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CRASH ft. Wonyoung
wonyoung x male reader smut
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When she wanted to be (and it was often), Jang Wonyoung could be a real fucking bitch.
If you were to ask her, sheâd probably say the same about you.
And yet, that doesnât stop her from calling you in the middle of the night, slurring about some shit with her manager, telling (not asking) you to come pick her up.
Youâre inclined to recommend that she fuck off and find her own way home.
But of course, you donât. (You never do).
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âSorry boys, my rideâs here!â
Thereâs a collective groan of disappointment that ripples through the crowd thatâs formed up behind Wonyoung; each face falling one after another as they realise that ultimately none of them get to be the lucky suitor that takes her home.
Moths around a flame, unable to do anything but watch as she sashays through the neon haze towards your car. Hips sway with a drunken grace, a dangerously short skirt dances around her thighs, high heels strapped to her feet make her legs seem endless.
Itâs a view, thatâs for sure.
It probably makes the pain of rejection a little more bearable, makes them forget that theyâre being abandoned on the sidewalk with all the rest of the has-beens and âwho the fuck were you again?â
Her ���co-workersâ, technically. Some you recognise, most you donât. But theyâre all basically the same insecure douchebag in a different shade of overpriced streetwear.
Youâd probably be doing the world a public service if you were to steer your car onto the pavement and run them all down.
Itâs an idea you entertain a little. Doing it would really ruin her night.
Thatâd almost make it worth the dent it would put in your brand-new car.
Still, you canât completely blame the gaggle of potential casualties, not really.
Itâs Wonyoung.
Girls like her are the reason they invented the word âidolâ in the first place, because calling her âprettyâ or âhotâ is like calling the Mona Lisa âa nice portraitâ.
It doesnât even begin to cover it.
Like the starlet she is, Wonyoung waits until sheâs at your car to make her grand exit. A turn to her adorers and a final goodbye: a casual flick of her wrist, a sweet, flirty smile and a blink-and-youâll-miss-it wink thatâll have them deep in their group chats ranting about how they definitely had a moment with the Jang Wonyoung.
You just roll your eyes. Youâve seen that wink a hundred times.
You know exactly how much itâs worth.
After all, itâs your car that sheâs climbing into, slamming the door behind her like itâs her name on the registration; leaving behind her new fan club with nothing but their dicks in their hands and their heads swimming with fantasies of what totally could have happened.
Youâre no better though, are you? The second she slides into the passenger seat, youâre judging the shortness of her skirt, eyes greedily tracing the length of her thighs, all the way up to a hint of lace thatâs destined to be ruined later.
Youâre not subtle. And in that outfit, sheâs not either.
âWhat took you so long? I swear to God Iâm going to punch the next guy that asks me âhow much of a baddie I really amâ.â
No thank yous, no pleasantries, not even a look in your direction.
To think that you used to be impressed by how quickly she could drop the act: gone is the sugary sweetness that sheâd fooled those simps with back at the club; the pretty, airheaded, âlucky Vickyâ. As fake and useless as the glasses resting on the bridge of her perfectly shaped nose.
Next to you is the real Wonyoung, the one that youâve become intimately familiar with: intimidatingly smart, unfathomably hot, and all too aware of how dangerous a woman those two traits made her.
âWhy is this car black? I thought I told you to get the red?â
You glare at her. The gall on this woman.
âWhat are you waiting for? Drive.â
Barely a minute in and sheâs setting a personal best record for time taken to piss you off; impatiently kicking off her heels, tossing them over her shoulder and into the back seat (of again: your car, not hers).
You can be just as childish: you slam your foot down, pedal to the floor, wheels screeching, and you peel off into the night. The acceleration forces Wonyoung back into her seat, scrambling for her seat belt, yelling, âWhat the fuck?â
Now sheâs looking at you. Youâre casual, offering, âOh, sorry, did I scare the passenger princess?â
âYouâre an asshole.â
âYeah, and youâre welcome,â you grumble, slowing to a more reasonable (legal) speed as you turn onto the highway. âRemind me, when was it that I started operating a taxi service for wasted idols?â
âOh, Iâm so sorry.â She rolls her eyes, puts her hands together, bows her head down low. Rich, coming from someone whoâs never had to genuinely apologise for anything in her life. âDidnât realise washed-up trainees had such precious schedules.â
Itâs a low blow, her go-to insult for you. Nothing youâre not used to; itâs been years of this, after all.
Years of Wonyoung, the living reminder of your biggest failure, making your life her personal pet project. Years of her smugness, of her flaunting her success in your face, of her demanding more from you, demanding better.
Years of you pushing back, pushing her, and somehow always ending up in the same place, the same bed, the same tangled mess of sweat and spite.
To think it all started when you saw her across that shitty practice room and one of you (you forget who, though it was probably her) said the wrong thing at the wrong time, and it was pure hate at first sight.
âCouldnât get literally anyone else? Donât you have friends?â You throw the question out there, keeping your eyes on the road, and not down at her legs, crossing and uncrossing, teasing and taunting. Â Itâs a herculean taskâsheâs practically ninety percent leg anyway; so fucking easy to admire, so right wrapped around your waist.
âTrust me, I tried. None of the girls have their license, I definitely canât call someone from the company, and the last time I tried to get a taxi the fucker recognised me and threatened to leak my address. So that leaves me with you,â Wonyoung sighs. âThe last resort.â
âWow, what an honour,â is your reply. Youâre still not lookingânot sneaking glances at her stomach, as she stretches in your passenger seat.
As an exercise, you pretend she doesnât exist. Pretend that the hem of her shirt isnât rising up, peeling back to grace you with a glimpse of her midriff, that waist, her abs tight and exerted after a night spent out on a dance floor.
It nearly worksâfor a second, you forget youâre supposed to be annoyed at her.
Right until Wonyoung laughs. Not that fake, high-pitched giggle that she knows you find so grating. No, this has an edge to it, a bite that she reserves just for you. âDonât pretend like you werenât waiting for me to call. Or were you in the middle of jerking it to my fancams again?â
Thereâs the memory, the one loss in territory you havenât quite recovered from. (A reminder: be less blasĂŠ about what you choose to name your saved playlists.)
You fire back with, âYujinâs actually, but nice try.â
âWhatever, pervert.â Your attempt at a riposte doesnât work, itâs dismissed, leaving Wonyoung satisfied that sheâs won this exchange.
As for her prize, she does what she always doesâgets touchy with your property.
She busies herself, fiddling with the touchscreen on your dashboardââWhat the fuck is this playlist?â and 'Why do you listen to this group? You know all those girls are absolute bitches, right?â.
