
âEspecially not that one,â You shook your head, thinking about the days you wasted away on that app in the past. Sure, you had an Instagram account to keep up with Hinata and your friends from back home, but that was it. You never posted on there anyway.
âGlad I wonât have to worry about you then, Y/N. The rule applies to all of us though⌠so please-â Hongjoong paused to look sternly at San, Yeosang, and Wooyoung, â-just donât post anything with her okay? There will be a group picture uploaded to ateez_official to show our winner and thatâll be it for now.â
The three boys just gave sheepish grins and looked at the ground. You giggled, loving more and more the dynamic they all had with each other.
âOkay, final rule, and the managers have it in bold so I assume itâs the most important,â Hongjoong read it inaudibly to himself first, eyes going wide, he coughed a bit before sharing it with the room, âuh- um⌠it just says You arenât allowed to date her, so donât even think about itâŚâ
If you were drinking something you wouldâve spit it out. You choked on nothing and started laughing, âSeems like another easy rule⌠as if that would happen.â
Each of the boys had different reactions though. Hongjoong and Seonghwa kept serious faces, thinking that your response was valid but they knew that the rule was actually very necessary. San, Wooyoung, and Yeosang giggled a bit at it and your subsequent reaction, but they too understood how essential the rule was. Yunho and Jongho just looked at Mingi because they already knew that rule would be needed. Mingi looked like a kicked puppy, and your reaction made him feel even worse.
âHa yeah⌠easy rule,â Jongho doubted, feeling that having the rule in place might end up causing more trouble than not having it, âY/N, you will be living with eight guys around the same age as you. Itâs more likely than you thinkâŚâ
You calm down from your laughter, realizing that you were the only one not taking it seriously, âOh⌠umâ itâs not that I think itâs unlikely. Itâs just that it wonât be a problem. Trust me.â
âThe managers didnât seem to think so,â Seonghwa frowned, giving you a worried look.
âI donât think you understand, Y/N. Since we will all be living together and spending lots of time around you, one of us may end up developing feelings for you,â Yunho clarified, already glaring at Mingi. You suddenly felt very hot in your seat as eight pairs of eyes stared at you once again.
âOhâŚâ You addressed calmly, âWell I hate to be the bearer of bad news to whoever that could be, but Iâm already in a relationship. So when I said to trust me, that it wouldnât be a problem, I meant it.â
Thatâs right, you already have a boyfriend, Yn!! Sure⌠weâve technically only been dating for a month and itâs not like we love each other. I was going to end things with him before leaving⌠I mean for crying out loud your love language is quality time! But I do like him thoughâŚand he wanted to try long-distance, sooo why not give it a chance. Right???, You internally screamed, kicking yourself ever since you arrived. You were a loyal person above all else and cheating was something you would never ever do. So they really did have nothing to worry about.
The group of boys had a look of relief on their faces, especially Hongjoong, who was glad that there was a solid reason for the rule to be followed. Mingi, however, had a blank expression on his face, trying his best to hide that he felt like heâd been shot by your words.
âFantasticâŚâ Hongjoong started, â⌠well then⌠shall we show you to your room?â
âBeginning of Summerâ
The first month of living with them was truly an experience. Hongjoong and San had the best English, so you turned to them whenever the language felt overwhelming, though before you knew it, you were chatting comfortably with each of them. It felt wonderful to form such genuine friendships with them all. Hongjoong loved to share clothes and always showered you with compliments about your unique style. Ever since he discovered your birthday was the day before his, he affectionately started calling you âtwin.â When Seonghwa caught you playing Animal Crossing on your Switch, he insisted you add him as a friend, and now you both trade items and play events together.Â
Typically, when you hung out with San and Wooyoung, you found yourself either acting as a moderator or third wheel, but you didnât mind one bit because they were always so sweet and made you laugh wholeheartedly; And whenever you craved some peace, youâd seek out Yeosang. His calm demeanor always put you at ease, and when he finally opened up, you discovered his hidden sense of humor, leading to a treasure trove of inside jokes between the two of you about the others.Â
On the days when you deeply missed your family, spending time with Yunho was a comforting relief. He reminded you so much of your brother and always welcomed you to join him in video games, making everything feel just a little bit more like home. Jongho was happy to have you around since you were the youngest person in the house; only by a year, but to him it meant he could say, âIâm not the maknae, Yn is.â
You once thought that living with a bunch of boys would be a challenge, and while there were moments that tested your patience, they became the most incredible roommates you could have ever hoped for. Thanks to Seonghwa, the house always sparkled with cleanliness, and you never found yourself confronted by those gross odors typical of boys back in the States. To your relief, they werenât overly rowdy either, which was essential since you cherished the peace and quiet. They would only unleash their loudness on game nights, revealing their fiercely competitive spirits.Â
Playing games with them was a unique experience; there were times when you knew winning was a distant dream, and others when you felt a glimmer of hope. As you got to understand each of them better, devising strategies became easier. Jongho shared that same competitive fire, and when the two of you teamed up, you were a force to be reckoned with. However, it wasnât long before the others grew a bit weary of your winning streak, and soon enough, everyone was reassigned to new game night partners. You pulled his name out of the bowl, which is how you ended up with Mingi. When the boys found out that your MBTI was INTP they called you and him the âtwo Ts in a podâ, thankfully though it didnât catch on.
After the first week, your initial infatuation with Mingi wore off. So now you were able to enjoy having him as a friend. He was always around you when he could be. Watching movies with you in the living room, helping out in the kitchen as you made food, sitting on your bed when you folded your laundry, playing video games with you and Yunho, teaching you choreography at the studio, walking around with you whenever you decided to get some fresh air, doing his lives with you in the roomâ behind the screen though, as to not break the first rule, whatever you were doing he was there with you. You liked having him around; and now that itâd been a month of living with him, you considered him to be your best friend, and you were hisâ well⌠except when Yunho was around. He would get pouty and Mingi would have to reassure him, âSheâs my best girl friend, Yun. You are my soulmate.â
âYou mean it?â Yunho would sulk until Mingi would hug him.
âSoulmates since 9th grade,â Mingi reassured him, putting their foreheads together to do their little spin, giving you a wink as he faced you.
Your relationship with your boyfriend had been doing pretty well too. He was putting in a lot of effort to keep in touch with you, which was not something you were expecting but still appreciated. He would call you several times a week when the time difference allowed for it. You noticed every time you picked up his call Mingi would give you a look before he left the room. It was always the same look, and you could never tell what it meant because he somehow looked sad, annoyed, and unbothered all at the same time. Those brown puppy eyes of his made you feel uneasy as he closed the door behind him. It feels like guiltâŚwhy? Your calls with him were usually short, and afterward, you would go find Mingi and sit in a comfortable silence until one of you spoke. It was a strange routine you had and you still hadnât quite figured out why you two had it in the first place.
âHowâs the boyfriend?â Mingi asked, breaking you out of your head before you could go down a thought spiral. Heâd never asked that question before.
âHeâs good, about to go to sleepâŚâ You looked into his eyes searching for any clues to fulfill your curiosity. You kept eye contact for a few seconds, though it felt like an eternity. His boba eyes searched yours, secretly hoping you could hear his internal struggle; wanting you to understand how he felt while also hoping youâd never find out. He looked away and put on a sly smile.
âGood, I get you to myself then,â he laughed. You rolled your eyes, glad to have your familiar banter back.
âYouâve always got me to yourself,â You shook your head, âI hardly get any time with him so itâs nice to have the phone calls.â
He just nodded and snarkily protested, âYeah but you love me, not him.â
âIâŚâ unsure of how to react to that you looked at the floor and thought, I should be offended that he said that, but Iâm not. Your face actually felt kind of hot because of his words and you took a second to brush the feeling off before responding, âOf course I love you, Min. Itâs different with him though. I may not be in love with him, but I really do care for him.â
He turned and smiled at you, reaching out to ruffle your hair up. You playfully swatted his arm away and smoothed your hair back down. He just sighed, âHe better know how lucky he is to have you then.â
Yawning, he stretched and rested his hands atop his head, which lifted his shirt up a bit exposing a small area of his naval. It caught your eye and you found yourself staring, your face felt hot again. He looked over at you and smirked, âYou hungry?â
âWhaâh-huh?â You looked away quickly, meeting his gaze as he lowered his hands back down, a small tint of blush was visible on your face.
âIâm hungry. Do you want to come eat with me?â He rephrased, giving you a knowing look.
âSure,â you smiled sheepishly, trying to will away the butterflies you were feeling.
âMiddle of Summerâ
Your job certainly kept you busy, and you were feeling the rush of it all. It had been a few weeks since you started; KQ had graciously allowed you to settle into the house before handing it over to you.
âWhatâs your dream job?â Hongjoong queried. You thought about it for a moment. Having a job was never something you dreamed of, but you liked having something to keep you occupied, and of course, having money was always nice. Going to college meant you got to be independent for a while, so you did it for the sake of the experience. You majored in art and design since it had always been a passion of yours, but after graduating you werenât too sure that you wanted to make it a career. It was always more of a hobby anyway.
âHmmm, I guess I donât have one,â Your face looked contemplative, but not sad. You were okay with this aspect of yourself, âMy dream has always been to travel, so maybe if my job lets me do that then Iâd be happy.â
Hongjoong nodded, thinking over your response and then smiled, âLucky for you then that your job with us will have plenty of that.â
You perked up, âMy job?â Thatâs right, that was part of the raffle. I almost forgot, âWhat will I be doing?â
After weeks of traveling to multiple places alongside them on tour, you were finally back home, even if just for a little while. Thatâs how you found yourself sitting on the floor in the middle of the empty studio late at night, staring at your reflection in the large mirror. Ateezâs newest assistant manager⌠has a nice ring to it I guess. Youâre basically a glorified nannyâ picking up food for the boys while they were practicing, running errands, and ensuring they didnât overwork themselves. But, honestly, you didnât mind at all; you had already been doing these things for them before anyway. It just meant you got to spend all day with them and get paid for it, which made you happy. The work wasnât hard, and the salary was generousâ far more than you ever earned at any of your jobs in the US. As you laid down on the floor and gazed up at the ceiling, you reflected on the long day you had. Watching the boys pour their hearts into perfecting their art deepened your admiration for them tenfold. You stretched out on the floor and yawned. I probably should head back to the house, Iâm sure theyâre all wondering where Iâve been. As you sat back up you heard a light knock at the open door. Mingi walked in and sat next to you, nudging your shoulder with his.
âYou good?â He smiled warmly, giving you a much-needed energy boost. You smiled back at him and nodded, looking at his eyesâ those eyes, gosh I never get tired of looking at them, full of so much emotion. He always looked at you with such care and it made your stomach flutter.
âAigo, what time is it?â You opened your phone to check and noticed a missed call from your boyfriend, âShitâŚâ
Mingiâs eyebrows raised, âWhereâd you learn to talk likeââ He stopped as he saw the notification, taking a sharp inhale, and furrowing his eyebrows. You tried calling him back but it just went to voicemail.
âShit. Heâs probably upset that I didnât pick up,â You put your phone down and flopped back onto the floor, looking at the ceiling once again.
Mingi had never seen you upset like this before and he hated it. Hated that he was the cause of it. He laid down next to you, your arms brushed up against each other, and he looked over at you, âMaybe heâs just asleep⌠Iâm sure heâs not mad about one missed phone call.â
You could feel your eyes getting misty and you tried to blink away tears before they could form, âItâs not just one missed phone call. Heâs been a lot busier lately and with my new job, our schedules just donât line up anymore⌠Iâ I havenât talked to him in a few weeks. I just donât know what Iâm doing with him anymore, Min. Iâve been with him for over three months⌠I thought by now that my feelings for him would have grown stronger, but they havenât. Maybe I shouldâve ended things with him like I had planned before coming hereâŚâ
Mingi thought hearing you say something like that wouldâve made him feel ecstatic but it didnât. He looked over at you and saw a single tear break free, rolling down your cheek. He thumbed it away and grabbed your hand, rubbing soothing circles on it. You covered your eyes with your other arm trying to hide as you started to softly cry. Mingi could feel tears threatening to bubble up to his eyes, but he forced them away trying to focus on consoling you. He continued to rub circles on your hand, slowly as you calmed down until the tears stopped. Your face felt hot and your eyes puffy. Using his free hand, Mingi slowly caressed the tear stains on your face. It made you understand just how much he cared for you, whether it be as a friend or as more, you didnât care. What you truly cared about was the realization that you had devoted more time and affection to him, your best friend, than to your own boyfriendâ you felt immensely guilty like you had been emotionally cheating. You know what you have to do, Yn. You turned to look at Mingi, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his gaze offering you comfort.
âThank you,â You whispered to him.
âFor what?â He whispered back.
âFor always making me feel better, for always being here,â You comfortably sighed.
âIâll always be there for you, Yn. Always,â A stray tear started to roll down his cheek and you wiped it away, carefully caressing his face with your thumb. He closed his eyes and melted into your touch. You waited a bit to enjoy the moment before you spoke.
âI have to break up with him⌠donât I?â You whispered so quietly that he almost didnât hear you. His eyes opened when your words registered with him, making his heart beat faster.
He cleared his throat before answering, âIs that what your heart is telling you?â
You thought about it and nodded slowly. Your heart wasnât telling you he was the one, and maybe you always knew it would end up this way. You knew with full certainty though that youâd be fine, as long as you had Mingi by your side.
It took a few days, but you were finally able to call him. You expected that he wouldnât take the news well, but what you didnât expect was him yelling that you didnât even try, nor did you ever care for him. The phone call ended with your face once again tear-stained, shocked at his reaction, left wondering if you really knew who he was in the first place.Â
As you opened the door to your room, Mingi was waiting, leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed and his face looked angry, you assumed that he could hear your boyfriendâ no, ex-boyfriendâ yelling at you. You were tired and didnât want to deal with trying to talk him down, but as soon as he saw your face, his angry expression dropped, and he pulled you into a deep hug. His chin rested on your head, hot tears finding their way to the corners of his eyes. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, his warm embrace being everything you needed in that moment. The other boys had heard the yelling too and were huddled at the end of the hall, feeling a range of emotions, but most of all aching that they couldnât do anything to help you right now. They each went back to their rooms, letting Mingi do what he did best. Love.Â
After what seemed like hours, he graciously guided you to your room, helped you prepare for bed, and laid down beside you. That night, you found solace in his embrace, holding onto him tightly as tears streamed down your cheeks until you finally drifted off to sleep, comforted by his tender strokes through your hair.
