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saintkiri · 11 months ago

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summary: you felt numb after eren walked through your apartment door. you thought you would never find love again..well..eren wasn’t love. it was everything BUT love. he used you and ended up cheating. you have so many questions that you know you’ll never get the answer to. after a night out drinking with friends..you ended up finding love just outside the door where you watched eren leave.

content warnings: cheating, smut (begging, multiple orgasms, spanking, unprotective sex (wrap it before you tap it!), aftercare) toxic!eren, mentions of therapy, praying to God, anxiety, throw up (?). if i miss anything, lmk :)

wc: 5.6k

author note: …so it’s been 2 years since I’ve actually written and posted something. I meant to post this almost 2 years ago & I promised you guys I would post it & I never did. but, life was crazy and I am still adjusting. Anywhos, don’t expect much from me writing. I am glad to be back even tho I’m not 😭

part one (pls read so this can make sense)

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When Eren walked past that door, you felt like you lost a piece of you. The last thing he told you made you feel even more stupider than you have ever felt.

‘The moment I laid my eyes on her, I stopped loving you.’

That sentence kept repeating over and over again.

You closed the door, and fell. Your back sliding against the door until you were sitting on the ground waiting for the tears to come. But, they never did. You were so numb and shocked, that you couldn’t shed a single tear.

Your life and emotions relied on him. He made you feel everything you craved.

It didn’t make sense. He stopped loving you the moment he laid his eyes on someone else.

What made her so perfect?

Eren would always made comments saying that you were the girl of his dreams. How could he say all the right things just to cheat?

You lost track of time, you sat against the door in silence, watching the apartment go from dark to light. You were so numb, you couldn’t sleep. It felt like he drained every emotion out of you with a sentence. All it took was one sentence to change you.

The memories of you and him kept running pass your thoughts. As you watched time go by, it was as if the ghost of you and him were running through the apartment. It hurt. You remembered all the laughs, all the times where he made your heart feel so warm and full.

But now, how can your heart go from that feeling over never ending lust to feeling cold and empty?

It’s been about six months since Eren. It’s been hard to say the least. For the first month, you couldn’t even recognize yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about him all day. It was always either you replaying his last words to you, replaying the argument, or all the times you should have realized he was cheating on you.

Slowly, you grew. It took you a while to get back up on your feet. It took you a while to get used to a life without him. You never really realized how much you relied on him. Your friends helped you move on and get back to your life.

You would gradually throw away Eren’s stuff during the first three months. First, it was the pictures and little momentums. You burned and threw out all the polaroids, all the gum wrapper hearts he would make, all the receipts, and every physical memory. It was weird because when you and Eren broke up, you would randomly find those hearts wherever around the apartment. You would keep them in a jar on your dresser, and slowly throughout the relationship, the jar kept getting filled to the point where you needed a new one. After the breakup, when you would find one, you would throw it out.

Every time you threw one out, a little piece of your heart went with it and you couldn’t explain why.

The day you finally decided to move on hurt you just as bad as the day Eren and you broke up. You were burning away not only the bad memories but the core memories. The polaroid picture from your first kiss, the rose he got you for your first date, the first movie ticket. Every single physical memory was being turned to ash. Jean and Mikasa helped you light the match and watched everything burn with you. You didn’t cry at first, and you didn’t start crying until they both left.

You closed the door, thanking them for being there for you..and for pushing you to move on. Although your heart was breaking, you still managed to smile. As soon as the door closed, you were back at the same position you were six months ago. Your back against the door, still somehow wishing that this was just some sick joke.

Tears were running down your face. You would wipe them just for there to be more. You sobbed in the same position. At this point, it felt like a routine. You would try your hardest to get over Eren, no matter what you would do to get over him, the memories haunt you.

Slowly, you stopped crying. You don’t know how long you sat there, it could have been minutes or hours. You eventually stood up, then you walked to your kitchen as if nothing happened. The first thing you grabbed was to go to your cabinet to get a glass when suddenly you heard someone talking on the phone outside of your apartment. The voice sounded familiar, it was deep yet somehow smooth.

You put down the glass and walked back to the door. You then looked out of the peephole to see Jean sitting on the ground across from your apartment. Your eyes widened slightly, wondering why he was there. You opened the door, seeing Jean’s facial expressions. He looked tired, concerned, mad, everything you were feeling right now.

“Jean?” You say softly, while you were watching Jean slowly get up. He walked towards your door not saying much. But yet, the silence says it all. “H-How long were you sitting there for?” You opened the door some more to let him in. “Just long enough so I know you stopped crying because of him.” Your heart dropped.

How long has he been doing this? That was the first question that came to mind. You were having mixed emotions right now. How were you supposed to feel? Although your heart felt somewhat warm, you were also feeling untrustworthy.

Jean walked to your dining table and leaned against it. He then crossed his arms. You walked to your kitchen, "Do you want something to drink?" It was the least you offer, especially since he was sitting outside for who knows how long. "Do you have any alcohol?" He joked, and a small chuckle left your mouth. You grabbed another glass, then walked over to your counter to grab some alcohol.

You opened the bottle, then poured some for you and Jean. You handed Jean his glass, "Why do you wait?" You asked while taking a small sip. Jean stayed quiet, most likely trying to think of an answer. There was this moment of awkward silence.

Before you and Eren started dating, you and Jean were best friends. You and him have been friends for years, but when Eren came along, your friendship changed. Eren became possessive and toxic. He didn't like how close you were with Jean. So eventually, you stopped talking to Jean.

But, when you and Eren broke up, Jean came running to be right by your side. Although you and Jean stopped talking, Jean never stopped wanting to protect you, he never stopped watching over you, and never stopped loving you even after seeing you with another man.

Jean has had feelings for you since he met you. There's always been this little spark between the both of you. Eventually, that spark grew to be something more. He always tried to protect you. He would try to tell you what Eren was doing behind your back but you wouldn't listen to him in fear of Eren seeing you two together.

"I wait because I'm worried, y/n."

"Why are you worried, Jean?"

Jean took another sip of his liquid courage and walked towards you. You walked backward until you reached the counter. "Because you were crying over a man who didn't deserve you." Jean softly confessed. Your heart skipped a beat. Slowly, your eyes locked with Jean's hazel eyes. His expression was gentle with a mix of protectiveness..and a mix of love. "Then who deserves me?" You responded, feeling a rush of emotions come over you.

Your heart started racing as Jean leaned in closer to you. Was it the alcohol? Was it the fact that Jean is right about you getting over Eren?

Jean's hands were placed on top of the counter, cornering you. His right hand found its way to your hip. His lips inched towards yours, “You deserve someone who takes your breath away every time you look at him. Someone who makes you laugh, smile, feel every emotion that Eren didn’t.” Your eyes lock with his, feeling his breath against your lips. “I-I’t’s you..” You whisperingly confessed. Suddenly, he kissed you with passion, feeling sparks fly. Your noses bumped into each other as little giggles left your mouths. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. His lips tasting like the alcohol you were just drinking a moment ago. Your lips move with his, for the first time in what felt like months, this was the kiss you've been dreaming of. The kiss that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, the kiss that makes time go by slowly, the kiss that makes all the others seem non-existent.

You felt Jean's hands pick you up and place you on the counter, "Are you drunk?" You asked as his lips found their way to your neck, gently kissing and leaving hickeys. Jean stopped his movement, as a small smile spread on his face. The smile you missed, the smile you practically dreamt of, the smile that never failed to make you smile. "No." He answered, as he slowly dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, "Are you?" He asked in return, you nodded, not knowing how to respond.

Jean's free hand moved towards your buttoned pants, "No answer?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face. Your mind went blank. His fingers played with the button as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to ask one last time, y/n. Are you drunk?" You coughed out a response, "N-No. No, I'm not, Jean." A laugh left his mouth.

"Good, because I don’t want our first time to be while you're drunk." He whispered again. Just like that, his lips were on yours. This time, that once soft kiss was now a kiss full of meaning. You don't know what came over yourself...and right now you weren't thinking about that. You were thinking about how soft his lips were, how his lips were on yours, and how you felt at that moment.

Jean picked you off the counter, and for a moment, all emotions that you had left for Eren had left your mind and all you can think about was Jean.

That kiss made you realize one thing.

It's always been...him.

It's always been Jean since the first day you laid your eyes on him. You were blinded by Eren. You were blinded by the fact that a very popular guy finally chose you. You were wrong..and now you want to spend the rest of your life making it up to Jean.

As he walked into your bedroom, your legs were wrapped around Jean's waist. He gently placed you on the bed, his lips finally leaving yours for a split second, "Finally, you're mine." You could cry with pure happiness. It was the happiness you never felt with Eren..but only with him.

You gave him a small and gentle peck, whispering softly, "Finally." You both smiled as you went back to kissing. His lips never left yours. If they did leave yours, they would end up moving and peppering kisses on your neck, as he slowly ripped away each item of clothing off of your body.

The tip of his index finger teased the top of your panties. You roll your hips, "J-Jean.." You moaned out softly, hoping he would get the hint. A sly smile grew on his face, chuckling slightly at how much you were begging for him. "God, y/n." He whispers in your ear as his lips move at a slow rate.

His fingers inch more and more towards where you wanted him to touch you most. You were getting impatient, all you wanted was to feel him. You moved your hands when suddenly Jean pinned them above your head.

The sexual tension was so thick. As much as he wants to fuck you, he wants to take his time.

Your eyes meet, "Please touch me, Jean." You begged. His eyes read yours, and that's when he lost all control. Fuck taking his time, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. He moved his hand from pinning yours to taking off your panties.

It all happened so fast. One moment Jean was taking his time, devouring you inch by inch, finally getting what he's been dreaming of since he realized he had a crush on you.

Jean moved to the edge of the bed, and in one sudden motion, your thighs were wrapped around his neck. His lips peppered kisses on your inner thighs, moving closer to your aching clit.

He flatted his tongue and in one lick, he had you melting and moaning his name. That one moan sent him over, he wanted to hear you say it over and over again. This moment will be embedded in his brain for who knows how long.

Your fingers brush through his brunette locks, highly tugging at the roots, "Fuck, Jean." You moaned out as Jean's tongue circled your clit, making your mind and body melt. You felt his fingers add into the mix, moving slowly, pressing against the spot that makes you lose control.

He was in between your legs, lewd noises were the sound that was echoing in the room, pleads, begs, screams and moans.

His long, slim fingers thrust into you, making you moan louder and louder. Jean was loving the way your moans sounded. It was like music to his ears.

Over and over again, you were chanting Jean's name. It was every time he hit that spot, you would scream his name in pleasure.

Jean replaced his tongue with thumb and admired the view ahead of him, "God, you're so fucking hot, y/n." He said as your eyes met with his. A sly smile spread on his face while watching your reaction to his compliment. Your lip slid between your teeth, trying your hardest to hold back your moans.

He replaced his thumb back with tongue, and your head fell back onto the bed, feeling his tongue explore your cunt again. Your hands then roamed your body, finding their place over your mouth. You then began to slightly ride his mouth.

A familiar feeling began to stir in your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your toes curled, feeling his finger movements begin to speed up.

You were speechless, you couldn't spit out a word, it felt that good. Finally, you spit out the words, "W-Wanna cum, so-so bad." Jean sped up his movements, moving his mouth off of your core, then crawling in between your legs, moving up until you were face to face.

His fingers didn't stop moving as he kissed you. Your moans were muffled by the kiss. "Cum on my fingers, y/n." He didn’t have to tell you twice. You came on his fingers, and instantly, your legs started shaking.

Jean got off the bed, and you held yourself up with your elbows, watching him pull down his boxers, and your jaw instantly dropped. His dick was big, probably the biggest one you've seen. He was mesmerized by your reaction to his size.

Your eyes locked with his as you sat up. You grabbed his arm and immediately pulled him into a kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling Jean slowly spreading your legs.

His lips left yours for a split second, "Are you on the pill?" You nodded, "Are you clean?" You asked as his hand inching towards your aching cunt. He nodded, kissing you back in response.

"Good, now I want you to beg for it, y/n." You smiled slightly because thought he was joking. You wanted him obviously, your body was practically begging for him. The tip of his dick teased your sensitive clit, and a quiet moan left your lips.

You lifted your hips, trying to get more out of him. Your smile disappeared when you realized he wasn't kidding, he was dead serious. You looked into his eyes, and his sparkle was gone.

"P-Please." you said desperately. Jean raised his eyebrow, "That's all you got? C'mon, y/n. Your body is practically begging for me..." His lips inched towards yours, "But, I want to hear you beg for my cock." His words hit straight to your core. "Please, Jean. Please fuck me. I-I want you so-so much."

Jean chuckled as he moved the tip of his dick in between your folds, “Where do you want it, princess?” He said as he kept teasing your aching cunt. You buck your hips against the tip of his cock, begging for some sort of friction. You look up and all you see is his desperate eyes on yours. “I want you to fuck me with your cock.” He chuckles, “Good girl.” he praised, and in one swift motion, he finally slid into your cunt. You both moaned. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the bottom of your lip slid in between your teeth.

He bottomed out, hitting the spot that made you scream his name. With each thrust, came a moan. "F-Fuck, Jean!" You said as he pounded his cock into you.

You dug your fingers into his back, slowly moving them up, making sure to leave a mark. Jean inhaled sharply, "So fucking t-tight, y/n." Jean said as he kept bottoming out into you, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

Jean's lips found their way to yours, the kiss was deep. It was almost like he was trying to devour you as if you were his last meal. Although the kiss was deep, it had a meaning. You were his, you belonged to him. And, you were okay with that. Jean moved his lips from your throat and then moved to his next position. He grabbed your ankles and placed them on his shoulder, hitting your g-spot at a different angle.

He kissed your ankle as he kept pounding into you. The view in front of you looked so hot. He was hitting all the places that made your mind go blank. “Fuck.” Jean moaned. His moans made you want to exploded right then and there. He moved your legs and by habit you wrap them around this waist.

“This pussy was made for me, y/n.” Jean expressed in the nook of your neck, peppering kisses, sucking softly. Your fingers raked through his locks, lightly tugging. “J-Jean..harder.” You begged. You wanted him to fuck you like no other could. You wanted him to make you forget about Eren.

His thrusts slow down making you whimper. Jean flips you on your stomach, “Grab onto the headboard.” He demanded. You wrap your fingers around the cold metal bars, “Please.” You begged. Jean chuckled as you felt his dick slam into you again. You practically scream, feeling the bed shift slightly. Jean’s hands find their place in your hair. His finger wraps around your hair, making a make-shift ponytail, tugging at your roots. You moan feeling his dick hit a new spot from the new position he has you in.

You suddenly felt a harsh slap on your ass, you wince from he pain..but, you wanted more of it. Sounds of slapping skin fill the room, “Keep milking my cock, y/n.” You clench around his cock with every thrust.

You could feel your orgasm building up, feeling Jean’s hand leave your hair, then snaking to your clit. “You gonna’ cum, princess?” You nod, not being able to find the words. You felt another harsh slap on your ass, “Words.” He warned. Jean’s movements on your clit made your toes curl, making you moan loudly.

“Yes, I-I need to cum..so so bad.” You felt his thrust fasten, knowing he was close too. He instantly flips you over again, feeling his lips on yours. You wrap yours around his neck, “Cum for me, princess.” That’s all it took. Your legs started trembling as your orgasm unraveled. Jean emptied his load into you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

His lips found yours again as he pulled out. This kiss was different. This kiss felt like you were home..with him.

Jean’s lips left yours as he got up and walked to your bathroom, leaving you absolutely speechless. You couldn’t believe that just happened..but yet, you were so glad it did. You turn your head to see Jean in the bathroom, running a washcloth under some water.

Eren never did aftercare. He would just fuck you, and leave you hanging. Most of the time, you didn’t even finish..it was always about him finishing, his pleasure before yours, and that’s when your handy vibrator came into your life. Looks like you wouldn’t be needing that anymore with the way Jean just fucked you.

You thought sex like this belonged in porn.

Jean walked out of the bathroom smiling, “What are you smiling about?” You questioned him as he bends your still trembling legs. He kisses the top of your knees as he cleans your most sensitive area, you wince feeling the washcloth on your clit.

“You.” It was a simple one word..but, it made your heart melt leaving your very dirty thoughts behind. His fingers find your clit again, as that smile turned into a sly smirk. You moan, “Jean.” You warned softly, as he rubs it slowly. His fingers slip into your hole, “Just cleaning you out.” He says, as his fingers hit your g-spot. Your hand wraps around his wrist, “Do you want me to stop?” You shaking your head, never wanting him to stop.

He continues his movements, your legs squeezing together as his long, slim fingers continue to pump into you. You could feel your orgasm bubbling up. “Let go for me, princess.” And that’s all it took for your third orgasm to unravel, leaving you in a moaning mess.

His fingers left your cunt as his eyes locks with yours. He licks his fingers cleaning, “Now, I’m actually going to clean you up.” A giggle leaves your mouth as you feel the washcloth sliding over your skin again. You could get used to this.

You started thinking about life with Jean. “So, now what happens?” You ask out of curiosity. You were absolutely terrified of losing him. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were you guys going to pretend this didn’t happen? Were you guys going to start a life together? Were you guys going to stay as friends? You had so many questions that were fueling your anxiety.

He stops his movements, looking at you, “I said that I was never going to let you go, y/n. You’re mine.” Tears start to form in your eyes, “Losing you to Eren was my biggest mistake, I should have never let you go..I felt like I hurt you. If I would have kept pushing you, and telling you everything he was doing behind your back, I thought I would have lost you permanently.” He stands up and walks across the room, throwing the used washcloth into the hamper. Then walking towards the bed, laying next to you. He places his hand on your cheek, “I will never ever let you go..And I mean it. I will spend all this lifetime and the next proving it to you.”

As a tear escapes your eye, Jean’s thumb catches it, “Why are you crying?” And suddenly, there were more tears..too many tears for his thumb to catch. You roll over, placing your head on his chest. “I’m sorry.” You say in the midst of a broken sob, Jean doesn’t say anything, he just caresses your head and lets you cry.

You wrap your arm around his chest, hugging him so tight, as if he was going to leave went you woke up. All this time, Jean waited for you. For all the years that you were with Eren, Jean was there waiting to help you when he left.

The day that Eren left the apartment, you called Jean, and he ran to your apartment. You didn’t know who else to call, you wanted the one person who knew how to comfort you, your best friend. Jean helped you through all the stages of your break up. He was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there when you couldn’t find yourself. And now, here he was yet again, being the shoulder you cried on.

“It should have been you, Jean.” You said through the soft sobs, “It shouldn’t have been Eren, I should have never been with him..it was supposed to be you.” Jean kissed the top of your head, comforting you.

Jean kisses the top of your head, as you looked up at him, “Now we can make up for lost time.” His lips inched towards yours, “Starting now.” His lips connected with yours.

This is what loves feels like..and it’s how it should have been from he start.

Jean is your forever.

Jean is the missing piece to your broken puzzle.

Jean is the person you prayed to God for everyday instead of Eren.

Jean is your other half.

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2 YEARS LATER:

“Here’s to your last day being engaged!!” Mikasa exclaimed as she jumps into your arms. You were out for brunch with all your girlfriends, celebrating your last day being an engaged woman. You never thought this day would come.

Jean ended up proposing a year ago..and it was so romantic. You both knew you wanted to get married. Jean wanted it to be a surprise though. He had taken you to a romantic restaurant..which would have been very cliche of him. You and him would always joke about the cliches. He knew you wanted everything but the cliches.

He ended up getting on one knee when you least expected it. He wanted to catch you off guard. You and him were going house hunting when he proposed. You guys were looking at a house and the moment you step foot into it, you saw your life with Jean flash before your eyes. Every corner you turned, you could imagine kids running around. When you went into the kitchen, you saw family dinners..just the thought alone brought tears to your eyes.

It was when you guys walked into the backyard when you looked Jean in the eyes and told him exactly how you felt. That was your forever home, the place where you wanted to grow old and gray with Jean, the place where you wanted to start a family..that was where your future was. You turned around for a split second and when you turn back to face Jean, he proposed.

You didn’t even let him finish talking. You knew you wanted to marry Jean for years. Even before Eren.

Even after a year of him proposing to you, you still think about every single word Jean said. He said the same exact thing you were thinking while walking through the house. His dream was your dream.

The wedding was around the corner and you couldn’t wait. It was going to be a small wedding. You and Jean just wanted something simple. You both agreed that the memories were more important than the big wedding.

As you, Mikasa, and the rest of your friends leave after drinking one too many mimosas, you accidentally bump into someone. You instantly apologize, looking up to see the man who broke you in ways you thought couldn’t be fixed. This was the actual time you bumped into him. “Y/N?” Hearing your name leave his lips sounded like poison. It’s the one voice that still haunts you.

You started to feel sick, feeling bile rising up your throat. His eyes inched towards your taken hand. You couldn’t find words. There were so many things you wanted to say..but, it wasn’t worth your time. Jean helped you move on, he put you back together when you couldn’t find the pieces. Eren took a piece of you that you were still trying to find..even after all these years. You slowly back away, calling out his name once.

You walk past him linking your arm with Mikasa’s, “I’m sorry.” The two words stop your movement, you turn around for a split second, feeling Mikasa giving you and encouraging squeeze. “You’re not sorry, Eren. You never were..you ruined me. Y-You used me, cheated on me, fucking tore my heart into pieces.” You walked closer to him, “You don’t get to apologize, you piece of lowlife scum, I hope you rot.”

Before he could say another word, you turned away linking your arm with Mikasa’s. You feel good. A smile spread on your face, “You feel good, y/n?” You nod, feeling a sense of relief fuel your veins.

You never really got closure and that was something you struggled with for the longest. You still don’t understand why he cheated on you. The countless therapy sessions helped for a short period of time. But, this is your closure. You said what you said, and you feel good. This is what you needed to open the next chapter of your life.

As you walk into your stunning house, you were immediately greet by the newest addition to your family, Remi. She’s a french bulldog you and Jean adopted when you moved into the house. She lights up your world. You and Jean are so grateful for her. After greeting your pup, you were greeted by your fiancee.

You give him a soft kiss, feeling his hands on your waist, instantly feeling like you’re home. “How was brunch?” A smile spread on your face as you take off your coat, “It was a lot of fun! I wish you were there though.” You said as you were taking off your heels.

“Yeah, I wish I went too. Connie is having a late dinner later to have a pre-celebration for tomorrow.” You roll your eyes with a smile, “Make sure you don’t drink too much, Jean.” A chuckle leaves his throat, giving you another kiss on the cheek.

As you both walk towards the kitchen, you were thinking about how to tell Jean about your interaction with Eren.

He opens the cabinet when you broke silence, “I bumped into Eren.”

Jean turns around, placing both of his hands on the counter, “What happened? Did he do anything?” You shake your head, as a small smile spread on your face, “I got closure, Jean. I feel good.” You went onto telling him what you said and you both ended up laughing. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. So, telling him what you said made the both of you laugh.

“I’m proud of you, y/n.” The four words made tears run down your cheek. Yet again, even after all these years, Jean is there to catch every single tear. “I’m glad you finally got the closure you’ve been searching for.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “Me too. I feel like I can let go of that chapter of my life.”

Tomorrow was the start of a new chapter.