âStop that.â You reach over to slap her wrist before she starts getting too ambitious and messes with the temperature controls again.
"Hey!â Wonyoung yelps, recoiling, and then pauses. You turn to her, see her annoyingly flawless features scrunch up in disgust as she asks, âWhatâs that smell?â
You curse under your breath as you realise whatâs coming. Wonyoungâs frustratingly sensitive when it comes to scents; sheâs got a nose like a bloodhoundâand a penchant for sticking it in the parts of your life she doesnât belong.
Sheâs gone as far as 'giftingâ you every perfume youâve owned, every body wash, every shampoo, even your fucking laundry detergent.
Just another way sheâs tried to take over your life.
You give your own car a whiff, if only to see if this is just another case of Wonyoung being a brat.
It doesnât smell bad at all.
In fact, it smells sweet. Too sweet.
âEw, seriously, what is that? Is that you?â
Youâre too slowâsheâs got your forearm now. For someone that looks so delicate sheâs got a grip like a vice. She brings your wrist up to her nose, sniffing, making her way higher up your arm.
âLet it go, Wonyoung.â
Sheâs not listening at all, unbuckling her seat belt, leaning over the console, pulling herself closer to you, pushing her body against yours. Whatever little respect Wonyoung had for your personal space is gone; her nose is on your neck, her breath hot against your skin.
âIt smells likeâŚâ She pauses, getting even closer, taking a deep inhale as she tries to place the fragrance. âWhy do you smell like a whore?â
Her voice is low, coloured with a barely noticeable slur. You can feel it: the powder keg about to explode, Wonyoung getting ready to go from zero to a hundred. So, you deflect, âSure youâre not smelling yourself?â
âFuck you, I donât use that cheap shit,â she snaps. âYou fucked someone tonight, didnât you?â
You donât reply. Itâs not like you owe her one, anywayâsheâs not your girlfriend, youâre not her boyfriend, you two areâŚ
Rivals, mortal enemies, fuck-buddies, friends-with-benefits (except without the whole friendship part).
(Take your pick, call it whatever you want, or in Wonyoungâs case: donât call it anything at all.)
âWhoâwho was it this time?â Wonyoungâs fingers tighten around your arm, and thereâs that spark in her eyes.
Every chance she gets, sheâll insist she gives so few fucks about your personal life, but one mention of another woman and sheâs diving right in the mud, for once not hiding the fact that she may actually give a shit about you.
Itâs probably why you do it.
âWhoâs the slut dumb enough to spread her legs for you?â
Now itâs your turn to avoid her gaze, to pretend that having her this close isnât doing wild things to your heartrate. You make an unforced error: âNone of your business.â
âSo you did fuck someone.â Her hand moves down your arm, dragging her fake acrylics across your skin until they find purchase in your thigh, digging in hard enough to make you flinch. âYou fucked someone I know didnât you. WhoâŚâ Sheâs reading you, trying to find the answer somewhere in the stress lines of your face. âHyewon. Yena. Yuri. I swear if it was fucking Eunbi, Iâm going toââ
âGoing to what?â You challenge. You know this game. Youâve played it beforeâevery damn time she gets like this (and you know where it leads). âGoing to lie to me about your own personal survival show back there?â
Wonyoung scoffs. Itâs a throaty sound that seems almost foreign coming from herâtoo impolite, too uncouth for the elegant, refined image sheâs painstakingly cultivated. But she makes it anyway, because sheâs had a few too many drinks and youâre the only one whoâs around to see her like thisâraw, unfiltered. âThose losers? Iâm not like you, bringing home every pair of tits that strokes your ego.â
âGood to know that Iâm special then,â you smirk, but sheâs not smiling back.
No, sheâs just looking at you, in that annoying, Wonyoung way. Itâs those big, doe eyes of hers that youâve seen do so much damage beforeâmake men bend over backwards, light themselves on fire just to get her to look their way. âYou wish.â
You push on, push her just a little bit. âDrop the act, Wony. I wasnât your last resortâIâm the only one you even considered. You needed your daddyâisnât that what you were calling me before?â
âI never said that.â
âWonyââ
âAnd if I did, Iâll never say it again,â she declares, before emphasising. âNever. Again.â
But you know her better than that. You know her lies just as well as she knows yours; itâs in the quickness of her response, the defensivenessâthe vulnerability.
âI doubt that,â you say, making the most of the tiny crack in Wonyoungâs armour. âI remember you screaming it. Had you cumming like a fountainâruined a perfectly good set of sheets, you know?â
âYouâre disgusting,â she hisses, but sheâs got the same memories in her headâthat same night, so similar to this one (so similar to every night before).
The fighting, the fucking, the endless cycle of pushing each otherâs button until one of you snaps.
âAnd what about you? You got here awfully quick for two in the morning,â she says. Her handâs still on your thigh, less nails, more fingertips now, tracing patterns through the denim of your jeans. âCouldnât bear the thought of me with someone else, could you? Lie to meâtell me that you werenât waiting to get your hands on me again.â
Your denial dies before it even makes it past your lipsâyour own body turns traitor on you, provoked by her hand rising higher. Thereâs a smile as Wonyoung finds what she was looking for, the proof in the stretching of your jeans, the outline of your cock begging for more of her attention.
âAt least this part of you is honest,â she muses, fingers dancing around your growing stiffness.
You grit your teeth, doing your best to keep the car steady, managing to grind out, âPlease. Itâs like you said, any decent pair of tits does it for me. Even your tiny ones get the job done.â
Her hand freezes on your thighâyouâve hit a nerve, hit that dark part of her thatâs so desperate for validation. âYou think you can replace me? Find someone else to fill your sad, lonely nights?â
Sheâs closer now, her breath against your neck, her fingers drumming a beat right over where the head of your cock is. Itâs a heady feeling, one that you hate and crave all at once.
âWas she even good?â
You know what sheâs really asking: Was she better than me?
And you know the answer: How could anyone be?
But you donât say that. You donât need to. Instead, you reply, âItâs not a competition.â
âEverythingâs a competition.â
Wonyoungâs hand relaxes, nails retreating from your thigh, leaving you flustered and fighting against the constraints of your own jeans. She settles back into her seat, having done her damage.
And for a moment, silence reigns inside your car, allowing you to actually focus on the road. Not that it really matters, you know the route to her apartment by heartâyou could drive it blindfolded if need be. Itâs just a welcome distraction to avoid dealing with the state sheâs left you in.
The quiet survives a beat, two, and then Wonyoungâs squirming, shifting in the passenger seat.
And then she does it again.
And again.
You should keep your eyes aheadâyou need to keep your eyes ahead.
You know exactly what youâre going to find if you look over at her.