âLast Day of Summerâ
Itâd been four months since you moved in and three short weeks since the breakup. The morning after, you had woken up to find yourself in bed alone, assuming that Mingi must have gone to his room quietly after you had drifted off to sleep. The events of the night before had been intense, you couldn't shake the memory of how furious he was. Though, strangely enough, you didnât feel guilty like you'd expected. Instead, an overwhelming wave of relief washed over you. You hadnât fully grasped the mental toll that relationship was taking on you, and now that you were free from him, you could finally see just how toxic he truly was. You felt silly for not seeing it before.Â
So now that itâd been a few weeks, you were getting ready for work and found yourself feeling the happiest youâd ever beenâenjoying single life and the moments spent with your eight amazing roommates. Feeling especially grateful for your best friend and the depth of his care for you. You thought back to when he helped you get ready for bed, even when all you wanted was to curl into a ball and sob until you lost consciousness. He chose your favorite pajamas, turned away while you changed, and gently helped you through your skincare routine. He even grabbed his toothbrush from his bathroom so you could brush your teeth together. Then, when it was time to sleep, he laid down beside you, ensuring you fell asleep with a sense of peace.Â
Mingi was truly a blessing in your life, and your love for him ran deep. You couldn't help but smile, thinking about how his personality did a one-eighty from when you first met him to now; you laughed as you remembered the little crush you used to have on him. Used to? You stopped laughing, eyes shooting wide at your intrusive thought. You shook your head trying to clear it away like you were an etch-a-sketch, Yes⌠used to. I donât anymore. I love him, but Iâm not in love with him. Deciding to move past it, you finished getting ready and headed to work with the guys.
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Today was a rare day, everyone had a free afternoon in their schedules and the boys had decided it would be fun to do something together.
âHow about karaoke?â San suggested. Everyone looked at him with blank expressions and side eyes, deflating him a bit.
âReally? We just got back from the studio, no more singing today,â Yunho groaned, âHow about an amusement park?â
Yunhoâs suggestion made San perk back up, liking that idea much more than his own. The other guys and you agreed too, and you felt a rush of anticipationâan amusement park sounded like a blast, and luckily there was one not too far away. Memories flooded back; could it really have been so long since your last visit to a theme park? Maybe Disney World when I was ten? The thought sent a thrill through you, especially at the idea of the roller coasters, knowing how much joy they had brought you back then. A harsh reminder brought you down from your excitement though; a famous boy group in a crowded park? Not a good idea. You sulked, which grabbed the attention of Mingi.
âWhatâs got you down? You seemed so excited just a second ago,â he prodded.
âDid you guys forget who you are for a second? We couldnât possibly go to such a popular place so close to a comeback, youâd be swarmed,â You looked at each of the boys, some of them already sporting a new haircut or color. Mingiâs grown-out bleach job was replaced with brown dye and blonde streaks. It made him look a bit like a calico cat actually, which you thought was really cute. Yeosang had neon green hair peppered with black stripes, Yunhoâs hair was silver, and Sanâs flaming red hair practically begged for the attention of everyone within a kilometer radius. A few of them furrowed their brows, a flicker of understanding passing over their faces as they realized you were right. They slumped a little, the weight of disappointment settling in as they felt their fun afternoon slipping away. Hongjoong, however, pulled out his phone and smirked.
âGive me a second,â He said, dialing a number.
A couple of phone calls later, you found yourself in an empty, Lotte World, a surreal playground all to yourselves. The entire park had been closed for the rest of the day just for the eight boys standing beside you. Sometimes, you forgot about the immense power they possessed, and you found it extremely intimidating. The only other people around were you and the few park staff members left to keep the rides running. Ohâ and a crew of camerasâHongjoong only managed to convince them to go along with the idea by agreeing to have content filmed. So, while you were technically working, your only real task was to have fun.
This was the very first time youâd be on camera with them since the group picture that was taken when you first met. It sent a wave of unease through you as if a million prying eyes would be scrutinizing your every move. Mingi noticed the change in your demeanor as the cameras were being set up and turned on.
Instinctively, he draped his arm over your shoulders, his hand offering a gentle, reassuring comfort as he slowly rubbed up and down your right shoulder. You eased into his touch and felt your anxiety levels decrease as you searched for his familiar cologne to envelope your senses; he always smelled of wood, citrus, and mint, a combination youâd grown to love. Today though, his cologne smelled a bit more musky, like warm sage and sea salt. To your surprise it made your mouth water a bit; breathing in deeply, you asked him, âNew cologne?âÂ
He looked at you with a smirk, hoping youâd notice. He gave a quiet mhmm in response, as he moved you in front of him and started massaging between your neck and shoulders. The varied pressure made you close your eyes and quietly sigh, melting beneath his ministrations. Pulling you a bit closer to him, he leaned down next to your ear, and just slightly above a whisper asked, âAlrighty then, where should we go first?âÂ
It made you jump a bit and squirm out of his hold on you, your ears felt hot. What the hell is in the air here? Mingi looked more attractive to you than ever and you swallowed a thick lump in your throat you didnât realize was there. You coughed a bit to clear it, and the feeling, away before you spoke. Thinking about what you wanted to do most here, your eyes gleamed with excitement, âHow about we go on a rollercoaster?â
As if it was now his turn to have his demeanor change, Mingiâs aura shifted. He no longer had that flirty air about him, instead, he froze. He tried hiding it, but his face went pale and eyes wide. The calm breathing he had before was replaced with shallow breaths as his heart rate picked up. He really was a big scaredy cat. You didnât seem to notice though as you grabbed his hand and dragged him along with you to find the nearest rollercoaster, yelling out to the others, âWho wants to come with us?â
Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Yunho eagerly joined in, and San, wanting to stick close to you all, tagged along as well. However, when you reached the coaster, he suddenly hesitated, backing out and opting to wait at the entrance. âAre you sure?â you asked, disliking the thought of him waiting alone. He nodded quietly, but before you could offer to stay with him, Mingi interjected, âIâll wait with him, itâs okay.âÂ
Mentally, he let out a sigh of relief, grateful for this easy escape from having to ride what he considered to be a death trap. You watched as they walked away from the empty line, heading towards the outside of the ride. Turning your attention back to the exciting rollercoaster in front of you, you felt a rush of anticipation as the employee prepared everything. You shared a glance with Yunho, both of you silently agreeing to sit together. Outside, San stood captivated by the sprawling metal structure of the coaster, while Mingi's gaze was fixated on the entrance.Â
Once the initial sense of relief passed over him, a different feeling began to settle inâregret. Now that he was away from your side, he couldnât shake the longing feeling that he wished to have stayed and pushed through his fears. It wasnât until he was out of breath, one hand resting on Yunhoâs shoulder, that he realized he had sprinted back. You were already situated in your seat on the coaster, and Mingi had just reached Yunho in time before he boarded. Yunho, recognizing the urgency in Mingiâs eyes, nodded with understanding, aware of his friend's silent plea, and quickly left to accompany San. You looked over with confusion in your eyes, but a smile on your face when you saw him sitting down in the seat next to yours, pulling the bar above over his shoulders to secure himself in. There was no going back now, but he didnât care, as long as it meant he got to be beside you.
Despite how he felt on the inside though, he couldnât stop his body from reacting to his fear. As the ride slowly started to go up the incline towards the first drop his eyes screwed shut and his breath began to match his erratic heartbeat. You heard the labored breathing next to you and saw that Mingi was absolutely terrified, worried for him you asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
âIâŚâ He struggled to speak, hyperventilating by this point, âIâm scared of heightsâŚâ
âWhat!â Your eyes blew wide, full of concern, âThen⌠why did you get on?â
He grabbed your hand, and squeezed it tightly, hoping that your touch would help ground him, âI⌠I wanted to be with you.â
The coaster was now only a mere meter away from the drop, but all you could do was look at him. His desire to be with me outweighed his fear⌠Your eyes remained locked on him, brimming with a mix of love and concern. You gently intertwined your fingers, and he finally opened his eyes to meet yours. In those familiar brown depths, you could read his every emotion. His gaze had always been a window to his soul, revealing his true feelings. While on the surface he looked mortified, his eyes whispered a different truthâthat he had never felt more at ease and secure in his life. As the coaster finally dropped he exclaimed, âY/N-ah!â I love you!âÂ
The exhilarating rush of adrenaline from the coaster intertwined with his confession left you feeling truly electric. You raised your hands high, savoring every second of the ride, and slowly, he lifted his hands too, a radiant smile blossoming on his face. Seeing his huge smile as his fears melted away tugged at your heartstrings so deeply that whatever had been holding you back from embracing your feelings for him shattered completely. You found yourself swept up on a rollercoaster of emotions, realizing with extreme clarity that you were truly in love with Song Mingi, finally allowing yourself to believe in the magic of fate. Just loud enough for him to hear you gushed, âI love you too, Mingi-ah!â
You couldnât see his face very clearly, but you could feel his warmth as he shifted your conjoined hands to press a heartfelt kiss against the back of your hand, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter uncontrollably. As the coaster finally came to a stop, your hand still remained tightly interlaced with Mingiâs, it just felt so natural; but when an employee approached to assist you both out of your seats and a camera crew waited for you to get off, ready to capture the moment, you found yourself reluctantly having to let go. Holding hands was a sweet, innocent gesture between friends, yet the presence of the camera made you hesitate, it felt too intimate in front of the lens. It took a bit of time to finally pry yourselves away from them, but once you did, you were hit by a sudden desire to get a bag of theme park popcorn.
Making your way back by yourself from a concession stand, you stumbled upon voices speaking in stern, hushed tones. You hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but when you heard your name being mentioned, it froze you in your tracks. Discerning the voices from each other you realized that, Wooyoung, San, Yeosang, and Yunho were talking to Mingi.
âIâm not stupid Mingi, and neither are they, we can clearly see that something is going on between you and Yn,â Wooyoung exasperated.
âWoah, woah, I never said you were stupid,â Mingi rebutted, feeling a little hurt, âDo you really think I would call you that and actually mean it?â
âWooââ San warned, trying to bring his friend down to a level-headed place, âcarefulâŚâ
Wooyoung glanced over at San, then to Mingi, and back to San again, taking a deep breath to calm himself because he wished to avoid making things worse, âRight sorry⌠what I mean is; We heard you on the ride, loudly confessing to her, and then youâre expecting us to pretend like we didnât?â
Mingi looked at the ground and shuffled his feet, unsure of what to say. You listened intently once he found the words, âIâm not going to ask you to pretend. Feel free to shout it out like I did, but before you do, think about how it affects her. Not me. Sheâs the one that would face the consequences of my actions. If anyone is stupid here, itâs me. I was selfish instead of being smart. I donât want to have to regret saying it to her, so please⌠not for me but for her, could it stay between us?âÂ
There was a silence as Wooyoung thought over the proposition he was given, and Yunho was the one that commented next, âI canât say Iâm surprised. I figured it was only a matter of time before you told her how you felt.â
âItâs just a shame you canât do anything about it,â Yeosang added, always being one wanting to see love win.
âWell⌠not exactly,â San grinned, âWe can pretend to not know anything. Itâs just a matter of making sure that Joong, Hwa, and the managers donât find out.â
âAnd Jongho,â Wooyoung added, finally breaking his silence, finding it hard to stay upset when Mingiâs puppy eyes were present.
âJongho already knows about Mingiâs feelings, and he would figure it out pretty quickly if we acted like nothing was going on. Getting him in on it is better than keeping him out of it, heâs less trouble that way,â Yunho disagreed, earning concurring nods from the other three.
âAre you guys going to let me in on it too, or am I to be kept in the dark as well?â You chimed in giggling, deciding it was probably a good moment for you to join the conversation.
âHow long have you been there?â Mingi asked, his face feeling hot.
âLong enoughâŚâ You smirk, giving him a knowing look.
âNone of thatâŚâ Wooyoung butts in, âIt looks hella obvious when you look at each other like that.â
âLike what?â You inquired, tongue in cheek, playing dumb. You felt frustrated by the assumptions being made, especially since you and Mingi hadn't yet had the opportunity to discuss it together.
Wooyoung sighed heavily, and once again Yunho spoke in place of him, âLook⌠weâve all been away for a while, and people are going to start noticing. For now, letâs just head back and enjoy the park while we can, we can figure this out later. Iâm sure weâre all hungry; where should we eat after?â
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You once thought the world to be anti-romantic, but that wasn't always your belief. You grew up filled with hope, longing for the kind of love that danced through the pages of books and lit up the screens of movies, and you were certain that such love would one day find its way to you. It was, without a doubt, your heart's deepest desire. So when you got your first boyfriend, you believed that this was it, your dream was finally going to come true. Except it didnâtâ you were only in middle school and two days later he dumped you for the girl you sat next to in class. It was okay though. You were a resilient kid, determined to not let a fleeting moment with a silly boy dim your spirit, so handling it with grace you moved forward. Throughout high school, you had crushes that flickered like weak candle flames, nothing ever truly igniting. It had slowly started to dim your hope. Your standards had become impossibly high molded by the enchanting stories of fictional romance that no ordinary teenage boy could ever hope to match. It wasnât until college that you entered your first real relationship, the taste of first love felt exhilarating. It lasted for a couple precious years, but it all came crashing down when you discovered your only love had been cheating on you. You were heartbroken, utterly shattered, and this time, your hope didnât have the strength to bounce back. You couldnât help but wonder why you even bothered getting into that relationship with your most recent ex-boyfriend, especially when you hadnât any hope it would work left within you. That is, until you met himâ the man sitting in front of you who you hadnât realized took your shattered hope and pieced it back together with his gentle love. So now, as you watched him set a piece of food on your plate, you could say with full certainty that you no longer believed the world to be anti-romantic, and that true love does exist, it just takes its time to find you once youâre ready for it.
You paused in eating, eager to capture Mingiâs attention. He was always so completely immersed in his food when he truly enjoyed it, and you couldnât help but find that trait of his really adorable. When he finally looked up and caught your gaze, a wide smile appeared across his face, making your heart swell. Looking down at your shared table, you made sure that no one was looking before you turned back to him and mouthed, I love you.Â
You didnât know it was even possible for him to smile bigger, yet somehow he did. A soft giggle slipped from your lips when you noticed the tips of his ears turning a cute shade of pink, and with an adorably flustered expression, he cupped his face in his hands, trying to hide as the color deepened to a vibrant red. Your heart raced at his reaction, and you could feel a warm blush creeping onto your cheeks. Wooyoung, sitting beside you, caught onto what was going on and lightly nudged your shoulder and Mingiâs foot from beneath the table, delivering a silent reminder that you both needed to tone down the obviousness. Eventually, he uncovered his face, scratching at the back of his head as he struggled to redirect his focus back to his plate. Just when you thought the tension might linger, Hongjoong came through with a perfect distractionâ a drinking game. He set down on the table a lottery spinner, and the balls inside held rousing questions just waiting to be unleashed. Rules of play were simple; a spun fork chooses who gets to go, when you get a ball from the cage you have to answer its question, and if you donât, take a shot.