Although you know your next chapter won’t be picture perfect, you were okay with that. As long as you had Jean on your side, you knew that it would be your version of picture perfect. And, that’s all you needed.

As you’re walking down the isle, you think about everything you (and Jean) have been through to get to this moment.

In a sense, you were grateful that everything happened, because it led you here, marrying your best friend, and you couldn’t imagine life go any other way. Jean has taught you that love is real, you just have to find the right person. Life has a funny way of showing love, it’s like a road to describe it the least.

Life and love are both bumpy roads, there’s all these bumps, cracks, unexpected turns, things that get in your way. But, once you get past that, the road is smooth and clear.

Today, you’re marrying your soulmate, your other half, your best friend, & you couldn’t wait to finally be Mrs. Kirstein.

Jean didn’t lie when he said you were his. Since that day, he never left your side. He was there for everything. Every doubt, every cry, everywhere you least expected him to be.

The six words you’ve been waiting for years for finally approached, “You may now kiss the bride.” Jean kissed you like your life depended on it..just like the first time he kissed you. The kiss that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, the kiss that makes time go by slowly, the kiss that makes all the others seem non-existent.

“I told you, you were always mine, y/n.” He whispered against your lips. A bright smile spread on your face. It was just you and him. You zoned out the crowd, as if time was going in slow motion. You stare into his eyes and see your future. You place your thumb under his eyes, collecting the tears that he’s always done for you.

Inching your lips towards his, feeling the same emotions as his. You whisper, “Forever and always yours.”

The end.

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Finishing note: thank you so much for all the love in broken promises! It’s been two years since I posted it and it’s still one of my favorites. I am very happy with how it ended. There were some bits and pieces in here that I took from my actual life. Remi is true!! She’s my baby🫶🏻..plus some breakup scenes were from my breakup😭. Anywhos, I hope to be able to get back into writing soon :)

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adachimoe · 5 months ago

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The effort this dumbass put into this

Honestly, yeah. What is the player by this point in time, if not a huge dumbass?

Adachi's letter only continues if you've gotten him to rank 9 by this point. This involves getting him to rank 6 by his hard cut off date and then going to see him alone on December 7th and seeing his arcana transform.

Earlier in his Social Link, Adachi talks about his school life. As he says, you can only get back what you put in - if you put in effort to studying, then you get grades. And in his experience, this is exactly what he did. But as he remarks, this only worked at school and it doesn't translate to the real world.

In the 3rd Persona 4 audio drama cd, which was released before Golden even!, Adachi's dialogue talks about effort. His commentary is, more or less, that things are not worth it unless there's some kind of reward: He mocks the protagonist for running at full speed during the relay that has no reward, but thinks it's okay for Dojima and Nanako to try and win the 3-legged-race because they can win a free night at the Amagi's.

In some ways, I think you can relate this to the Social Link system as a whole: We tell our Social Links things they like to hear during mostly one sided conversations where they talk, we occasionally respond, and we get rank ups for our troubles. But obviously, this only works in the game. (Tbh tho, in real life, you can leave people on read for 5 years before resuming their Social Links.) Things require more effort - caring, giving a shit, more than a one sided conversation.

Adachi's Social Link starts off the same - we invite him over for dinner, we tell him responses he likes to hear, and we get rank ups as our rewards. On rank 7 and 8, there are no points to be earned. We simply assume that, based on Adachi's dialogue, he must give a shit about us, and his Social Link advances on its own.

When his Social Link transforms, he asks us what the hell kind of brain damage we have to assume our bond with him was really that tight. "You get back what you put in" - we put the time to go see him here, against our friends' wishes even, and we don't get a rank up here. But the nature of our relationship changes with him and his arcana changes into Lust or Hunger.

By the end of the game, when Adachi calls us a dumbass, it's cause we honestly are 100% a bunch of dumbasses. In order to get this guy to talk to us in any way whatsoever, we have to go through his stupid Social Link requirements where he has limited availability and it swaps between day / night, where you sometimes don't even know what to do because Atlus was too fucking stupid to program in a tell to go do his hangout during the night (or maybe that was intentional idk), and also do this all by a certain deadline while juggling all of the other bullshit going on in the game and the scheduling. And on top of it all, you are then given the option to go against your friends wishes and continue reaching out to him even after finding out he kicked off all of the events of the game that nearly got Nanako killed and endangered the rest of your party members, plus he tried to bait you into killing Namatame.

It goes without saying that the effort that you have put into this relationship is significantly higher than whatever Adachi has put in. And as he says himself, you get back what you put in. Despite what the player has put in, we've gotten a lot of nothing back. He, uh, came over and bummed free dinners and tried to get Nanako in on his low effort game by telling her to cheat on a book report. That's like, gotta be a negative gain lmao.

To have gone out of your way to try and get this guy's Social Link rank ups and talk to him even after the reveal and after you've already gotten so little out of this... Yeah okay honestly what are we if not a bunch of dumbasses by this point. Like I'm 352 posts into this blog and Adachi isn't even going to throw me into a TV god what's the point even.

But at the same time, Adachi appreciates how big of a dumbass we are when it comes to him. He doesn't call us a dumbass because he hates us, he calls us a dumbass because of how much effort we've put into this relationship. A level of effort that he himself scoffed at, but now causes him to reflect back on the time he spent with us and sees it more fondly. He couldn't see what he had until he didn't have it anymore.

Adachi will send you the letter urging you to reach out the truth and finish the case so long as you're doing the true ending. It's a scene from the PS2 game and it doesn't matter if you've done his Social Link or not. In Persona Club P4, Atlus remarks on how the caution tape in his dungeon hints that deep down inside, he *is* still a detective. Him sending the letter is proof of that - he wants you to solve the mystery. But if you complete his Social Link, the letter continues with this new segment, and I think this changes the nature of his letter: Having put the effort in to him with not much to show for it, we, at long last, get something from him.

And of course, as P4AU implies, he has become something of a "dumbass" himself in regards to expending unnecessary effort on things no one asks you to do.

Btw, the way Madono calls you an idiot in the Japanese audio is pretty great. The way he draws out vowels as Adachi in general I think really helps sell the playfulness.

#persona 4 #tohru adachi #adachi brainrot #persona 4 golden #p4 #p4g #dont see how anyone could dislike the localization putting dumbass because honestly my dumb ass was talking to his npc every day #i am a dumbass #adachi turned me into a dumbass #adachi 12hr long asmr of him whispering baaaaaaaka

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˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 7

⁀➷ part seven : RUN.

notes : so um hi y'all !! ik it's been two weeks but here i am beggin y'all to forgive me just like neteyam in this part LMAAOOO, anygays... here's pt. 7, it's a bit more long than the other parts so enjoy lmao.

word count : 7.5 k ( DAYUM ??)

warnings : so much smut ( mommy kink, begging, edging, p in v, tears, slapping, oral sex f, degradation, humiliation, public sex, two men in the same day LMAOO SORRY Y'ALL I HAD TO. ), beating, blood, slight cheating, and that's it ?

ao’nung didn’t waste a single minute, his fingers grazing your cheeks gracefully, lips attaching in the lightest softest kiss anyone has ever given you. your heart closed, lips parted, he kissed you again. something boiling in his stomach, feeling like heaven.

he has waited so much time, maybe too much for this moment. and he would wait all over again if everytime he kissed you it was going to be like this. he couldn’t even believe it. he was floating, he was still dumbfounded. you were kissing him, and no it wasn’t any fucking kiss.

it was a kiss without any type of lust, just genuine love. well, at least that’s what he thought. he would’ve paid gold to read your mind in that moment, and see what you were thinking or feeling. he has already kissed you a couple of times before, but none of those kisses has ever felt like this. his eyes closed, his hand on your jaw, your hand grabbing the back of his neck. your fingers could feel the goosebumps, making you smile against his lips.

the tip of his tongue separated your lips, almost as if he was asking for your consent. your tongues latched together, your salivas mixing. you tasted like berries, which made him remember all the times you tasted like this but didn’t notice. you loved fruit, he knew that though. his hand grazing up and down your back, feeling like a baby.

is this what it actually feels like to be in love ?

he’s the type of guy to say “you look beautiful tonight.” but you missed screaming, fighting and kissing in the rain.

but did you tho ? all you could feel now was the way he fatherly held you, and how he cared.

he gently moaned in your mouth, which made you smile against his lips once again, making him fluster and get a bit nervous. but he didn’t care, he trusted you. you could feel the sun kissing your skin. you felt all giggly and dreamy, almost like this was your first experience.

it was unexplainable. there were no words, no phrases, no anything to explain how you were feeling right now. this is all you have always wished for.

he slowly parted his lips away from yours, only for him to see your shiny eyes, so soft and delicate, looking at him like you were in middle school and the boy you loved just kissed you. he started trailing kisses from your mouth, to your cheek and to your jaw. he marked and bit everything he could, he could taste every single part of you.

and he just couldn’t get enough. his hands on your back, one on the back of your neck pushing you against him.

oh, fuck. from now on, getting over you is impossible.

you filled his ears with lustful moans, feeling a tear roll down your thighs. you were out in public, so to try and keep the moans for yourself, you bit your lip, and only a few seconds after you could already taste the metal on your tongue. your mind was completely fogged by the pleasure, eyes glossed with tears. oh fuck it.

“ao’nung, stop the teasing.” you whispered in his ear, a moan catching on immediately after. he could feel you nails abuse his shoulder, and oh how he loved it. maybe this would’ve lasted not more than an hour, but those marks ? well, those scars were going to be a part of him forever. he smiled.

“aw, but you like it sweetheart, don’t you ?” he replied back, raspiness veiling over his voice. this man was starved, famished almost. if you were going to dive in this ocean, he’s not going to accept anything that isn’t the bottom of the sea.

you arched your back against his body, trying to get some friction, and relieve some stress. he noticed, smirking against your neck.

“just fucking say it if you want it that bad.” he spat out, not even leaving you a second to formulate a phrase.

“please…” “please… what ?” “please ‘nung. please.”

he sighed. "i'ma need to be more specific. what do you want ?" he said, waiting for an answer.

"i want to cum, want you to make me feel good." you whined in hear, cheeks red from the confession.

he didn’t wait a second, immediately swimming to the beach. he walked, and laid you down on the hard floor, feeling the coldness of it.

someone could walk right there and see him between your legs, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. you couldn’t hold back the moan that had been bubbling in your throat for so long.

he harshly grabbed your thighs, placing them on his shoulders. nose and lips softly grazing the inside of your thigh, electricity flowing through your body, feeling the air hit your sensitive bud.

you could feel your face heating up, tears glossing your eyes.

you tried to squeeze your thighs together, get some friction, anything at this point, but you couldn’t. ao’nung holding your legs wide open, you mumbled out of frustration but he ignored you.

he blew some air on your puffy clit, he could feel your thighs tensing in his hands, but he could also feel your frustration building up and his dick getting more and more hard. he laughed and chuckled at all your reactions, but he loved how sensitive you were.

thinking of all the times he had to get himself off in his pod, when no one was around, because that day you just looked too pretty or you smiled too hard at him. maybe because you bent over, not realising the flesh of your ass was showing the sweet and supple curve of it. you were much more innocent than you’d like to admit.

you got distracted from your thoughts when you felt a slap, ao’nung directly hitting your core, a tear rolling down your cheek, a smirk on his face. your thighs shut, but you could feel ao’nung’s calloused hands running down your thighs, opening them for him.

your slick smearing all of your pussy, this is probably the wettest you’ve ever been. he enjoyed every sight he could get of you, your clit sensitive, your thighs trembling in his hands. he felt like in fucking heaven.

all he could hear was your moans, whimpers, squeals, demands. and he fucking loved it.

“’nung, please.” you cried, sniffing loudly. he looked up at you, face teary and mouth trembling.

if the devil could see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent.

“please… what ?” he asked, making fun of you once again.

you whined, not feeling a thing anymore. the teasing was too much, but to say you hated it was a lie. you just love not getting what you want, do you ?

“please, help me.” you said, not being able to say what you wanted, one time was more than enough. you were too shy, but it was a bit ridiculous, knowing that your legs are spread wide open and his face was between them.

“help you what ? use your words, ( y/n ), don’t act all dumb and embarrassed with me, you know what you want. ” he said, placing another slap on your sensitive aching core. you squealed, swearing you could feel actual pain. he immediately harshly opened your legs again, now getting annoyed, his eyebrows pinched together. “keep your fucking legs open, or else i’ll stop.”

your head tilted up eyes flashing wide, not wanting him to stop. “no, no please ! i’ll be good i promise !” you said, begging and riding your heat to his face, to get any type of contact. you started to squeeze around nothing.

he waited, placing a few kisses on your thighs and a soft kiss on your clit. you placed a hand on your mouth, you were literally sobbing from the pain, and how much you loved it.

“please, i want-” you sniffed, sobbing. “i want to cum.” you said, looking at him. that was it.

“good fucking girl.” he said, getting to work.

he softly wrapped his lips around your clit, his hands tightly wrapped around your ass, your mouth hanging in an ‘o’ shape. your hands wrapped their way on his scalp and braids. you loudly moaned, making him groan against your heat. he inserted a finger, you tugged his braids roughly, he swore he could feel his scalp bleeding. he slowly pumped in and out, eating you out like he was starved.

you pressed his head against your pussy, getting a huff out of him. his pace sped up, feeling your legs tense, knowing your climax was about to be there. he placed another finger in, lowering your stomach against his mouth with his hands.

it made you go crazy. you saw stars, eyes rolling back at his sudden move. he smiled against your core, knowing he hit the right spot. his fingers slowly dragging out of your entrance, he hugged your waist pressing himself over your aching core.

as you felt your climax approach, your moans started to get more and more loud. you were going to get in serious problems, but how could anyone blame you ?

the oloeyk’tan’s son is between your legs, eating you alive. one person, that was it. that’s all it would take for Tonowari to make you pack your bags and send you back to the forest. the thought ruined the moment, so you focused back on ao’nung, well it wasn’t like you couldn’t anyway.

he could feel your climax approaching as he saw you clenching and clenching. he could feel his jaw starting to cramp up, but he couldn’t stop and he couldn’t get enough of you. your scent, your taste, your sounds.

your orgasm hit you like a truck, being absolutely shocked by it. you rode out your high, ao’nung liking your juices off his lips, to then kiss you.

you placed a hand behind his neck, deepening the kiss. you moaned in his mouth, him placing you on his lap. you let out a gasp, feeling his erection about to rip his loincloth. he placed one last kiss on your lips, now the only thing connecting you was a string of saliva.

“did you like it ? was it okay ?” he asked, softly grazing your face. you cuddled in his hand, he could feel your face as hot as ever.

you nodded, feeling your eyes about to withdraw, tired. he placed your chin on his shoulder, your face resting in the crook of his neck. he softly cuddled you into sleep. but suddenly.

you felt something. almost like jake could feel every time lo’ak was doing something dumb.

someone had been watching you the whole time.

you softly opened your eyes, ao’nung’s hands still caressing your back with slow strokes. you felt goosebumps.

you looked around a bit, trying to understand if that was only a feeling or if someone had been watching you the entire time.

your eyes gazed through the pods, your heart stopping as soon as you could feel yourself drowning in his dark, angry eyes. you heart immediately sinked, your boned ignited. you saw his mental bomb ticking in his brain, his fists getting more and more tight, his knuckles as white as they could get. he felt his nails piercing his skin, leaving little moons.

neteyam.

you suddenly stood tall, a questioning expression on ao’nung’s face. he saw what you were looking at, and he had to admit hat he felt his heart skip a beat. neteyam walked furiously towards the two of you.

“neteyam, wait i can explain-” you tried to stop him.

ao’nung immediately stood up, not necessarily caring about neteyam catching him, but caring about how you got scared as soon as you saw him. all you could hear was his fist kissing his face. your hand immediately grasped around your mouth, eyes widened at the sight of the blood in front of you. neteyam on top of him, punch after punch. he was seeing red, and he was not going to stop. not now, not ever. he felt his heart thump loudly against his chest, hands holding ao’nung from doing anything.

he couldn’t hear anything, and you ask yourself what could have happened if no one stopped him. you tried to run and grab neteyam by the arm, only getting a death stare in return. you slowly walked back, not being able to say or do anything. you tried and seek for help. but there was no one near. neteyam was there just because tsireya told him that you and ao’nung went for a swim, and he knew exactly where y’all would’ve went. in the few seconds that ao’nung had, he flipped the situation now beating neteyam.

you swore you heard a bone break. your heart beat fast. you were panicking. breath short. fuck. you screamed. all you could do.

“LO’AK ! DAD !” you screamed and plead, feeling hot tears roll down your cheeks, your heart about to explode, because you knew this was all your fault.

it was getting bad, you could barely recognise neteyam’s face from all the blood. a pit deepening in your stomach.

almost a few seconds later, you saw jake running towards you with tonowari on his side. tonowari harshly grabbed ao’nung off of neteyam, him being held back by his dad.

“you better hide motherfucker ! if i find you i’ll skin you alive and keep you as a swimming suit.” he spat blood on the place, feeling angriness bubble in his stomach as ao’nung smiled. people were coming forward to see what was happening, some gasps leaving their mouths at the scene. you looked at him, his lip split open, his mouth bloody.

“yea, wear it ! ( y/n ) might even want to fuck you, if you’re lucky.” ao’nung spat at him. jake tried to hold him off all he could, as you felt some wandering eyes searching for you. fuck.

you were never ever going to fuck again. anyone. not a soul. you promised. you swore.

★・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・★

neteyam and ao’nung got dragged by both of their dads to the healing pod, where they could get patched up and see if their bones were still intact. you didn’t follow them, you stayed by the sea. looking for an answer, that would’ve maybe gently hugged your feet the same way the water was. you had to deal with it. your actions just got two guys in the healing pod, getting all patched up. before talking with any of the two guys, you had to sort your feelings out. you lacked communication, that’s for sure.

you sighed, the sun setting down slowly, the sky was painted orange and pink.

on one side, there was ao’nung. you two had a little fling, that got out of control. now he’s probably head over heels for you, and you felt so much attraction towards him, but attraction had nothing to do with compatibility. you two were just different, and it would probably end badly, both of you getting hurt. but how could you know if you didn’t try ? he was nice, responsible, attractive… he just ticked all the boxes.

on the other side, there was neteyam. fighting, war, problems, you’ve been through it all, there was nothing left. you missed him always, comparing him to anyone who happened to be in front of you. you lost your virginity to him, just to get treated like a piece of meat. but neteyam wasn’t the only one at fault. were words the same as going ahead and getting eaten out by ao’nung ? did it solve anything ?

maybe he didn’t even mean it, or maybe you were trying to justify him. nonetheless, you had to talk it through. if you two weren’t some horny ass teenagers, y’all would’ve talked everything out that night, but oh well what happened, happened.

you got up, deciding to go see how they were doing since you were the reason they were there. walking through the pods, you noticed tuk and kiri playing in the sea with tsireya. you would’ve liked to go play with them, but you were too embarrassed. just knowing they knew everything made you feel like a slut. an ungrateful slut. ungrateful because even though you treated both of their brothers like shit, they never hesitated to lean over a shoulder to cry on, and a pair of ears to listen. your gaze turned down, deciding to ignore your feelings now, because they were much more important things to do.

you arrived at the pod, slowly opening the flap, to see who was inside. you noticed neteyam on the bed, getting patched up by alyara. you felt your heart throbbing, but you had no right to. that’s the least you should’ve expected.

ao’nung was seated on a chair, another random girl helping him with the medications. you noticed her leaning over to take all her stuff, packing to go away. your gaze met hers, and she lightly smiled at you. your stomach warmed up at her gesture, noticing how kind she was. you smiled back at her, letting her space to get out. Ronal saw you, calling you over to enter.

“oh, ( y/n ), come in !” she said, the tent getting silent, ao’nung looking back at you as you entered, neteyam not having the energy to. he was so tired, he wish he could just lay in your arms and fall asleep. but he unfortunately, couldn’t. he squeezed his eyes shut, not being able to get the image of you and oa’nung out of his mind.

the way you softly melted on him, the way he cared and caressed you. why weren’t you like that with him ?

after kiri got back to her brothers, neteyam asked what happened and why you were upset. kiri was astonished to say the least, almost disgusted, which only made him feel even more dumb. she told him everything, and he swore he felt his heart stopping. with just those words, he ruined everything he worked so hard for. he didn’t see you as a prize, he didn’t see you as an object or anything like that. he saw you as his mate.

his soulmate.

the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. he couldn’t get enough of you, ever.

you’re the only that his dick could get hard for.

and he just wanted to say it to you, cuddled between his arms, only for him to see and feel. that’s why he tried to look for you, after thinking about what he wanted to say. he didn’t see you anywhere, but he knew you had to go to a meeting with his dad. jake was already training with tonowari, so the meeting must’ve already ended. he saw tsireya and kiri playing and swimming with tuk, so he just asked them.

“she went swimming with ao’nung, i saw them earlier.” she said, a careless relaxed look on her face, but kiri already could see and feel neteyam’s organs starting to eat eachother. “oh. thank you…” he replied back, immediately running to your spot. and he arrived there, well…

he squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, a painful grin appearing on his face. he wish ao’nung could’ve punched that memory out of him.

you walked in the pod, careful to not disturb anyone who was working.

“alyara, go take care of you brother, ( y/n ) will deal with neteyam.” ronal said. you flushed, realising she probably still don’t know exactly why ao’nung and neteyam fighted, well you imagine it must be embarrassing for ao’nung to know his mom knows he got into a fight because he was eating out, the breeze slapping your faces.

ao’nung hesitantly wished his mom would tell you to come patch HIM up, but he felt even more jealous that neteyam could get all peppered and taken care of by you. you walked towards neteyam’s seat, he didn’t even dare to look at you in the eyes, he didn’t have the courage. you noticed, but tried to act like you didn’t.

with all the herbs and creams ready, you looked for a chair around the room, but you couldn’t find any. you noticed neteyam started lightly angling his leg towards you, leaving an open spot on his thigh, but still not looking at you. you decided to not even think about, placing yourself on his thigh. you remembered that night you used his thigh for something a bit more different, and just could tell he was thinking about it too.

ao’nung couldn’t stop staring at the two of you. seated on his thigh, taking care of him. his fist tight, not being able to hold off his jealousy.

neteyam noticed you scooting a few times to not fall of his leg. he drove an arm behind your back, a hand on the side of your thigh, helping you not fall. he looked at you, meeting your gaze. you both smiled lightly at eachother, neteyam not being able to hold his smirk for himself.

you put some herbs on his shoulder, getting a hiss out of him.

“ow ! ow !” he complained, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut.