Thatâs the problem with you and Wonyoung. You know each other too well. Your likes, your dislikes. What gets you off. What makes you mad.
What drives you fucking wild.
And yet, because youâre a sucker for punishment, you still risk a glance, and see Wonyoung, leaning back in her seat, her hand sliding up her own thigh, so casually drifting up her soft, bare skin, higher and higher.
The skirt rises, inch by torturous inch, and itâs those pantiesâthe same set that was around her ankles the last time you had her bent over your couch, swearing sheâd hate you forever. The same set thatâs probably already soaked, just waiting for you to rip them off again.
You have to tell her to stop, to keep her hands to herself, to not do this to you, not now. Not while youâre trying to keep you both on the fucking road. But your mouth is dry, and all you can manage is a choked, âWonyoungââ
Her fingers have slid past the hem of her skirt, now playing with the lace thatâs the only barrier between her and open air. Sheâs biting into the plumpness of her bottom lip, staring at you, expecting your full attention, even now. Thereâs no subtlety with her, there never is, itâs one of the few things Wonyoungâs bad at.
You swallow hard, finding your voice. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
âMaking myself comfortable,â she says, a little breathy now, as her fingers slip under the lace. âYou got a problem with it?â
Thereâs the flash of skin, a gasp as her fingers find purchase between her folds. Sheâs so wet that you can hear itâthe slickness of her arousal, the quiet sound of fabric sliding against her skin.
Youâre straining, gripping the steering wheel so hard itâs a miracle it doesnât snap in two. Her handâs dipping lower, her finger sliding inside herself; not deep, not yet, just teasing. Enough to make you want to pull over, to grab her and throw her on the hood of your car, to show her exactly why youâre the only she thinks about when sheâs lonely and desperate.
But you donât, despite the way your body is begging for you to do something, anything, to ease the ache in your cock.
Because if you stop, itâs over. You know how this endsâor rather, you know how sheâll want it to end. Sheâll want you to apologise for even being in the proximity of another woman, sheâll want you to beg for her forgiveness so that she might bestow upon you the privilege of touching her again.
If youâre lucky, she just might let you. But only if you play her games.
So you drive faster.
You push the speed limit, weaving through the mostly empty streets. Â Youâre racing to a finish line, except all thatâs waiting at the end of it is the taste of Wonyoung on your tongue, the feeling of her wrapped around you, the sweet victory of making her scream.
Itâs hellâignoring the sound of her pleasure, the wetness of her fingers working in and out of herself. Thereâs glimpses of her in the corner of your eye, sheâs still watching you. Sheâs enjoying this, loving every second of it.
âWhatâs wrong?â She asks, oh-so-innocently, even though she doesnât expect an answerâshe just likes to hear her own voice. âGetting distracted? Itâs a long, long way back to my place. No one can blame you if you need to give up and pull over.âÂ
Wonyoungâs getting bolder now, pulling her skirt up to her waist, parting her legs for you, so you can see her hand moving faster, her hips rising to meet her own touch. So you can hear her, hear the fucking sound of each stroke of her fingers inside her, punctuated each time by a wet slap of her palm against her cunt, reverberating through the car, taunting you.
âYou want it, donât you?â She throws the question out so casually, like of course itâs only natural for her to be fingering herself in your car, of course she should be doing everything in her power to make you want to drive into a fucking wall. âI can tell, youâre so desperate to touch me. Definitely going to die if you donât fuck me soon. Maybe even right here, right now?â
Your foot slips and the car swerves a littleâitâs not much, but itâs enough to let her know that youâre losing focus, that sheâs winning.
âCareful,â she laughs. âYou wouldnât want to crash before we get to the fun part.â
âYou canât wait until we get back to your place?â You finally ask, the question burning in your throat.
âNo. You need to be reminded that youâre-ah-mine,â comes Wonyoungâs answer. âYouâre going to fuck me anyway, so why not-mmph-why not save us both the trouble and get started on my own?â
âYou donât own me, Wonyoung.â
To that, Wonyoung raises a carefully sculpted eyebrow.
Itâs not even worth a proper reply. Without a word, Wonyoung reclines back into her seat and snaps open the buttons of her shirt, nonchalantly revealing the swell of her breasts, the darkened peaks of her nipples.
No braâtheyâre just there. Right there, in your faceâthose tiny, round, perky tits that youâve had in your hands, that youâve had between your teeth, that youâve covered with your cum more times than you can count.
Sheâs not shy about itânever has beenâarching her back, pushing her breasts out even further. Itâs the confidence from knowing every other idol (hell, every other woman in the world) would sell their soul to have a body like hers. So why the fuck not flaunt it?
âSomehow, I donât think thatâs true,â she says, reaching up to her chest. A palm finds her tits, pinching and rolling the sensitive nubs, making them nice and red and swollen for you.
Sheâs moving faster now, grinding down on her own hand, teeth sinking down into her bottom lip so deep youâre surprised she hasnât drawn blood. Her breaths are getting shorter and shorter, sheâs so close, sheâs so fucking turned on, sheâs so hot it hurts.
Her eyes remain fixed on you; seeing you struggle only makes her hotter, spurs her to circle her clit faster. Sheâs drinking you inâthe tightness of your jaw, the way your eyes canât decide whether to keep on the road or on her, the way you swallow, trying (and failing) to keep it together.
The worst part of it all is this wicked smile thatâs settled on her lips; thoughts of wiping it off her face with your cock flash through your mind. Sheâs just so fucking smug about it, so sure of herself.
And maybe she should be.
âAdmit it,â Wonyoung purrs. âAdmit that you need me.â
âWhy would I? Youâre just a convenient hole to fill.â Itâs not true, of course. Youâve never believed it; none of the hundred times youâve said it to her beforeâand sheâs never once been fooled.
Wonyoung is back in your ear, âYouâre a bad liar.â
Her handâs returned to your thigh, teasing closer and closer to where you really want it to be. You grunt a weak, âWonyoung, if you think thatâs going to workââ
But she doesnât listen (she never does).
She reaches for the bulge in your pants, far too quick for you to stop her from wrapping her fingers around you, from taking a hold of you and squeezing.
âSee?â She whispers, thick with satisfaction, feeling you throb in her grip. âYouâre already about to burst. You canât resist me. No one can.â
Youâre not backing down. Youâve got your own pride to think of, after all. âSave it for your fan club.â
Wonyoungâs never been one to take no for an answer. Her hand moves with purpose, sliding over your zipper and giving it a forceful tug. The sound rings through the car, and itâs an out of body experience; itâs all in slow motion as she pulls out your hard, aching cock.
Fuck.