Hongjoong started off the game with the first spin. You watched the fork tantalizingly go round and round before it stopped on⌠you. A nervous grin was plastered on your face as the spinner was passed down to you; you gave its handle a couple of turns before a ball popped out. Opening up the small plastic container, you pulled out a folded piece of paper, and smoothed it out before reading aloud, âWhat physical feature do you find the most attractive?â
A small wave of âoooâs and looks of curiosity passed throughout the group. You werenât expecting the questions to be risquĂŠ, yet here you were, staring down at one that made your stomach do a flip. Your throat felt suddenly dry, and everyone staring at you in anticipation made your seat feel hot. Out of all the people there, Mingi was the last person you expected to say, âOh, thisâll be goodâŚâÂ
He had his arms propped up on the table, his chin resting on his hands, and a sinful grin playing at the corner of his lips. To you and the guys who knew, it was painfully clear what he was up to, but to those who didnât, he appeared to be nothing more than a playful, teasing friend. You gave him a warning glare, to which he responded by mischievously poking his tongue slightly between his teeth and scrunching up his nose. Heâs cute⌠so Iâll let it slide.
âWelll? Whatâs the answer!â Wooyoung poked, wiggling his eyebrows, earning an amused chortle from you. Figuring thereâd been enough suspense for the night, you cleared your throat and then quickly answered, âLips.â
âAny size?â San inquired, joining in on the apparent group taunt fest.
Face getting red, you answered, âNo⌠I like big lips the most,â Looking down you quietly added, â I-I meanâŚI really like kissing and it makes it more enjoyable. At least it is for me anyways, I donât speak for anyone else.â
Not realizing the effects your words had on him, Mingiâs leg was nervously bouncing, and his cheeks had a slight dusting of blush on them. Ending your turn, you spun the fork and silently prayed that it wouldnât land on you again for the rest of the night. Round and round it went, coming to a stop on⌠Mingi. He opened the ball that the spinner spit out for him and read it aloud, âWho was your last spicy dream about?â
His head whipped up in shock, his eyes wide with mortification reaching for his glass to take a shot, receiving a few disappointed groans from his curious friends. After downing his drink, he locked eyes with you, giving you a silent answer that secretly you had desired to know. Smirking you decided to take the opportunity to mess with him like he did with you.
âCome on man, not even going to humor us?â You teased. Wooyoung had stifled a cackle at the look on Mingiâs faceâ a nervous side eye as he shook his head, spinning the fork to end his turn. You just snickered, feeling content with his reaction.
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Nighttime had fully settled in by the time everyone left the restaurant and the hot humidity of the day had dissipated from the air. It was a warm, refreshing walk back to the house, and with the bittersweet knowledge that it was the last day of summer, you felt a deep yearning to do one last thing before it slipped away, âI want to get some ice cream, any of you guys want to join?â
The guys paused for a moment, weighing their options, but after a long and exhausting day, they ultimately decided to head home for some much-needed rest. As expected, Mingi chose to stay behind, lingering in the promise of alone time with you. Once the guys had walked out of view, you felt slightly awkward, uncertain about how to move forward now that things had shifted between you. Almost immediately, though, Mingi reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers in a gentle embrace that brought a sense of comfort through his familiar presence. He always had a remarkable ability to put you at ease in those moments of tension, making your world feel just a little bit lighter. As you started your journey towards the nearest convenience store, he cleared his throat, âSo⌠big lips huh?â
You playfully punched his arm with your free hand and then covered your face, embarrassed you admitted to that truth earlier. He moved your hand away gently so that he could look at you. One of the first things you noticed about him was his lips, and every time you looked at them it stirred something within you. Deep down youâd always wondered what it would be like to kiss him, how his plush lips would feel on yours. Would they be firm? Soft? Slow or hungry? You couldnât help but stare at them now. He smirked as he realized where your gaze was directed and he licked his lips, âWhat kind of ice cream do you want?���
You looked away to find that you were already in front of a freezer stocked with the sweet treat. When did we get here? He pulled out a banana flavor for himself and waited patiently, thinking quickly you answered, âUhhhh⌠strawberry.â
He picked one out just for you, went inside to pay, and then returned to settle beside you on the bench outside. In the warm air and a comfortable silence, you both savored your ice cream; every now and then stealing glances at the other, before returning back to your delicious treat. You both were acting like giddy kids with their first crush. As you took the last bite of your ice cream and discarded the wrapper in a nearby bin, out of the corner of your eye you spotted a playground and booked it for the swings. Mingi, caught off guard by your sudden movement, understood quickly and followed after, tossing his empty wrapper away.Â
You loved the swings, always feeling a rush of freedom when you soared through the air like a bird. Slowly, you swung back and forth, tilting your head back to catch a glimpse of the stars, though you could only catch faint glimmers due to the bright cityâs relentless light pollution. Mingi mimicked you, but he ended up losing his balance and tumbled right out of the swing seat. He hit the ground with a soft thud. Instantly you rushed over, anxiously checking if he was okay. His small, infectious laughter reassured you that he was fine, and you couldnât help but join in, finding it hilarious how he always seemed to forget just how tall he was.Â
You grabbed his hand to help him sit up and dusted the dirt off his shoulders, not realizing how close you ended up to his face until you felt his warm breath on you. He was biting at his lip as he stared at yours, causing your heart to flutter. Your faces merely a couple of centimeters away from each other, youâd only have to move just a bit toâ Mingi pressed his lips upon yours, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft, like a velvety pillow against your own. You could feel the gentle tickle of his breath beneath your nose, as his fingers wove through your hair. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss as you both lost yourselves in the intoxicating sensation of each otherâs touch. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and you happily parted, granting him access into your mouth. In that moment, you realized you would forever love the combination of strawberry and banana that flooded your senses. After what felt like a blissful eternity, you finally separated, your breaths mingling as you rested your foreheads together. He smiled gently, eyes sparkling, and he gave you a quick, tender peck that held a world of affection, âI love you so much, Yn. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me.â
His words made you absolutely melt, making you feel like the main character of an early 2000s rom-com movie, âYou gave me the hope to believe in love again, Song Mingi.âÂ
You gave him a deep, heartfelt kiss, pouring into it every emotion you desperately wished to express for him. He grinned against your mouth, glad that he finally had you.
âIâm going to safely assume that this means we're dating now, in secret?â He said looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes that made you feel weak in the knees.
âOooh, this will be fun. Dating in secret, like we are in some kind of sitcom or something,â You grinned, assuring him he was right in his assumption, âWe should head back soon though if we want to keep this a secret.â
âMiddle of Fallâ
Six months since moving in and over a month of secretly dating Mingi. You two have become quite skilled at creating the illusion of being just friends, though really the only thing that had changed was that now you shared kisses when no one else was watching. For Halloween, you had a couple's "besties" costume;Â you dressed up as Fred and Daphne, and somehow you had convinced Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho to be Shaggy, Scooby, and a gender-bent Velma, to keep suspicion at bay. Hongjoong and Seonghwa seemed none the wiser, and you and Mingi were as happy as ever.
âBeginning of Winterâ
7 months. You began researching apartments in the area, knowing that youâd much prefer to stay in Korea than return to the States. This was home for you now. During your secret sleepovers, Mingi would eagerly share his thoughts on which neighborhoods offered the best apartments, that somehow were always conveniently within walking distance for him. You werenât going to complain though.
âChristmas Dayâ
8 months. Mingi surprised you with a gift you had always hoped for over the years, and you couldn't help but wonder how he knew that you wanted it. He must be able to read minds⌠oh, Jesus, I hope not. The thoughts Iâve had about him⌠You gave him a handmade gift, which made him cry; he was such a deeply emotional person, which you loved more than anything.Â
Christmas was one of your favorite holidays, and you had always wanted to share a kiss with your boyfriend under the mistletoe, a sweet moment you had never experienced before. When you had spied some dangling over a door frame, you scanned the area for watchful eyes before you pulled him in for a quick kiss. Well, maybe not so quick⌠he pulled you back in, turning it into a fervent, hasty make-out session that left you both breathless.
âNew Year's Eveâ
Only a few days later, the guys and the KQ managers had organized a team New Yearâs Eve party. As the clock struck midnight, you and Mingi locked eyes from across the room, playfully blowing kisses to each other, not daring to do it for real in front of everyone. Though, once everyone had gone to bed, you finally got to share your New Yearâs kiss, âHappy New Year, Yn.â
âHappy New Year, Min.â
âEnd of Winterâ
10 months. It was nearly a year since you moved in, and today was your five-month anniversary with Mingi. You both were fortunate enough to have the day off and at last, you could finally celebrate together. Since Hongjoong and Seonghwa dedicated their entire day to fine-tuning their Matz performance at the studio, you two were free to do as you pleased, without having to worry about getting caught. He surprised you with a wonderful breakfast, that he made himself, and after you finished eating together, he excitedly told you to get ready because he had something special planned for the day.Â
As you were getting ready though, outside rain began to pour, heavily; the moment the first crack of thunder rolled in, it became clear that your plans were dashed. You heard a soft knock at your door, and Mingi poked his head in with a warm smile that brightened the gloomy atmosphere, âChange of plans, put your pajamas back on. Letâs make a blanket fort.â
So you did, and it was amazing. It was enormous, full of soft pillows, twinkling string lights, and an array of fluffy blankets to lay on. The fortâs opening was perfectly positioned right in front of the TV in his room, and you had a double feature of each of your favorite movies.
âBeginning of Springâ
Work comeback was happening in a couple of months and the festival performances were starting to pick up, and after the long winter break from the last tour, you were excited to be traveling with them once again. KCON was upon you in just a few days, and you felt like a hamster tirelessly running on a wheel amidst the whirlwind of preparations. Yet, despite the chaos, everything felt just right because you got to spend every day by his side, watching him passionately rehearse until he deemed the routine to be perfect. He always looks so hot when heâs dancing.
âYouâre drooling, Yn,â Yunho laughed.
âHa ha⌠am not,â You snapped out of the trance Mingi had you in and you wiped your mouth, it was dry, Yunho was just teasing you.
âYou practically were,â San jumped in, also noticing how you were staring, âGotta be more careful, youâre gonna give yourself away.â
You looked over to where the managers, Joong, and Hwa were, talking to each other about KCON details, âYeah⌠theyâre too busy to notice anything right now. Thank godâŚâ
âYou were looking at him like some horny teenager,â Wooyoung chimed in, joining the bandwagon, âHeck if I didnât know any better Iâd think that you two havenâtâ nah, you two have had⌠right?â
You looked at him with big eyes, face red as ever, whispered yelling at him, âShhhhhut up, Woo.â
âAre you serious? You two really havenât slept together yet?â He looked shocked. Yunho pushed him a bit, signaling him to cut it out.
âWho cares if they have or havenât. Itâs none of your business,â Yunho defended.
âThank you, Yun. It really isnât his business,â you huffed.
âYeah, Woo, we all live under the same roof. We would hear them if they were,â San theorized, thinking that he was helping, causing you to hide your face in your hands out of embarrassment.
âThey could go somewhere else,â Wooyoung rattled on.
You let out a muffled groan, âWhy do you want to know so badâŚâ
âKnow what?â Mingi had walked over to take a water break, wondering what had you so flustered.
âWhy you two havenât fucked yet,â Wooyoung said nonchalantly.
Mingi choked on his water, sending him into a coughing fit, he croaked out, âWh-what? W-why are you talking about that?â
âThe way Yn was looking at you earlier⌠letâs just say it wasnât very PG,â Yunho attested. You glared daggers at him. So much for defending me earlier, huh?
Mingi looked at you with a smirk, âOh really?â
âPlease not you too. This is four against one now, itâs not fair,â You whined quietly, âItâs also not a very safe topic of conversation, there are people here that arenât supposed to know about us, remember??â
They all looked over at said people, who were still not aware of what was going on, you continued, âItâs far too public to talk about that.â
âCareful there, Yn. Your words sound borderline suggestive,â Wooyoung jested.
You got up and started to leave, âYeah no, not doing this anymore. Iâve got things to do, gotta work ya know.â
âAhh come on, Iâm just having fun,â Wooyoung pouted, Mingi pushed him slightly, causing him to fall over. The three boys just laughed at him as you left the room, taking a much-needed calming breath as the studio door closed behind you.
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There was a team meeting in fifteen minutes, and you found yourself preparing coffee for everyone, standing in quiet anticipation as you waited for the coffee maker to finish brewing. Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap gently around your waist, drawing you into a warm back hug. Mingi rested his chin in the crook of your neck, âIâm sorry for earlier. Woo has no filter when it comes to that sort of thing.â
You turned around and hooked your arms around his neck, âOh I know. Itâs fine really, no harm done, just extremely flustered is all.â
He nodded, moving his hands so that they settled on your waist and lazily rubbed circles, âStill, he shouldnât have kept messing with you. So what if we havenât? Why rush? We have the rest of our lives together.â
âThe rest of our lives?â You grinned.
âOf course, youâre not getting rid of me that easy,â he laughed.
You smirked, âWell I hope I wonât have to wait that longâŚâ
He raised his eyebrows, mouth slightly agape, you continued on, âDo you plan on making me wait, Princess?â
His face flushed at the nickname, caught off guard by how it was used. With a spark of newfound confidence, you playfully continued to tease him, letting your hand glide down his chest before using your pointer and middle finger to slowly walk in a line back up. He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a graveled tone, âOf course not, I just never wanted to make you feel pressured, that's all.â
âYou could never make me feel pressured, Min. We donât have to rush, but itâs been pretty long already⌠donât you think?â You whispered, faces close enough to feel each otherâs breath.