“if you weren’t such a skxwagn we wouldn’t be here.” you said jokingly, expecting a reply back. neteyam just chuckled, a sparkle in his eyes.

you massaged everything in place, noticing a few more cuts on his back, well other than the scars you gave him. you blushed at the sight of them, earning a little smirk from neteyam who noticed what you were looking at. his ears suddenly flattened against his head when he couldn’t feel you on his leg anymore.

you got up, having to apply the medication on his back. “turn around.” you said.

he didn’t hesitate, getting his hair out of the way. your held your breath for a second, getting caught off by his muscles.

everyone knew neteyam was an ass guy, but only he knew you preferred back over anything. seeing it all bloody and scarred flipped something in you, but decided to ignore it for now. you hesitantly palmed his back, stroking it slowly with the medication. he flexed a bit more, knowing this was going to push your buttons. you massaged everything, not being able to ignore the size of it.

his back was majestic. there was no other words to describe it.

neteyam relaxed in your hold, breathing deeply. he slowly closed his eyes, almost feeling like falling asleep. as soon as everything gets handled between you two, he was going to make you massage his back every single night after training.

he let out a soft moan, his eyes immediately flashing open, mouth pressing forming a thin line. you raised an eyebrow, looking for him, while he tried to not look at you. he was blushing so hard. you smirked and smacked his back. “you’re done.” you said.

“oh thank you ( y/n ) ! would you mind patching ao’nung’s hand before going ?” ronal said, flashing a smile at you. poor woman, working too hard, you felt too bad. you headed towards ao’nung, feeling neteyam’s eyes burning on your back. he was much more tense.

you got all you needed and took ao’nung hand in yours. you tried to act as stiff as you could, neteyam didn’t have to be so nervous because you had already made up your mind. you applied some herbs on ao’nung’s hand, getting a hiss out of him, as he squeezed your hand. you just noticed how much bigger it was than yours. you concentrated back on the patching.

you slowly and carefully wrapped his hand in some gauze, so none of his cuts could get infected. he saw your eyebrows pinched, concentrated.

he loved the way you were playing with his hand, but he could recognise that you were being a lot more distant than other times. you finished, smiling at him. “done.” you simply said. he patted your head, catching you off guard. “thank you.” he said.

if he wasn’t all patched up, neteyam would’ve ate up that guy again. the audacity.

“oh thank you ( y/n ) ! such a sweet woman you are.” ronal patted you on the back warmly, making your stomach flip at thought of her knowing what happened earlier.

ronal and ao’nung got all their stuff, reassuring you and neteyam that you could close the pod whenever you wanted to. you blushed and thanked her. neteyam was seated on the medical table. ao’nung couldn’t do anything but go with his mother, feeling jealousy boil in his blood.

the pod got quiet. not a single sound coming out of the two of you, only neteyam getting up to sit on the mattress instead. you slowly walked and sat near him. the tension was too heavy, so you decided to get your panem et circenses out, just like roman impearoars did.

you got a cigarette out of your pack, and lit it up. neteyam smirked at you, actually realising you two hadn’t met at the beach in a long time.

you passed it to him, which made you immediately regret it.

seeing neteyam all bloody, patched and smoking was going to be the death of you. and he knew it.

you passed the cigarette between you two, not a word being spoken. you’d have to cleanse the whole place later since it was important to keep this pod clean, but you didn’t mind as long as you could spend time together. you just enjoyed eachother’s company, not having to worry in trying to engage in small talk, y’all were already beyond that step.

as he took the last breath, he pressed the cigarette against the floor, he spoke.

“would you like to talk a bit ?” he said, a soothing tone and a pair of eyes looking for yours. you lightly smiled and nodded.

“you start.” you said, looking at him. he stayed quiet for a few seconds, almost trying to recollect his thoughts. he though about the whole discourse he had in mind, and was so excited to tell you. so he just let his thought flow out of his mouth, no restrains.

“i’m sorry.”

you raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on your face. you had no idea of what he was asking forgiveness for.

“for beating ao’nung ?” you suggested.

“fuck no.” he quickly said, jokingly pushing you. you laughed.

“i’m sorry for making you feel that way. you know, the whole object situation…” he said awkwardly. your mouth dropped in an ‘o’ shape realising what he was talking about. the pod got quiet for a second, but he continued.

“i just want you to know, that i’ve never saw you, i don’t see you, and will never see you as an object. i’m not joking. you’re special ( y/n ). seriously. i feel disgusting thinking about how i treated you and made you feel.” he slowly grabbed your hand, catching your attention.

you ears slightly moving upwards, cheeks flushing with heat. he moved his thumb in circular motions, caressing you.

“i’ve never seen anyone as much as i see you. do you understand ? i see you, for fuck’s sake.” you gently gasped, eyes slightly lighting up, trying so hard to hide your smirk.

neteyam has never been good with words and admitting things, but just the fact that he said all of this to you means a lot. you wanted to hug him, and tell him that you forgive him, but is that what you really deserve ?

no, you’re gonna make him beg for it.

his hands rapidly circled your waist, raising you up to seat you on his lap. his hand now on your back holding you. you were so proud of yourself right now for not feeling the need to have this man’s tip in the back of your throat, because oh how attractive he was when he was vulnerable.

“please, please, please. forgive me.” he said. eyes lightly squinted, and oh so desperate. you could already feel heat pool in your cunt, your clit throbbing at any word of his.

“i might as well kill myself if i have to live with the thought that i made you feel bad and you never forgave me. we don’t have to get back together, i could never and will never force you, but only if that’s what you want. you have no idea of how much regret i felt after realising the impact that my words had on you.” he pleaded, you could feel his heart thudding rapidly against your chest. he sounded like he meant it.

would it be too bad to give him a chance ?

“oh really ?” “yes.” he said, without any hesitation.

your hand slowly reached his jaw caressing it, noticing a sparkle in neteyam’s eyes. you guided your head towards his neck, making him hold his breath, eyes flashing.

you lightly kissed his jaw, then his cheek, and then his mouth. he didn’t wait and didn’t fight back. you positioned another light kiss on his lips, feeling his arms roaming on your back.

“i forgive you.” you whispered, positioning your lips against his again hungrily . you felt him smile against your mouth, a hand on his neck deepening the kiss. just a few seconds after, a whine left his mouth, leaving you almost surprised. his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. you smiled, a grin plastered on your face as you slowly dived in the crook of his neck, kissing and biting everything you could.

a soft breath left his lips, still slightly parted. you grabbed his chin, leaving you more space to work on. as you left marks and kisses, he could feel a tent forming in his loincloth, and you being directly over it wasn’t helping. he contained himself from grinding against you, to try and get some friction. you harshly grabbed a piece of his hair, tugging on his scalp.

and that, plus the neck kissed couldn’t hold him from moaning. he had no idea how turned on you were right now. your slick started smearing his loincloth, but you weren’t ashamed one bit.

he bit his lip trying to contain all his sounds, but you untucked it.

“there’s no one here, let me hear every single noise you make. that’s how good boys get prizes.” you whispered, nibbling at his earlobe. he could feeling himself twitching at your ‘good boy’. there were a few times where neteyam played the sub role, but never in his life has he enjoyed it this much.

“are you a good boy, nete’ ?” you asked him, expecting an answer.

“fuck.” he whispered, shaking and whimpering. you suddenly stopped, as he gave you a questioning look. you felt his hands gripping your waist, the teasing getting to his head.

“i said…” you started, looking at him.

“are you a good boy nete’ ?” you finished, a tear threatening to leave neteyam’s eye. he nodded multiple times, trying to convince you to get back to what you were doing. “i need words.”

“yes, ( y/n ). please.” he said, almost sounding like a whisper. you could feel his precum staining your panties, your fluids mixing. his nails started to dig deep into your hip’s flesh.

“good boy.” you trailed your hand, carefully tracing all of his abs, getting a few whines out of him. there’s nothing in the world that neteyam loved more than edging.

getting edged, edging someone, he couldn’t give a fuck. the tension, the teasing, the desperation. he loved it all, seeing someone so close yet so far. not getting what he wants was such a turn on for him. feeling your cunt clench around his fingers desperately after stopping, just a second before your orgasm. seeing your juices flow uncontrollably after tracing back from your clit, his face between your thighs, legs shaking, feeling your thighs about to suffocate him, trying everything to get his face a bit more near your heat. your pussy holding his dick thigh when he pulls your hips down on him, him sliding in you, only to then not move and leave you there squelching and crying. oh he loved it.

he felt your fingers work on his loincloth, he reached out to help you. he suddenly got slapped away, his dick twitching and a gasp leaving his mouth. “hands off, if i see you moving again i will shut everything off.” you said, a serious expression on your face. how he wanted you to use him as your little toy. being that his only purpose.

his loincloth got discarded to somewhere in the room, a smirk on your face when his dick sprung up hitting his abdomen. he hissed at the feeling of cold air hitting his tip, a tear rolling down his cheek. he gripped the sheets, containing himself.

he watched you as your top fell off, leaving your plump tits on display for him, your nipples hard from the coldness of the room. his eyes widened, never getting tired of this show. he slowly guided his hand to his dick, stroking slowly and the grip tightening as he got close to his tip. his mind fogged up when you suddenly slapped him.

his face turned to the left, mouth parted. his grip loosened, his hands back on your waist. he got slapped once again, when you said to not move you weren’t kidding. his bottom lip trembled.

you got up, leaving him there, putting your top on. his heart fell, a guilty look on his face.

“since you can already do anything by yourself, i might as well not be here, right ‘teyam ? i thought you were my good boy ?” you said, making him even more guilty, absolutely loving the show he was putting on for you.

“i- ah! i am, i swear, please.” he crawled to you, wrapping himself over your thigh, he looked up at you. “promise ?” you said, teasing him. “yes, i promise, please- fuck, please.” he cried, heat flushing his cheeks from the embarrassment. he’s never been this desperate before for someone.

you placed him back where he was, getting your loincloth off, your juices already smearing your thighs. you sat on his dick, your folds hugging his shaft, getting a loud moan out of him. he squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to move.

“( y/n ), please, i’m begging you. i’ll do anything, but please.” he cried out, his dick painfully throbbing, his tip so sensitive.

“please, what ?” you asked. he bit his lower lip, ashamed to say anything. as i already said, neteyam has never been good with words, but in this game there no place for difficulties.

“please, fuck me.” he said, lowering his gaze, the sheets about to rip in his hand.

“if only everyone else could see how desperate you are. is this the mighty warrior, hm ?” you said, grabbing his braids, tugging at them, raising his head, as he sobbed. your gaze locked with his teary one, a bit of spit drooling. your degradation plus the hair pulling made him whimper like a little bitch, music to your ears.

“what do you want ? do you want me to fuck you while you moan like a dumb whore ?” you said, with the meanest voice possible, knowing all your mean words were running straight to his dick.

“y-yes.” he confirmed, crying in your hand. he felt embarrassed to admit it, but that's the only way he could've gotten what he wanted, or not. you smiled, grabbing his dick, his head immediately raising hitting the wall behind him. you gave it a few strokes, neteyam’s mouth wide open loud moans falling down.

you gently pushed his tip in your entrance, his abdomen contracting. he already felt so good, stretching you out. he widened his eyes, shocked when he felt you falling on his dick with a sharp fall. you were so tight hugging him, you could still feel him twitching inside of you, a few moans leaving your mouth. you just sat there feeling the full stretch enjoying every second. he got impatient needing you to move, or he’ll probably lose his mind.

“please- move.” he said, feeling his patience slowly thinning out more and more. you were playing with him.

“acting like a strong ass motherfucker only for you to stand below me and beg me like the great warrior you are. what would jake think about you ?” you smirked at him, laughing because you loved making fun of him in these situations, seeing him trying to lower his gaze because he can’t handle the shame but he couldn’t because you were still holding his hair. you tugged his hair once again, feeling him painfully twitch inside of you.

“shit- momma…” he said, his eyes panicking when he realised what he had just said, hiding his face in your hand. your eyebrows raised in a shocked expression, but also very satisfied.

“maybe i’m wrong. what would neytiri think of her son calling another woman mommy ? do you enjoy it ?” you said, making fun of him but he didn’t know you enjoy it much more than he did. your mom didn’t use to like you that muhc, what could anyone expect ?

he got tired but also was so so so turned on, you just were a mean slag, weren’t you ?

“yes ! now PLEASE.” he said grinding himself , slowly thrusting in you, your cheeks warming up.

you pressed his abs down, stopping him from doing anything.

“neteyam. if you do anything again, i am not kidding i will leave you here, in heat and in pain.” you threatened, his eyes widened, his heart thudding fast.

“no, no, no, no, no please fuck- okay ! please just do something.” he said, begging you to not leave him. you threatening him tho… that’s something he didn’t know he would like.

you slowly started thrusting, catching him off guard. he felt his orgasm bubble up in his stomach, leaving you to do all the work. you panted as you felt his tip kissing your cervix. you stabilised yourself on his shoulders, fastening your pace. he moaned and moaned, you made him see stars. the best part of the edging in his opinion, was feeling his orgasm hit him like a truck from all the teasing.

all the edging and teasing made him manage to not last a single second, spurting all of his thickness in you, painting your alls white. your thrusting was more than enough, but your degradation was on another level. he’s 100% sure he could come just from your words, that’s also something he would like to try. his heart threatened to jump out of his ribcage when he felt you not stopping, overstimulating him.

“no- ngh, ( y/n ) stop, enough !” he cried and mumbled, not daring to stop you because only Eywa knows what would happen. “you begged for it, now take it.” you said, not being able to hold off a moan.

he rolled his head, hitting the wall once against, his thighs tensing. he could feel his eyes hurting from how much they were rolled back. fuck, this was too much. a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you. you fucked him dumb, like there was no tomorrow. he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

this was it, in this exact moment he decided you were going absolutely nowhere.

his mouth opened as a second orgasm hit him, the same time it hit you. you both moaned, riding out your highs, head in the clouds. he calmed himself down as he looked at you, a smile plastered on his face.

not only you fucked him, while he enjoyed everything but you two also talked, solving everything out. things weren’t going to be the exact same as before, but he wouldn’t mind working for it again for you.

you panted, him sliding out of you, your cunt smeared in juices, his cum falling down your legs. he guided his hand to your pussy, a thumb pushing his cum in you. you laughed at his gesture, as you hovered your hand over him, to help him get up. he grabbed it, and got up. you silently wore back all your loincloths, making sure everything was okay.

“want to go swim a bit and get all cleaned up ?” he said, waiting for your reply.

you smiled, realising how much he actually knew you.

“yea, sure.” he smirked at your try to sound like you didn’t care. he grabbed you, bridal style, you gasped when you couldn’t feel your feet on a surface anymore. your arm slithered around his neck, holding yourself on something. you walked out of the pod, noticing it wasn’t night yet. he walked a bit, trying to look for a good spot for the two of you. you were very picky on where you wanted to swim.

he noticed one, as you felt his walk getting faster, getting that he was not going to stop.

“neteyam ?” you questioned, as he suddenly started running towards the sea, gripping you tightly. your eyes flashed when the realisation hit you. “no, neteyam- stop !” you said, but it was too late as he jumped in the water, feeling it hug both of your bodies. you swam to the surface, breathing loudly. he resurfaced, and whipped his hair from side to side. you both laughed as you swam towards him, your legs hugging his waist, his hands reaching to hold you by your thighs, arching your back.

you heard him call his ilu, as it came towards him. you jumped on it, hugging neteyam’s back to hold yourself. he placed a hand on your thigh as you both swam. you laughed at his gesture. he’s his daddy’s son.

as the ilu swam faster, he could feel your hold getting more and more tight. you placed your cheek on his back, getting him all worked up and flustered. these were the kind of moments he never wanted to forget, if he were to die that day he would’ve died a happy man. with his mate, in the ocean, everything in place.

you felt him suddenly stop, reaching a part of the village that reminded him of the forest, his home. he thought it was the time that the two things that made him the most happy would finally meet. he got off the ilu, holding a hand for you to grab on. you helped yourself with it, smiling at him. an arm snaked your shoulders, him guiding you in the place.

you couldn’t stand the beauty of it. the variety of plants, the animals, the peacefulness. this was the kind of places that you loved, in that moment also thinking kiri would’ve gone crazy over a location like this. she missed the forest like crazy, but also did neteyam, and probably everyone else. you saddened at the thought of neteyam leaving his home and having to adapt t a whole new home and habitat. you held him tighter, making him raise and eyebrow and smile. he positioned his head on yours, as you both walked.

“i’m definitely faster than you know, i’ve been training.” you said catching his attention, teasing him.

“nah, you’re not.” he said non chalantly. “you’re a pussy.” you laughed at him, getting a flick of his finger on your forehead in return. “ow !” you complained, as you both laughed. he suddenly grabbed your hand, making you run with him, feeling exactly like in the forest. all the colours, couldn’t help but bring you nostalgia. the sky as clear as it could ever be. you both ran.

running deeply, running wild.

you laughed and joked as you jumped from a place to another, noticing you still were both good at it, even though you didn’t get the chance to do this often. your abilities weren’t much need in the metkayina clan, even though you two were the best in the omaticaya clan.

neteyam was smiling, until he heard a familiar sound making him immediately stop, his ears sprung up, a serious expression on his face as his smile dropped. you suddenly stopped running, noticing he also stopped. you were confused, when he motioned you to not move, only making you more confused.

“could you do me a favour ?” he said, looking at you, cupping your face in his hands, the most serious expression plastered on his face.

“yea sure, what is it ?” you asked curiously, waiting for his response.

“run.”

final notes : this is it for tonight y'all lmao, i'm going to sleep. bye !

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formulapookie · 8 months ago

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soo i’m writing a marcmarc fanfiction and Im going to make it multi chapter, it’s going to explore a bit Bez’s internalised homophobia and his path towards the light (fucking with Marc)

and i’m going to upload it both here and on Ao3, if you like it i’d love for you to leave kudos, no pressure tho obv <3

I took a bit of inspiration by @anitalianfrie and some ideas from @yeastinfectionvale because the two of you are the most dangerous marcmarc psychosexual supporters I relate with

Below you can find the fic, if u enjoy reading on Tumblr more than on Ao3❤️

2024 pre-season

It was cold, but still, Marco was sitting outside the ranch, it was around 3 in the morning he supposed, thoughts clouded by the joint he was still finishing up.

He was trying to reflect on something that had been seriously affecting his life lately, or rather much someone.

Marc Marquez.

Since he had signed with Gresini the Spaniard just seemed to continuously pop up into his life, whether it was on track or not, like last week for example, he was out with a group of his friends and who did he meet at the club he went to? Marc Marquez, drinking with a guy he thought was a friend of the man, but the more he thought about it, the more he remembered strange details, like a hand lingering a bit too much or a few glances casted in a very lustful way.

He archived the memory as a made up one, a result of the not so little amount of alcohol he consumed that night.

Plus, Marc had a girlfriend, and even if he didn't, everyone on the grid was straight.

All the jokes, flirty ones even, were always platonic and between friends, he did that too with Pecco, and it wasn’t like he was…gay.

He had had a girlfriend until a few weeks prior, when she decided it would’ve been a good idea to cheat on him and dump him via text of all things.

The joint was coming to an end, and with it all his will to stay outside and freeze, looking for a warm blanket and a snack instead.

Memories grew along with his hunger, and the frames of his mind ran back to the night he saw Marquez at the club.

Shirt buttoned just halfway, a silver necklace adorning his neck and bouncing slightly every time he moved.

His smile, a painfully magnetic one, drawing people to him like moths to a flame, like his eyes, profound and deep.

But what Bez remembered the best were his shoulders.

Broad, muscled, tanned and glowing with sweat, moving up and down rhythmically when he laughed.

If he focused enough, he could remember peeking the outline of one of Marc’s scars from the hem of his shirt, and something similar to a hickey on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, sinfully on display.

Fuck, why did he remember those things? He was pretty sure that a blonde flirted with him that night, he was sure she was hot even, but he couldn’t remember a single detail from her, just from that small fucking bastard

As his mind stopped wandering Bez realized he was back into his room, an half finished protein bar in hand and an obviously painful bulge in his pants.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck how did that happen? was it the blonde? it couldn’t have been Marquez, could it?

The answer came when his dick twitched at the mention of Marc’s name.

cazzo

He was conflicted: should he let it go away on its own or act on it? because he knew the moment he would’ve touched himself thinking of his rival it would’ve been over for him.

Seeing him in the paddock, on insta or at one of the clubs would’ve meant remembering this.

No no no he hated Marquez, this was just the smoke speaking for him, he always got a bit horny after smoking, it wasn’t different from other times.

Except it was. It was so much different, this longing he felt for the older guy, the need he had to just lick his lips and bite down on those delicious looking shoulders, grabbing his neck and crushing their lips together.

Bez also remembered the cologne he was wearing; it smelled like woods and fresh, he didn’t know much about perfumes but that was surely a smell he wasn’t going to forget it easily.

“Maybe it’s not that bad. Just once, one time and then I’ll forget about him”

he thought while sliding into bed and slowly slipping his hand into his pants.

It was embarrassing how quickly he became vocal about it, softly of course because he didn’t want the other guys or worst, Vale, to hear him moan out Marc Marquez’s name and finding him like that.

He stroked his cock with growing speed, twisting his wrist when he came close to the tip, gritting his teeth and grabbing the sheets with his free hand.

“Marc-“ a suffocated plea leaving the boy's mouth, but remaining painfully present in his room, floating around as a curse.

The more he thought about the Spaniard the harder he got, he wanted more more more.

He wanted Marc, in all his stupid perfection, he wanted him to choke on his cock, or bouncing on it, he wanted Marc to be as desperate for him as Bez was for the man.

“Si si si” a trail of words left the boy’s mouth to get lost into the silent and cold night in Tavullia, alongside with Marco’s orgasm, which hit him hard and fast, ropes of white liquid staining his abdomen and part of the sheets.

He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and getting cleaned up, being extra careful not to wake anyone up.

He looked at himself in the mirror, cheeks red, puffy lips and glassy eyes, pupils still blown wide from the smoke and the excitement of the recent jerk off session.

He knows he will have to face what he just did, because what if it wasn’t just Marc? What if it was men in general? Could have he been bisexual? To be fair he was a bit scared to know, what if Vale or one of the guys found it disgusting? what if his family did?

Could’ve he kept that secret for long?

He doesn’t think so, honestly he’s scared of loosing both families at once for something like that.

No no, he ultimately decided.

If he understands he likes guys he’s going to keep it for himself.

It’s going to be better for everyone that way

#alice writes #my fic <3 #marcmarc #rosquez #marc marquez #bezz #valentino rossi #motogp rpf #motogp fanfic #motogp #hope u like it

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writingforcuteppl · 2 years ago

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Mine

PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Reader

SUMMARY: Ben was proud. Not only did he manage to be with you, but he also stole you from Marcus and all he wanted to do was to show who you belong to.

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: Cursing, possessiveness, choking, hints of dumbification, dacryphilia, edging, degrading.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k words

“Don’t you fucking dare to stay silent, you hear me, you slut?”. The tip of his cock was brushing your entrance. You loved to see Ben with such a possessive demeanor, but you weren’t going to let him know that. Instead, you looked at him with tired eyes. Ben was mad at you for only speaking to Marcus during dinner, touching him whenever you had the opportunity. And Marcus, of course, took the opportunity to get on Ben’s head. Even if Ben knew damn well, you and Marcus remained friends after dating for a short amount of time. He wasn’t scared tho. He knew you weren’t trying to cheat or something like that. You were testing how long he would take to snap and drag you to his room to fuck you. And it worked.

“But Ben, everyone’s gonna hear, and to be honest, I’m tired of your siblings always making off of me just because you need to show off,” you scoffed. You knew contradicting Ben would only bring you trouble, but it was embarrassing to know all his siblings knew what you were doing every time the two of you were together. Ben looked at you, and you could see a glimpse of anger at your response. He pinched one of your nipples, a jolt of pleasure going all over your body; you were always so obedient. Why now are you giving him this attitude? Well, that was simple. You were tired of his stupid ongoing battle with Marcus.