âLast chance to pull over.â Wonyoung takes a hold of you, fingers curling around your cock with a firm grip that leaves no room for doubtâsheâs not letting go until she gets what she wants. âWho knows what will happen if you keep driving like this. Wouldnât want to ruin these expensive leather seats with your cum, now would we?â
âNot a fucking chance.â
âYour funeral,â she answers, her smile widening into a full-blown grin as she starts to move, stroking you, her hand gliding up and down your shaft with familiar ease. âOr ours, I guess.â
Sheâs not making it easyâthereâs the slow, deliberate pumps, her thumb circling the head, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin. Itâs so natural for her, so goddamn good.Â
âAre you sure you can handle this?â Wonyoungâs question hangs in the air, joining the sound of her fist pumping your cock, the squish of her own fingers plunging in and out of her cunt. Itâs a taunting metronome, the more you try to ignore her, the tighter she squeezes, the fastest she strokes you, the louder she moans in your ear. âAre you sure you can handle me?â
âIâve done it before and I can do it again,â you grit out. âYouâre going to be the one begging for it in the end. Like always.â
She huffs, and youâve found your mark. âOh, really? You think youâre so much better than me? You think you can just ignore me like that?â
âBetter than you? Easily,â you answer. âYouâre just a pretty face and a pair of legs that canât keep itself shut.â
That makes her stroke you harder, tighter now, firmer, sheâs trying to make this hurt. âIs that what you tell yourself?â
âWhat gives you the impression I even think about you at all?â
âOh, I know it keeps you up at nightâthinking about me, wondering if Iâm thinking about you, wondering if any other slut can make you feel the way I do,â Wonyoungâs leaning on you, chin propped up on your shoulder, a devil in your ear. âYou hate it, donât you? You hate that itâs my cunt that you canât get out of your head, that itâs my pretty lips that you need so badly around your cock.â
"Are you sure youâre not just projecting, Wony?â You ask, glancing down to her hand between her legs, her fingers deep in her folds, her cunt dripping with juices and making a small puddle beneath her. âLook at how wet you are at just the thought of having my cock back between your pretty lips again.â
âFuck you.â Wonyoungâs panting, short harsh breaths. Thereâs no conviction in her voice, no denial to be foundâthis dance of spite and lust has her so fucking heated. All of itâthe hate, the competition, the push and pull: itâs all just foreplay. âYouâre nothing to me. Nothing but a back-up plan, a toy I play with when Iâm bored.â
âNow whoâs a bad liar.â
âGo fuck yourââ
You donât let her finish her insult. Youâre tired of the back and forth, the games, the fucking power plays. You take your hand off the steering wheel, grabbing her by the hair, wrenching her head up to meet your eyes.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâreââ Wonyoungâs mistake is opening her mouth in protestâyou push her face down onto your cock; not giving her a chance to argue, not giving her a chance to do anything but suck you dry like the skinny little slut she is.
She chokes, hacks a cough as you plunge your cock down her throat, her nose meeting your waist, and it nearly has you emptying into her mouth then and there.
Turns out, sheâs right.
You do need this. Need to feel her perfect, pouty lips on you again, her teeth grazing against your skin, her tongue giving in and worshipping you like sheâs never done with anyone else.
You keep a hand wrapped up in a fistful of her hair, but you donât even need to hold her downâshe doesnât fight you, doesnât even make the slightest noise of protest. No, she just takes it; never mind how much her eyes water, her mouth drools.
âFuck,â youâre moaning before you can think better of it, and just like that, youâre conceding the smallest victory to her.
And it makes her smile around your cock.
You grunt in response; buck your hips, feed her your cock, make her gag (make her regret it).
You donât ease up, because if thereâs one thing you know about Wonyoung (one thing you know about fucking Wonyoung), itâs that the most insulting thing you can do to her is to take it easy on her.
Just fuck her face and behold the sight of Wonyoung taking your cock. God, her pretty lips wrapped around you, her throat bulging at your length, her teary eyes staring up at you with a mix of defiance and something thatâs eerily close to adoration.
It almost makes you forget that youâre supposed to be driving, and it takes a honk from a car behind you and a smile and a curt nod from Wonyoung to remind you of the world rushing by outside.
You pull your eyes back to the road, both hands on the steering wheel to right the car back on track, barely escaping death by deepthroat.
Wonyoung laughs around your cock, a muffled sound that sends vibrations up your shaft. You try to ignore it, but sheâs already seizing the opportunity, taking full advantage of the distraction to push down on her own accord, to take you deepâto start properly sucking.
You swerve again.
Her mouth is absolute heaven, pure and simpleâsheâs a fucking master at this. Your cockâs been in her mouth so many times before that she could probably write an instruction manual on exactly how to make you come unglued.
Too much all at onceâyouâre groaning now, unable to help it. Sheâs not even trying that hard; just taking your cock between her lips, sliding it all the way down her throat, a few gentle licks here, a swirl of her tongue there, but itâs more than enough. Itâs what keeps you coming back. No one else feels like thisâno one else has mapped out your cock like she hasâevery inch, every vein.
Itâs the rhythm that sheâs got down to a science: how fast to take you, how much pressure to apply, when to break from her pace to keep you teetering on the edge.
You can feel her eyes on you, scanning you for any sign of weaknessâthis is precisely where she wants to be. Like this was her decisionâlike everything leading up to this was part of some messed up strategy to provoke you, to make sure that your cock ended up in her mouth.
You donât get a chance to dwell on that thought, not when Wonyoungâs teeth is at the base of your cock, her cheeks hollowed out, her tongue doing these little flicks that make your toes curl.
And thereâs the question in her eyes: âis that all you got?â.
Fuck itârisk taking your hand off the steering wheel, it belongs in her silky, dark hair. Make her eyes widen, make her take you deeper, kiss the back of her throat with the tip of your cock, force these divine fucking sounds.
The noises when she gags around you, when the spit is hacked up and drooled down your cock; sheâs so sloppy, so filthy. Â
And she takes it, takes all of it.
Push her down before pulling her up by the hair, choke her, gag her, have her slobber all over your cock, make her feel you.
Wonyoung takes and takes and takes.
Itâs fucked up how youâre treating her (how sheâs letting you treat her); sheâs an idol for fucks sake. But thatâs the last concern you have on your mindâall you can focus on is how fucking good it feels to do this to her, to have her fighting for air around your cock, fighting to keep her eyes on you as you fill them with tears.
Wonyoungâs not giving up thoughâsheâs timing it, timing you. When to relax her throat to take you deep. When to suction her lips. Where to dart her tongue to find that sensitive spot along your shaft.
Sheâs battling back, in her own way, just as determined as you are to not lose this war of wills. But in the end, youâre the one in the driverâs seat.