Mmm, was all he could muster in response before crashing his lips against yours. Unlike the first time you kissed, this one was filled with a deeper hunger and a passionate fire that burned for the other. He lifted you effortlessly and set you down on the counter, continuing to kiss you with fervor, moving from your lips to your ear, and then trailing down to your neck. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you felt him smirk against your skin, a mixture of desire and longing building inside you both. His hands snaked up under your shirt, resting his hands above your waist, and you carded your fingers through his hair, while your other hand pulled him in closer to you.Â
âHey Y/N, the new choreographer is lactose intolerââ Seonghwa entered the room, stopping at the sight before him. You both broke apart immediately. Mingi helped you down from the counter, and you bit at your thumb nervously. Seonghwa just stared at you both, dumbfounded, and then continued as if nothing happened, ââanyways. Just make sure that you donât put milk in there alright⌠I saw nothing.â
As quick as he entered, he left, leaving both you and Mingi in shock. You giggled nervously, âWelp! Hwa knows now. Do you think he will say anything to Joong?â
Mingi thought for a moment before he shook his head and laughed, âNo, I think weâre good for now, but itâs probably best to save the hot and heavy stuff for when we arenât at work from now on.â
You flashed him a sheepish grin as the coffee maker chimed, signaling that it had finished brewing. Turning to pour the dark liquid into each cup, you tried your best to recompose yourself after what just happened. Mingi snapped the lids on once you were done, then offered his hand to help carry half of them to the team meeting, a small gesture that made your heart flutter.
âCoachellaâ
12 months since winning the raffle, and one week until you had to move out. Lord have mercy on my soul, pleaseeeeee, was all you could think when your platinum blond boyfriend walked out of the dressing room. You felt embarrassingly turned on just by what he was wearing; an unbuttoned jacket, and distressed jeans that left little to the imagination, paired with a large faux tattoo scrawled across his chest advertising his signature phrase. It was all too much, you could already feel your face heating up, and the sweltering weather of the valley was not helping; Neither was the fact that you and him still hadnât found the chance to relieve any of your accumulated tension⌠since there was always someone around to interrupt your attempts, keeping you from going through with what you both longed for. You had reached a point where sexual frustration was constantly bothering you, with no way to resolve it. Before you and him had talked about the possibility of it, self-satisfaction was enough to ease the longing, but now, not even that could provide the relief you desperately craved. Just seeing him walk around had you involuntary pressing your thighs together. You had never felt more aroused before than you did now and it was becoming distracting to your task at hand.Â
Your job today was to lend a hand with quick changes and keep track of props. The guys would soon start their last performance and you still hadnât double-checked that each prop was in its correct spot backstage. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you got up and headed towards the prop table. Everything was in its rightful place and you didnât have much to do but wait, so you kept yourself busy by fiddling with the cane that your silly boyfriend held during his part in Arriba.
âHasnât anyone ever told you not to play with the props before?â Mingi leaned in, whispering sweetly in your ear from behind, startling you and causing your heart to race. You spun around, eyes wide, holding your chest as if it would soothe your erratic heartbeat. With furrowed brows and a lighthearted faux frown, you swatted at him, but he effortlessly dodged your playful attempt.
âJesus Min! Donât sneak up on me like that,â You lightly chastised as you crossed your arms, not actually upset just spooked.
âSorry, sorry, I couldnât resist,â He smiled, hands up in the air in surrender, âAnyways, are you excited for the show?â
âAlways!â You beamed.
âWhat do you think of tonightâs outfit,â He did a little twirl, holding out his arms, displaying the large tattoo for you better. Trying to hide the blush on your face you looked away from him, and he grinned, âIâll take that as a yes then?â
Nodding, you turned your gaze back to him, biting down on your tongue, your eyes lingering on him with a mix of lust and love, âYouâre going to be the death of me, I swearâŚâ
âIâll go put a shirt on right now, I canât have you dying on me,â He joked.
âNo, keep it off. One less thing to take off later,â You teased, feeling proud as you watched his face turn a light shade of red.
âOh? Whatâs later?â He flirted back, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
âYouâll find out after the show,â You grinned, leaving him hanging, and giving him a reminder, âYouâre on in five.â
âCheer for me?â He said, flashing a cocky smile as he slowly started walking to join the rest of the guys.
âOf course! Knock âem dead, Princess,â You winked, blowing him a kiss.
ââââââââââââ-â-âââââââââââââ
The morning sun poured in through the hotel curtains, gently coaxing you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, landing on tousled, messy platinum locks. As you yawned, you felt the comforting shift of Mingiâs arm around your waist, drawing you in closer as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. A soft giggle escaped your lips, feeling tickled as his breath brushed against your bare skin, memories flooded in of all that unfolded the night before. Clothes discarded around the room, his strong grip holding you firmly against the wall, his gentle touch igniting waves of unimaginable pleasure as you both came undone together. Wrapped in each other's warm embrace, eventually drifting into blissful sleep.
âMorning, Love,â He smiled softly against your skin, his voice coarse and warm with the lingering embrace of sleep. He started placing soft, lazy kisses along your neck, and you let out a content sigh.
âMâgood morning, Min,â You moved your hand so that you could play with his hair. It still felt soft despite all the times it had been bleached. He hummed happily and you wished that you could stay just like that all day, lost in each otherâs presence, but there was so much that had to be done. Begrudgingly you said, âWe should get up. Thereâs a music video that needs filmingâŚâ
With his morning voice still present he groaned, âNo, letâs just stay here. They can get it done without us.â
You airily laughed at his pathetic, and cute, attempt to convince you, âI wish, but alas itâs quite unfortunate that it canât be done without us.â
He moved above you, propping himself up with his arms, a sinful look in his eyes, âWhat if I tried persuading you in a different way,â He slid his knee so that it was in between your legs, slowly moving it up, and pressing lightly against you.
âMmmmm, tempting,â You breathed out, trying your best to prevent yourself from letting him rile you up, âbut I would rather not risk getting scolded by Hongjoong.â
He sighed, a smirk on his face as he flopped back down on the bed, âOkayyy⌠youâre right.â
âThereâs always later tonight, though, if youâre still feeling persuasive,â You grinned, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before you hopped up.
He called out to you before you went into the bathroom, âCount on it, Love.â
âEnd of Spring/Move Out Dayâ
The year had flown by and your time at the house had come to an end. You cherished every moment spent there, but a thrilling sense of excitement grew within you for the new chapter awaiting in your new placeâconveniently just a few minutes away within walking distance, just as Mingi had always hoped. You looked at your empty room in the house one last time, a bittersweet ache settling in as you closed the door behind you. All of the guys awaited you in the living room, ready to help you get settled into your new apartment. As you looked at each of them, you were reminded of all of the great memories you spent with them over the year, and tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes. Half of them had already been crying, and the other half seemed on the verge of starting as they pulled you into a warm group hug. As they let you go, Hongjoong spoke, âI guess this means I can finally stop pretending like I donât know you and Mingi are dating, huh?â
He enjoyed the look of surprise on everyoneâs faces; no one knew that he knew, not even Seonghwa who felt betrayed, âHow long have you known?â
âI guess I always knew it would happen eventually, ever since her very first day here. I would be quite disappointing as a Captain if I couldn't sense the feelings of my team members,â He explained, âPlus I saw them canoodling on the playground last summer. Way to be subtle guysâŚâ
âOpe! Heâs known since day one,â Yeosang cracked up, covering his mouth.
âWhy didnât you say anything?â You asked, confused.
âThe primary reason behind the rule was to prevent conflict. I knew that if I had spoken up and kept you two apart, it would have created even more problems than simply allowing you to be together. Deep down, I couldnât help but secretly wish that you both would finally start dating, the tension had become almost too much to bear,â He reasoned, then smiling sweetly he admitted, âIâm rooting for you both, genuinely.â
You heard the soft sound of sniffling and turned to see Mingi in tears, his arms outstretched, longing to hug Hongjoong, âCaptain⌠I love you, you really are the best.â
âYeah, yeah⌠I love you tooâ â He dodged the embrace, redirecting the topic back to you, âLetâs get you moved into the new place shall we, Yn?â
âEpilogueâ
Life started to feel like each day was unfolding in a beloved book or favorite movie. You were offered a permanent position at KQ, which you eagerly accepted, thrilled at the thought of seeing the guys every day. You found genuine delight in going to work; albeit it was a strange feeling for you to actually be excited about your job for once, but nevertheless you had no reason at all to complain. Eventually, you got the chance to visit Hinata on a trip to Japan, and when you introduced her to your boyfriend she damn near passed out. She was absolutely ecstatic for you, insisting that you had to make her your maid of honor since she was the one who encouraged you to do the raffle in the first place. You couldnât help but shake your head and laugh, reassuring her that there was truly no one else you would rather have in that special role when the day came. Mingi joked with her, âI havenât even proposed yet and sheâs already assigning her maid of honorâŚâ
Jokes aside though, he couldnât wait for that day to come, already dreaming up the perfect way to do it; And he always seized every opportunity to tell you that you were the love of his life and he couldnât wait to spend forever by your side. You were his everythingâ and Mingi was yours.
âI love you.â
âForever and always.â
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Good things come in small packages
Part 1 | Part 2
Pairing: Mini Han x fem reader
Synopsis: One year ago you purchased a âminiature companionâ named Hannie. Heâs the size of a Ken doll but alive and horny. But something unexpected happens on your one year anniversary.
Word count: approx 2k
A/n: Hey!!! It's finally here! My Mini Han oneshot (posted in a couple of instalments because I get too excited to share). The idea for Mini Han was born through a conversation with my girl @noellllslut (we always have the most unhinged thoughts). Then I wrote a little "imagining" here (which Iâve incorporated into this fic anyway, so you donât have to read), which then sparked quite a bit curiosity amongst you sweet/filthy readers. Questions came, and I felt compelled to explore more of this theme.
I hope you enjoy this little fic. It's sweet and smutty, and as I kept writing, I fell in love with our dear y/n and Mini Hannie. I want one for myself tbh.
CW below the cut
CW: supernatural themes, oral sex, sexual acts, sexual themes, voyeurism
You've had your miniature human, Hannie, for almost a year?! You realize, sitting at your work desk as you look at your desktop calendar. You smile and make a note to organize a celebration for just the two of you, and to buy a cheesecake for dessert. Hannie loves cheesecake. Your smile grows. He always manages to get it all over him, then wants to get it all over you so he can lick it off you.
One year this coming weekend. It feels like time has flown, yet at the same time it feels like heâs been part of your life forever. Your heart bursts as you think back to how it all came to be.
You had been lonely. You'd broken up with your long term boyfriend and was feeling sad one night. So you went online to doom scroll, and online shop. You expected you'd end up down a rabbit hole of cat memes and be $500 down in shoe purchases, but instead an ad appeared on your screen.
"Miniature human companions" it said, with images of very attractive men. Miniature men. Were they human? Couldn't be. Were they robots? Probably. They must be really expensive to make which is why they are so small, you'd decided.
You were intrigued, so you researched the company, finding that this new type of 'companion' utilizes cutting edge technology that simulates actual human behavior and bodily functions.
By 4am you'd chosen your companion. His name was Han. He was adorable and attractive, with fluffy black hair and pouty lips, and from the personality trait notes, he sounded like a lot of fun.
"Pay Now". You can still remember the feeling of excitement that ran through you as hit the button to complete your purchase.
When he arrived, he came in a box with air holes, which you found kind of weird considering he didn't actually breathe oxygen. You set the box on your kitchen table, took a deep breath and lifted the lid. You gasped as you peered inside.
A little man, about the size of a Ken doll, sat on a blanket eating miniature crisps out of a miniature chip bag.
"Oh hello!" he looked up at you. "Are you my Noona?" he waved excitedly.
Holy fucking shit. You almost fainted as you stumbled to sit down on a dining chair.
You knew he was meant to talk, but he just seemed so real as he chewed his food then licked the seasoning off his lips like he could actually taste it. His little chest moved with his breath, like he was really breathing. Could he do everything a human can do? You wondered.
"My nameâs Hannie." He said standing up and brushing the crumbs off his trousers.
"Um...I-I'm Y/n..." you stuttered, trying to process what you were witnessing,
"You're really pretty, Y/n." He beamed up at you with a gummy grin.
You prepared him a little space of his own, with a makeshift bed, clothing that you had also ordered from the company you purchased him from, and bought a set of Barbie sized cups, plates and furniture. You even bought him a Barbie Dreamhouse to live in, but he preferred to just climb up your full sized furniture and use that.
You studied the information manual that came with him and learned that he could in fact, experience life just as a human did. He needed to eat, sleep, wash, poop. Oh and he could get erections and ejaculate. Wow!
Over the next weeks and months you'd gotten yourselves into a routine, and became really close. He was your best friend. You did everything together, mostly staying at home. You assumed he was some sort of AI, and that's why you got along so well, but the longer he was with you, the more his own interests came to the surface. Like singing and Anime.
He helped you bake, often getting himself covered in flour and other ingredients. You'd watch movies together. Most nights you'd lay on the couch and he'd lay face down on your chest while you watched your favorites. Sometimes you'd feel him get hard against the curve of your breast, and you'd think inappropriate thoughts about him. You'd grow wet between your legs and wish he was able to touch you.
He loved it when youâd brush his hair with a tiny little hairbrush and sit him on your benchtop in the bathroom when youâre getting ready for the day. You know he loved it when you forgot he was there one time and you took a shower in front of him. He got so hard watching you soap up your body.
Sometimes you'd take him out on a picnic somewhere secluded near the ocean so he could freely move about the picnic blanket without fear of being seen. Or he'd sneak into your work bag and scare the shit out of you when you were working.
In the early days, you'd occasionally go on dates with actual men. Mostly to take your mind of your growing feelings for Hannie. You'd bring them home and fuck them in your bed, knowing he was somewhere watching, listening. You'd imagine him getting hard from your noises, and it made you moan even louder just picturing it. You'd imagine it was Hannie inside you too, pounding hard into your cunt, and making you come on his cock.
He was distant with you in the days after. Heâd sit around sulking and pouting.
"What's wrong, Hannie?" You asked him after heâd ignored you for three days.
"Noona... it's justâŚI get so jealous of them." He burst into tears. "I want to do things like that to you. I want to the be the one who makes you come." He sobbed.
Things changed after that. You no longer went out with other men, and you and your miniature companion began to explore a more physical, more sexual, relationship.
From letting you see each other naked, to mutual masturbation, to eventually touching each other and making each other come.
You soon learned that even though Hannie is small, he is extremely talented with his mouth, and he can make you come harder than anyone had ever before.
One morning he noticed that you were still asleep, and very naked. The way you were laying, legs splayed out looked so inviting to him. Youâd kicked your blanket off at some point. He couldnât help himself.
You woke up to a sensation between your legs, and when you looked down you saw him kneeling between your your legs, using his arms to push your pussy lips open and doing his very best to lap at your clit.
âHannie?â You whimpered. He stopped for a moment to stand up and wave at you, the entire front of his body dripping with your arousal. âIâve just found my favorite thing to do!â He said enthusiastically and then he was back to being buried against your pussy.
These days, at night time heâll climb up onto your chest while youâre lying in bed watching videos on your phone. He still loves to nestle against the bulge of your breasts, especially if youâre in a loose satin camisole, and heâll slide himself under the fabric.