“What did you just say? I don’t remember asking you for your opinion, princess” You felt Ben thrust in you without any notice, making you whimper. You felt so small, and the fact he was over you didn’t help.

“I said what I said, Ben,” you whispered, and Ben’s hand wrapped around your neck, moving your face so you were looking at him in the eyes. Ben only thrust into your pussy one time. Hard and slow, but that was enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

“And here I thought you were my good girl. I’m disappointed in you, princess. In the end, you are just a brat that would do anything for cock, am I right?” Ben thrust into you more brutally this time, and you shook your head.

“No? So you’re telling me that little stunt you pulled up during dinner wasn’t just an attempt to get my attention and get me all worked up?” Ben smirked at your lack of response. “Knew it. If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked. But you were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished.”

“Ben, I’m sorry, I-” Ben thrust again into you, and you moaned.

“Save it. Don’t wanna hear it” Ben started to move. “Do you think you can be a good girl and don’t hold back?” you nodded, and Ben’s hand squeezed around your neck. Hard enough to make you feel lightheaded. Each one of his thrusts was charged with possessiveness and lust. Cries and moans started coming out of your pretty mouth, making Ben proud. “Look at you. The moment you get cock, you start being obedient. You cockslut. But you need to be louder if you want to make it up.”

“P-please, Ben,” you cried out.

“What is it, baby?”

“Faster.”

“I don’t know, that would basically mean giving you what you want, and you don’t deserve it.” Ben didn’t pick up his pace. He continued to fuck you at a slow and agonizing pace. Watching you squirm under him will always be one of his favorite views. He was also pleased that Marcus never really got you like this, begging to be fucked. He knew you never had sex with his brother, and that’s what made him want you to be loud. Show that brother of his he managed to snatch you and have you in ways he never did. Ben could see some tears starting to fall from your eyes. You didn’t know if they were because Ben wasn’t giving you what you wanted or if they were because you needed more pleasure. Either way, Ben loved the view. Ben started to provide you with small kisses all over your face, small but sweet kisses. He also licked some of the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. Ben gave you a sweet kiss, and you were able to taste something salty on his tongue, what you assumed were your tears. Your pussy clenched around Ben.

“Princess, fuck, even if you cry, you won’t get what you want,” Ben whispered in your ear. You started to move your hand toward your clit, in an attempt to get some kind of relief, but Ben was able to stop you before you could go any lower from your stomach. “N-uh princess, don’t even think about it” Ben started to move down to your breasts. You looked at him in the eyes and saw how he took one of your buds into his mouth. The feeling and the sight of him looking directly at you while sucking one of your nipples was enough for you to moan out loud.

“Please! I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good from now on” Ben smiled and started to suck your other nipple. Ben knew you were only saying that to get what you wanted, but two can play this game.

“You promise?” he questioned, and you looked at him with puppy eyes.

“Yeah yeah, just please, harder” Ben did start to go faster, and you were surprised he gave you what you wanted without asking you to beg more. You couldn’t care less. He was finally giving you what you wanted. Ben started to flick your clit, wanting you to come closer and closer to the edge. He felt your walls clench around his cock, and he knew you were closer.

“Ben, I’m gonna-” Before you could finish the sentence, Ben pulled out of you, and you cried. “Ben! No! Please, let me… I was so close” Ben wasn’t hearing your pleas. He started to jerk off, a few pumps, and he came all over your stomach with a loud groan. Tears were rolling down your face. He was so mean. Denying you to cum was just so unfair. Ben looked at you and saw nothing but a needy and upset girl who didn’t get what she wanted. Good, that’s what you get for trying to get him all bothered.

“Only good girls get to cum, and you aren’t one princess. Stop crying and take your punishment like a big girl.”

n a v i g a t i o n

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves smut #ben hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy smut #tua #the umbrella academy imagines

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whereisten · 2 years ago

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The Marriage Mission

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Secret Agent! Yuta X Secret Agent!Y/N (afab)

Series Summary: You and Yuta are secret agents that are paired up for a big mission, and despite hating each other's guts, you get married..makes sense, right?

Contains: enemies to lovers shenanigans, fluff, comedy?, violence, gun mention, knife mention, cursing, cheating mention, death mention, alcohol use, smut (mask play? g*n play, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, unprotected (be safe tho!), thigh riding, impregnation kink, sir kink, toy usage (it's a lot, i know but are we really surprised?).

Word Count: 11K

A/N: this is a short series but it’s definitely one of my favorites!! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading and supporting us :))) also! Please check out Yuta’s movie High X Low: The Worst X, it was SOOOO GOOOOOD and Yuta is such an amazing actor!! Go support him❤️

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[One Year Later]

You stare at the ring Yuta gave you. You’re about to go on a date with a man you actually like, so why wear it?

“Do you wear it in memory of someone else?” Jungwoo asked you as you had your first outing together at a cafe a few days prior. You looked at the ring with adoration while spinning it around your finger. “Nah..not really.” You said to him while shaking your head.

He laughed. “So take it off then…make space for a new one.” You smirked and looked into his eyes while raising your eyebrows. “Bring the new one first.”

You were only teasing him, but now that you were getting ready to go out again, you decided that you really should move on.

You slide the ring off and place it in your jewelry box on your dresser before leaving your place.

[A Week Later]

Yuta throws his briefcase to the floor and plops down onto his couch. He sighs and lays his head back. He thinks about you and wonders what you’re up to, so as he winds down mentally from work, he decides to open his tracker app and check your movements.

At first everything seems normal, but then he notices that the ring hasn't moved from your apartment for about a week now. He sits up straight as his brows furrow. Did something happen to you? Did you finally take it off? No, you wouldn’t dare do that to him. Were you killed in your apartment? All these thoughts ran through his head, he was imagining the worst scenarios and it made him go crazy in the confinement of his home. He decides to take a short vacation and pay you a visit.

[Two Days Later]

You’re having yet another fantastic date with Jungwoo. He’s charismatic, sweet, and just irresistible. You go out clubbing after dinner and get drunk together. You fall into your apartment while making out, your hands pulling his buttons loose as he grabs your ass through your dress tightly. You're so enraptured with each other, giggling and enjoying the cloud 9 feeling of being drunk and lustful, neither of you notice the man in the corner of the living room.

Yuta flips the light on suddenly, making you both jump and stop kissing.

He crosses his arms and walks closer. “Oh..am I interrupting something?”

Jungwoo is frightened, he immediately starts wiping away your lipstick from his lips and stepping back. “I thought you said you were single?”

You’re frightened too, it’s been so long since you’ve seen Yuta, but he looks exactly the same. Hot and dangerous.

Yuta stands over you, his fiery eyes boring holes into your skull, and you aren’t sure why this feeling of guilt is overwhelming you. “Single?? Oh wow, that’s news to me. Our anniversary was just two weeks ago, wasn’t it, honey?”

You step back and snap out of it. “Yuta! What the hell are you talking about?! You know it was just for the mission!”

“Mission?” Jungwoo asks and your eyes widen, you realize that you almost revealed your true profession to him.

“Wait..that’s not what I-“ you turn to Jungwoo.

“Yeah, honey..the mission of creating a marriage between two high school sweethearts.” Yuta continues to lie while Jungwoo buttons his shirt up. You swallow hard and try desperately not to look as drunk as you feel.

“High-?” Jungwoo asks curiously.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? She’s had my heart since the first day of junior year.”

You turn to Yuta with a look of disbelief. “What the hell?!”

Jungwoo isn’t sure if Yuta is serious or not but he does know that he looks scary and upset as hell, and that he wants nothing to do with him. “I’ll just leave.”

“Yeah..you should go.” Yuta still stares at you.

You turn back to Jungwoo, walking after him as he opens your front door to leave. “W-wait! No it’s not true! I can explain.”

“Why would you lie about your actual wedding ring? Jesus Christ I’ve gotta go, I should’ve known better!” Jungwoo shakes his head.

“Wait!” You try to stop him, but he slams the door shut.

You turn back to Yuta who only smirks. “I’m..gonna kill you!” You launch after him while holding your hand up. You attempt to slap him but miss because of your drunken state. Yuta grabs your wrist and pulls you close to his chest. “I missed you too…sweetheart.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

“I should say the same to you, I only came all the way here because I was worried about you.”

You walk over to the kitchen to get yourself some water. “I knew I should’ve changed the damn locks after you left.” You burp out loudly to annoy him.

“Wait…Worried about me? After all this time?” You say after realizing what he confessed to you.

“Yeah..the ring stopped moving…you..stopped moving.” He attempts to caress your face, but you brush his hand away as a look of realization crosses your face.

You look to where the ring is now in your bedside drawer.

“You—you’re insane..you put a tracker in the RING?”

He chuckles. “You suck as a spy, I suggest you do something else like become my full time maid.” He sits on the couch and puts his feet up on the center table. “Maybe you’re better at cleaning things up.”

You scoff and grab the gun under your counter. You walk over to the couch and point it at him, he doesn’t feel threatened at all tho. All he can think about is how sexy you look in your tight black dress and how much he wants to kill Jungwoo for putting his hands on your gorgeous ass. “How dare you get comfortable on my couch after telling me you’ve violated my privacy for a year now?! I’m gonna kill you! And I’m serious this time!”

He laughs. “Okay, go ahead. But before you do, I think I deserve to see you in the set I bought first.”

You blink rapidly while trying not to get flustered by how good he looks in his black turtleneck with his long black hair tied back. He smiles while you get angry with him.

“You’re unbelievable!” You yell and stomp to your bedroom, closing the sliding doors loudly.

He rushes to the door and talks against it so you can hear him. “Just tell me you missed me and I’ll go away again”

“Why would I do that?!” You say as you change into your nightgown.

“Because it’s the truth.”

“NO Yuta! The truth is that I can’t believe you’ve tracked me this entire time, I can’t believe I ever trusted you and even worked with you. The truth is I was just getting to know a good man, a man I *actually* liked and now..that’s gone, Yuta. The truth is that we never should’ve met.” You say quietly, but Yuta heard you clearly.

He stays silent, hand falling from the door and to his side.

After a few seconds, you only hear him chuckle. “That’s fair, y/n…you have your boundaries and I overstepped. I’ll end this game now.”

You hear the front door lock and you’re saddened to see him go, you’re even saddened that he didn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ just one last time.

——————

[A Few Months Later]

You’re assigned a solo mission where you visit an art gallery assumed to be involved in money laundering. You wear a baseball cap, sunglasses and a T-shirt to look unsuspecting during your visit.

While looking at some of the pieces you notice the owner, Miah, is not too far away and could possibly answer a few questions for you, you’d just have to listen in to every conversation she has on the phone.

“Yes..that date works for me..maybe we could discuss..” her voice gets lower as she whispers. “That..hotel?”

You lean against a wall as you listen closely. She starts to walk towards her office, you need to get closer

As you make your way towards her, a man suddenly appears dressed nicely in a shirt and tie and glasses. He leans into her and kisses her cheek. “So sorry I’m late sweetheart, I picked up your favorite though! Boba Tea with extra sugar!” You recognize his voice.

“No fucking way..” you whisper to yourself.

He smiles widely and turns to the side, confirming your suspicion. It’s Yuta.

He laughs with her and holds her hand as she gazes up at him. It was strange to see him so incredibly sweet for once.

He looks over at you as they walk away and winks.

Your eyes widen. Why is he on the same mission as you? But more importantly, why do you feel jealous?

You roll your eyes and run to the bathroom to check your messages from Haechan. There were no new updates. Could it be possible that Yuta went rogue and decided to do this on his own? Could she really be his girlfriend?

As you leave the restroom you open the door to find Yuta leaned against the wall.

“Jesus! You can't just hang out outside of a women’s restroom like that.”

“Someone’s a little jealous.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes. “Cut the b.s Yuta, I just wanna know why you’re here?”

“I should be asking you that question.”

You show him your phone. “This is MY assignment.”

He shrugs. “That’s not what it looks like to me.”

You scoff. “It’s right there..the messages from..”

You look back at your phone and see you did in fact receive a new message from HQ:

pull back, target under watch of Agent1111

“What? It was just there, I swear.”

“So you can’t do your work well, you can’t even read texts properly and follow orders. Don’t worry though, a position as my..I mean, our maid is open. I’ll talk to my girlfriend about hiring you.” He winks again.

You kick his shin, causing him to bend over and groan.

“I’ll make sure to be the one responsible for your death one day.”

For the remainder of your visit, you stand by and watch Yuta flirt with the lady, you can’t help but feel so jealous. She’s so googly-eyed over him she doesn’t even notice you hovering around a few feet away. They kiss for what seems to be the 30th time within an hour and you decide you’ve seen enough.

You drive home, unable to watch any more.

Later that night, you take a nap, having set an alarm to wake up and do computer work. But as you sleep, Yuta cooks dinner for you.

It’s not until you smell an exciting airman of garlic and onions that you wake up confused and ready to fight.

You fling your sliding door open while holding a gun and pointing it towards your kitchen. “Who-?!”

Your heart becomes warm when you see Yuta.

You sigh and place the gun down on the counter. “Of course.”

“You sleep a lot for someone who doesn’t do anything beneficial to the company.” He stirs the pot.

He wears a white long sleeve shirt and jeans with his hair tied up now. The muscles of his arms and back show through clearly and you become hot at the sight. You take a seat on the stool facing the kitchen and cross your arms. “How’s your girlfriend?” Is the first thing you ask him so it’s clear to see it’s on your mind.

Yuta laughs. “Good…nicer than you.” But she isn’t prettier, not even close is what he thinks to himself.

“She doesn’t suspect you?”

“Nah..she’s too dickmatized to think about anything else.”

You grimace. “Ew, listen to yourself.”

“You just wouldn’t understand.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Why are you so sweet to her?”

“Does it upset you?” He looks over his shoulder and smiles.

You cross your arms and look away. “Not really…as a matter of fact I’m relieved. I’m not the one that has to pretend to be attracted to you.”

Yuta laughs out. “Pretend? Whew..we got an Oscar award-winning actress here then!”

He places the dish featuring sautéed broccoli and chicken in front of you. “Eat up.”

You pick the fork up and start eating. “Just don’t..call her sweetheart.. it’s corny and..dated.”

Yuta chuckles. “Sureee, but you need to stay out of my way. All you’ll do is mess things up.”

Your mouth falls. “That’s not true! And it’s my choice whether or not I want to see this through to the end.”

He leans over the counter. “It’s not your mission, sweetheart. So stay.out.of.my.way.” He rubs his knuckles into your hair.

Before you can say anything else he leaves.

[Three Days Later]

Yuta should’ve known you well enough by now to know that you don’t listen to any man, let alone him. So you follow Miah around anyway.

You decide to sneak into her house to look for any evidence as her front gate is only open when she is home. Despite being involved in money laundering, she lives in a simple, humble house to avoid any attention from the government. You still disengaged her house cameras through an app before entering though. When you sneak in, you hear quiet whimpers and moans. Could it be…?

You make a face of disgust as the sounds you hear confirm your question. She was definitely getting it in with someone, making it the best (and probably worst) time to look for evidence. You ignore her moans and search her home office for clues.

After about 20 minutes, you can’t find anything and the sounds have now stopped. You needed to get out immediately. You tiptoe past her bedroom door, but can’t help but be curious as to whether or not Yuta is the one she’s with. So you peak through the crack and squint.

But you don’t see anything, you can only hear the shower running.

Suddenly, Yuta pops up behind you, grabbing your wrist and shoving you into the wall beside it. He instantly notices you’ve started wearing the ring again.

“I thought I heard something..” he grumbles.

Your eyes grow in shock. “Y-Yuta?”

He is shirtless with just a towel around his waist. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you to stay away!” He whisper-yells with an angry expression. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?”

“I-I’m trying to help.”

“This isn’t your mission, we aren’t working together on this one, why don’t you understand that!” His hold on your wrist tightens.

For once you genuinely feel scared by Yuta’s expression, you really pissed him off this time. To make things worse, his hair is messy and he smells like women’s perfume. Both his abs and lips are stain with lipstick and its too fucking hot to ignore. Despite being the wrong time, you couldn’t help but remember his kiss and touch the last night you worked together.

He is weakened by your beautiful eyes below him, he wants to scream. He’s only tough on you because he knows you could get hurt by getting so close, but he also hates how worried he is. He needed to distance himself now.

“Y/n..I don’t know what you expect from this. For us to get closer or for me to thank you, but it isn’t going to happen. Go back to the office, pick up a case that easy to handle and do your fucking job. Leave this mission and leave me alone. You’re fucking useless.”

Your mouth falls open as he speaks with genuine disdain, and before you can say anything she calls out for him.

“Yuta! Where are you, baby?”

“Coming!” He responds quickly then looks back at you and swallows hard. “Leave now.”

You nod and hurry out of the house without looking back. The last thing you’d want is for him to see your eyes filling to the brim with tears.

———

[A Few Weeks Later]

You decided to start a new case, but keep your eye on the art gallery one regardless. Was it for the case or for Yuta? You aren’t sure.

The art gallery has a major event in which a new exhibition is revealed, so you get dressed up and join as a spectator.

You wear something calm to blend in with the crowd, a simple black satin dress that falls to your ankles.

The place is bustling with hundreds of visitors, amongst them are government officials, as well as the Miah and Yuta.

But even in a thick crowd, Yuta sees you. You make eye contact for a split second, but you ignore him and continue to walk around and look at the art.

You hoped he’d finish the assignment up quickly so he could go back to Tokyo and stop haunting you. You just couldn’t get over him with him being so close to you.

While staring at a piece, a man walks up beside you. “This piece was inspired by the artist's own psychedelic trips.”

“Oh..wow! That’s interesting.” You look up at him and realize he is quite handsome.

The man looks down at you and gives you a dazzling smile. “I may or may not know him myself.”

You chuckle and the two of you start to talk. He was a sweet guy, deep down you hoped he could eventually give you some intel once you learned more about his connection to the gallery. If he didn’t, however, he was still nice to talk to.

“I can show you some of my personal faves…” the man takes your hand and leads you to another part of the gallery.

Yuta watches from far away, feeling himself grow jealous when you smile and laugh with another man. He looks away and tries to focus on Miah and her conversations with the officials.

A few minutes later however, Yuta can’t seem to find you anywhere. Last time he saw you, you were walking to a more quiet area with the man. He didn’t see where the man placed a cloth over your mouth and snuck you out through the back.

You were tied up and passed out in the back of the “nice” man’s car. He completely caught you off guard as he didn’t seem like the type to truly be involved in all this.

“Yeah..I’ve got her.” The man says over the phone as he drives fast. It’s the last thing you hear before passing out completely.

Nearly an hour later, you’re woken up by the feeling of cold water crashing over your entire body. You scream and jump up, but realize you’re tied to a chair.

“Fuck…” you tremble as you open your eyes.

“Who are you? What agency do you work for and what are you guys planning?” An older man asks you.

You refuse to answer, staying silent as another younger man throws his fist into your stomach.

They ask you the same questions over and over, failing to get you to break the oath you swore to your agency. You put your life on the line to protect everything, it’s what you signed up for. Regardless, you get beat up badly in the process and all you can think is that these are the last moments of your life.

Meanwhile, Yuta starts to worry and struggles to cover it up. He is absent from group conversations and looks around anxiously.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Miah tugs his shirt and asks him.

He quickly looks back at her and gives a small smile. “Oh nothing, I’ll be right back, there’s something I forgot to submit for work. And my buddy just texted me about it. I’m sorry, babe.”

“Oh it’s okay! Go ahead, I’ll see you later.” She waves him off.

Yuta carefully walks back to his car, looking around for anyone watching him. Once he gets in, he opens his tracker app in hopes that you’re still wearing the ring. He is relieved when he sees you are. He heads towards your location, hoping that you are okay.

By the time he gets there, the isolated building is in flames and the men are gone, having left your broken and bruised body to burn to death.

“Y/n!” He runs around looking for any opening he can get through and finally finds one. Glass and wood falls everywhere, but he isn’t new to this. He dodges the debris with ease, ducking and jumping over anything in his way to get to you.

After a few seconds, he finally finds you passed out and tied to the chair. “Y/n!” He shakes your body, but you don’t wake up. You’ve inhaled so much carbon dioxide, you’re unresponsive.

He quickly unties you from the chair and holds you in his arms as he runs outside.

When he gets out, the building explodes, catapulting debris everywhere. He isn’t far enough and a piece of wood pierces your abdomen area as tiny pieces of glass cut his face up. He curses then hurriedly gets you into the back of the car. Your eyes are bruised and your breathing is weak. He notices that a few of your fingers are disfigured and broken, those fuckers really went in on you to get information.

To make matters worse a piece of wood now sticks out causing you to cough up blood. He starts to tear up at the sight. “Hang on tight, baby, I’m gonna get you help, okay?”

You hear Yuta’s voice but it fades away.

“Just stay with me..because if you die I’m gonna kill you.”

Yuta gets you to the underground hospital specifically created for undercover agents.

“Help! We need help right away!” Yuta yells while holding you in his arms as nurses rush towards him with a gurney.

[Two Weeks Later]

You’re still in a coma after being taken care of at the hospital.

Yuta visits you every day in hopes that you’ll wake up. The doctors say you’ll recover from your injuries and wake up in time, but the carbon dioxide inhalation may have done irreparable damage to your brain, so when you’d wake up is unclear to even them, the best of the best.

“You’re the worst spy ever…always getting hurt” Yuta says while standing beside your bed. He feels guilty for not being there fast enough for you. He feels guilty for not watching you more. He wipes his tears away.

“You said you’d be the one to kill me after I see you in that set, don’t fail on your promise, I hate when people do that.” he says, hoping to hear your laugh and see your eyes open as you prepare a snarky response for him.

Haechan knocks in the door and steps in. “Yuta, thank you for your hard work. With the evidence you’ve collected we were able to arrest Miah and others connected. But now it’s time to go, it’s been two weeks, you have other cases to pick up in Tokyo.”

Yuta shakes his head while still watching you. “Can’t..need to make sure she wakes up first…she can’t break her promise.”

Haechan sighs. “These doctors are the best of the best and if they say she will, then she will, don’t worry, she has more than enough help around here. I think you should get back”

Yuta turns to him. “Just a few more days…please..” I just want to see her beautiful eyes, one more time, is what he wants to say, but doesn’t.

Haechan recognizes the look of love anyway, he knows Yuta is the one filling your hospital room with bouquets of flowers every day. He knows he has feelings for you and so, he nods. “Okay…I’ll..talk to your boss over there to get you some more time here..only because you’ve helped us a great deal.”

Yuta bows slightly. “Thank you.”

“When did you start to like her so much?” Haechan raises an eyebrow.

Yuta scoffs. “Like who? Her? I’m just being nice.”

Haechan chuckles. “Yeah..sure.”

[Four Days Later]

Yuta comes to your room as usual but as he is about to turn in, he hears you laughing. He peaks around the corner and sees you smiling, your pretty eyes crinkling at the sides as you talk to the nurse. He smiles to himself. He hands the bouquet of flowers he has in his hands to another nurse headed towards your room. “Please..give these to her for me.”