âMmmph,â sheâs the one moaning now, moaning around your cock. Shivering in your lap, body jerking and trembling; you can tell her fingers are still buried in her cunt, playing with herself.
Sheâs so fucking shameless, so fucking pretty, even like thisâcheeks flushed, makeup smeared, eyes watering.
You want to kiss her, but that would mean separating her lips from your cock. You want to tell her how much you hate her, but the words wonât come outâtheyâre stuck in your throat, lodged between your grinding teeth.
âWaitâfuck.â You realise youâve missed your turn, a split second too late. You jerk the steering wheel, needing both hands as you pull a sharp U-turn. The tires squeal as you try to correct your error, Wonyoungâs mouth around your dick scrambling your brains.
She pulls her lips off from your cock with a hollow âpopâ. âI thought you could handle me?â
You try to replyâtry to form a single coherent thoughtâbut the chance slips by as Wonyoungâs back on the offense, back throating your cock so quickly that your vision swims.
A deep breath is what you need to keep it together. Youâre barely thinking straight, holding onto the steering wheel for dear life, doing everything you can to keep yourself from giving up (giving in to Wonyoungâs mouth).
But itâs hard. So fucking hard.
Youâve blown far past any normal speed limit, trying to keep from spinning out with every one of her enthusiastic bobsâitâs by some divine benevolence the car hasnât completely flipped over by now.
Wonyoungâs relentless, her mouthâs a fucking black hole, sucking you in, stealing every thought from your mind until thereâs nothing rattling around your skull but the feel of her wet, warm lips on your cock, and the obscene sounds of her fingers sawing in and out of her pussy, fucking herself.
Youâre almost there, and Wonyoung knows it. You can feel it in the suction of her lips, in how hard sheâs working you over. Itâs the sweetest kind of tortureâknowing that sheâs got you right where she wants you, that sheâs got you on the edge and you canât do anything about it.
Youâre not going to last much longer.
Neither is she.
So you drive. You drive like your life depends on it, because maybe it does. Maybe the only thing keeping you sane is the promise of your eventual release, of filling her mouth with her cum, of pulling her onto your lap and fucking her cunt raw until she screams your name.
âCome on, you can do it,â sheâs taunting you now, lathering your cock with just her tongue, dragging it along your length, licking you all the way from your balls to your head. Sheâs giggling as she steals the pre-cum from your tip, the fucking bitchâlike sheâs got all the power in the world.
You can see her apartment building in the distance, a beacon of light in the darkness.
Youâre almost there.
You reach for the garage remote, mashing the button as you get closer and closer (youâre going to break it). The gate sluggishly opens, and you make a sharp turn to swerve into the dimly lit building, not bothering to slow down.
You canât, not when Wonyoungâs balancing your cock on her tongue, her hand now squeezing at your base, stroking so fast, so erratic, determined to have you cum in her mouth as soon as fucking possible.
âYouâre going to cum for me, arenât you?â she asks, expectantly. âCover me in it, give me what I deserveâshow me how much you need me.â
The carâs screeching to the closest parking space, the sound echoing through the garage, as you skid between parallel white lines.
Youâre cumming before the carâs even completely stopped.
Itâs explosive; a white-hot heat searing through your veins, a roar in your ears as you shower Wonyoungâs perfect face with ropes of cum. Sheâs still jerking you off with her hand, her mouth hovering around the head of your cock, slurping up every drop she can get.
âAll mine,â she chants, greedy for it. You pulse in her hand, your cum spurting over her cheekbones, across her nose, painting over that tiny dark freckle above the corner of her mouth.
She doesnât flinch, doesnât even blink; sheâs a statue, a goddess demanding her sacrifice. Her grip is ironclad, stroking you through your orgasm, not stopping until youâre drained, until your cock is twitching in her hand and thereâs nothing left but a sticky mess plastered across her big, wide grin.
You feel the last of your orgasm pulse out of you, dripping down her dainty fingers. She licks her lips, smearing your cum across her cheek with her thumb before she sits up straight, basking in her victory.
âFuck, Wonyoung,â you manage to get out, your chest heaving, your hand finally loosening its grip on the steering wheel.
âMm-hmm,â she nods, not looking away from you, not breaking the eye contact thatâs holding you in place. âI knew you couldnât resist me.â
Sheâs not done yetâshe still has to take her victory lap.
Wonyoung pulls herself off you, giving the tip of your cock a parting kiss as she sits back in her seat. She lifts her legs upâthose endless stretches of porcelain skinâone after another, slow, dramatic, placing her bare feet on the dashboard.
Her skirt rides up, and with a stretch she drags her panties up her thighs, along her calves, and off her feet; the lace is soaked with her juices, leaving a trail of stickiness as she reveals herself to you.
The panties disappear somewhere into the backseat of your car, another spoil of war, and she spreads her legs wide, so wide, making sure you have a perfect view of her gleaming cunt. You can see her clit, peeking out from between her folds, and itâs all you can do to keep your hand from reaching over and taking over.
But this is her show, isnât it? This is all for her, all about her getting off. And sheâs fucking drowning in itâfingers in her cunt again almost immediately, so wet, so hot, so shameless in your car, so confident in her ability to get what she wants from you.
Her hips rock up and down, sheâs fucking herself in front of youâfor you. Sheâs daring you to look away, challenging you to deny how fucking hot she is.
You canât.
âIâm going to cum now.â Itâs a low hush, confident. âWatch me. Donât move. Just fucking watch me.â
Wonyoungâs eyes are crystal clear, staring deep into you with the look of a girl whoâs gotten everything sheâs ever wanted in life. Itâs that look she gets right before she shatters, and you know sheâs thereâright fucking there.
Her other hand reaches up, cradling your cheek, needing some connection, needing you to be with her. Itâs not enough to just simply cum, she needs you to see it, to be a part of it in some twisted way.
âJust look at you,â Wonyoung says, like sheâs not the one thatâs covered in your cum, thatâs not bucking her hips into her hand, working herself into a frenzy, like sheâs trying to tear herself apart. âYou canât keep your eyes off me, can you?â
And sheâs rightâyou hate her, you love her, you want to fuck her, you want to strangle herâitâs all a jumble of emotions in your head.
âThatâs itâkeep looking at meâdonât fucking take your eyes off meâfuckâyesâIâm going toââ
The only warning you get is a strangled gasp as Wonyoung cums, feeling it through her entire body, forcing her to keel over by just the force of it, making her fall into you.
Her hand on your cheek drags down to wrap around your neck, anchoring herself to you, pulling herself closer so she can smash her mouth against yours.