âWhat do you want to watch, Hannie?â Youâll ask him.
âPorn!â Heâll answer excitedly. The phone is like a giant screen to him and itâs never long before you feel him shimmying his clothes off and rubbing his little swollen erection against your skin.
Heâs such a desperate little thing that you let him do whatever he needs to get himself off. Often, heâll rub his cock along your bottom lip while he humps your tits, or heâll scramble to suck on your nipple. He does his best to stretch his mouth around it, while he grinds against you and cumming on your soft skin. Then heâll pass out right there. Poor little tyke gets himself tired.
Some of the kinkier things he gets you to do include tying him up and edging him until his cock becomes so painfully red and engorged that heâs crying. His naked body is delicious to look at, and you love to run the pad of your index finger over his muscles. Heâs perfectly toned, his skin honey brown, and his cock is mouth-wateringly big for his frame.
Heâs rendered helpless as you stroke your finger gently up and down his body. Then, using the tip of your tongue, you lick his cock carefully whilst shoving your pinky finger into his mouth.
There are times when youâll dress up in lingerie covered in buckles and straps and heâll climb up your body like heâs doing some kind of adventure hike. He gets so sweaty and very hard as he explores the terrain of your body.
He really is the perfect companion.
You are broken from your thoughts by your alarm signaling it's time to go home from work, and you hurry home to see your Hannie.
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"Fuck! Hannie! Please... need to come...need one more...please. Don't stop." You pant. It's later that evening, and you're on the verge of your third orgasm with Hannie between your thighs sucking expertly on your clit. He's got your lips spread open as far as he can manage, and he's grinding against your core seeking his own release. Inside your pussy you've got your vibrator egg on full intensity. "Yes!!! Yes...coming!!!" You cry as you arch off the bed as you come all over him.
He quickly climbs up your body, almost slipping off because heâs covered in so much of your cream, and kneels on your chest to pump his cock until heâs spurting cum onto your tongue.
âTastes so good, Hannie.â You show him your empty tongue, but heâs already collapsed across your body.
You clean him up and put him in his striped pajamas, before you both nestle into bed. Youâre used to him sleeping on the pillow next to you now, although it took you a while to stop worrying youâd roll on him in the night.
âNoona? Did you know that tomorrow itâll be one year since I came here?â He says sleepily.
You roll onto your side and smile. âYes, actually I do, honey. Have a think about what youâd like to do to celebrate, okay. Anything you want."
He nods. âYeah, Iâll think about it. But just so you know, itâll involve me being buried in your pussy.â
ââââ-
Han laid back on the pillow. What would he like to do to celebrate? Heâd love to celebrate by being inside you. Properly. Fully.
He wishes he could do the things he'd seen those men youâd do to you all those months ago. To pin your legs up and fuck you so hard the bed would shake. He takes his mind back to when heâd hide on your shelf and watch, fucking into his hand and holding back tears of despair.
What would it be like to bend you over and fuck you from behind? What would it even be like to fuck you at all? He wants to know so bad.
But he does have a special relationship with you, he supposes. Not every guy has to stretch his mouth around a nipple or clit like he has to. Can those men be covered head to toe in your juices? Or lay completely across the bulge of your boob. No. They canât. Only he can.
He pouts to himself.
He knows heâs got it good, you are his everything. But as he lays on the pillow next you and closes his eyes, he wonders if heâs enough for you? Could you give up real men forever, with real sized cocks that can stretch you out and fill you deep? Would you be okay with never having a boyfriend you could take out in public, or take to family events, or be seen with?
Could you settle for him? A miniature version of a man?
He sighs. "Goodnight, Noona. Love you." He whispers as he leans over and gives your giant lips a kiss.
"Goodnight, my sweet Hannie. I love you too." you reply sleepily.
As he drifts off to sleep he wishes what he always wishes. That he could be human sized and be with you like a proper human.
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The morning sun peeks through your window, landing on your face and causing you to stir. You groan and try to stretch, but a heaviness across your middle keeps you in place. You peer down to find a man's arm wrapped around you, snuggling you tight.
Fear courses through your body, and you scream as you fling the arm off and jump out bed. You grab your lamp, ready to hit the intruder.
"Noona?" The man lifts his head, his dark locks falling around his face.
Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you see the confused look on his face. "Hannie!?" You choke, hands poised to strike.
"Noona? What are you doing?" he peers down at the pillow his head had been resting on, and then down the bed toward his feet. "Why is your bed so small?"
"Hannie?" You whisper, lowering the lamp, letting it drop to the floor.
"Why is everything so small? Wait. Why am I naked? Noona, have you been playing with me in my sleep?" He looks up at you confused and worried. "Noona, why are you looking at me like that?"
His eyes land on his pajamas, torn to shreds next to him. He picks up the scrap of fabric that was his pajama top, and his eyes widen. "Why are my clothes so tiny?"
"Hannie," you take in the man before you, naked and taking up most of the bed. "You're big."
To be continuedâŚ
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Congrats on 8k!!! You deserve all the love and more <3 also the holiday/winter theme is so so so cute!! Literally cannot even begin to describe how much I adore you and your talent and the fact that you give back and share your wonderful writing with us makes me so unbelievably happy <3
Can I request a hot cocoa drabble with Remus and the prompt wrapping paper from the 2nd list? Much love to you!! And congratulations again!!
I adore you! Ty for requesting angel <3
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ⥠653 words
You watch out of the corner of your eye as Remus carefully folds the wrapping paper over itself, lining the triangle up against the side of his box. He curses.Â
You giggle. âHow are you so regimented and so bad at this?âÂ
âHush.â He rolls his eyes, reaching across you for the tape. âItâs fine.âÂ
âThe label is showing,â you say, trying to be gentle but only hitting amused. âYou canât leave it like that, sheâs gonna know what it is.âÂ
âIâll cut a square of wrapping paper to cover that part.âÂ
âAnother patch job?â You shake your head at him, grinning. âRem, I canât let you bring these to the function. Theyâre an embarrassment.âÂ
âThe function,â says Remus, cutting through the wrapping paper with a pointed slice, âis already going to have gifts wrapped by James, which always look like heâs let Harry do them, and Sirius is most likely going to bring his in bags. I guarantee ours wonât be the worst there.âÂ
âItâs just a little embarrassing,â you murmur, really only teasing him. You start folding a ribbon into gentle curves on the top of your box. âI thought I had this really competent boyfriend, butâŚâÂ
âDidnât I tell you to hush?â Remus asks, but his laughter betrays him. The light from your tree smoothes out the lines of his face, his eyes warm and glittering and lashes kissing at the corners. You wish suddenly that you had a camera on hand, but thereâs no chance film could capture how perfectly happy he looks.
Remus smooths tape over his patch of wrapping paper with swift, vaguely menacing movements. âIâll have you know, I am very competent,â he says.Â
âItâs gonna take a knife to open that with all the tape on it,â you observe solemnly.
âI am very competent,â he repeats, and you suck in a breath when he locks his hands around your ankles, dragging you to him with one swift motion. You can forget how strong Remus is, sometimes. Heâs not very physical usually, but youâve riled him into playfulness. âYou ask Lily tomorrow who the most competent man in her home is, and you get back to me on what she says, yeah?âÂ
âWell,â youâre giggling, caught under his stern gaze and bubbling with giddy anticipation, âif you limit it to the men, the bar canât be very high. Lily and I are more competent than the three of you.âÂ
âHow do you figure?âÂ
âYou can look at my gifts, for starters.âÂ
Remus has an excellent poker face. He squeezes your calf at the jab, and your nervous giggling intensifies. âWeâll see how you feel about your competence when you make your own tea tomorrow.âÂ
âNo wait! Wait.â You get into his lap, trying your hardest to school your features into some sort of contrition. Smooth your hands up and down his shoulders. âIâm sorry. I love you. Have I told you I love you lately?âÂ
âNot without ulterior motive,â Remus says drily.Â
Your lips turn down in a real frown. âThatâs not true.âÂ
âNo.â He rolls his eyes, grunting as he pulls you further up his lap. âItâs not, lovely. What, youâre the only one who gets to tease?âÂ
âMhm,â you hum, teasing.Â
Remus chuffs like youâre something else, but his lips touching to your nose are gentle. âSo what if Iâm not the best at wrapping? You canât make your own tea.âÂ
âI canâŚitâs just not as good as when you do it.âÂ
âSome could argue thatâs a much more everyday sort of competence, dove.âÂ
You make a quiet scoff of protest, not very convincing. Remus smiles. His hands stroke your sides.Â
âSo. Weâre going to put my gifts under James and Lilyâs tree without complaint, hm?âÂ
You feel your nose wrinkle. âWithout any complaint? I feel like some damage control is necessary.âÂ
âRemember your tea.âÂ
You sigh, rolling your eyes. âRight. No complaints here.â
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guys my age | jeon jungkook
summary: a summer spent at your friendâs place wasnât something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize heâs not a fan of games.
⣠pairings: dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her]
⣠genre/au: dilf au, best friends father, summer house, smut, age gap [38 & 21] pent up sexual frustration
warnings: 9.5K words. smĂźt. 6 9 position [ oral f & m receiving] use of protection. roĹŤgh missionary. they go like three rounds. reader gets on top. dirty talk, use of âlittle girl, slĂźt, etc but lightly] y/n is a man eater lowkey. jk wants to resist but he canât lol. y/n is rich and spoiled, Y2K style. big bOobs lol. y/n is besties with jkâs daughter. stays at summer home. y/n is a cÜçk tease. always teasing him. lawyer jk, with tattoos and piercing. y/n has bellybutton piercing
song inspo: cola â lana del rey [i got a taste for men who are older] affection â abra [did you close your eyes and think about me like I think about you?] guys my age â hey violet
Illicit Desires | DILF!Jungkook collab
The blaring sun burned against your skin, your patience running thin the longer you waited outside. A key was being jammed into the doorknob with no luck to actually get it to function. You were tired, hot, and hungryânever a good mix when it came to your mood. Your feet hurt from the kitten heels you wore and the black handle of your suitcase was getting hot with the summer heat.
âHurry up,â you whined, a manicured hand with long pink nails waving in an attempt to fan yourself. Only seconds later the click of the lock was heard and the door was opening. You and the person in front of you groaned in relief and you were trudging inside the large house youâd be spending your summer at.
âMy dadâs not home so weâve got the place to ourselves for a couple hours, what should we do?â Your friend, Jieun, asked once the two of you made it to the stairs to take your things to her room. You gave a shrug in response, âI donât know, Iâm hot, I canât think.â
âOh, so you think youâre hot?â She joked with you knowing that was not at all what you meant but you winked at her anyway. Your gum smacked with each chew as you looked around her bedroom that looked fit for a teen which made sense since sheâs been rooming with you in the dorms for the last two years.
âI thought you didnât like your daddy,â you were teasing but also serious when you sat on her bed, skirt shifting to show more thigh. Jieun just sighed, opening her drawers to pull out a bikini, âItâs complicated. The divorce with my mom was ugly and it was only three years ago. I was a teen so I held a lot of resentment toward him and her.â
âWasnât she the one who cheated?â You asked curiously as she passed you your smaller bag for you to fish out a bikini. Jieun nodded, âYeah, I know but my dad was always busy. Always gone for work and I donât know, 17 year old me wished he was around more so she wouldnât feel so lonely.â
You let the subject go in order to change out of your clothes that had been way too hot for the heat and into something way too small. A hot pink bikini with small triangles covering your breasts and a small pair of bottoms with silver links to hold it together. Jieun directed you outside and she went to get drinks and snacks for you two before joining you. You managed to pull a heart shaped floaty toward you and laid inside of it with your legs hanging out the side and a cherry coke in your hand.
âIs your dad hot?â You asked looking over your sunglasses as they hung low on your nose bridge. Jieun rolled her eyes as you passed her the donut floaty.
âDonât ask me,â Jieun said as she finally made it on, âAnd leave my dad alone, the old men you like are sad.â
âWhatever, I was just asking,â you laughed, âAnd Iâll have you know I prefer them younger.â
She just rolled her eyes moving next to you and the two of you floated in the pool for a good while before dropping yourselves into the cold water. You played only one round of mermaids until you swear you died and came back to life.
At the sliding door stood a man, a very attractive older man dressed in a forest green matching shirt and shorts that could pass as pajamas. His shirt was slightly transparent but unfortunately you couldnât see much. He slid the glass door open coming out with a pair of black sunglasses that he pushed up to his hair. Jieun turned to look at what youâd been staring at and she waved a hand, âHey.â
The manâs eyes swept back to you, âHey.â Jieun swam to the edge of the pool pulling herself up with absolutely no grace and pointed to you, âThis is my roommate Y/n, sheâs staying with us this summer.â
âOh really?â He asked looking to her, âI donât remember you telling me about this.â
She just shrugged, taking her towel and stretching one out for you to grab. You dragged yourself to the edge of the pool before placing your hands on the edge and pulling yourself up in one go. You didnât notice the way Jieunâs dad watched the water cascade down your breasts to your stomach and thighs until you dragged yourself up. You took the towel from Jieun and dried yourself off looking back to him, âHello Mr. Jeon, Iâm Y/n, Jieunâs roommate for the past two years.â
You placed your hand in his as greeting and he gave it a firm shake, âCall me Jungkook, has Jieun gotten you set up in the guest room?â
The three of you went upstairs and for some reason you felt the need to walk with a sway in your steps knowing Jieunâs dad was behind you. You also knew you shouldnât be doing that in just a towel and very skimpy bikini but you didnât care. You knew in the back of your mind Jieun was one of your best friends and thinking her dad is hot should be weird. You also knew you were going to do what you want anyway and if that was planning a little game for the summer you were going to do it.
In truth, you were a very spoiled person. You came from money and your dad never thought twice about doing what you wanted so obviously you would be spoiled. You didnât care about the consequences, you just did what you wanted because it was fun. It wasnât going to be anything serious anyway and itâs only your first day staying here and you had to entertain yourself some way if Jieun wasnât around.