The nurse smiles at Yuta, who she’s seen everyday since you’ve been there. “Oh! She’s awake now sir, she woke up last night. Would you like to go in and speak with her?”

He shakes his head. “No..I have somewhere to be. Please tell her they all came from Haechan.”

Her smile drops as she looks at the bouquet in confusion. Why wouldn’t he want to talk with you after waiting so long?

Yuta remembers how mean he was to you the last time you spoke. He couldn’t bear to see you again, as the guilt weighed heavy on his heart. He did love you and this proved it, but he couldn’t allow himself to show that to you.

He leaves the hospital and heads home before preparing for his flight.

Haechan goes in to see you the next day. “Y/n, nice to see you smiling again.”

You smile back. “It’s all thanks to you and this dramatic collection of flowers you got me.”

Haechan chuckles. “Actually…that would be Yuta’s doing.”

“Yuta?” Your eyes grow.

“Yeah..he saved you from the building and then visited you every day.”

Your heart trembles.

“W-where’s he now?”

Haechan smiled slightly. “He should be heading back home..to Tokyo today”

You sit in silence as a wave of sadness falls on you.

“Don’t get any ideas! I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but it isn’t permitted within the company.” Haechan says, somewhat jokingly.

You scoff and shake off your thoughts. “Between me and that guy? Nah..he’s the worst.”

Haechan nods. “Good.”

But you lied, you felt an attachment to him, maybe you did love him.

[A Few Months Later]

You decided to take a trip to Tokyo to surprise Yuta after your full recovery. There’s just one little problem. You don’t know where he lives.

So you break company policy by overriding the firewalls protecting each agent’s private information. You look Yuta up and successfully get his file, complete with his address, biography, and case history.

You hurriedly write the address down and prepare for your flight.

A week later, you find yourself getting ready to meet Yuta. You admit, you feel somewhat pathetic for getting all dressed up for him. What if he didn’t accept you? What if he wanted nothing to do with you? What if he lives with his parents?

Nonetheless, you put on a tight black dress with your butterfly set underneath before taking a taxi to his house.

You knock on the front door of the serene house, but don’t hear anything. No one’s home. You sigh “That’s fine, I’ll just wait for him.” To your surprise, the back door is unlocked so you let yourself in. It’s quiet, nice and clean, and you’re surprised by how easy it was to get in.

You walk around, taking in how beautiful his place is. Eventually, you arrive at his bedroom. There are many picture frames on his dresser and 2 on the walls and when you take a closer look, you’re shocked.

You lift a picture up towards you to see Yuta and a beautiful woman smiling and holding hands while at a beach. The photo beside it made your heart drop. It was a wedding photo of the two. You carefully place the picture back down and look into the bathroom.

You see “Him” and “Hers” labeled towels. Beside the bathroom is his closet, filled with a woman’s clothes.

“Of course..of course he’s married” your eyes become watery and you go to leave immediately. Yuta had been leading you on this entire time. He was using you for when he got bored of his wife back home, turning you into a fill in while taking on missions outside of Tokyo. You feel even more pitiful than you did before. How could you be tricked so easily? But then again, Yuta did tell you that you were nothing together, that that one mission was simply..a duty.

You take the tracker ring off and place it in a decorative jar beside his front door, but remember to leave through the back.

After taking a taxi back home, you adjust your return flight for the next day.

When Yuta gets home, he resumes his daily habit of checking on you. He opens his tracker and is confused to see that your ring is…right there with him. He stands up from his couch and looks around carefully. He steps into his bedroom, wondering if you’re there hiding. But out of the corner of his eye, he notices something out of place on the dresser.

One of the picture frames had been moved slightly. You were here and when you picked the picture up, you placed it back incorrectly. He swallows hard when he realizes you‘ve discovered the truth.

[Two Months Later]

Things go back to normal. You start to take on other missions and train harder to develop your skills. You’re getting stronger, smarter, and faster, but it doesn’t help that you think of Yuta nearly every second of each day. You wonder what he’s up to and why he never told you about his wife. Did you really deserve that information though? You’re secret agents at the end of the day, it was never supposed to be this personal.

It’s time for your fencing class, a one-on-one battle with a new partner from the agency while your trainer watches. You’ve beat every partner thus far, making you the top contender, so you aren’t worried about this match.

You step onto the mat and assume your starting position. The person in front of you does the same. And so, you begin your battle, dodging their speedy attacks. They do the same, never letting you get close to them after you swing.

“Agent 73.. Focus!” Your trainer yells. After several minutes of fighting the most difficult opponent you’ve ever had thus far, you start to grow upset. You were doing so well, annihilating anyone that challenged you, but somehow, this person is just as good.

They let out a grunt after sliding to the right to dodge your quick attack, letting you know that your opponent is in fact a man. Based on the size of his feet, you had already suspected, but weren’t completely sure.

You just can’t seem to catch them off guard, no matter how fast you move and in a fit of anger at your incompetence, you “accidentally” elbow his face. He steps back in shock as his mask falls to the floor.

You gasp when you recognize the handsome man’s face. Yuta.

He smirks and wipes blood trickling from his nose with his thumb. You drop your sword while frowning. Why’d it have to be him?

You walk away before he can say anything, stomping through the girl’s locker room as he runs after you.

You swing your locker door open and start to take the uniform off. You drag your shirt over your body quickly as you hear him step in anyway.

“You’ve still got that short fuze, huh?” He leans against the locker beside yours.

You ignore him, still shoving your things in your backpack.

“Come on, y/n..I’ve got a pretty bad nose bleed because of you, the least you could do is give me a welcome back kiss.”

You slam the locker door and turn to leave, but he blocks you. You glare at him. “Get out of my face.”

“Aren’t you happy to see me? You hit me like you hate me, but I kinda liked that.”

You scoff. “Oh really? What does your wife have to say about that? Huh? Does she like it when you flirt with other women?”

Yuta’s face falls, he’s about to respond, but you interrupt him. “I don’t know if it’s some kinda kink of yours to cheat on someone, but I’m not gonna be part of that, so fuck off. Don’t come by me again, don’t even look at me. And you can take that set back too! I bet she’d look better in it.” You push past him.

“W-wait, y/n..” he runs after you as you stomp through the workplace halls now to get out. You bump into anyone standing in the way, too furious to even apologize.

“You’re an insane, lying asshole that fuels his confidence by flirting with women and leaving them high and dry. Don’t you feel pathetic? Don’t you feel like a whore?!” You say loudly in the halls, gaining the attention of many agents walking by.

“Y/n! Don’t do this..” he shakes his head and grabs your hand, forcing you to stop walking.

You pull it back while grunting. “Why not, Yuta?! Let’s let everyone know, I’m gonna give everyone a fair warning! This guy is a damn good spy, but you know what he’s also good at? Fucking around to get information, all while his sweet wife waits for him back home in Tokyo!! Shall we give her a call too?!” You yell loud enough for everyone to hear.

Yuta stares, but it’s not in anger, but something else. He swallows hard. “Y/n..you don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? You’re just like most men out there. You pretend to love your wives, you pretend to love your mistresses! You only love the attention. You’re afraid of commitment because deep down, you’re insecure!”

He shakes his head. “No..I never pretended..I never pretended to love—“

“Don’t!" you put your hand up to stop him. "don't..give me that!” You yell even louder.

Haechan sees you and everyone else staring in the halls. “Hey! What’s going on here? Everyone get back to whatever you’re doing.”

“73! In my office now! Yuta?! Out of here before I call your boss!”

Yuta walks away, his eyes looking glossy before he turns away from you.

You follow Haechan to his office and sit down with practical smoke escaping your ears.

“Y/n…what the hell was that?!” Did he just call you by your real name? Oh you’ve genuinely upset him this time. “You know some agents already believe you’re unfit to be working here again and here you are acting like this in the halls?! Do you know how unprofessional this is?”

“I’m..sorry, I..don’t know what got into me.”

Haechan sighs. “This is exactly why we don’t allow work relationships to fester.”

“I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again. And definitely not with a married man. I apologize for being unprofessional and untrustworthy, it must have been a shock for you to see me like that.”

“Wait..wait did you say “married?”

You nod and figure you might as well tell him everything while you’re already embarrassing yourself. “I hacked the system sir..I found Yuta’s address and-“

“Well if you hacked the system, you’d see Yuta is a widow…”

Your mouth falls open as your eyes widen. “A..widow?”

Haechan nods. “So you broke company policy by hacking our computers and didn’t even take the opportunity to read his file completely?” He scoffs. “His wife passed away from a car accident a few years ago. The guy who hit her was in a high-speed chase from the police, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and suffered from the criminal’s irresponsible actions. The criminal got away because of his connections to some pretty powerful people….That’s what made Yuta join us. He wanted to bring down high class criminals like him in an effort to honor his late wife. Eventually, he killed the man himself and decided to stay in the force to bring others to justice.”

Your mouth falls in silence. Tears come to your eyes. You were such a jerk to him because you thought he was a cold-hearted cheater.

Haechan crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “Women…always jumping to conclusions. Why didn’t you just ask him?”

You blink rapidly. “Well..I..I saw the wedding pictures of them together in his house.”

“He’s had a difficult time moving on, as any of us would.” He looks out of the window. “But it was nice to see him smile when he was with you…I haven’t seen him like that before.”

You quickly get out of the chair and run out of the building to find him. “Hey! Y/N! I’m not done with you!” Haechan yells after you but you ignore him.

"God, I am going to fire her one day." Haechan grumbles.

“Yuta!! Yuta!!!” You yell, but can’t seem to find him.

He’s gone, completely out of your sight.

“Damn it!” You say to yourself while in tears. How could you be so terrible to him?

You run back into Haechan’s office.

You pant. “Phone number, I need his phone number, please.”

Haechan stares at you with a look of disbelief. “Have you completely lost your mind? You know I can’t give you that!”

“Please…I’m begging you..I have to apologize..I promise it’s the last thing I ask of you.” You place both hands on his desk and look into his eyes.

He nearly falls for the desperate look in them, but shakes his head. “It’s an absolute no-no in our company, y/n. I’m sorry..”

“Ugh!!” You leave his office and head home.

[Five Months Later]

There’s an international conference that is done ball-style to celebrate all of the agents. It takes place in an underground facility. You get dressed up and wear an emerald green gown with fallen sleeves. You look and feel gorgeous as you run your hands down your sides while looking in the mirror one last time before leaving.

You aren’t sure if Yuta will be attending, but you hope he does so you can apologize.

You enter the gold-filled mansion and join arms with your partner, Mark.

He smiles widely. He looks spectacular in a velvet red suit and large gold watch. He smells amazing too.

“You look stunning, y/n.” He speaks softly.

You fail to hide your flustered feeling, smiling uncontrollably while twirling your thumbs. “Thank you..Mark.”

He laughs and takes you to the floor where you meet other agents you’re familiar with.

Yuta spots you from the balcony and thinks of how beautiful you look. He swallows his champagne and turns to walk outside to the balcony, but just before he does, he sees your partner, Mark, take you by the waist and kiss your cheek as you smile at him fondly.

For about an hour, you’ve walked about the party saying hi to everyone, a bit disappointed that Yuta isn’t there.

“Hello agents! It’s time to announce our evening awards!” Haechan stands on a lifted stage and speaks into a microphone. You all turn towards him to wait for the announcements. The final award of the night is the biggest of all. The company awards the Agent of The Year for their dedication to their job and expertise.

“This award goes to..Mark!” Haechan begins clapping as does the large crowd.

You turned to Mark and smiled widely. “Congrats!” You give him a big hug.

Mark thanks you, then goes to make his acceptance speech. “I’m more than honored to be receiving this award tonight. There are so many talents here and I’m truly inspired by all of you. I would like to thank you for the opportunity, but I would also like to thank my beautiful..wonderful partner…y/n. She keeps me going, she lifts me up when I need her the most.” He looks down at you with wide eyes filled with love. You nod and giggle.

“He isn’t just getting lifted up by her..is he?” Yuta says to himself while crossing his arms in the corner of the ballroom. He is jealous and suspects that Mark may have a crush on you, he just doesn’t know if you like him too.

You enjoy the rest of the night with Mark who can't stop looking at you or touching your waist, with your permission of course.

He leans in close while staring at your lips, but suddenly Yuta walks up behind him and clears his throat.

Your eyes grow. “Oh! You’re here! Mark, this is Agent -"

“Yuta..” he interrupts you and shakes Mark’s hand. “May I have a word?” He looks at you sternly.

You nod quickly, feeling somewhat nervous when finally getting what you’ve been begging for, a meeting with the man you can’t stop thinking about. “Oh..ok, um excuse me Mark..”

You and Yuta talk outside on the balcony.

“Yuta…I’m..so so sorry for what I said and for making assumptions. I don’t know anything about you, and it was wrong for me to attack you. Haechan explained everything to me, and I really am sorry. I would’ve apologized sooner, but he refused to give me your contact info in respect for your privacy.” You look up at him, begging for him to look down and give you one of his smug smiles. But he doesn’t, he only looks out into the night and stands beside you. “Yuta..I just-“

“Are you guys together?” He interrupts you again.

“W-what?” You’re confused as he doesn’t seem interested in your apology.

“You and Mark..are you fucking?” And that’s when he turns to you with furrowed brows. He feels weak by the sight of your gorgeous eyes under the moonlight and the way your features seem softer at night. You smell like raspberries and roses, and he loves it, it reminds him of springtime. It’s his favorite time of the year as Cherry Blossom Trees bloom.

“Yuta!” You gasp.

He smirks as you become flustered.

You shake your head. “N-no we aren’t! But..wait, why does it matter to you anyway?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Just curious.”

You smile slightly. “Huh..still the jealous bastard after all this time.”

“And still the useless prude.” He pats your shoulder. “Glad you’re feeling better…sweetheart.” He says before walking past you and into the party.

“W-wait..that’s it?” You turn to follow him, but he’s gone.

“Damn he’s good at disappearing..” you huff.

[A Week Later]

You drift into sleep while in the bathtub after a physically draining day at work. Two well trained criminals put up a pretty good fight when you captured them.

Yuta makes himself at home and pours himself a glass of wine. He then sits on the couch facing your sliding bedroom doors where he’s able to see when you come out of the bathroom through a small crack in between them.

He had placed your butterfly lingerie set out onto the bed.

After a short nap, you rinse yourself off and come out. You start to lotion your body in a slight daze after waking up, Yuta watches your delicate fingers caress your smooth skin and wishes it were his, gliding up and down your ankles and thighs.

He decides it’s time to let you know he’s there. You hear a gun cock from outside of your bedroom door.

“Put it on.” A dark voice altered by a voice changing box says.

You nod and look back on the bed at the set. You slowly drag your panties up. “Yuta?”

“Shut it. Keep moving.”

While standing in the gap between your doors, you face the man, attempting to make out his face. You squint while tying the bra in the front of your chest slowly.

He wears a ghostface mask over a black turtleneck and black pants.

You carefully reach over your dresser beside the door to grab your gun.

Then swiftly pick it up and point it towards him. The man chuckles then stands up and walks towards you.

“You won’t kill me because you’re not sure who I am, isn’t that right?”

You nod. “You know me so well already..so that means..you won’t allow me to do this.”

You point the gun to your temple. The man hesitates when walking forward.

After a few seconds he laughs. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be doing me a favor?”

You smile slightly. “Maybe..maybe not.”

“After all, I’d finally be able to think clearly again.”

“You and I both know you want to be the one to kill me. Who am I to take that away from you?”

You place the gun down and raise your hands. “So kill me Yuta..”

“Not until I’ve fucked the pride out of you.. get on the bed.”

You do as he says and kneel on the bed while looking at the mask.

“Can I at least see your face?”

He shakes his head. “No can do, sweetheart, I like watching you like this.” He sits beside you then taps his thigh. “Come on.”

You ride his thigh as he continues to point his gun at you. Part of you felt more turned on by the role play, causing you to move faster. One hand rests at the small of your waist, carefully digging his fingertips into your soft skin. He smells so good, like citrus and cedar. He looks amazing too, his shirt hugging his arms.

After just a few minutes you reach your high, but he doesn’t allow you to stop, he pushes the barrel onto your skin. “Keep moving, whore.”

You do as he says while he holds your hip down with his other hand.

He pushes the fabric of your panties to the side and puts his fingers in, making you cry out as he brushes his thumb onto your clit.

“Ah! Yuta! Please.”

“It’s “sir” to you.”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“Make me,”

“You’re a little slut, look at you getting so turned on by this…well I’ve got something for you.”

“Look at what I found..you even suck at hiding things.” He shows you your vibrator you his in your bedside drawer..apparently not well enough.

“Damn it..” you chuckle and close your eyes tightly.

He takes his shirt off and pulls you over on top of him so your back rests against his chest as he rests against your headboard. He intertwines his legs with yours so he can control how open you are.

With your knees now bent and your chest heaving, Yuta turns the vibrator on and places it onto your clit. He uses it mercilessly and on every setting, causing you to cum multiple times while crying out his name and grabbing his arm.

You squirm in his strong arms in an attempt to get away from him and close your legs, but he just won’t budge. “Don’t fight me, you know you’ll lose, sweetheart…just give me one more..you can do it for me, right?” He whispers into your ear and his husky tone sends chills down your spine.

You cum again, trembling as you leak. You’re a mess, the sheets are a mess.

He places the vibrator down, to flip you over on top of him. He places you on to his large, painfully restrained bulge. With his hands on your hips, he moves you up and down onto it.

He lets your hips go as you ride him on your own, but you’re so tired, you begin to move slower and close your eyes. He points the (empty) gun at you. “If you stop moving, I will shoot you.” Seeing you like this over him feels like a dream, he never imagined you’d be into this.

You keep going, trying your best not to plead for him to take over, but you’re so tired, you can’t help it. “Yuta..I’m..tired.”

“Such a whiny brat, it’s only going to get worse for you.” He grabs your waist to hold you up slightly while sliding further down the bed. He then forces you down onto his mask. He makes you move back and forth while it’s on his face.

“Ah..fuck!” You grip the head board for stability, but the bumps and ridges of the mask nearly drive you insane. You feel crazy doing this, but for some reason you continue. You feel good and hot. Yuta is commanding and you feel the urge to do as he says.

Just watching yourself right now, naked and riding a Halloween mask is turning you on more and more. What’s gotten into you? His hands still on your waist he chuckles when your whimpers become louder and louder until— your fingers go weak from gripping the headboard, your toes curl and your back arches as you release onto the mask. But he keeps you moving with his strong grip, even as you shake your head.

“Please sir..can’t move anymore.” You’re overstimulated and tears fall out of your eyes.

“My dick isn’t even inside you yet..keep working for it.”

He pulls his mask off finally to reveal his tempting smirk. “Come on, let me taste you.” His tongue takes a deep dive into your already soaked flower, making you shake uncontrollably and cry out his name.

He holds you still by spreading your buttcheeks with a tight grip and licking you all over.

“Yuta!”

He spanks your ass.

“I’m sorry sir, so so sorry, please I can’t take more.” You try to pull away but fail. He only laughs and teases your swollen clit with rapid movements from the powerful tip of his tongue.

“Oh my..fuck!” You climax again while he flattens his tongue.

He flips you over so he’s on top of you now and pulls his pants down while sticking the gun into your mouth. He palms himself. “Is that how you’d suck me off?”

You nod and sniffle as it goes deeper.

Yuta is so turned on by the sight of your wet eyes, full cheeks and ruined face he goes crazy.

He takes the gun out and runs it against your panties while making out with you finally. He takes your tongue over, forcing you to taste yourself as he moans.

He then pushes the gun into the fabric to tease your clit once again. You struggle to move away, you try to push his hand away, but he giggles and pushes the gun against you harder.

“You should be happy this isn’t a knife.”

He places the gun to the side and pulls your panties down while licking his lips. He kisses your scars and all the way down your belly before breathing against your opening. He teases it with his fingers while watching your face above him. “Ready for me, baby?”

You nod and he finally pushes his length into you causing you to curse in harmony at the feeling of being connected after all this time. Despite being tired, your body grips him, taking everything he has as he forces his entire length into you at once, making you move against the sheets on your bed.

You wince as he stretches you. “Slow..please..”

He shakes his head. “Too much for you already?”

You groan. Unable to talk as he goes in even deeper, your pussy betraying you by swallowing him in like it’s been begging for it for years.

He pulls out completely before rubbing the tip along your folds to gather more essence and dipping into you again.

You grab his hip with one and the sheets beside you with the other, reaching for anything that will get you through this and keep you sane.

“I said..is it too much?” He grunts, thrusting into you hard. You arch your back and cry out.

“Look at how desperate and pathetic you look right now, you can’t even speak straight can you? What happened to my smart talker? Got nothing to say while my dick is in you huh?”

His cocky talk, low tone and look only adds to your arousal.

He watches your breasts move in the pretty bra he bought you and you watch as his tongue darts across his lips. He loves to ruin you with every powerful thrust, and honestly, you love it too.

You cum hard, growing dizzy as you try to push him away.

He laughs at the way your weak hands press against him. “Come on sweetheart I’m not done with you yet, look at how tight you are, still need to make sure this pussy remembers me after tonight.”

He flips you over and takes you from behind, using your limp body to milk himself clean. Your velvet still grips him hard and it drives him crazy, the random clenches, the moans that vibrate through your body and onto him.

All you can focus on is the warmth of his skin against yours and the way his fingers grip your skin.

He leans over and whispers, you can feel his long hair delicately touch your neck. “Do you like it when I’m inside you, fucking you silly like this?”

“Yes…sir.” You let out embarrassingly. He squeezes his fingers into your cheeks as he grabs your chin.

“You don’t even remember your own name, do you, sweetheart?” He slams into you harder and grunts, your eyes shut and you let out a high pitched squeal.

“You’ll never think of anyone else but me when I’m done with you..when I’m done filling you up until you leak for days.”

You clench at his words causing him to laugh and push even harder.

“Who do you belong to, sweetheart?”

“Y-you..”

“Huh?” He slaps your ass hard. “I didn’t hear that.” He pulls your hair so your head goes back

You squeal. “You! Belong to you, sir.”

“Good..then I’m gonna fuck you..again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust and slap to your clit*“

You cum instantly while screaming into your bed. You shake and grab Yuta’s shoulder behind you. “Sir..fuck..oh god.”

He pulls out watching as your essence drips down your legs. He bends down to face your opening, licking it up slowly and using his fingers in combination to abuse your pussy and clit even more.

Placing his arm under you, he turns you over so you lay on the bed face up.

You watch him as he hovers over you, twirling the strings of your butterfly bra with his fingers. “Shall I unwrap my present?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod.

He smirks while pulling the strings slowly, carefully pulling it apart to reveal your breasts. The way he watches you through low eyes as his fingertips touch your sensitive skin ever so lightly makes you needy. You swallow hard.

“Fuck..so pretty..” he gazes at your naked chest, the sight being incomparable to anything he’s ever seen. He’s so hard, it’s unbearably painful. He leans down to lick each hard nipple while you run your hands through his hair.

He sucks them hard as his thumb runs your clit. He’s hypnotized by your chest, but it doesn’t distract him from his main goal of getting you to cum in his mouth again.