Sheâs kissing you, really kissing you, mouth open and hungry, all teeth and tongue, sloppy and wet. Sheâs marking her territory now, claiming you as she cums, and fuck, you can still taste yourself on her lipsâsalty and bitter.
Wonyoungâs hand is still working her clit, prolonging her bliss, and then sheâs climbing on top of you, straddling you, grinding down on your half-hard cock as she rides out the last of her orgasm.
Her thighs are sticky with her juices, her skirt riding up so high that you can see the bare, plump skin of her ass, and youâre fighting the urge to just push it aside and plunge your cock inside herâ
But sheâs not giving you that satisfactionânot yet.
Her climax dies right on top of youâher hips rolling on her fingers, her body living and dying on the last embers of pleasure.
Finally, Wonyoung stops, collapsing against your chest, and you let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of her body pressing down on you. Sheâs a mess, a fucking disaster, and you hold her tight, your arms around her impossibly tiny waist, your cock coming back to life between her thighs.
Itâs intimate, almost kind of romantic in a way thatâs entirely fucked up, considering, well everything. Youâre both a mess of cum and sweat, panting against each other, intertwined together in the driverâs seat of your car, the garage lights flickering overhead like some kind of sick mood lighting.
Wonyoung laughs.
âYouâre all sticky.â She leans back, taking her finger and swiping it across your cheek, coming away with a glistening strand of your own cum, a rope that must have strayed from her face and onto yours.
Thereâs a glint in her eyes, a dirty little idea, and before you can even react, sheâs leaning in again, her tongue tracing the line of your jaw, collecting the rogue drops of you.
She rolls her hips down and over you as she does it, stirring your cock back to attention, because apparently sheâs not done with you yet.
âYouâre a fucking bitch, Wonyoung,â you reply, but thereâs no venom behind it. Youâre just stating a fact: the sky is blue, the sun rises in the east, and Wonyoung is a bitch.
Itâs just the way she is.
You can feel her smirking against your neck, you can picture the look on her faceâlike sheâs already won. Itâs infuriating, really, and youâve got to even the score.
âWhat are you going to do, take me upstairs and punish me?â
âNo,â you say, the word sticking in your throat like itâs made of honey. âNot upstairs.â
âHere?â Wonyoung looks around your car, doing a terrible job of feigning shock (as if she doesnât know what youâre about to do to her). Yes, sheâs a horrendous actress, but it would take an Oscar worthy performance to mask the heat radiating from her thighs, her cunt dripping down onto your lap. âWhat makes you think Iâd let you?â
âWhat makes you think you have a choice?â Â
A press of a button has your seat sliding back, giving you just enough room to lift Wonyoung up, hoisting her above you like sheâs a trophy you just won. Congratulations, hereâs your Grand PrizeâWonyoungâs tight body, yours for the night (yours for every night).
She canât do anything but be held by you, have her hips positioned, her cunt aligned with your cockâin your hands, at your mercy, under your control.
âWait, waitâfuckââ
And then you slam into her.
âDaddy!â
That word. That filthy, devastating word is fucked out of her mouth, a gasping scream as you bury yourself deep into her.
Youâd do anything to hear it again.
You donât bother with gentleness or foreplayâthis isnât a romantic reunion after a long day apart. Itâs your hands on her narrow hips; hers doing its best to brace herself on the roof of the car, the window, anywhere she can get a grip.
âSay it again,â you grunt, pulling her back down on you, so hard that she bounces back up, only to be met by another thrust.
âFuck you,â she spits out, but sheâs moaning with every thrust, tightening around you each time, her body betraying her words.
âFuck you, who?â Youâre laughing now, the sound thick and low in your throat as you watch her squirm in your grasp. âYouâre going to need to be more specific than that, baby.â
âYou know who,â she says, her eyes flying open, glaring at you as she catches her breath. âYou always know who.â
âThen say it.â
âFuck you, daddy.â
âThatâs fucking right.â
Her legs are trembling around your waist as you drive into her, her nails digging into the threads of your shirt. Sheâs begging you for moreâharder, faster, deeperâbecause thatâs what she wants from you, thatâs what she needs from you. Itâs always been like thisâno soft embraces, no tender kisses. Just more, more, more.
You wrap your hand around her throat, not enough to cut off her air, just enough to remind her whoâs in charge, whoâs giving it to her. You lean in, so close her eyes cross, and whisper in her ear, âThis is all youâre good for, you know that?â
Wonyoungâs response is to tense her muscles, clench her cunt around you, buck her hips to slap her ass against your thighs. Another battleground in your endless fight for dominance. Fighting for control, trying to dictate the pace, to set the rhythm, to be the one doing the fucking and not the one getting fucked.
And fuck, sheâs tight.
Her cunt, her waist, her body. God, itâs like she was built for this.
Designed to fit perfectly in the palm of your hand, to be filled by your cock, to have her skirt hiked up to her waist like a flag of surrender. Youâve got her right where you want her, where sheâs always been, where she always will be.
âI fucking hate how good you are at this,â she gasps, the confession spilling from her lips.
You laugh, âI fucking hate you too.â
Sheâs kissing you again, fingers in your hair now, scraping the back of your scalp, as she rises and falls on your cock. Reflex has your hand tightening around her throat, feeling her pulse quicken beneath your thumb, making her choke out another âdaddyâ.
Youâre fucking her like you hate her, like youâre trying to punish her for every sharp word and cold shoulder sheâs ever thrown your way. And sheâs taking it like she loves it, like sheâs been waiting for this all night, all year, all her fucking life.
Wonyoung looks so fucking good, so perfect riding you like this, itâs starting to piss you off. Her hairâs framing her face in perfect waves, not a single strand out of place, even though youâve had your hands all through it, your fingers tangled in it. Her makeupâs smudgedâyou can see the tracks of your cum on her cheekâbut she wears it like a fucking badge of honourâand like all things, it looks good on her.
Itâs like the universe took one look at her and said, ânah, sheâs too pretty to let any of that shit ruin her.â
But youâll try.
Keep goingâkeep fucking; each moan into your mouth, each push of her tongue against your own, each graze of her teeth against your skinâtells you youâre getting there.
Like youâre trying to fuck out all the spite and anger thatâs been building up between you, like you can somehow purge it from your systems and just be left with the good parts.
(Itâs never that simple.)
âWonyoungââ you start, but she cuts you off.
âIf I could just have your cock without the rest of youâwithout your stupid mouth, without that fucking look on your faceâfuck yes, just like thatâwithout all the bullshit and fightingâfuck, fuck, fuckââ
You donât believe her, of courseâyouâre not just a cock to her, the same as sheâs not just a pussy to you. But you let her have her fantasy, let her keep pretending sheâs just using you for a good time.