âThank you for letting me stay Mr. Jeon, I wouldnât have had anywhere to go for the summer,â you said once it was just you and him after getting changed. He was bringing in blankets and pillows for you. He stopped to look at you, eyes threatening to trail down your body again but he forced himself to only look at your face, âItâs no problem, did your parents not let you stay with them?â
âTheyâre away for the summer,â you told him leaning against the back wall as he put the bed sheets on the bed youâd be sleeping on, âThey didnât want me in that big house all by myself for three months.â
âMaybe they donât trust you,â he said with a small smile trying to make himself feel comfortable around his daughterâs friends. It is very hard to not think about the girl in his house that was so physically attractive it had him anxious. It just wasnât a good idea to think about a girl his daughterâs age. You had no idea he had these thoughts, all you knew was that you were in the mood to talk, âThey donât, Iâm not always the best behaved.â
âIn my house, I hope youâll behave,â he let the words slip before he could stop himself. They sounded more flirty than he meant them to when in reality he just hoped for no trouble with you. You werenât making this easy when you tilted your head to the side and batted your lashes, âKeep a close eye on me and maybe I will.â
Jungkook seemed to freeze for a moment, his hand fixing the fitted sheet and using his sudden tension to stuff the fabric into the frame. It was silent and when Jieun came up looking at you, âI ordered pizza.â
âYum,â you smiled cheerfully, âAre you joining us, Mr. Jeon?â
You stood at the doorway facing the stairs but turning your head back to look at him. He was already walking behind you and when you got to the stairs, his hand touched your back lightly. He stared forward, looking distant as he said, âI have to keep an eye on you, donât I?â With that he looked to you quickly before looking ahead.
The first few days you barely had a chance to see him, you mostly hung out with Jieun and went out with friends. He was up early and got home late so you didnât see him often. Tonight though, youâve gotten lucky. Jieun has a date tonight with her boyfriend and sheâd be staying the night at his house. Now you would be home alone until Jungkook came home and sometimes itâs not till late evening.
So you spent pretty much all day, after noon, by yourself trying to quench your boredom doing anything you could. Now youâre outside again tanning by the pool, or attempting to. The sun was already setting so there wasnât much left and yet you remained outside.
âJungkook, man, are you even listening right now?â A voice boomed through the speaker of his cellphone. He could barely make out the personâs voice as he held his phone away in a trance. His attention was elsewhere, somewhere he shouldnât be focusing on, but he was.
It was hard not to stare at the view just on the other side of the sliding door. This time you were in yellow. A bright pastel that had a silver heart ring holding your top together at your breasts. From here he could see the belly button ring you had and you just looked⌠like sin. He was too lost to notice the way you pushed your glasses down to stare back at him. It wasnât until you gave a little wave that he snapped out of it.
âYes, Iâm listening,â he muttered back to Taehyung as he went back to the kitchen to at least pretend like he wasnât watching you. It was wrong, you were his daughterâs age but you just looked so damn good. And you know youâre attractive, you know that just one look and someone would squirm and currently thatâs him. He has no business being 38 watching a girl who is barely 21 and thinking about the way your bottoms hugged your ass that he catches himself looking at from time to time.
His hand ruffled his hair in an attempt to shake the thought of you away, âBut I should go, Iâve gotta start dinner.â
âOh, but I wanted to know how itâs been having Jieun back? Does she come home for dinner everyday?â Jimin asked, still trying to keep a conversation going but then you came in. The tiniest denim shorts on with the button and fly open showing off your stomach and a small triangle of the yellow bottoms. You seemed to forget a shirt, sauntering into the kitchen in just the tiny bikini top and shorts, a pretty smile on your face, âYouâre home, I was feeling lonely.â
His phone nearly slipped out of his hand.
Snap out of it, Jungkook, heâs reacting nervously around you and he shouldnât.
âIâm about to start dinner,â was all he said to you before continuing his conversation with Jimin, âItâs been good but sheâs not home today. Sheâs spending her night with Yoongi.â
You sat at the island leaning against the marble counter, pressing your chest into it and his eyes flickered to the way they seemed to bulge even more than usual. Oh God.
He could see small, hard buds through the fabric, âJimin Iâve gotta go, Iâm going to start cooking.â He needs a cold shower, like now.
âOr we can order,â You said once he was off the phone, âIâm sure youâve had a long, hard⌠whatâs the word Iâm looking for?â
âDay?â the word came out in a stutter that had his neck heating up in embarrassment. Why was he getting flustered? Heâs had very little interaction with a woman consistently, aside from the women at work and they were nothing like you. They wore gray pencil skirts and white button upsânot yellow bikinis where he could see your hardened nipples poking out. This doesnât mean he hasnât had opportunities to date in the last three years but with his divorce and busy with work all the time he didnât go out. He was a boring man in his eyes.
You flashed him an innocent smile that heâs not sure he believed, âThen Iâll treat you to dinner tonight, a thank you for letting me stay. Should I call and order?â Unsure of what would come out if he opened his mouth, he just gave a subtle nod.
âIâm going to shower while we wait,â he cleared his throat awkwardly. You told him okay, ordered, and then showered yourself.
For dinner you had Italian and you were fully dressed nowâstill not enough for his prying eyesâbut enough for him to focus on his food. He hates to admit that heâs way too curious tonight to ask questions, âWhat are your thoughts on Yoongi? Does he treat Jieun right?â
âMhm,â you nodded with a light bite on your lip, âThe sweetest, perfect for her.â
âFor her? Wouldnât everyone want a sweet guy?â Heâs not sure why he asked or why he was curious to see what youâd say. All he knew was that his plate of food was no longer being eaten, and instead played with by scraping his fork against it. He avoided your eyes and you loved every second of it. He was just so cute getting nervous by a younger woman like you. Itâs just too tempting to wanna make him squirm. A big, bad man like him falling underway by your teasing.
âI like them a little meaner, a little more authoritative,â you said looking up at him, âLike the ones who can put me in my place when Iâm being difficult.â
âHm,â he hummed in thought looking into your eyes, âDifficult?â
âYes, I have a tendency to want what I want and find a way to get it,â you told him, voice more assertive, âAnd if I donât get it, I become a huge brat.â
âSo someone who can handle you?â
âYes, but Iâm a lot to handle, Jungkook,â you said his name laced with lust and if he said it didnât go straight to his flaccid member, heâd be lying. He took a big drink from his glass of wine, âIâm sure someone is up for the task.â
âI hope so, I can get very impatient,â you raise your glass to your lips to drink, your eyes locked with his. With that you stood up with your plate, âAre you done?â
He gave a silent nod, not trusting himself to bite back a comment about how he has no patience for teasing. Heâs not even sure those would be the exact words heâd say, or if heâd say how capable he is of putting someone in their place. You took his plate and washed them before excusing yourself to your bedroom to answer some call. He caught a small glimpse of the name already calling you and it was a man.
Itâs been two weeks. Two hard weeks of forcing himself to not think about his daughterâs friend, but itâs been so damn difficult that youâre clouding his vision. All the looks you sent his way whenever you were with Jieun or the little comments youâd make that had his head spinning in guilt and lust. Itâs been too long since heâs slept with a woman and anytime he sees you, heâs reminded of it. Like right now.
He was supposed to be working on a case with his partner, Namjoon, but he was distracted. They worked at the kitchen table but then you came in with a short, fitted black dress that barely covered your butt. Even Namjoon seemed to turn and stare when you opened the fridge and bent down at the waist to look inside. Jungkookâs head rested on his palm as he watched, half hoping your dress would rise just a little more but it didnât, sadly. He was supposed to be doing all the paperwork that laid across the dinner table, not stare at you rummaging through the fridge.
You pulled out a bottle of pineapple juice, sipping from a straw as Jieun came down just a little more dressed down as she asked, âIs he almost here?â
Jungkook snapped his attention back to you in confusion. Is who almost here? âAre the two of you going out with Yoongi?â
âI am, Y/nâs meeting up with a guy, so lucky you dad, you might get the house to yourself,â Jieun said putting a hand on his shoulder waving a greeting to Namjoon, her fatherâs friend.
âDonât miss us too much,â you teased, making him look back at you. âHow well do you know this guy?â
âJust enough, we had a couple classes together,â you said with a shrug of your shoulders still sipping on the pineapple juice. Heâs sure the taste of the fruit would remain in your body for hours.
Jieun laughed, âY/n doesnât need to know him well for her plans tonight.â
You sent her a wink that Jungkook caught and heâd be lying if he said a small part of him didnât feel⌠jealous? Upset? Annoyed? All of the above? He doesnât want both of you gone, heâs gotten used to a full house and he doesnât want to feel lonely again. Jieun he can understand, sheâs seeing her boyfriend but you⌠youâre not in a relationship. You donât have any obligation to another man so why canât you stay home. Despite all the women who notice him, he seems to have a love/hate relationship with the attention you gave him. Part of him wanted nothing to do with you in that sense, but the other was enough to boost his ego. Despite his age he was clearly attractive enough to gain the attention of a 21 year old used to college guys. So, no, he doesnât want you to go out with one of those guys and remember that Jungkook was a boring lawyer and father of your friend.
âWell heâs outside,â you said looking at your phone, âI guess Iâll head out now.â Jieun joined you when Yoongi sent her the same text and you two were leaving.
âHow are you living with that unaffected?â Namjoon finally said once the two of you were out the door. Jungkook shook his head, âIâm not.â
Long after Namjoon left, Jungkook found himself still awake working in his office. It had to be around midnight and he didnât feel tired, he felt anxious. It stresses him out because why on earth does he feel anxious? He should feel relieved to have time to himself but he doesnât. Heâs currently staring at the clock every five damn minutes. Jieun wonât be coming home, he knows that, but now it looks like you arenât either.
He shouldnât care about his daughterâs friend but something about you just draws him in. You were like a succubus in his eyes, a beautiful girl who can draw anyone in and even he fell victim to it. Itâs so wrong, youâre too young, youâre his daughterâs friend. But youâre so damn enticing, like every little thing about you. From the way you chew your gum while looking at him to the sway in your hips when you walk. The way you batted your pretty long lashes when youâd ask how his night went. You make little comments that he swears were suggestive that he knew he shouldnât like, but he does. It makes him blush, honestly.
He knows heâs an attractive man. Heâs fit, heâs got the looks, money, age. He has tattoos and piercings and heâs clean. He knows that women at the store try to flirt with him in line. The ones at work always have some favor to ask or some help they need. When heâs at the gym he feels eyes on him but none of it matters. Jungkook has thought about going on dates when heâs been asked and lately heâs been thinking about trying again but he just doesnât know if he should.
At his age, is it even worth it anymore? His wife of eighteen years cheated on him just three years ago. He doesnât think about her outside of when it has to do with Jieun but still. Thatâs the last woman heâs been with, itâs not like heâs your age.
Youâre young and a very attractive person. Youâve got the smile, the confidence, the looks, the humor. Honestly, he could go on. Heâs thought about it before, you have a way of drawing someone in and clearly it was true. If youâre on a date then obviously you know how to get someone interested, especially if Jieun always jokes about how you string these boys along. Actually, heâs not even sure if what youâre doing now is part of the date.
Itâs too late for dinner. That could only mean one thing, you were probably at the guyâs place or maybe a hotel room. If that was the case then clearly you could only be doing one thing. That thought alone was enough to make him stiffen in his chair. He shouldnât be thinking about all the things you were doing in your little black dress, or even with it off.
Jungkook knows what your body looks like under that dress. He knows that you have a little tattoo on your hip that was only noticeable when you wear one of your tiny bikinis. And god, he shouldnât, but he feels so damn envious of whoever gets to see what lies under those poor excuses for bikinis. He can only imagine what man youâre with, what hands are touching down your naked body.
The look in your eyes when a certain spot was touched, maybe your back would arch and your hips would buck. Maybe you were sensitive, so damn sensitive that when Jungkook first gets his hands on you, youâll be dripping in your pantiesâif you wore any.
Wait.
Fuck.
When did this become an imagination of him being the one touching your body? His jeans seemed to tighten, his member growing more erect with each passing image of you under him. Falling apart with his teasing this time, batting your eyelashes at him like an innocent, sweet girl, when you were anything but. The things he could do to you, teach your body so many different sensations that only he could bring youâ
âMr. Jeon.â
His entire body froze, even the small pulse of his hard length at the sound of your voice. Jungkook snapped his eyes to the door of his office, now more open than before with you standing there looking like a walking sin.
You just called him Mr. Jeon and it seemed to send him back to reality about the fact you were much younger than him. Not only that but a friend of his daughterâs.
âY/n,â he cleared his throat, shifting in his chair awkwardly, âWhen did you get home?â Could he call it that? Call it your home when you both know it really isnât. You giggle softly, pushing off the wall sauntering over to his desk with a little sway.
âJust now, I didnât want to wake you,â you moved around his desk making him more anxious by the second. He was suddenly too aware of the bulge between his legs due to his perverse thoughts. His hand was suddenly on his lap trying to hide himself when you leaned against the desk, right next to him. Your hands on the wooden table supporting your weight, âBut you werenât even sleeping. Why are you up this late?â
âCouldnât sleep.â Jungkook looked into your eyes when you frowned. Your face looked flush, eyes a little red and nose puffy. You had a lazy smile, âAnd here I thought you were waiting up for me.â
âI didnât even know if youâd be back,â he looked away when you pushed off the desk, shifting his eyes back to his abandoned files. He kept his gaze stuck on it as you walked behind him with a hand on his shoulder, before there were two. His breath hitched as your hands touched his shoulders. You leaned against his back just briefly and he could smell the alcohol on you. It made him tense and he could feel his back muscles twitch. Your palms flattened against his shoulders before sliding them down toward his collarbone as you said, âI bet that worried you. Not knowing what I might be doing, who I might be with.â
He didnât say anything, eyes failing to stay open when the fabric of his button up shifted against his skin with each drag of your hands across his shoulders, âWhat are you doing?â
You just smiled looking down at him. You couldnât see his face but you could see the angle of his head hanging low. You could see the clenched fist around a fountain pen and an arm conveniently placed on his lap. âYou just seem so stressed lately. I want to help you relax.â
âOh,â his voice strained when you nearly closed your hands around his neck, the unbuttoned top of his shirt nearly exposing more of his chest than he wanted it to. âY/n.â
He needs it to stop.
This needs to stop.
Now. He could feel it, he was very close to snapping. This isnât right, not at all. But itâs not entirely wrong and itâs all just confusing him and his dick. He had to think of something else but he didnât want to tell you to stop touching him even if he knows he should.
âHow was your date?â He asked, probably one of the worst things to ask but he did so anyway. You didnât stop your movements, unaware of the way his lips parted when your nails scraped along his chest. God, it felt so damn good to be touched. It was all he could think about and he didnât want it to be.
âIt wasnât a date,â you told him, continuing your massage, âWe went for drinks and, no, nevermind, I wonât say.â You ended with a deep sigh that had him whipping around to stare at you.
âAnd?â He asked, finally exposing himself to you with disheveled hair, lust blown eyes, and a wrinkled button up. âWhat else did you do?â
As he asked and his eyes fell upon your neck, something was building up within him. The sight of the small red mark on your neck, âWell?â His voice was deeper, more stern and definitely not happy. He was jealous and you knew it.