He lowers himself so he can lick your aching flower.

“Y-Yuta..” you pant as oversensitivity makes you so light headed you fear you might pass out at any moment. “Please sir..can’t —t-take.”

You grab his long hair.

“I decide when I’m done with you, got that? So stop begging, before I fuck you with my gun too.”

You hiccup at his threat and fall back into the bed.

After making you cum with his mouth again, your hold on his hair weakens. He holds onto the headboard and uses his other hand to guide his cock through your folds, coating it with your release to ease himself once more. You flinch and push yourself up on your elbows away from him.

He clicks his tongue, still sliding his tip in between. “Where you going, sweetheart? Didn’t you say this pussy is mine?”

You nod. “..but..I don’t think I can…” you can barely croak out.

Yuta makes a pouty face and kisses your lips to distract you from the fact that he’s burying himself into your sopping pussy once again.

“Yeah you can..be a good girl for me, I just wanna see you swollen with my babies..let me do that for you, sweetheart..that’s what you want right?” He whispers huskily against your lips and rubs his thumb along your cheek.

You nod and whimper.

“Good girl..” he leans back to watch himself enter you with ease. He places his hands into the crooks of your knees and pushes them down towards your chest, allowing him to see more of you.

“You’re so beautiful..I missed you.” He whispers as he takes long deep strokes into your body. “What’s my name, baby? Say it for me. Who is making you feel this good?”

“Yuta..yes, Yuta! Yuta, right there..oh my..” your breath hitches as you unravel and quiver again.

It doesn’t take long for him to empty himself deep inside you as your pussy clenches and milks him dry.

You cry out his name and dig your nails into his back.

“Ahhh…fuck ..that’s it..” he runs his thumb along your lips and he closes his eyes tightly. It feels amazing to be this deep inside you, finally filling you to the brim like he’s fantasized about since the night of your mission together. A part of him doesn’t want to stop, but when he opens his eyes after nearly 2 minutes of enjoying the feeling, he sees that you’ve passed out, your hands now at your sides as you rest.

He pulls out and watches a stream of cum leave your pussy. He could fuck it back into you, fuck you back awake but he decides to let you sleep.

He grabs a cloth and cleans you up before carefully taking your bra off completely so that you can rest comfortably. He lays down in bed while holding you in his arms. And after draping the blanket over your bodies, the two of you sleep quietly. It’s the first time in a while that he’s felt his heart yearn for someone.

The next morning, you wake up in Yuta’s arms and remember all that happened and that it wasn’t just an amazing dream. Your body is still sore and tired. You stare at his facial features as he sleeps quietly.

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry..” you whisper as you place his hair behind his ears.

“I know..I forgive you.” He opens his eyes to trace over your lips.

You kiss him deeply, holding his face in your palms while falling into him. You pull away after a few seconds and rest your forehead against his.

“Why do you keep coming back?” You ask him.

He laughs and tries to think of a smart remark but fails. “The truth is…I don’t think I can ever live without you..” he smiles then kisses you again. “You’re the worst spy, but the best companion”

“So..what do you say?” He asks curiously. “I mean, someone has to take care of you..” He rubs your back slowly. It’s new, but nice to see him like this, completely captivated by you.

“Hmm I say..you need some mouthwash right about now.” You tease him before jumping out of the bed and running to the bathroom.

“Hey!” He runs after you.

You decide to date after, continuing to insult each other in your daily lives all while remembering that you’d sleep together at the end of it all. And eventually, you do get married and become a badass spy couple.

[The End]

thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed :))

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kangmoon27 · 2 years ago

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BESTIE'S FATHER | JJK

Pairing: Father Jungkook x Jungkook's daughter's best friend Y/n

Summary: It just happened that you find yourself liking your friends father and fucking him begin your best friend's back.

I can make you feel you the way

No one can, just like how I can make you fell on your knees that no man can.

Looking around the house and sigh after the maid told you, your best friend isn't home right now, you turn around to leave when someone pulled your wrist.

"M-Mr.Jeon" you look at the person who pulled you while you're still shocked, smirk appeared on his lips once he get to hear your voice again, he let go of your hand and gave you a wet kiss on your right cheek while pulling your body closer to him, filling the gap in between your body.

His lips went down to your jaw and kiss you again while whispering in your ears "You don't know how much I missed this scent of yours,baby" his lips went down to your neck again and started sucking it making you moan out of nowhere "And you have no idea how much I miss fucking you in my bed and cumming allover to my cock while I'm inside you" he again whispered and turn to look at you, you bite your lips nervous and in just a sec that nervous lips turn into smirk and pulled him by his neck and connected your lips together.

Jungkook's Bedroom

Soon the two of you reach to his room at the exact place where you both already doing the dirt behind your bestie's back. It's a sin yes but for both of you as long as you're enjoying each other's company there's nothing gonna change even tho you're already feeling guilty doing this behind her daughter's back.

Jungkook Is still married and his wife is off from work and while she's at work you and Jungkook will do the dirt it's neither in your place or in his place right here in the same bed on where he used to fuck his wife before he even meet you.

Yes he's cheating on his wife and lying to his daughter and you can call yourself a homewrecker but you're not the only who ruined their family cause you come in their life while they are already broken.

Right now he's on top of you unbuttoning his shirt while you're pulling him inside hungry kisses as it's been passed two weeks since the last time you did it and meet each other, each one of you is hungry for each other and wanting everything to last long.

His hand landed on your thighs up to your lace pantie and begging to slide it down to rub your clit, you moan into the kiss as soon as you felt his cold fingers on your womanhood, he broke the kiss and smirk at you before going down to your neck and started removing your top revealing your red bra, he unclip it and grabbed your breast on his other hand and suck it without stopping rubbing your clit.

Pulling your head back to the bed as you feel so much pleasure already by the fact that he's just starting, he stop that made you open your eyes and look at him only to find him removing his pants and his boxer and went up to you and remove your skirt and your panties that is already on your knees throwing them away From his sight, licking his bottom lips and stare at your naked body, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed by pulling your feel, he knee down and look at you asking for permission, you simply smile and nod your head and the next thing you know was that his warm touch is already on your clit licking your free cum while his two fingers is inside you moving front and back.

"Ohw-ahhh d-daddy" you keep moaning just like how he wanted while his huge and thick cock is inside your tiny hole, his thrusts were rough and fast as your wall take his hard girth so well, he put your one leg on his shoulder making his every thrusts come deep and hard inside you hitting your walls so we'll that will make you cum in a minute, you both were in pure bliss. The pain the tension and the worry long forgotten as the both of you continue enjoying each other while eyes full of lust.

"F-fuck please, please Jungkook don't stop, pleasee I'm cumming" Listening to your words begging him not to stop he listened to you and continue to make you feel good, he move closer to you and started kissing your passionately while still moving inside you and said. "I aren't planning to stop baby, I'm going to use this cum dumpster of yours because this tight hole belongs to me, that pretty face belongs to me that made you my property" smile appeared on two faces while looking at each other with lust and passion. Soon you broke the eye contact and said "Fuck I'm cumming" he smiled "Then cum baby" he put your nipple in his mouth and waited for you to cum while he keeps on thrusting roughly.

Soon he felt the warm liquid covering his thick cock, he growled making your walls clench at him, his verbal venomous trusts made you roll your eyes back while pulling your head back after cumming for him, he keeps on moving and moving till it's time for him to cum inside you, feeling the warm liquid fill you up he fell on the bed right beside you and take you to his chest while both are trying to catch their breath.

After calming you take a look at him only to see him with his eyes close, he confessed to you that he does love his wife anymore but still you know that there's still a place in his heart that she's in it as she became part of his life and STILL part of his life, you watch him peacefully till soon he asked you as he sense pair of eyes on him. " what is it baby" You sigh and lay down on top of him under the blanket. " just thinking about what will happened to me after my chapter ends from your life being your mistress, just think about it, if the chapter of your story that I am in it will I have my own story by then?". He sigh listen to your words, he finally open his eyes and look at you, his both hand run down to your waist and peck your lips before saying.

"I already told you, I don't love her anymore and if we're talking about chapter in each other's story ours is just starting and my chapter with has come to the end and it's for you to begin yours in mine okay, I wanna marry someday Y/n" You gave him a warm smile before nodding your head and close your eyes

"This is the reason why I fell for him, he always choose me and make me feel the love that I haven't received from any man that passes my life not even my father

But still it's a sin being with a married man who's also your bestie's Father and you let yourself be selfish for the man who's not really yours is a sin but he choose you, he picked you, he loves you and for that you're willing to do everything just to keep him and be loved by him that you will do the same"

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alumi-san · 11 months ago

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So... did somebody think about JJBA Hazbin au? Cuz I did.

The Jojos (and Giogio)

Jonathan Joestar - one of the archangels. Has no idea about the extermination, Giorno just assumes he does. He refused to have a winner's name. Share personality with Lucifer (at least the father aspect). Too good and naive, even for heaven. Represents the Commandment of Piety.

- he loves Giorno more than anything (except his wife and husband and other sons and-), tho it's kinda hard to explain how he created three children with the ruler of hell who was his foster brother when they were alive.

- not allowed to visit hell (it was done so he wouldn't learn about the extermination). He hates that because he can't visit Giorno and the rest of his family, but he can't obey the main seraphim rule.

- despite being and trying to be a good father to George II and Giorno, he kinda forgets that he has three other sons. Mostly because Giorno is the only one with strong angelic powers (and doesn't worship Dio), so he's the only child who is allowed to visit heaven (don't worry he'll try to fix this).

Joseph Joestar - honestly, I have no idea whether I should put him in heaven or hell. Siner's/Winner's name is Battle Comet. If winner, then he represents Reticence if sinner then Lust.

- learned that he has a son only after death.

- tries to fix the relationship with his children and partners.

- when he brings Shizuka, Ceasar, and Suzi Q's immediate reaction: "You cheated on us again?!" And Joseph is like: "Guys, I can explain!" (Don't worry, they love her)

Kujo Jotaro - a mysterious man. Nobody knows why he got to hell, but he got a lot of power and beat up a few overlords in a matter of a week. Siner's name is Sea Star. Represents the Sin of Wrath.

- everybody thinks he's some dangerous creep, but when they ask Cherry Splesh and Silveref about him they first tell them about how the overlords started to disappear after he arrived and that it's better not to get on his nerves "Oh, but he's a total sweetheart! Just talk to him about the ocean, give him a sugared and you won't recognize him!"

- he doesn't admit it, but he misses his mom.

- tries to be a good father for his little butterfly.

- hates Dio. Nobody knows why, but as rumors go, they had a battle in which Dio almost killed one of Star's friends. Because of that, he doesn't trust Giorno. He knows that he's a good kid, but he can't help but worry when he sees Gio around Jolyne.

Higashikata Josuke - a troublemaker in heaven, but because of his good heart, nobody dares to send him to hell. The Winner's name is Star Dimond. Has the Emily role. Represents the Commandment of Pacifism.

- also not allowed to visit hell, but unlike Jonathan, he's a rules breaker, so he visits anyway.

- acts like a big brother to Giorno, Jolyne, Shizuka, and Hayato.

- loves his great-grandfather Jonathan.

- has a complicated relationship with his father but likes his stepmom and stepdad. The feeling is mutual.

- he likes to make jokes about him and Josuke having the same name (tho, Gappy doesn't understand them).

Giorno Brando Joestar - Prince of Hell. Half demon (from Dio) half angel (from Jonathan) (don't ask how it happened). Hell and heaven born. Has the role of Charlie. Created the hotel because he believes that some of the sinners don't deserve to end up here (and it was a great opportunity to move out from his dad's place). He has a grey morality but sometimes sees the world as black and white like killing is good as long as you don't do it for selfish reasons.

- Gappy is the only family he has a good relationship with from Jonathan side in hell. However, sometimes, he feels like he has a good relationship with two/three family members instead of one.

- allowed to visit heaven, but doesn't do it often because he feels unwelcome there. Only visits to see his father and Dimond.

- much more sweet, caring, and at some point goofy than he shows. Also, secretly a musical/theater kid.

- one time, he called Erina mother. He's embarrassed by this (jonerywagon cried tears of joy when this first happened).

- he adores Jolyne, but because of his tense relationship with Star, he doesn't spend time with her as often as he wishes. The only opportunity he gets is when Dimond sneaks out in hell to steal/babysit Jolyne while Star is working, and they both play with her and somehow have a good and bad influence on her.

- Has a stable relationship with his brothers. In a good relationship with Rikiel and Ungalo, who look up to him. Tries to be a good big brother/role model to them. In a complicated relationship with Donatello. He doesn't spend time with Jorge but thinks he's good.

Kujo Jolyne - Star daughter, nobody knows who her mother is. Thinks of Cherry Splash/Kakyoin as a second father. She loves her bizarre family.

- she's a kid here.

- dreams of having a younger brother.

- loves to hang out with Josuke and Giorno. Wishes to see her other family from heaven.

Johnny Joestar - Jonathan's cousin. Seats at home all day. Distanced himself from his family. He only speaks with Gyro. Siner's name is Star Dancer. Represents the Sin of Sloth.

- not sure if in hazbin lore if you die disabled then you'll stay disabled in hell/heaven, so for now, I can't say if Jonny is disabled here.

- kind of depressed.

Josuke "Gappy" - he's a hell born, obviously cus he's a total sunshine! At some point, it feels as if he had just been born. Share personality with Charlie (yes, I'm making him a musical/theater kid as well). He and Yasuho are the first people to believe in Giorno idea so they immediately started helping him with the hotel. Believes that siners deserve a second chance. As I said, total sunshine, but doesn't have a black and white view on the world somehow.

- has amnesia only remembers how he woke up naked after the previous extermination where he was found by not other than Yasuho. After she asked him what his name was, he said that the only thing he remembered was that he's a hell born. She asked him if she could call him Josuke? He said yes, thus accepting his new name. Later, they fell in love with each other and started dating.

- loves his girlfriend very much.

- when he and Giorno first met, they had no idea that they were related, but they felt some kind of connection between each other.

- despite not knowing/remembering who his parents are, he feels like they're always with him.

Jodio Joestar - I don't have anything on him yet. But in my vision, he will be Giorno rival and will be shiting on the hotel (yea, kinda like the V's, I guess?). Represents the Sin of Gluttony.

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llycaons · 1 month ago

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Couple of Mirrors - ep2.

really sorry about the cheating thing but im experiencing lustful thoughts for yan wei once again

well I suppose that WAS the breakdown. and we're starting off with xyy leaving on her own and finding her way back to the photo studio, where yan wei awaits with an umbrella <3

damn. those photos are incriminating as hell

yan wei in her black turtleneck and belt and trousers made me short out for a second 😭 show me a masc women and I'm gone

I'm always attracted more to mascs no matter the gender...sometimes a particularly wimpy looking man will catch my eye tho. BUT I really do love the aesthetics and styles of feminine presentaton as well. for every butch/femme wlw pair I see I usually admire the femme so much for being so so beautiful and then am like 😳 abt the butch. this happened in bound, this happened in black sails...I'm always thinking I hauve covid around the corkys and the anne bonneys and the yan weis and the lin wanyues and such.

aw. their kitty <3

xyy IS a little childish. she's no xff. but still, she deserves respects

NOOOO. the long hair...a-wan and her husband FUCKED in the MARITAL BED? ohhh that's LOW

xyy standing up for her version of the story! FIRING A-WAN WITHOUT A WORD. NICE. good for you, xyy! I mean, not very mature or communicative of her, but like, has a-wan earned that> she knows what she did

if there is one thing I fucking love it is shy women learning to stand up for themselves and demand better treatment. all characters who have been mistreated and abused really but especially women

xyy pretending like she doesn't know why a-wan is out of work...she's so devious!

but what about her husband? she's cold and standoffish, but she hasn't cut him away the way she has with a-wan. having just read *flips hair* anna karenina AND watched the double, this feels like a very familiar plot to me. how is she to stop being married to this guy without ruining herself?

a-wan...you horrible woman...

xyy grabbing a knife and stalking after her husband and his tryst would be a little more ominous if it wasn't a butter knife

A-WAN???

okay that reveal would have been more dramatic

unfortunately I find suspenders really really sexy so when I saw yan wei I was like. weak-kneed

why was she randomly aiming at people tho what a freak

WAR FLASHBACK!!! those fight scenes are actually rlly good I love to see her stabbing and slashing

I know the political situation got really complicated in the early 20th century but if this is the early republican era I assume yan wei was fighting on behalf of the communists? they don't mention it at all tho and the fact that the voiceover is in english really confuses me 😭 she's clearly not a decorated veteran now so I assume she had to go into hiding after the war ended. unless all her comrades died

yan wei's actress was only 23 here...she looks even younger honestly she has a bit of a babyface

is she in hiding?? WHY IS A WHITE MAN HER COMRADE

was she really going to murder that man just for mugging her? I mean, he's a menace, but there's not....more steps in between first?

this little girl is so sweet! and she really seems to like yw - this sequence lets us get to know yw better. somewhat surly, but good at heart.

god I hope this girl doesn't get killed 😭

what a crappy mother...

WELP

my favorite looks:

yww sooo pretty <3

#couple of mirrors lb #this is so difficult to just sit and watch tv. how do ppl do this #im only here bc its so cold and rainy outside

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bisluthq · 4 months ago

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I am entirely on Jason’s side vs Olivia. She chased after Harry, using a role to reel in him, was willing to uproot her kids to a foreign country to for her own version of a male midlife crisis. I think Harry saw through her manipulative attempts to just be able to do what she wants with Jason having no say about the matter. She didn’t even want to compromise. Fathers have their rights too. It was all about control, and lusting after a younger man(what director jumps up and down and does a dance when getting an actor to agree to your project?). Not a mature one certainly. As a woman close to her age, I saw right through her. I felt sorry for her kids the most.

you do know Jason was cheating on her for years, cast his (much younger btw) mistress in his fucking show, their family already all lived in London so no she wasn’t uprooting anyone (where Jason was filming his show that he ended purely to spite her and restarted when Harry was out the picture lol), he embarrassed her publicly repeatedly (even though she tried to be chill re him fwiw) and helped to ruin the opportunity for her to make SERIOUS money by doing that and then, having actively tried - and kinda helped to succeed tho it wasn’t all on him - to screw her out of MILLIONS of dollars, tried to get out of paying maintenance??? Like you know all that??? You know he is a serial sexual harasser by multiple accounts and isn’t the Ted Lasso character lol?

I’m not saying Olivia was right, but he was off fucking his own 28 year olds. He just got big mad when she did too.

you can say Olivia made mistakes - she did -without being on the “team” of a complete fucking cunt lol.

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hadesrise · 3 years ago

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𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗨𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. based on ‘break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored’ by ariana grande. again.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. dick grayson x male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. cheating, strong language, reader’s a dick, NSFW, top!reader, bottom!dick, barbara’s a little bitch, bat siblings being cool with dick cheating, everyone practically bashing barbara and bruce, mention of murder, getting caught, biting, implied masochism, implied blood kink, choking, possessiveness, use of vibrator in public, riding, a bunch of fluff

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. i kinda dislike barbara for cheating on dick with bruce and having a baby with him so if you like her, this ain’t for you 💀 also just a reminder, whatever happens DO NOT tolerate or encourage someone’s cheating. that’s plain bad. do not cheat as well. talk it out with your partner if there’s something wrong, but don’t ever cheat on them ‘cause that shit hurts a lot.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

You got me some type of way (Hmm)

Ain’t used to feelin’ this way (Mmm-mmm)

I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah)

But I know I shouldn’t think about it

You watched Dick demonstrate his fighting techniques to the Titans from the sideline of the training room, eyes roaming all over his body like a hunter on its prey.

His body moved gracefully and acrobatically, which wasn’t a surprise considering he used to be in circus, but it still never fails to awe and amaze you. Adoration flashed in your eyes accompanied by unnoticeable lust as you stare at him shamelessly, quite literally ignoring the Titan’s presence.

“Is Dickhead that impressive for you to stare so much like that?” Jason speaks from his place beside where you stand. Being caught didn’t faze you even a bit, only shrugging your shoulders, completely unbothered.

Not that you weren’t entranced because of Dick’s moves — you usually would be if it wasn’t for the lustful desire to make him yours devouring you from the inside right now. It’s almost overwhelming to the point you’re surprised you can still contain yourself from just making him yours and claiming him, cherishing him with all the love you felt for him.

You knew you can have Dick anytime, specially when you’re his bestfriend. He’s willing to do anything for you, you know that, but you don’t want to take advantage of it.

So, you just watch from afar. Longingly yet lovingly. You always look out for him wishing it was you he loves, he holds, he looks adoringly at.

But you’re not.

Took one fuckin’ look at your face (Hmm)

Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm)

Usually don’t give it away (Yeah, yeah)

But you know I’m out here thinkin’ ‘bout it

“Shouldn’t you be patrolling with Gordon?” You asked while looking at the streets of Gotham below, checking for any possible threats. You and Dick were assigned by Bruce to patrol together and you weren’t complaining, but it was unusual to have you as his partner instead of her.

He sighs from beside you, running a hand through his hair seemingly in distress. “We fought. I didn’t want to patrol with her.”

You raise your brows and turn to look at him. “You ditched her? I’m pretty sure she wanted to patrol with you.” You said, hiding the obvious dislike you had towards the girl since it was rare Dick ever ditched someone he’s dating.

“Yeah, uh... We fought about you, actually.” Dick admitted as he sits down on the edge of the building after double checking that there was no threat, legs dangling off the side. When you don’t respond, he takes it as his sign to continue. “Ever since I started dating her, I stopped spending time with you so I said we should limit the times we spend together.”

“I’m taking she took it bad.” Replying nonchalantly, you sat down beside him without caring that they fought.

Dick nods. “She did, saying things like how I prefer you over her and that I like you better, that I’m not cherishing our time together as I should and instead I’m ‘bitching’ about you.” You rolled your eyes at that. Though, a smile spreads across his lips. “She wasn’t wrong, you know.”

“Of course, she wasn’t. I’ve been with you long before she came into picture. It’s only natural that you want to spend time with me.” Grumbling lowly, you run a hand through your hair in annoyance at how Barbara doesn’t seem to have a simple bit of common sense.

He laughs, agreeing with you before amusement completely took over his face. “For your information, she thinks I’m cheating on her with you.”

You snort. “The fucking audacity to accuse you of something you’re not ever gonna do even after what she did.”

His lips twitched, but not because he was reminded of Barbara cheating on him with his adoptive father.

It’s because you thought he never considered cheating on her with you.

Then I realize she’s right there

And I’m at home like, “Damn, this ain’t fair”

As soon as you both came home to the Wayne Manor, Dick was greeted by Barbara practically tackling him into a hug.

You scrunched your nose, immediately annoyed by her presence as you walked away not noticing how Dick’s face dropped when you turned your back.

“TT.” Damian huffs after approaching you alongside Tim, who looked worn out. “Leaving him with his nuisance of a girlfriend is torture, (Y/n). She isn’t even a good company.” They’re unfortunate to have been stuck with her in this patrol.

“I’m sure he’ll like it.” You snarled, now showing how much you hate and despise her.

Tim raised his brows. “I know it’s been long since you hang out with each other, but I didn’t think it’s been that long to the point you can’t figure him out anymore.”