âYouâre such a bitch,â you murmur, making her chuckle in your ear, her teeth finding the sensitive skin of your lobe, biting down and making you hiss.
Wonyoungâs confession: âOnly because itâgahâmakes you fuck me harder.â
And it doesâit makes you want to show her, prove yourself to her, make her feel it the next day and every day after. Fuck her until sheâs nothing but a trembling, whimpering mess, until sheâs begging for you to stop. Until sheâs begging for you to never stop.
Youâre both getting sloppier now, Wonyoungâs hips stuttering as you pound that spot deep inside her, the one that makes her see stars and scream your name, the car shaking with the force of your fucking.
Itâs a badly-kept secret youâre keeping from the world outsideâthe carâs rocking, the lights inside are on, making no efforts to hide what the two of you are doing (doing to each other).
If anyone looks closely enough, if the security cameras in the garage get curious and zoom in, theyâll see your silhouettes; her body arching back, your hips thrusting up and into her.
Theyâll see Jang Wonyoung, the princess of the industry, getting fucked in the front seat of a car like some common whore.
And sheâs loving it. The danger, the thrill of being seen, the risk that anyone could walk by and hear her moan your name, her voice strained by your hand on her throat. Itâs the fact that sheâs letting you do this to her, that sheâs letting you fuck her like this, even when sheâs telling you she fucking hates it.
This momentâWonyoungâright here, is what you live for.
You want to save it, to bottle it up and keep it with you forever. You want to remember how she feels, how she tastes, the fucking sounds she makes when sheâs just about to cum. You want to replay this in your head every time youâre alone, every time youâre with someone elseâbecause even though there might be someone else, theyâll never come fucking close to her.
And then you get an idea.
Itâs a terrible idea, one thatâll surely end in disasterâlike all the best ideas.
You hold down on Wonyoungâs hips, stopping her mid-thrust, and sheâs whining, letting slip just how good youâre making her feel.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â she snaps, taking short, sharp inhales, replenishing all the oxygen youâve fucked out of her.
You ignore her, reaching for the dashboard camera thatâs been silently facing outside, towards the wall of the garage. Itâs been switched on the entire time, waiting to record the car crash insideâyou and Wonyoung tearing each other apart.
Wonyoungâs scared. âOh no, donât you fuckingââ
But she canât stop you. Youâre already spinning it around, pointing it directly at her cum-covered face, her sweat-drenched body.
âSmile for the camera, Wony.â
Her mouth opens, but she canât muster the words. Youâre fucking her again, the camera watching everything, capturing every moan, every slight quiver of her body. Itâs a side of her nobody gets to seeâthe side youâre most familiar with.
Wonyoung at her most honest, when sheâs undeniably yours.
Just herâgetting used (using you)âand fuck, thereâs nothing more worthy to be captured and preserved for all eternity.
Her eyes dart to the camera, then back to you, her mind racing a mile a minute. You can see the gears turningâsheâs trying to figure out how to get out of this, how to win back some ground, but sheâs lost.
Youâve got her, and she knows it.
Youâre fucking her, and she has no choice but to followâwhether she likes it or not.
âFine,â she says, the admission torn from her throat as you push back into her. âBut if this leaksâif you ever show this to anyone, Iâll fucking kill you.â
You just laugh. âYou really think so little of me? Like anyone would believe it anyway.â
And you mean it. Youâre not that stupid. But the thought of having a permanent record of this moment, of Wonyoung, begging in high definitionâit has you hooked.
You canât help but add, âBut weâll always know itâs there, wonât we? Forever.â
Wonyoung narrows her brows at you, but she doesnât protest anymore. Instead, she does the opposite. She starts to lean into it.
She tips her head back, arching her spine so that her tits are pushed up, giving the camera a picture-perfect shot of her body, her chest, the stiffness of her nipplesâeverything.
Jang Wonyoungâalways the performer.
A free hand runs through her hair, flinging it back over her shoulder, and she starts to roll her whole body; fucking herself on you in a way thatâs so deliberate, so fucking pornographic.
âGod, I fucking hate this.â Wonyoung puts it on public record, eyes never leave yours as she performs for the cameraâor for you, itâs hard to tell.
âWhatâs that, baby?â You tease. "You hate how good this feels?â
âI hate that itâs you,â she says, the words forced out between gasps. âI hate how fucking hot you are.â
âThe feelingâs mutual.â
Youâll never understand it. How someone you despise so much, with every fibre of your being, can fit so perfectly around you, feel so downright incredible on top of you. Itâs a cruel joke that the universe decided to play on you both.
But you play along, let her ride you like itâs her fucking birthright, lock you in some petty staring contest, keep your mind filled with nothing but the tightness of her cunt.
Youâre both panting now, sweat slicking your skin, making it easier for her to slide up and down on your cock. Her small tits bounce with every movement, and you canât help but reach out to grab one, pinch it hard, making her wince, making her gasp.
âFuckâyou should quit whatever the fuck youâre doing,â she says, trying her best to form complete sentences through the pain, the bliss. âWork for me.â
âAnd do what?â
âI donât know.â Wonyoung looks down at you and you can see it on her face: the fucking slut is dead serious. âManager, bodyguard, assistant. Whatever I can do to keep you close so you can fuck me like this whenever I want. If Yujin can have her drummer boy, itâs only fair that I get you.â
âWhy the fuck would I want to spend all day waiting on you?â
She corrects you: âSpend all day inside of me.â
Thereâs your fantasyâmornings fucking Wonyoung in some hotel room, drinking all the juices from her pussy in the car on the way to work, having her suck your cock backstage at some concert, making her scream your name every night before going to sleep.
And then waking up and doing it all again.
Thereâs no hiding the smirk on your face. âGo fuck yourself, Wonyoung.â
Wonyoung mirrors your grin, that wild, cock-drunk look in her eyes. âWhy would I do that when I have you?â
âNo.â Youâre pulling her close, holding her body tight to you, making her feel it. âYouâre mine.â
That word againâ'daddyâ on her lips, turning into a desperate cry as her thighs tense on either side of you, her hands locking behind your neck. Sheâs holding on tight, because youâre not giving her a choice, youâre not giving her anything but what sheâs begging for.
You watch her face in the reflection of the car windowâthe way her mouth hangs open, the way her eyes flutter shut and then open again, searching for something, anything to keep her grounded.
"Fuck me like Iâm yours,â Wonyoung pleads. âYou own me? Then fucking treat me like you do. Treat me like Iâm your fucking whore, daddy.â
Itâs too much, all of it. Wonyoung: her faceâthose lips, her bodyâthose fucking legs, her voiceâthe way she says your name, how she calls you daddy, like itâs a fucking curse. Youâre so close to the edge now, so close to cumming again, cumming inside her. You can feel the beginnings of it, the tension coiling in your balls, the white creeping into your vision.