âSo you were worried,â you giggled, âWere you thinking about it all night? What I might be doing?â
He didnât confirm nor deny it but he did look away as if heâd been caught. He couldnât face you but that didnât stop you from pushing. This was like the red button.
You know you shouldnât, but you couldnât stop yourself from pushing.
âWellâŚâ you took a long sigh, a soft moan in thought, âAfter the drinks we went back to his place and well, you know how that goes.â
âHm,â was all he said and you stopped running your hands along his shoulders. For some reason he was disappointed that you did. You just smiled, âThatâs all I can say unfortunately, I missed you too much to stay the night so I got an Uber and came home.â
âY/n,â his voice was firm but the hair on his arms rose at the raspy tone of your sleepy voice, âWhat are you doing?â
âHaving a conversation with you,â you told him simply as you moved back against his desk, his knee so close to your leg as his chair spun out just a little. His eyes narrowed, âYou know what Iâm talking about.â
âI donât think I do,â even as you said that you bit your lip, âWhy donât you tell me?â
He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly stressed. He canât just tell you. What if heâs just imagining your touches? Your innuendos? Heâs much older than you and for him to be bringing this up was embarrassing enough. So instead of doing it, he just gave up.
âYou should go to bed.â
âAre you going to take me?â
It went quiet and you swear his gaze darkened in an instance. You werenât sure if he was deciphering every meaning behind your response or if he was debating actually doing it. You wanted him to. Just look at him. Whenever you even think about him, every concern for Jieun as a friend completely slips away. Heâs just too damn stunning, too damn perfect. The fact that he was older just made it ten times better.
You looked at the clock behind him before saying, âI guess Iâll go, but Iâll miss talking to you.â
âY/n,â he grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. You looked back at him as he stared down at where your hand was in his. No.
No. Jungkook, donât even if you really want to at least get a kiss. No.
âYes?â
He cleared his throat preparing himself to talk, âGoodnight.â
You smiled, âGoodnight.â
You left without another word and the second the door shut behind you a breath of relief was pushed out from his stomach to his mouth. âFuck,â he groaned looking down at his aching member.
He doesnât think he can resist you the next time.
It happened again a couple nights later. This time around, Jungkook felt even more delusional over it. You were only looking at him but you werenât being at all appropriate. Especially not now having dinner with Jieun and Yoongi. It was a table of four so he was close to you and God, this was getting harder by the minuteâor no, he was.
Your foot was pulling at his pant leg and he had to pretend like it wasnât affecting him. He listened to you talk to Jieun instead.
âSo how was the other night with Jimin?â Yoongi asked you at the dinner table. Jungkook pretended like he wasnât interested, too focused on his dinner plate. From the corner of his eye is where he watched you. You gave a small shrug, still running your foot past his knee until your leg was on his thigh. He places a hand over your ankle, a small squeeze to try and get you to stop instead of just pushing it away.
His hand was rough with age and work and your foot was smooth. It was big, with long fingers, even his pinky and you wondered what else he could do with them. Jungkook hand began hesitantly caressing your leg as you spoke, âGood, but Iâm not going out with him tonight.â
âSomeone else?â Yoongi asked as he served you all more food from the middle of the table. You smiled, âMaybe.â
Jungkookâs jaw tensed and he shook your leg off of him. He doesnât know what youâre trying to do with him but heâs a grown man. If you want to do things with him heâs not going to wait around for you to finish up with another guy. Especially with a guy much younger than him who he knows wonât be able to please you like he could. Just from the way youâve been acting he knows not everyone can handle you. Youâre a cocktease and maybe heâs delusional but he knows you want him. So why are you going on a date with another man?
No.
Why does he care?
Why is he thinking about a girl young enough to be his own daughter? Why is he imagining what youâd look like sitting pretty on his dick. Why doesnât he care that Jieun is sitting on the other side of him and all he wants is to slide his fingers up your leg and under your skirt. He could if he pulled your chair closer. He really could. He feels guilty but not enough to ignore this anymore, theyâre only thoughts anyway. He wouldnât actually do it⌠no, never.
âDo you want us to drop you off when we leave?â Jieun asked once dinner had been over. You shook your head, âNo, I wonât be with him till later. What time are you getting home?â
âIâm not,â Jieun said, patting Yoongiâs stomach, âStaying at his place.â
âAlright, Iâll probably start getting ready.â
Jungkook went to his office when everyone left. He would do more work tonight, now heâs got all the time in the world apparently.
Once again he was going to be alone in the house.
Once again you were going out with another man.
Once again he finds himself thinking about it and feeling irritated.
Jungkook doesnât know you have something up your sleeve. He doesnât know that the whole time you were talking with Jieun all you could think about was how to get her father to fuck you how youâve been craving all summer.
He couldnât even concentrate on his case files, he could only think about what you were doing. He hasnât heard the front door or the sound of your heels clacking on the stairs. You must be in your bedroom trying one one of those tiny little dresses you like to wear.
How was he to know what you were currently doing? Was it through the text he just received with your name displayed. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and clicked on your message. It was a photo.
âFucking hell,â he groaned, hand running over his face and into his hair as he looked at it. Thereâs no mistaking what heâs looking at.
You were sitting on his bed wearing the skimpiest slip of black lingerie heâs ever seen. It was a dress, but it wasnât even enough to cover the black lace panty you wore. His eyes followed the length of your legs, pressed together so elegantly as you posed in front of his large mirror, perched on the edge of his bed. One of your hands was on your lap, keeping the short dress from showing any sliver of underwear. It was your form of teasing, acting like it was innocent and playing it so poorly, but thatâs what you were playing at. You knew what you were doing.
Jungkook knew you were bad news the second he saw you in the pool with his daughter. Even before he saw your body, your eyes were seductive. Your tone was always flirty, and he responded to it. God, since the beginning he would react, always giving a little answer to your flirting, always looking when you wanted him to. Even now, his fingers hovered over the keyboard finding it hard to just tell you to stop. He read over the text attached to the photo.
you: should I wear this out tn?
His breath hitched roughly, tension running through his muscles processing your text. You were apparently showing him something you planned on wearing tonight? Asking for his opinion? Sitting on his bed? Thereâs no way, absolutely no way youâre doing this to him right now. He dropped his phone on the desk and leaned back against his spinning chair. His hands covered his face, easing some tension away in thought. Youâre driving him absolutely crazy. How does he even respond to that? He doesnât.
You might have really done it this time, youâre not even sure what transpired you to act out this way aside from a selfish need to get what you want. This had started as just a way to not get bored during your summer stay and that was all it was supposed to be. Itâs not your fault that Jieunâs dad is the most attractive man youâve ever laid eyes on. And if things went the way you wanted them too, he would be in the same room as you very soon.
If they didnât, then it was safe to say you would never show your face around here ever again.
There was a bigger sense of confidence that came with preparing this whole ordeal, but the wait itself broke it down. You were so close to getting up and running out the door when it opened. In walked Jungkook, looking as disheveled as possible but he tried to hold himself together. You looked up at him from your seated position as he took in the sight of you.
âY/n,â his eyes trailed upwards from your exposed legs to your pretty face. A small choked out groan escaped his lips as he shifted his gaze to the ceiling, âWhat are you doing?â
âGetting ready?â You asked standing up to look at yourself in the mirror, âHow do I look?â
âY/n,â his voice was stern, turning to face you, âDonât play with me.â You didnât bother taking your eyes off your own reflection, capturing his glare through the mirror. âIâm not, Jungkook, Iâm just asking a question.â
âJungkook?â He asked as you finally turned to him, taking a small step closer. Heâs so used to hearing you refer to him as Mr. Jeon teasingly that he forgets what itâs like for you to actually say his name. You nodded, standing in front of him, âOr Mr. Jeon?â
He looked down at you now that you were mere inches away from him and he could see the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. You donât care who he is, you donât care if heâs older either. He wanted to tell you this was inappropriate and to leave but he would never kick you out. He wouldnât tell you he didnât like it either, âAre you wearing this for a boy?â
A boy. Someone younger than him, probably one of those heâs heard you like and itâs not him. Heâs a man, he can really show you what itâs like to feel pleasure. You looked down at your slip dress that had him looking down at your exposed cleavage. Without thinking you pressed a finger into his abdomen lightly, âIâd prefer it if it were for a man.â
Jungkookâs gaze didnât falter away from yours, the sexual tension at a high as he leaned into the touch of your hand as it lowered. You were so close to him, chest nearly against chest and you were wearing so little. He licked at his dry lips, âWhyâs that?â
âGuys my age donât know how to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.â
In an instance, any thought of putting a stop to this vanished. Every reminder that you werenât just an attractive younger woman expressing interest in him, vanished. All it took was the soft whisper of your response into his ear for his body to turn to mush. Jungkook barely shifted his head to the side when your lips met his, hungry and fast. His hand pressed into the back of your head, tangling in your hair, to keep you from moving back but you wouldnât dare. The only moment your lips separated was during the first press of your tongues, meeting in the middle with the slide of spit.
Jungkook couldnât get enough, the last time he had even kissed a woman, touched one in this manner, it had been a while. A long while that created such intense build-up when you came along making him break. The hand that hadnât been laced in your hair was touching your waist gently but firm. It was soft but you could tell you wouldnât be moving away anytime soon. It didnât stop your fingers from trailing even lower than his abdomen, to the belt on his jeans. With one hand you began to tug on the belt loop, turning your neck as he began to leave wet, needy kisses down your jaw, your back arching from the way he had to bend over you to kiss your neck.
He released a low, breathless grunt at the rough pull of his zipper, hips moving with the force. The arm he had on your waist pressed you to his side when your hand dipped into the waistband of his briefs. His other hand left the back of your head, sliding down toward your neck, releasing a short moan, âY/n.â
It has been too long. Too damn long since the last time a woman touched him. No, itâs been long since he let a woman touch him. Jungkook always had many opportunities to see someone but he never did it. He never seeked anyone out for sex, he just let himself take care of his own needs and feel unsatisfied. Now heâs letting someone young enough to be his daughter put their hand on his dick.
And it felt so fucking good. Jungkook stopped his attack on your neck to take a proper inhale, trying to keep himself under control as you palmed his naked member. Your fingers wrapped around his thick length giving him a soft stroke. You kissed down the expanse of his neck feeling the vibrations of his low groan. Your palm hugged the head of his cock, twisting your wrist and smearing it in his own precum. Your fingers brushed along the underside of his tip and he couldnât wait. He wanted more.
With the hand that he had on your neck, he held you away from him. Your eyes met, both looking blown out and yet you still managed to look so seductive. His eyes shifted back down to your parted lips releasing small pants of breath. He licked his dry lips and with a raspy voice, he said, âGet on the bed.â
You looked down at his cock that still felt heavy in your grip. With your eyes locked with his, you moved to the bed sitting on the back of your legs, arms on your lap looking oh-so-obedient. His breath hitched at the sight and he was quickly undressing himself the rest of the way standing naked before you as you sat looking pretty in your little black dress. He got on his knees letting them sink to the mattress as you got up too.
A shiver ran down your spine at the feel of Jungkookâs rough fingers running across your shoulders to lower the thin straps of the dress. They trailed down your back softly, catching the ribbon that tied it together against your spine, and undid it The thin, silky fabric dropped down on the bed revealing more of yourself to him. Jungkook looked down at your chest, he was used to the size of them. All summer long you were showing off your pretty tits in tight tops and slutty bikinis, and yet the full view was so much more. Your nipples were pointed out, sensitive from being exposed and his rough, large hands cupped them. You released a quiet whine as his fingers pinched your nipples. Jungkookâs jaw was open, speechless at how soft you felt in his hands, âYouâre such a pretty girl.â
You nodded, biting into your lip when he lowered his head to place a kiss on the plumpness of your breast. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders not wanting to stop when his tongue swiped at your nipple, licking it before sucking it into his mouth. Jungkook traveled his hands down to your thong, groping your ass before getting a hold on the material. With little effort on his end, he tore one side at your hips and did the same to the other until it was coming apart from your legs. Your underwear was left ruined as he held you by the waist, guiding you on top of him as he moved to lie back. You didnât say anything, only soft moans leaving your lips at the way he moved your body around to his liking. You were both fully naked now and he guided you to turn away from him, gripping your thighs as he backed you up to his head and you got the hint.
Jungkook was being impatient, he needed to feel everything. He couldnât wait to taste your pussy or to feel the tightness of your throat constrict around his large cock. He wanted to do it all now, not later. Later he can explore slowly, learn every way you want to be touched. Because if you think heâs going to be done with you after one round, youâre wrong. He moved his elbows under your knees making sure your thighs hugged the sides of his head and his body shivered. Just above his face was the prettiest little cunt heâs ever seen. Slick coated the outside and pooled at the center. Your clit was in view and the way you arched your back made your pussy pop out more. He swallowed dryly.
How did he manage to get this sight in front of him? He was a fool to think he could withstand your games, clearly not. But he canât just let you toy with him, heâll show you how to make a woman cum.
As soon as his wet tongue met your oversensitive clit, you had to cling to his thighs, nails digging into the muscle at his boldness. Your mouth parted in silent moans as his hands pinched your hips, pressing you down further against his mouth, getting the first taste of pussy heâs had in yearsâeven before his divorce. You better believe that he was not doing this to his ex wife the months leading up to separating. Even if he was, nothing would have compared to how eager and wet you were.
âDaâJu-Jungkook⌠â You whimpered as you brought his cock toward your mouth, tongue swiping along his side in hopes of bringing pleasure to him fast. Your tongue began from the base of his cock where his neatly trimmed hair ended, licking all the way to his tip. From there you wrapped your lips around his head letting your tongue swipe along the slit that released clear dribbles of precum. As best as you could, you tried to relax your throat, guiding him down as far as you could.
The feeling of a warm and tight mouth around his dick had him moaning. His eyes rolled in pleasure as his thighs tensed, âOh fuck, Y/n,â he groaned against your cunt, your wetness running down his chin. âYour mouth feels so good.â
Lewd sounds came from your mouth with each thrust of his cock down your throat, tongue licking as much of his length as you could. Jungkook was getting messier with the need to bring you to an orgasm with his tongue. Slick sounds formed every time he lapped his tongue between your pussy lips, nipping at your clit with each swipe. His fingers were digging small crescents into the roundness of your ass as he made you ride his face harder.