Confusion took over your face for a moment as you furrowed your brows, before rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” You walk away from them to your room.

Damian and Tim watched you walk up the stairs, the former crossing his arms. “He really doesn’t have any idea.” Tim sighed.

Damian scoffs, casually throwing a knife at him which Tim avoids it last seconds, before walking away.

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

You could hit it in the mornin’ (Mornin’)

Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours

“Why did you do it?” Dick asked softly.

You looked up at him from your place on the ground, covered in Joker’s blood that you repeatedly beaten to death, with cigarette in-between your lips. He felt a shiver run up his spine when your dark eyes met his; you were still high from the murderous outburst.

When you didn’t answer, Dick squats down in front of you with the soft look never leaving his face. “You never broke Bruce’s rules no matter how mad you were at him. So why? Why did you kill Joker?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You snapped, taking the cigarette away from your lips using two fingers. “He was going to torture you and I won’t allow that to happen. His torture and killing of our family member ends with Jason and should end with Jason only. I couldn’t let him repeat the things he did to your brother to you. I didn’t want to lose you.”

Dick stares into your eyes to search for any remorse, but when he found none, he knew you were sincere. When he reached out to hold your bloody face in his palm, you quickly moved away to avoid it, missing the look of hurt on his face. “How?” He whispered. “How can you easily kill him just because you didn’t want to lose me? It’s not easy to kill a person for someone else than for yourself.”

Silence falls, and Dick could see your dark eyes turning soft, even though the murderous instinct still shined in them. He wasn’t afraid of it — he never was afraid of you.

“It’s easy because you’re not just ‘someone else’.” You respond, too quiet that he almost didn’t hear. “You’re Dick Grayson. And I love you too much to even think about someone hurting you, let alone losing you.”

Genuine surprise plastered Dick’s face at your confession.

“You’re the love of my life. The only person I’m willing to sacrifice everything for, let it be humanity, dignity, pride, or even life. I would do anything for you — I would kill the world for you.” Words left after words non-stop as soon as you first opened your mouth to confess, and Dick listened to all of them. Listened to you drop the weights of your love that you have towards him.

“I love you, I never stopped loving you, and even though you would always choose Gordon over—”

You didn’t get to finish another sentence as he interrupted by colliding his lips on yours.

“Choosing anyone over you is the last thing I would do in this planet, (Y/n).” Dick breathlessly whispered against your lips after breaking the kiss.

“I always wanted you and you only.”

I know it ain’t right

But I don’t care (care)

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

“Fuck, (Y/n)!” Dick moans, his hands sliding on the glass of the shower room in your apartment in an attempt to hold onto something, leaving handprints behind the foggy glass.

You pound into him from behind as you hold his hips in a bruising grip. The sounds of a shower running, skin slapping against skin, his moans and pants and whines, and your groans and moans filled the bathroom. You lick your lips, biting down on his shoulder to draw blood, causing a sharp cry to emit from his throat. His hole clenches around you at the sadistic pleasure of pain.

You moan, releasing your bite and licking the blood. Dick shudders from the sting it brought. “Fuckin’ hell, baby. I didn’t know you had a thing for pain.” Chuckling darkly, you thrusted your hips a lot rougher than intended.

Dick moans loud and lewd, unashamed of the fact that he’s making it clear how much he loves being manhandled and fucked hard by you. “Mhm— fuck, I do. I fucking love it when it’s you.” He whined as he arched his back to let you in deeper, resting his forehead on the glass in front of him.

Groaning softly at his little confession, you leaned forward to slip your hand in front and hold his neck, giving a gentle squeeze on his throat. Dick whimpers before tilting his head back to rest it on the crook of your neck instead so you can hold his throat at a better access, being the obedient little whore— your whore, that he is.

“Yeah, baby? You love me biting you? Marking you as mine and owning you, hm?” You ask, brushing your lips on his ear and sending shiver down his spine.

“Yes! Oh, yes, I love it! Please,” Dick moaned, one hand coming to hold yours that was gently squeezing his throat.

Pleasure filled his entire expression as he was too lost in it already, mind too clouded to even think properly. All he could think about is you and how fucking good you fuck him. Your cock— God, your cock feels amazing inside him. Like it belongs there, like the sole purpose of his hole is to be pounded, wrecked and stretched out by you.

It feels so perfect. Feels right, even when it’s really not.

But Dick doesn’t care, because in this moment, he has you. The one he truly loves and ever loved since the beginning. And he knew you felt the same way when you kissed the side of his face lovingly — a small contrast to your rough thrusts.

“Dick, baby, my love. I love you so fucking much.” Dick moaned at the intense love he felt from just hearing that. “You’re mine, Dick. Mine only. Not Gordon’s, or Bruce’s. Mine.” You growled possessively.

And fuck, Dick loves it so much he’s shaking in your arms, overstimulated and overwhelmed by your love that he can’t do anything but to nod his head and whine out series of yes’s and please’s.

It’s the moment he claimed you his and you claimed him yours.

This shit always happen to me (Yeah)

Why can’t we just play for keeps? (Mmm-mmm)

Practically on my knees (Yeah, yeah)

But I know I shouldn’t think about it

Jason, Tim, Damian and the Titans watched Dick cook in the kitchen of one of the Titan’s residence by the counter, their eyes fixated on his figure. Nothing was wrong, but with the way Dick limps almost unnoticeably and winces once in a while brought their attention to focus on him.

Tim and Damian’s presence weren’t new to the Titan’s residence as they often come by to spend their time there when they don’t want to be in the Wayne Manor where boredom devours them any moment. It’s probably very unlikely that Damian would even want to be near Tim, but he has no other choice. Besides, he gets along with Rachel and her presence distracts him from throwing another knife at the Drake boy.

As for Jason, well, the Titan’s residence is practically his home to go to when he isn’t busy with missions.

Their attention shifted on you when you sat on the place nearest to Dick, beside Gar who was sitting on a chair second nearest to him. “Cooking my favorite, Boy Wonder?”

Dick doesn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice, as if he was already expecting you to be there, as a smile secretly spreads across his lips. Luckily, his back was turned to everyone. “Yup, since it’s your first time spending time here on our residence.”

“Aww, that’s sickeningly sweet.” You cooed, jokingly putting your hands on your heart to act like you were touched by his kindness.

Dick laughs, shaking his head. “Shut up, it’s not like you’re tasting it for the first time.”

You chuckle, before your smile turns into a mischievous, sort of evil smirk. “Did you invite Girl Wonder? I’m sure she can entertain us with her obnoxiously annoying presence.”

Your sarcastic comment caused different reactions of amusement; Jason spits the coffee he was drinking as he breaks into a pit of laughter, Damian snorts, Tim tries to hide his laugh with a smirk, Gar chokes on his drink, Raven coughs to keep herself from laughing, while Kory doesn’t even try to hide her smile. Everyone didn’t really like Barbara for the fact that she cheated on Dick with his father Bruce, and also because she’s pretty much unlikable and intolerable.

She’s even worse than you, who could be really, extremely mean and an asshole at times, which says a lot more than it should.

Dick turns around, and everyone expects him to scold you, but a small amused smile was dancing on his lips much to their surprise. “You can’t just say things like that to a woman, (Y/n). They can be pretty scary.”

You smirk, “Your pretty little smile says otherwise, Dicky.”

That entire sentence came off flirtier than you intended, and Dick blushes.

Then, it clicks into everyone’s mind.

The longing, loving stares. The unusual intense instinct of protectiveness towards each other. The glints of possessiveness and jealousy in one’s eyes when the other’s with someone else. All those things that they witnessed before are now something else; the stares became adoring and loving with no longer hint of longing, the protective instincts became high on alert everywhere instead of just on missions, the more clear signs of possessiveness but no signs of jealousy, the overly flirtatious comments thrown to one another that bestfriends will never say unless being friends-with-benefits or in a relationship.

Everything clicked in their minds.

But they don’t speak nor comment on it, because they could feel the genuine love and happiness lingering in the atmosphere between you and Dick.

And it made them relax. Relieved, even, that what you have isn’t a hook-up.

Nobody cared that they knew it was wrong.

You know what you’re doin’ to me

You’re singin’ my songs in the streets, yeah, yeah

Actin’ all innocent, please

When I know you’re out here thinkin’ ‘bout it

Dick felt his own breath hitch after you removed your shirt as he froze in his spot, mouth watering at the sight of you shirtless.

Training with you was probably a bad idea when you had this much effect on him.

“Like what you see, love?” You smirked teasingly, tilting your head a little to the side. Hunger flashes in your eyes as they narrowed, shamelessly undressing him within your mind.

Dick gulps under your hunter-like gaze. He already felt hot and he could feel the sudden urge to be pounded by you bubbling inside his chest. Biting his lip in contemplation, he glanced at the door before deciding to approach you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

His hand slides down to palm your cock over the pants you wore and you groaned against his mouth, feeling yourself becoming hard already. Wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him closer, you brought one leg forward between his legs to rub his crotch with your thigh. Dick moans in your mouth, beginning to grind on it.

You bit his lip, earning a whimper, before pulling away completely. “Let’s take this to my room before anyone catches us, yeah?”

Then you realize she’s right there

And you’re at home like, “Damn, she can’t compare”

“Why were you with that woman and why weren’t you answering my calls?”

You heard Barbara asking Dick as soon as he separated from his partner at work and approached you, Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie. Cass and Steph immediately gives her a look at that as Dick resisted his urge to roll his eyes, sighing.

“That woman is my partner. I’m a detective, just in case you forgot. And I can’t answer your calls when I’m working.” He lies smoothly. You smirk, knowing he just doesn’t want to answer her calls since he does answer yours.

Barbara rolled her eyes, “It’s a simple thing to do, Dick. Just press the green button. Why can’t you do it?”

“Because he’s working, Barbs.” Cassandra interrupts, becoming irritated. “Detectives aren’t supposed to answer calls when they’re working on a case.”

“I’m not talking to you.” Barbara snaps, causing a frown to spread across Stephanie’s lips.

You rolled your eyes with a sigh. Can this day get any worse?

“Hey, cut it out, Barbara.” Clearly annoyed, Dick glared at her and forced down the not so nice words building in his throat. First time being glared at by her boyfriend, Barbara shuts her mouth and huffs, crossing her arms above her chest before looking away. Cass and Steph shared a look with each other.

Watching awkwardness fill the air, you fiddled with the vibrator controller in your pocket. Without thinking twice, you pressed the low button, having already memorized where and which buttons to push.

Dick breathes in sharply as a moan threatened to spill from his mouth when he felt the vibrator move inside him, his annoyance quickly vanishing. You smirked and pressed the medium button, watching as his body jerks and legs start to tremble. Leaning onto you, he ducks his head on your shoulder just as a lewd moan erupted from his throat.

You leaned in to bring your lips closer to him.

“Compose yourself, baby. We can’t have them notice what’s going on now, can we? Don’t want them to find out you’re a whore who likes secretly being fucked by a vibrator and cumming in front of your girlfriend.”

Dick whimpers, but you smirked in satisfaction when he tries to regain composure and be as casual as possible.

You suppose he could try for a while.

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

You could hit it in the mornin’ (In the mornin’)

Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours

“You two honestly have no shame, do you?” Jason speaks with no signs of shock after finding you and Dick making out on the couch in Wayne Manor.

You break the kiss to look up at him as Dick whined softly from beneath you. “Everyone’s out for a week, Jay. Of course, we are.”

Jason snorted. “Well, not everyone.”

Just as he says that, Cassandra makes an appearance from behind him. Her brows raised seeing you two. “Wow, this is unexpected. But I hope you clean up your mess after doing whatever you’re gonna do because poor Alfred if he has to clean it for you two.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. There’s a cake I made in the refrigerator, so go eat it and shut up and give us some privacy.” You casually waved them off, finally slamming your lips back on Dick’s, who was tugging on your shirt as a way to get back your attention that he lost.

Jason laughed while Cassandra rolled her eyes, “Rude way to ask for something but sure.”

I know it ain’t right

But I don’t care (I don’t care, yee)

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

You wrapped your arms around Dick from behind and buried your face on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. Jason smirks at you two from the counter, finding your public display of affection cute, while Damian eats his breakfast without a care in the world.

“Barbs is just right in the living room, babe.” Dick scolds softly, but doesn’t make an attempt to push you away. Instead, he tilts his head a little to the side when you press a kiss on his neck.

You smile and go back to resting your chin on his shoulder as you watch him make a cereal for the both of you. “I know, baby. I was just starting to wonder when you’re going to break up with her. I want to be able to hold you without sneaking around or hiding.”

You were trying to hide it, but Dick easily caught onto the insecurity and doubts in your tone which made him frown. He turns around in your arms, cupping your face with a soft look. “Hey, I’ve been intended on breaking up with her ever since I started dating you. I just haven’t found the right time and the right, easy ways to. I want to be able to openly call you mine as much as you want to, so enough with that doubts, (Y/n).”

Your thumb rubbed the back of his hand that held your face. The reassuring look on Dick was enough to wipe away any negative thoughts you had as you nod with a relieved smile, kissing his palm before pecking his lips.

Dick smiles, sliding his hands behind your neck to pull you in a hug. “I love you, and I don’t regret being with you.”

You sigh in content. “I love you too, Dicky.”

You could say I’m hatin’ if you want to

But I only hate on her ‘cause I want you

Say I’m trippin’ if you feel like

But you without me ain’t right (Ain’t right)

Everyone was apparently intent on exposing your relationship with Dick to Barbara due to their urge to finally see you two together out in the open without having to sneak around or hide, just like you both want to.

Of course, you and Dick knew this but couldn’t be bothered to stop them, instead going full on fucking in the living room couch knowing anyone could walk in any moment, including Barbara. At this point, you had stopped sneaking around and just made everything painfully obvious to let the others who doesn’t notice yet caught on.

“(Y/n).” Dick whines, grinding down on you as his hands gripped your shoulders bruisingly, moaning in pleasure at how your cock stimulated him in any way possible.

You moaned and relinquished the way his hole perfectly clenched around your shaft. “Look at you, riding my cock so beautifully. You’re doing so good, baby. So well. My blue bird.” Dick moans at your praise, throwing his head back as he starts bouncing his hips up and down.

Hearing the front door close accompanied by Barbara’s voice calling out for Dick, a smirk made its way up to your lips. “Come on, baby. Let’s put on a show to your girlfriend, yeah?” Dick moans at the thought of getting caught as excitement rushed through him, knowing he would finally get to openly call you his after.

Soon enough, the sound of bags dropping on the floor erupted from the entrance of the living room along with a horrified gasp.

You looked at Barbara over your shoulder.

Her horrified eyes met yours that was glinting triumphantly.

You could call me crazy ‘cause I want you

And I never even ever fuckin’ met you

Say I’m trippin’ and it ain’t right

But you without me ain’t nice (Ain’t nice, yeah)

All she could do was watch as Dick rides you without sparing her a glance, too lost in pleasure and too busy yearning for you to even care about her.

“(Y-Y/n), fuck, I’m close.” He whimpered. A sharp cry erupted from his throat when you thrusted up and he throws his head back, exposing his hickeys-littered neck to his girlfriend. You could hear her breath hitch, and wondered if she was enjoying this because she hasn’t moved an inch.

But then, you guessed she was just too horrified and hurt and shocked that her legs refused to move.

“Cum on me then, baby.” Your voice sounded sickeningly sweet in her ears. “Make a mess out of yourself. Let her know how good I make you feel.”

Dick ducks his head into your shoulder as he cries out, hips jutting and white, hot seed spurting out from his slit onto your torso. You moan and still him on your cock to spill your own cum inside him, the angelic mewl leaving Dick’s lips encouraging you to fill him up more.

Only then had Barbara snapped out of her shock. Tears immediately prickled her eyes and she ran out the front doors, slamming it behind.

You gently massage Dick’s scalp with one hand as the other held him on the small of his back, cooing at him. “Feel better now, my love?” The triumphant grin on your face made Dick laugh breathlessly, but he nods nonetheless.

“All better.” He grinned back.

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

You could hit it in the mornin’ (Hit it in the mornin’, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours

Gathered in the living room were you, Dick, Barbara, and the rest of the bat family, with Bruce giving you and Dick a disapproving stare. You had one leg over the other, sitting sassily and unapologetically as you stared back at Bruce in a challenging manner.

Dick, who was beside you, gave his adoptive father a look, his brows raising. “What are we doing here?”

“You’re here for cheating on Barbara with (Y/n).” You and Dick groaned simultaneously, rolling your eyes and standing up. Unbeknownst to Bruce, the bat siblings behind him smirked in amusement at how done you and Dick seemed already.

“We’re not done yet, Dick, (Y/n).” He sternly said.

You scoff, “I think we’re already done. She finds out Dick’s cheating on her by walking in on us fucking, end of discussion. Or what? Are you gonna say Dick can apologize and try to make up for it?” Mockery filled your tone, shooting her a distasteful side-glare, knowing she still wanted Dick.

Barbara’s gaze shifted on her now ex-boyfriend, keeping herself quiet and expecting him to do the right thing.

“I won’t.” Her face drops at Dick’s immediate answer, like he was waiting for it. “I’m not gonna apologize for something I’m not even sorry that I did. (Y/n) and I both wanted this to happen.”

Bruce sighs. “Dick—”

“Why are you even talking to us as if you didn’t do the same thing?” Your tone was casual when you asked, causing both Bruce and Barbara to freeze in their spot. “I think it’s very hypocritical of you to try lecture us about cheating. Gordon cheated on Dick with you, so neither of you should have any rights to get mad at us.”

Barbara abruptly stood up from her seat. “Is that what all of this is about? I cheated on him so he did it back as a revenge?” She seethed, looking at you then at Dick back and fourth.

“Stop making everything about you.” You snapped and glared harshly at her.

“Are you fucking nuts?” Dick was next to spit, anger and annoyance lingering his tone. “I’m not as petty as you, I wouldn’t waste my time getting revenge on someone who I forgot about long ago.” Hurt flashed in Barbara’s expression. “And isn’t it fucking obvious? I cheated on you because I’m in love with him, not because I wanted to get revenge.”

“Then why did you take me back when I asked for a second chance?” Her voice cracked as tears started streaming down her cheeks.

Dick is unfazed by the sight of her tears. He used to feel guilty whenever he saw them, but now his feelings are far from it. “Because I didn’t know he loved me back since the beginning.”

“Since the beginning?”

He nodded. “The beginning way before you came into picture. I’ve been in love with (Y/n) all this time.”

I know it ain’t right

But I don’t care (Care, yeah)

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

After you and Dick won over your arguments with Bruce and Barbara quite easily, you two are now cuddling each other on the couch with your favorite romcom show playing on the TV, although neither of you were paying attention to it as you were talking quietly among yourselves.

Alfred watched from the side with a small smile.

He had scolded and lectured you and Dick about the incident, which you both listened to without a second thought before promising to never do it again, claiming you were each other’s soulmate and that never will you or Dick ever think about cheating on the other. Alfred could see that with the way you two stared at each other lovingly, hands intertwined in a tight hold.

“You know, we started the wrong way but I’d never want this to end the same wrong way.” Dick says, smiling up at you from his place on your chest.

Your free hand stopped twirling a strand of his hair as you look at him incredulously. “Are you serious? I would never even let us end. You know I’ll kill the world if it means I could stop us from ending.”

He laughs softly, moving up to peck your lips. “I know, baby. I would never let us end either.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, this time longer and much deeper.

However, Alfred cleared his throat to break you two apart.

“I desperately hope you would not start anything inappropriate right here on this couch. Please, take it to your room, Master Grayson and Master (L/n).” That earned him a two laughter from you and Dick.

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, baby, girlfriend

With your girlfriend

All the Titans raised their brows upon seeing you and Dick holding each other’s hand out in the public, picking out flavors from the ice cream truck. They even saw Dick lean closer to you when the ice cream lady starts to obviously flirt, possessiveness swarming in the air.

“They’re officially dating.” Stephanie informed with a happy squeal, huge grin plastered on her face.

“Oh, we see.” Kory replies what everyone else had in mind, watching as you roll your eyes at the ice cream lady’s flirty tactics before removing your hand from Dick’s and using it to pull him in by his neck, crashing your lips with his. The lady froze, eyes wide. Dick shamelessly kisses back, before you broke the kiss and lead him away, not sparing her a glance.

“That was such a dick move.” Donna stated when you both approached them.

You shrug, now holding your boyfriend’s hand again. “It’s effective to drive horny bitches away, though.”

The women gasp jokingly in offense while Dawn playfully smacks you on the arm, all of them used to your attitude. You chuckled and returned your attention to Dick, who was already staring at you with a loving gaze.

“Have I told you I love you?” He suddenly asked.

You grinned. “Yes, like a hundred times, but do you still love me even when I’m such an intolerable asshole?”

Dick laughs with a shake of his head. “Yes, I still do.”

“Then I love you too.”

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

With your girlfriend

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fqiryspit · 3 years ago

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𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Summary: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘/𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞?

cw: College!AU, Full smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, getting absolutely railed, Relationship Problems, Love Triangles, Smut, Historia is pregnant with Erens baby, Eren and Y/n are together, Levi is with Petra, Sad sex, Y/n is lowkey depressed, Eren is bad at feelings, Starbucks Levi, Levi is Bad at Feelings, Historia the Hoe, mega toxic, Toxic Eren.

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Chapter 9: 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦

Masterlist

denial

anger

insecurities.

depression.

acceptance

your eye bags didn't go unnoticed as you lazily put on your top

scoffing at yourself, disappointed at what the mirror has to offer, you step out of the bathroom with a trail of steam following you

quickly dolling your hair up into a low bun, you grabbed your bag just for someone to wrap their arms around you, nuzzling their nose into your nape, kissing at the tender skin

"baby? it's 6 in the morning?" his deep husky voice muffed with his head buried into your back

"yeah, I have work" you dully replied

"not till 7...why don't you stay?" his fingers played with the hem of your shirt

"early shift Eren."

"mmm, but...can you come in a little late today?"

"don't be ridiculous Eren." you scoffed and he only laid more of his addictive kissing down your neck

"I won't have anything to do tho"

"go to Historias. I'm sure she'll keep ya busy" you hissed at him

"I want something Historia can't give me" he whispered into your ear, his voice dripping with lust

"You'll figure it out." you said, he groaned and moved away

"baby?" he muttered out. you turn to him, fingers white from gripping the handle of the door

"I love you"

how are you supposed to respond to that?

the word that once made you melt

the word that once made you fall into a forever pit of blushing and butterflies

that word means nothing to you.

a phone ringing.

that's what saved you from lying to your boyfriend.

you walked out of the shared apartment with your shoulder up to your ear, supporting your phone

"Yeah?"

"you bitch."

"fucking hell Mikasa, not now" you snapped at her, pulling at your car handle and placing your phone that was now on speaker on the dashboard

"yes now. you haven't talked to any one of us for 2 WEEKS."

"I've been busy." you shook your head and started your car

"bullshit. now, tell me what's happening"

"Mikasa. I genuinely, really, don't have the fucking time for a recap of my life." you said in a stern tone, she just stayed silent

"Did...Eren do anything-"

"Mikasa I have.to.go" you told her whilst laughter slipping through your tone, confused why she'd still be asking questions when you told her that you don't have the time

you hung up when you pulled into the Starbucks, walking into the cafe with freshly brewed coffee and sickly sweet pastries filled your lungs

"the fucks that smell?" you grumbled as your tied the annoying green apron around your waist

"hazelnut. some lunatic ordered it" Levi answered, chuckling as he clicked the white cap into the coffee

"sounds disgusting." you mumbled

"Tch, petra adores it"

"So you're calling your girlfriend a lunatic? you're a real romantic, Levi." you teased with a hand on your hip, Levi only scoffed

"Speaking of Perta, how's she treatin' ya?" you made conversation to avoid the burning topic

"Well, any moment she gets she accuses me of cheating" he lightly slips an annoyed chuckle

"talking with a woman that wasn't her was off-limits, she even got jealous when I kept saying good morning to the receptionist because I was "being too nice"

"Ah, she's a keeper" You joke

he stays silent. slowly turning to you, letting out a sigh he says,

"Y/n."

"Levi?" you say without looking at him

"What's been happening?" "I swear I'll kill the next person that asks me that." you groaned,

you know your friends all mean well but damn,

already drowning in your problems, you don't need an audience yelling at you to fight when you already lost hope

he stared at you, waiting for you to talk

"I don't know"

"You don't know?"

"I don't know." you dully replied

it was silent for a moment

"Do you still love him?"

"I-"

the song of the ring chiming when the door opened pierced through your ears,

Levi noticed how your eyes clamped shut and your brows furrowed

"Headache?" "Yep" you whispered

8 pm

Your hand gripped the Advil bottle once again, a hand landed on yours, Levi shook his head and just told you to go home

your stripped yourself from that sticky green apron from your body and walked out of the cafe, finally getting fresh air.

were your legs always this weak?

you wondered as you finally got into the house, walking into the bedroom as you collapsed on the bed

one foot scraping against the other to pull off your shoes, you climbed onto the bed to where you slowly drifted to sleep

your puffy eyes opened with a bing coming from your phone, you threw a hand over your eyes and groaned. one eye peered open to see your alarm with the red numbers glaring at you "9:30 pm"

shouldn't he be home?

you thought to yourself, rolling over to be met with your phone.

you sat up and yawned, grabbing your phone to see a message from Eren

Eren: Hey baby, I'm going to be late

usually, you'd feel tears pooling at the edge of your eye but this time...

you didn't care

you just felt empty.

numb at the pain he caused you.

you got up and grabbed your purse, deciding you aren't going to stay here and mope

LEVI'S POV

I opened the door to my apartment to see Petra on the island counter with her thumb tracing the edge of her mug that was filled with steaming hazelnut coffee

"Petra? what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you...but...you were out again" she chuckled the last bit, eyes still on her mug

"Yeah, I was at work...how did you even get inside" I questioned as I hung my coat up

"That's what you care about? I waited here for hours and you don't even want to see me?"

"Petra. I've had a long day, I can't do this"

"Yeah? where?" she questioned as her eyes moved from the cup to my eyes

"Work? I have a job, remember?" "Yeah, with that slut"

"What?" I crossed my arms as my brow perked up

"Your beloved Y/n" She scoffed at me

"Y/n? You're jealous of her?" I slightly chuckled, amused and irritated. I know if I tell her to not call Y/n that it'll only end up in a fight

If it wasn't obvious enough, Perta and I haven't been...good recently

I'm getting tired. being around her is stressful and exhausting

she got pissed when I started working late, she didn't know it was because I'd rather stay at that annoying ass job than spend time with her.

so when she found out my coworker was a woman, she lost it

"Yeah, I'm jealous. I'm jealous because you'd rather spend time with that other woman at work than me"

I grab my head as a pounding headache starts creeping in with her annoying high pitch squeals running through my ears

"Choose. Me or Her" she whined, waiting for me to respond

"You know what. none of you. I'm done. Petra, get out" I snapped at her

"W-what? Levi, you're not thinking straight"

"I am. you get pissy when I'm at work just because my coworker is a girl, you snag my phone out of my hand because 'it must be another woman!' you constantly whine to me about how I'm probably cheating on you, instead of actually spending time with me"

"It's exhausting to be around you."

Petra stared at Levi for a moment just to run out of the apartment with tears welling up in her eyes.

Levi, finally had a moment to breathe and sat down with the weight being lifted from his shoulders

EREN'S POV

Historias hand taunted my waistband as she talked, she soon wrapped her legs around my waist and stared into my eyes

"Eren"

"mhmm," I said as I warmed up to her on my lap

"We- we could actually be a family. just you, me and alma"

"Historia-"

"you can finally leave Y/n and be with us"

I stayed silent

I don't want to be with Historia

I love Y/n, I really do

I honestly don't know why I'm doing this...

Historias a distraction, to keep me busy, nothing more.

so why do I keep coming back to her?

"Historia, Look- we fucked and said it would never happen again"

"And- I...I kept coming back" I hesitantly admitted

"uhuh..." she got distracted, messing with the collar of my shirt

"I should've never done this..." I whispered, but she still obviously heard

"wait, what?"

"It was a mistake...I'm with Y/n..."

her eyes laced with a thin layer of tears as I confessed that,

I was only using her

"B-but you- you said you'd leave her...for me" she grabbed onto my shoulders as tears escaped her blue orbs

"yeah well, I guess I lied"

both men left to look for one woman...

Y/n.

but where was she?

oh nowhere...

just on a toilet of some random convenience store,

staring at the pregnancy test in her grip as the taunting words screamed at her,

"positive.."

Chapter 10

˜"*°•.˜"*°• see you soon •°*"˜.•°*"˜

an: ....................h-heyyy s-shawtyyy.....so.....how's the pregnant life? AHHHhHhh I KNOW IM SORRY but hey, levi isn't with petra! that's positive! -kinda like your test- I- I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! HAPPY EASTER IF YOU CELEBRATE!!! mwauh mwauh MWAUH 😚💞

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manjiroscum · 3 years ago

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blood, guts, and angel cake

— “The pretty lies, the ugly truth.”

Character/s: Bonten!Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani.

Warnings: f!reader, dubcon (consent was given in the end tho), yandere themes, manipulation, curse words, sexual themes, spit roasting, cheating, forced restraining (reader receiving), murder, violence, stalking, kidnapping, gore, a lot of pet names. Caution, the reader has yandere tendencies as well. Minors don't interact.

Note: I don't condone any heinous acts committed below. It is all for fictional purposes. If you don't like what it contains, feel free to skip it.

Synopsis: The saying that birds of the same feather flock together ring with truth. You weren't so different from them as you initially thought.

✃WC: 3.8k

Part 1 | Part 2

Sweet and one who never talks back, it was no surprise that several women in your department would lust after your boyfriend. Who wouldn't when he was kind, compassionate and the perfect gentleman? Certainly, you won't pass up the opportunity to date him. You weren't stupid. So when he asked you out—not letting you exert much effort to capture his attention—your answer was an instant "yes".

Dating for three months, it has been quite peaceful, to say the least. No one dared to come between you and your cute boyfriend—those who did meet fates worse than death. Yet, it was justified. He often bends his own will to keep you happy. Men like him were a rare catch to find in this concrete jungle where a quick fuck would suffice.

You were complacent—sure that the love between you two won't fade away soon even as you refuse to have sex with him to test his patience. What good was his title of being the company's renowned gentleman if he kept urging you, correct? And you always reminded him of your love, explicitly or by secret.

He loved the little sandwiches or cookies you make, eating them without hesitation nor curiosity on what they possibly contained. And by that, you knew it was a match made in heaven.

If he were indeed to pass your test with flying colors, a great reward was waiting for him at the end—teasing and dangling it above his head to keep him interested.

And once this week ends—after the dinner date he proposed this Saturday—you were going to give yourself to him.

"Do you see yourself marrying him, [Y/N]?"

Smiling softly at your co-worker, you shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know. We're taking things slow right now. Plus, we're all average employees... Getting married costs a lot you know." Sipping the iced coffee in your hand, you went quiet as your co-worker continued to ramble about weddings so grand and everything that a fairytale would seem like. Unaware of the stolen stares from a certain man in the corner, eyeing you up and down.

It was when your friend pointed out the creepy action that you caught amethyst irises staring at you intently. His slicked-back hair matched his eyes and the suit he wore was pressed meticulously, not a single wrinkle in sight. He was a handsome man indeed, but the tattoo peeking out of his neck made you go rigid. Quickly, you averted your gaze away and whispered to your friend that it was time to go.

Such an encounter with a dangerous man in a quaint diner—one from the notorious criminal organization called Bonten—was enough to make you shiver as you rode the elevator, getting ready for work. However, you knew those kinds of individuals rarely show themselves in public and often worked under the veil of night. Figuring you won't see him again, the day went on normally. Your sweet boyfriend keeps you occupied from recalling vivid images of the handsome stranger and his striking purple eyes.

You never thought you would see him again, though—especially the next day during lunch break. He was sitting in the exact same spot, a mug of coffee in his hand. Except this time, someone tagged along.

Both of them were wearing suits, giving anyone the impression that they were your average businessmen working in the area if it weren't for the matching ink on their necks. The same violet irises that followed your every move.

They weren't even trying to hide it. And the way that their gaze bore holes into your back made you squirm on your seat each time.

Perhaps it was high time to find another place to have lunch, right?

"Is this seat taken?"

You paused on your thoughts, palms as cold as ice as you glanced up from your phone to stare back at the same purple hues you dreaded to come into eye contact with. The two of them were standing next to you. The tallest gesturing to the two empty seats on your table. Your friend was nowhere as she had to finish her paperwork over break. Your boyfriend? Based on the tracking device you placed on his bag, the map on your phone displayed that he was still in his own office.

In short, you had no one to ask for help if things went south.

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head at his question. The grins on their faces grew as they sat, eyes staring and observing. It was awfully awkward for you, unable to speak or voice out your inquiry as to why they were doing this until the shorter one in stature broke the silence with a smirk on his equally good-looking face.

"You were right, Ran. She is indeed a beauty."

"Of course, I'm right." Ran leaned closer, diminishing the space you kept in check as you inched away. "With a beautiful little lady such as her, you won't have to visit the whore house again."

"I have a boyfriend," you bluntly stated. Brows pinched at his smug expression. "And I have no interest in becoming a replacement for your... whores? I wonder how your mother would feel if she heard that."

The other whose hair was styled in a mullet whistled lowly, pointing at his companion. "She's got a bite, too. Are you sure you could handle this one, brother? Why don't you give her to me?"

So, they are brothers...

Ran rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Rindou. You know there is nothing more exhilarating to me than to tame a brat." Gaze flickering back to you, he chuckled, "I'm always up for a challenge."

You made a face.

Handsome, they were, but their mouths were as dirty as their minds.

"And if she turns out to be good, I have no qualms of sharing her," Ran added, which made his brother shake his head. "What do you say, darling? Wanna come with us and have a good time? Maybe you'll prefer us over your boring boyfriend."

Heaving a sigh, you propped your chin on your hand with narrowed eyes.

"The fact that you two are talking about me as if I'm not sitting next to you—as if I'm just an object—is enough reason for me to avoid your advances." Clicking your tongue, you continued as if your fear flew out the window. Forgetting for a moment, that these men were a part of the nefarious Bonten gang. "Besides, there is no way you could offer me a good time—most men who say that do the opposite all the time. All bark but no bite. How would I know what you're telling me is true?"

Instead of answering you, Ran fished for something in the pockets of his suit jacket. A business card was given to you. All black with only the address and a logo of an angel in a seductive pose printed on the front. You took it hesitantly, confused.

"Go to that address and meet us there this coming Saturday," Ran purred, leaning close to blow into your ear. Goosebumps littered the skin of your nape and arms. "If you go, you'll know we mean business." Taking a few strands of your hair, he pressed it against his nose and inhaled the scent of your shampoo. It was enough to intoxicate him—more potent than the strongest liquor. You were a piece of heaven he was more than willing to keep—sweeter than cake.

He wanted more, but he knew better than to scare off his prey.

He had to lure you into their den first. But if you weren't willing, then relying on force was the answer.

"It's best that you do, angel," Rindou added lowly, gaze lingering on your neck as he licked his front teeth at the thought of marking it. "Don't keep us waiting. I like you so it would be such a shame if you pass up this opportunity while we're being nice."

"You heard him." Leaning back, Ran winked at your wide-eyed expression. "See you there, princess."

Of course, you wouldn't. Who'd be stupid and go to a sketchy address to meet suspicious people you only just met? Could you even consider this a proper meeting when they barged into your private space without warning?

All you did was stare at their backs as they walked out of the diner, finally leaving you alone with your jumbled thoughts. The thumping of your heart slows down to its normal rhythm, lungs expelling the air you were holding in.

Would it be a sin to say, though, that despite their crass words and shameless flirting, they do have the talent to make any woman's heart flutter?

You didn't show up, putting the request at the back of your mind as you waited for your boyfriend to pick you up from your apartment. But at the last minute, he had to bail.

Frustration ran through the course of your veins as you yanked the pearl necklace off of your neck. The shiny circular objects flew across the room as you huffed in annoyance.

What could possibly be more important than you? Surely he could turn down a meeting, correct? Wasn't he looking forward to this day?

All the while, as you waited for the dinner date to come, Ran and Rindou's form of showing affection materialized as gifts since that day, reminding you of them despite your efforts in forgetting that fateful encounter. Ranging from mountains of roses to designer clothes.

And today, after spending the entire evening and Sunday brooding about your boyfriend's no-show act, your co-workers gushed at the gift sitting on your desk—one that came without fail every morning.

They were curious as to who was your secret admirer—admirers, you correct to yourself—and how you met them. One even thought it was your sweet naive boyfriend until they laid eyes on the baby pink Birkin bag. There was no way he could afford it even if he were to save up for three years and they knew that.

"Who is it, [Y/N]? Do you know who it is?"

"Silly, there isn't even a card or anything to reveal their identity. That's why it's a secret admirer!"

"How I wish someone could give me a Birkin too!"

Palms growing sweaty, you hid the gift under your desk as numerous questions raced through your mind as to how they figured out where you were working, where your desk was... How they managed to enter the company without arousing suspicion. Do they even know your full name at this point? They must know—how else would they know what company you worked in and where your work desk was located?

Terrifying. It terrified your wits at how easy it was for them to obtain your information. At this time, you were too scared to ask yourself what they do not know about you.

"Babe, are you okay?"

For once, your boyfriend wasn't swamped with paperwork. Using this chance to make amends for his absence last Friday. He joined you for lunch at a restaurant further away from the company in fear of catching Ran and Rindou's attention. You never went back to the diner and you had no plans to.

"Yeah, I'm good." Shooting him a reassuring grin, you stood up and pointed in the direction of the restrooms. "Let me go and freshen up for a bit before the food arrives."

However, before you could reach the doorknob, an overwhelming smell was forced into your nostrils. Handkerchief laced with Chloroform was pressed against your nose, muffling your screams. It didn't take too long for you to blackout and fall into the waiting arms of Rindou Haitani.

Waking up in an unknown room has never been scarier, what more after you recalled how you were brought here. Hands and legs tied by a rope, you found yourself on what seemed to be a bed. A whine escaped your lips at the stinging pain around your wrists as well as your back after having been lying down for god knows how long.

"Shh... what's wrong, angel?" Rindou cooed, emerging from the shadows, and was instantly by your side, and gently massaged your wrist after seeing the red marks marring the supple flesh. Eyes wide at the sight of him, your curse under your breath as you try and wiggle your wrists. Rindou shook his head at your attempt to release yourself.

"Tsk, as much as I want to remove those, you might run away from us. Catching and bringing you here was already a pain in the fucking ass, so..." Breath fanning your quivering lips, he smiled sadistically. "If you promise to be a good girl, I'll remove those restraints. What do you say, hm?"

Figuring it to be better than the current humiliating position you were in, you gave him a small nod. "P-please... Don't hurt me. I'll do anything, just don't kill me—"

"Kill you?" Joining his brother, Ran stood a few feet away from the bed, smoking a cigarette, you were laying on as Rindou started untying the rope around your wrists. "Why on earth would we do that, darling? Because you didn't show up when we told you to? Don't paint us like those monsters, [Y/N]..." Bending down, he grabbed you by your jaw, blowing the smoke to your face, and smirked. "We're much scarier."

"I thought we wouldn't do anything yet?" Rindou questioned, brow perked at his older brother's statement. "Shouldn't we let her decide first? Show her why we are better than her bastard of a boyfriend in the other room."

"W-what have you done to him?" Seeing concern flood through your eyes made both of them click their tongues in disapproval. "You won't hurt him, would you? He hasn't done anything!"

Throwing the ropes that bound you to the side, Rindou chuckled at how distraught you were. What did you see in your boyfriend to have you reacting this way? Still, it was entertaining to see you all helpless.

"Angel, you won't be worrying about scumbags like him once you see the photos we have."

"P-photos?"

Sitting up straight, you took the photos which Ran held out like free candy. Fingers trembling at what it may contain, you inhaled sharply at the colorful shots of your boyfriend and a woman walking in the streets of Tokyo. And that wasn't all.

They were kissing—hugging like they were newlyweds who couldn't stray afar from each other. Laughing the night away as if you never existed in your boyfriend's life.

"Are you sure you still want to date this motherfucker?" Rindou whispered; his index finger gliding on the expanse of your back and gripping the zipper of your top. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his cool lips kiss the sensitive flesh there, trailing down with his tongue tasting you. Unclasping your black bra, he bit back a moan as he pushed it away to resume his descent. He then stopped at the cloth of your pencil skirt. "Not only does he cheat behind your back with one woman—he has been sleeping with multiple women even before you two were dating officially. A real fucker who doesn't deserve you nor your little heart."

"B-but I love him... I always try to remind him that every single day..." you mumbled more to yourself. Rindou laughed, fingers now hovering on the zipper of your pencil skirt before pulling it down. Ran stepped up in front of you to remove your shirt, but halfway through it, you pulled back and cover your breasts that were about to be exposed to their hungry violet hues.

Steadfast on the belief that your boyfriend wouldn't commit the sort of treason they were accusing him of, you felt your whole world shatter at their words. After everything you did to keep competition away and have him focus solely on you—after planting a tracking device and monitoring him without his knowledge—there was no way he was seeing another woman. No way!

"T-these are photoshopped... right? Tell me these aren't real!" you almost screamed, throwing away the photos as tears start to stream down your cheeks at the image of your boyfriend with other women. Clasping the hem of Ran's suit jacket, you shook your head in denial, uncaring of how your tits bounced at the action. The movement did not go unnoticed to the elder brother, the image now ingrained into his mind and went straight to his hardening cock. "If you really do care about me, tell me the truth... Tell me!"

"Darling, why would we ever lie to you?" Palm cupping your cheek, he leaned down to kiss your forehead with a coo. "There's no way to photoshop his traitorous actions. If you still don't believe it... perhaps you want to see a video of him entering a love motel with one of his women?"

"Be rational, angel," Rindou muttered, successfully peeling the shirt off of you along with your black bra. Your nipples grew stiff after it was exposed to the cold atmosphere of the room. With a yelp, you tried to cover them up but Ran was faster than you—gripping your hands to keep you from hiding your beautiful tits.

"Darling, just accept the truth that he cheated on you," Ran urged, capturing your lips into a heated kiss. Squirming at his tight hold on you, a muffled groan was all you could make as you tried to pull back from the dizzying kiss and Ran's warm tongue invaded your mouth. The taste of liquor and cigars was strong in his mouth, it made your head spin. All the while, Rindou pinched your hard nipples, earning a squeak from you.

"Now that you know... what do you intend to do, princess?" Rindou mumbled into the crook of your neck as he planted a few kisses there. "Do you still want him? Or would you rather be with us? I promise we will treat you so much better than any man could." Licking the flesh under your ear, he then bit your earlobe. Hands pulled down your pencil skirt until it pooled around your hips, enough for his slender digits to dip into your lace panties where your damp cunt was waiting. Rubbing your clit, Rindou hummed at your arousal despite how you attempted to fight off their advancements. Your body was definitely betraying you. He let out a hiss at how warm it was inside you, pushing in a finger as he marveled at how tight you were.

"Just say the word, angel, and you will be ours as we will be yours—forever. You'd want that, won't you? To be fucked like a slut by two men? He wouldn't be able to spoil you as we can. Fuck you like we can."

And if you didn't like that, they would make you like it. If they couldn't have you, no one will.

"Darling..." Ran moaned into your mouth, lapping up the droll at the corner of your lips. He longed for this day to come and here you were, finally within his grasp. If he could plunge his aching cock into your velvet walls right now, he'll die a happy man.

Speechless, your whole body went still as you processed the new information. In the eyes of the brothers, you were vulnerable and pliable under their heavy gaze. As much as you wanted to run, you couldn't deny your little dark heart of the feeling of having two dangerous men wrapped around your thumb. What was your boyfriend good for anyway? He has been cheating behind your back, fucking other women despite saying you were the only one he has ever loved. If anything, you should hate his fucking guts. Paint a pretty picture with his blood and guts and give it to one of his whores as a present. Probably even pluck out an eyeball and use it as a golf ball during the company trip scheduled next week.

They were right.

Your boyfriend was a bastard who doesn't deserve you or your twisted heart filled with love that rivaled the depth of the ocean.

"Then... do as you please," you whispered after you pulled away from Ran's kiss, pulling on his necktie to bring him closer as you stared at him with lust-filled eyes. How long has it been since you had a cock in your pussy? You had been abstaining ever since you fell for your cheating boyfriend and now? All that effort has been put to waste. Right now, you wanted to quell the desire between your legs and just have the brothers rail you until tomorrow. Denying these devilishly handsome men seemed like a sin now. And you would rather have them than your traitorous boyfriend in the other room. "I don't care about him anymore. Kill him if you must, but I'd rather bathe in shit than accept his pathetic excuses."

Ran and Rindou practically beamed at your words, wasting no time to undress you fully and take their turns in pounding your needy cunt that was dripping with slick. You didn't bother to cover your moans, almost screaming for more—hoping for your boyfriend to hear you getting fucked by Ran as Rindou shoved his dick down your throat, thrusting hard as he fisted your hair.

"God, she's taking me like a trained slut!"

"Her cunt is so fucking tight, too. Almost like a virgin's!" Ran groaned, pinching your clit that made you almost cream around his cock. "Bet you would want to be stuffed full, huh? No worries, princess. We will do just that—every day if we must—a testimony of our love!"

Pussy clenching around Ran's cock, your eyes rolled back at the delicious high you were close to reaching. Almost braindead due to the brothers' fat cocks abusing your holes, you missed the firing of a gunshot in the other room and the muffled screams of your boyfriend until the light of life left his eyes—unable to tell you that the Haitani brothers blackmailed him. Unable to tell you how those photos were staged and how their obsession for you was borderline insane. That you had to get out of their web of deceit.

But of course, dead men tell no tales.

And you, with your cunt still leaking of Ran and Rindou's cum all mixed together, blissfully sleeping in their bed while the eldest brother scanned the apps on your phone.

The smirk on his lips grew wide as he found the tracking app you installed—the same app he and Rindou had on their phones that they used to track you. The red dot still pulsing on the screen, signaling where your boyfriend's abandoned bag was.

"I knew it. She's one of us, after all."

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