âOh my god,â you cried out like a whiny brat as your hips twitched in pace with the cool in your lower belly. Jungkook placed a hand behind your head not to apply pleasure but to keep you in place. âOh my god,â you repeated and you were so damn loud, so shameless with your moans and heâs only used his mouth so far. Heâs so thankful you never tried this when Jieun was home. He wouldnât be able to keep you quiet if his dick was in your tight snatch.
Jungkook was relentless, licking at your cunt even as you released your juices all over his tongue. He ate you out through your orgasm, letting it dribble down his chin that he pressed against your clit, shaking. He was close, so fucking close but if he cums itâs going to be in your pussy. He needs it now.
You nearly fell to your side as he moved you off his lap and you collapsed onto the bed, hand feeling around against the comforter to find your little item. He was too busy fixing himself between your legs to notice you touch a small black package. You picked up the condom moving it in front of him and he took it without a word. Jungkook felt like his hands were shaking as he put it on. The anticipation of being inside you was building up and making him jittery. You were going to be so sensitive with the way he ate your pussy and he was so hard it will be very hard to be gentle. His hips dipped down as his hand lined his cock between your folds. Wetness stuck to the condom, and he began a slow grind making sure to touch your clit as he did so. His hands pressed against the bed near your ribs and looked at the sight. You brought a hand down between your legs, spreading your slick around his cock hoping to get him to just fuck you already. You didnât want him to tease you or stretch you or gently talk you through it. You want him to stuff you full of his cock and tell you much of a bad girl you are.
You donât know how to explain but he was such a man. Not a boy, not a college guy or late-twenties coworker. He was a man who worked out every day, trimmed his body hair, cooked meals and did yard work all while looking so unbelievably hot. He would take care of you, he has been taking care of you and you wanted him inside of you now.
With your hand already against his cock you took a hold of him as you lined him up with your entrance hearing a soft grunt leave his lips. Jungkook was going to stop you and do it himself but he found it so much hotter to feel you guide his cock into your pussy. The softest pussy heâs ever felt, hugging his dick with warmth and wetness. Sucking him in as far as you could take him and dragging along his length as he pulled back in a nervous twitch. He wonât last, he wonât last at all
âCome on Mr. Jeon, show me how a real man fuâohh,â he sank back in, the same vacuum sealed feeling hugging his cock and he found it hard to pull back out. Jungkook was quiet, too focused in the need to just fuck that heâs not paying attention. Heâs doing what feels good until you tell him to stop. His hands snuck between the mattress and your ass, finding purchase as he lied down against your body. His knees dug into the bed and the muscles in his thighs flexed with the first real hit of his hips against yours, cock digging in just a little further. Your arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby when his hands held your butt so tightly that your hips lifted off the bed. He fucked you onto his cock, back flexing with each thrust that made his spine protrude in his arched form in an animalistic way.
Jungkook was so turned on, so close to the edge that he wanted to scream. He could hold off so much longer but not right now. Not while your moans tickled his ears and your skin was hot under his mouth with each kiss he placed on your neck. You moaned loudly, âIâm so close, oh⌠daddy, ohh.â
âShh,â Jungkook mumbled against your throat, âJust cum baby, be a good girl and cum for me. I want to feel your slutty pussy cum around my clock.â He was so close, he just needed the final push and he wouldnât be so desperate to get off.
Like before, the only warning you gave to your release was the tremble in your thighs. Jungkook released a low growl that made your throat bob as you practically hugged each other with the way he still held your ass to his cock, both coming undone at once.
Jungkook was heaving for air, legs shaking as he set you back down the inch he lifted you up. Your walls still clenched and unclenched around him and he had to turn you both on your side to be more comfortable as he began to pull out.
He rolled onto his back, hand on chest as he looked up at the sky, âFuck.â
You smiled moving to sit lips placing a kiss to the line between his feelings the way he gasped for air. You wondered if youâd have to wait for a second round another day. âYouâre still hard.â
It was true, despite the puddle of thick semen on his lower stomach, he was still hard, and your hand running up his thighs wasnât helping. Jungkook looked down at you, âCondom?â
âIâm out but Iâm on the pill.â
Jungkook wanted to be more rational but he could. He still needed to feel you on his cock. âCome sit on my dick, pretty baby.â
With a flirty smile you did as told, quickly swinging your legs around his hips as you held his cock up, Jungkook had to bite his lip hard to hold back the moan he was going to let out. This time around, Jungkook didnât hesitate to place his hands on your hips and push you down his length.
âY/n,â he moaned as you began to ride him, grinding against his base every time you sank down on his dick. Youâd raise your hips and drop them back down against his with a smack. âFuck, tightest fucking pussy. Fuck, look at you.â
You were such a sight with your pretty face displaying pleasure, your first bouncing with how hard you rode him, belly button ring glistening every time light reflected off the jewels. Jungkookâs hand ran over it before coming up to your breasts. âAll summer, teasing me with this body, leaving me to jerk off in the shower to the image of it.â
Your pussy twitched at his words, âI touch myself to the thought of you, Mr. Jeon, Iâve been dreaming of this cock in my pussy.â
Your words traveled straight to his dick, pulsing at the idea of you with your fingers in your cunt fucking yourself to him. You were riding him with such eagerness that the bed shook with each bounce of your hips and his hand couldnât help but spank your ass urging you on. Once again he felt himself close and he wanted to warn you. He was waiting to know for sure if he was going to when everything seemed to stop except the bounce of your hips splitting your cunt open with his cock. His eyes shot to the bedside table where your phone sat facing up, Jieunâs picture on screen.
His heart stopped, trying to get you to slow down but it was too late. He was reminded of your age and relationship with his daughter. You reached for it before he could stop you and pressed it against your ear fighting his hand that reached for it, âHello?â
âHey ugly, is my dad home? Heâs not answering his phone.â Jieun asked through the phone. You looked down at Jungkook who shook his head with pleading eyes for you to stay still but not stop. He still needed to cum.
âHe probably left in his room,â you said the last words with a grind of your hips that had him biting into his knuckles to fight back a moan. You sat straighter, enjoying the stretch of his cock, âIs there something you want me to tell him before I leave?â
His eyes shifted to you now. What do you mean leaving? You sent him a smile, shaking your head to assure him you didnât mean it and that you wanted to have fun with him all night. Jieun signed, âJust tell him that I left the keys to Benz on the mantle.â
âMmm, okay,â you said softly as Jungkook began to respond with his hips bucking to meet yours. He couldnât hold on anymore. âIâve gotta go Jieun, Iâm about to leave, Iâll tell him.â
You hung up with that and he took your phone dropping it on the mess of pillows on the floor before sitting up to hug your body fo his, âSuch a dirty fucking girl.â
âShe left the keys to the car on the mantle,â you moaned out as his face dug into your perky breasts, nuzzling into them. He growled in frustration, grinding your hips on his length, âI already know, fuck she interrupted us for that?â
âWhile Iâve got her best friend riding my cock like the little slut she is?â He licked your nipple and his words had you moaning, shaking in his hold. He really didnât seem to care anymore.
He was fucking you from below, sitting you on his lap and making you bounce on his cock, âYou like fucking your friendâs dad? You like older man dick?
âYes, fuck Jungkook, only yours,â You moaned making his chest blossom with pride at your words. With your affirmation, he moved onto his knees, hands under your ass as he fucked you onto his cock.
âGonna cum for me? Is my baby gonna cum on my cock?â He asked with a coo but with a deep tremor in his voice, âYeah baby? Such an eager brat, look at you.â
âMhm,â you nodded and he went faster.
When you came undone, Jungkook took you off his cock. He couldnât be gentle with it as he came all over himself. A hand was on his dick as he eased himself through his second orgasm of the night looking over to you. You were tired after your own third orgasm and toppled onto his bed. Jungkook knew he should feel some form of guilt but he doesnât. Instead, he runs his hand over your back to your ass as you laid on your stomach. Your perky little ass taunting him so much that he leaned down and place a kiss on it, biting lightly into the plump flesh making you shake your hips from sensitivity. He gave it a final smack.
Maybe when the sex-fueled fog leaves his mind heâll realize the damage heâs done.
He fucked a woman much younger than him, fucked you real good.
He had let himself be seduced by a total nymph.
His daughterâs friend.
Yet all he could say as he lied down on his back to catch his own breath before a possible third round wasâŚ
âYouâre such a good girl when youâre taking dick.â
He had about a month before you and Jieun left back to school and he was going to make it worth your while. Youâll never want younger men again. Youâll want his cocking fucking into you every time he visits Jieun. Heâll sneak into your dorm when sheâs at work and fuck you with all the pent up desire heâll have from not having your body in months.
And youâll take every inch he gives you like a good girl.
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L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)
ŕłâ⡠sypnosis; christmas hcâs
ŕłâ⡠warnings; none! pure fluff
ŕłâ⡠authorâs note; ho ho ho merry christmas idc if its nov its christmas time⌠do ppl drink on christmas? we do so idek? icl this is all like stuff i made up bcos i donât celebrate christmas like this but wtv we roll #wesoĹychĹwiÄ
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C. OLIVEIRA
do not let this man near the kitchen. everything that can go wrong goes WRONG
ask him to take something out the oven, he drops it. ask him to stir something in the bowl he stirs too vigorously and it goes flying all over the counters
heâs a pain. heâs distracting. constantly getting infront of you with the mistletoe, thinking heâs slick by trying to sneak in kisses. constantly sneaking bites of food whenever he thinks youâre not looking (you are, and you smack his hands away with a spoon)
one thing heâs actually good at and enjoys is cookie decorating. heâll make little gingerbread men of you two and make them so damn detailed. makes one for jill too, though with less care and her face ends up a bit⌠strange
heâs THAT person which is always ringing everyone, friends and family, wishing them a merry christmas and sends them stupid gifs slavic babcias love so much (if u dont know what i mean thenâšď¸)
LOVES the whole aspect of the christmas tree yet hates putting it together, it pisses him off to no end and half way through ends up calling you over to help him⌠definitely picks you up so that you can put the star on top
if he gets an ugly christmas sweater you best believe heâs wearing it for the full day, no shame
L. KENNEDY
depends which leon weâre talking about
younger leon puts in more effort, older leon genuinely canât be fucked to do much
walks around with a trash bag when everyoneâs opening presents so thereâs no mess on the floor
your guysâ house is literally the christmas function. every year. mostly due to you inviting everyone round and deciding to host it, much to leonâs annoyance but he doesnât mind THAT much since he loves you!!
definitely the best gift giver. for some damn reason he just knows what everyone wants, genuinely no explanation for it. he just does
heâs such a sweetheart, constantly asking you if you need help with anything in the kitchen or whether you need him to pop to the store for anything
he 100% sang carols when he was younger. just imagine 7 year old leon, hair gelled back, button up shirt, stood infront of the tv singing carols (lets pretend he didnât have all that trauma okay)⌠get him to sing again, he might cave once heâs drunk enough with chris
on the topic of chris, something ALWAYS happens when the pair have had a few and arenât sober any longer. something always gets broken for some reason
one year, they randomly got up and started dancing. leon went flying into the christmas tree and took it down with him.
i hc him as having a rather large sweet tooth, so heâs always down for some cookie decorating! itâs rather sloppy and they end up looking questionable most of the time, but he ends up eating half of them before heâs even fully finished decorating so thatâs not much of a problem anyways
C. REDFIELD
santa. need i say more?
nag him constantly to wear a santa outfit or atleast a santa hat. he will cave eventually
DEFINITELY gets a wallet for christmas every damn year without fail, yet doesnât even use the damn wallets
him in the kitchen helping you out is definitely⌠something. he doesnât know how to measure - what the fuck is a cup?
you asked him to help you out and stuff the turkey. he walked out the kitchen.
gets claire shitty gifts on purpose but then gives her her ACTUAL gift. theyâre siblings after all, he canât help it, old habits die hard
hates decorating the outside of the house. itâs his nightmare. all the stupid lights, just no
goes CRAZY on your gift. itâs like a little reward for all the effort you go through every year, and itâs always something you wanted badly and doesnât fail to put a smile on your face
heâs not necessarily a fan of sweet things, but hot chocolate? thatâs a completely different story entirely, you end up having to send him to buy milk since he drank the whole damn carton and thereâs none left by the time you get around to actually preparing for dinner
like leon, sits there with a trash bag. he gives such dad vibes i canât stop imagining it
him and leon ultimate christmas duo after a few drinks. all of a sudden chris is in the biggest christmas spirit ever and canât get last christmas out his head
best thing is? heâs not even too big on christmas. he actually celebrates it just because of you, what a sweetheart
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Two Ephenni sex workers playing a round of Gull in their spare time. The winner is quite evident.
While sex work is a conventional and legal part of the social fabric, being a sex worker is highly stigmatized and considered dirtying and shameful. Workers are deprived of certain legal rights otherwise available to citizens of their respective genders, and barred entrance to most temples. In relation to this status, it is required by law and/or custom for sex workers to visually distinguish themselves throughout most of Imperial Wardin. Women and akoshos wearing their hair unveiled and unbraided in public is fairly ubiquitous, and wearing basic men's robes as seen here is custom in the western provinces. Customs for men usually involve prohibition from wearing the dignified cloak of male citizens (which would typically be worn over robes or a nude upper body). This guy also wears his hair short and is shaving his beard (and possibly his chest), which is not a legal requirement so much as a mode of presentation that makes him palatable to the average male client.
Sex workers often lead very difficult lives, but it's not all endless misery. These two are making a fairly decent living, and are using their free time to gamble some of it away in a game of Gull.
Gull is a popular and accessible game in which the outcome depends entirely on luck. Gull can be played with coins as seen here, though otherwise uses formal gaming 'decks' consisting of small dense tablets (clay, metal, wood) with blank tail sides and decorated head sides (these are used in a variety of games in addition to this one). The deck or coins are shuffled in a small bag or the user's cloak on each turn. Players take turns dropping the all pieces in play from a standing position, and collect each piece that lands face-up on their turn. The face-down pieces are placed back into the bag and reshuffled for the next person's turn. This is repeated until no pieces remain in play. The person who has accumulated the most pieces in the end wins. Versions played with coins are usually for keeps- both players contribute to a pool of money at play and the winner takes all.
The game's common name of 'Gull' refers to one piece in the traditional deck having a gull design on the face. In most variants of the game, the player who wins the gull piece (or a marked coin that functions as one) gets an additional turn that round, and many high quality decks have the gull piece weighted to slightly decrease the chance of landing face-up (thus adding more tension and anticipation in its use). Seagulls are also broadly associated with luckiness, and are an appropriate icon for a game that relies entirely upon chance.
#Not enough drawings on here of like. normal everyday people so here's one#The Gull section is partly copy pasted from the last post that mentioned it but has been revised/expanded a bit#imperial wardin
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