But sheâs still talkingâand so are you, you realise.
One of you cries outâholy shitâanswered with aâso fucking goodâfollowed by an exchange ofâfuck yousâandâI hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
It keeps going, this fucking, this using, this hatingâwhatever this is.
âI fucking hate youââ
âHate you tooââ
âHate how good your cunt feelsââ
âHate how big your cock isââ
âHate how perfect you areââ
âHate how much I want your fucking cumââ
âFucking slutâ"
âDaddyââ
âIâm going toâ"
"Please!"
And thatâs it.
Itâs overâyour cock pulsing deep inside her, Wonyoungâs cunt clamping down around you, and youâre cummingâtogetherâtightening and writhing and calling each other every name under the sun, except maybe the one that actually matters.
Wonyoungâs head falls back, losing control of her own body, the camera catching every glorious moment as she cums, her orgasm ripping through her in a scream that you feel in every inch of your body.
You kiss herâher tits, her neck, her jaw, her lipsâclaiming her, making sure she feels every drop of you. You hate her, you love her, you hate that you love her, you love that she needs you, you hate that you need her.
And all the while the camera keeps rolling, capturing your sweaty, heaving chests; capturing you filling her, spilling out of her, giving her the cum she so desperately pleaded for. Itâs so much more intimate than any kiss, any love confession, any of that romantic shit she sings about.
But itâs not enough. Itâs never enough.
Itâs every twitch, every shiver, every little pulse of your release flooding her. How she tenses and clenches around you, soaks you with her wetness, drowns you in her tight, drenched heat.
And she keeps calling you itâwhispering itââdaddyââover and over again, even as sheâs coming down from the high, even as sheâs gasping for air, even as sheâs forcing her tongue into your mouth.
Wonyoung slumps against you, your cum dripping out of her and down your cock, staining the leather of your car seats. You can feel the stickiness of it, the mess youâve made together. It makes you want to do it all over again.
To make her say it again, to make her scream it again.
âYouâre so fucking mine,â you murmur against her neck, kissing her collarbone, tasting the salt of her sweat.
Wonyoung just nods, too exhausted to argue, too satisfied to care. Her hand finds yours, weaves your fingers together, and you hold onto her, tight. Itâs sickeningly sweet, and yet, despite your best efforts, the insult, the quip to break the spell doesnât come.
Because in the end, you donât want to kill the momentânot when itâs so perfect.
You donât want to ruin it with talk of the real world, with the harshness of the light thatâll be waiting outside the car door.
You stay there, parked in the garage of her apartment building, the headlights dimming down to black. The air is thick with the smell of sex and sweat, the taste of it lingering on your tongues. Itâs a bubble youâre both loath to burstâbecause once it does, once it pops, youâre just Wonyoung and some guy she fucking hates again.
âThank you, daddy.â Wonyoungâs breathing slows, her grip on you loosens. Sheâs drifting off, the stress of the night and the alcohol finally claiming her.
You donât know how long you sit there, the two of you tangled together. Itâs quiet except for the occasional hum from her, a cute little sound that sheâs probably unaware she makes. Itâs soothing, almost sweet.
But reality has a way of crashing in, doesnât it?
You know you canât stay here forever. You know youâve got to get her upstairs before someone sees, before the cameras (the dangerous ones, the ones you donât own) spot you. Before the rest of the world catches up.
You ease her off your cock, she whines, her eyes struggling open. âTake me home,â she mumbles, still not fully coherent.
âAlready am, baby,â you reply, gently untangling her body from yours.
With a bit of effort, you manage to get her into an almost presentable stateâstraightening her skirt, buttoning her shirt, dabbing the cum thatâs pooled between her thighs. She watches you as you do it, through a hazy gaze, still recovering from being fucked into oblivion.
Itâs an act. Partly at least. A way to save faceâpretend that itâs only the exhaustion, that she doesnât really need you, doesnât really want to be taken care of like this. Doesnât want to nuzzle her head into your shoulder, or hug you tight, or have you kiss her on the forehead and tell her that youâve got her.
Tomorrow sheâll yell at you for it, probably call you an overbearing asshole for treating her like a delicate flower. Make fun of you for going soft, for totally falling under her spell.
(And sometime even later, in a moment when sheâs all quiet and feeling vulnerable, right after youâve fucked each other and hated each other and ended up holding each other for the millionth time, Wonyoung will say:
âYouâre the only one who can keep up with me.â
Youâll know what she means right away; youâll kiss her again and youâll answer:
âI know.â)
Because despite the fact that when she wanted to be (and it was often), Jang Wonyoung could be a real fucking bitch, youâre also kind of in love with her.
And, if you were to ask her, sheâd probably the same about you.
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The 141 finding out you've never had sex.
Just casually drinking, playing cards. A joke causes it to slip out.
body electric: the virgin edition
Gaz, the instigator, mutters something about not having been fucked in ages. this springs up a sudden surge of comradery, because, yeah. neither have they.
Soap's devote Catholicism (i like to imagine) leaves little room for flippant intimacy. he tries to be a good boy. key word, of course, being: tries. but the last serious relationship was years ago. back when he was grunt. he's pent up. abstinence, yeah? he holds it tight in his hand. but the thing about fists is that they're often mistaken for anger. Soap's a realist masquerading as an optimist. he knows whoever falls into his jowls next will be a MacTavish by the time he's through with them. and commitment. well. his comes at a price. a hefty one.
Ghost prefers casual flings where he doesn't have to take any clothes off. unzips his trousers, frees his cock, and then tries to pretend he's a real, flesh and blood, human. to feel something, anything, except a vacuum between hollow bones. but his tastes are peculiar. on the side of unhinged. he hasn't found the perfect body yet satiate himself with.
Price. well. with his bloody hands, he thinks he'd rather not dirty the same people he swears to protect. and divorcing at the age of 30 does that to a man, maybe. his role as a captain (an excuse in retrospect) also keeps him from unleashing his wants. the very same ones that are probably best under lock and key, anyway. it's just for the best, really. something he ought to do because the moment he has another chance to sink his teeth into someone's neck, he'll tear them apart. break them into pieces.
despite bringing it up, Gaz knows the real reason he's single is because he's pushy. he wants. so he takes. and then takes some more. more. more. until his gullet is full of the person he's obsessed with. carrying them around in his breast pocket everywhere he goes. the perfect mate. the one he can shower with unfettered affection. a deluge, in all honesty. one with the ideation to drown. biblical floods. trapped beneath him. he likes it more than he should, but. singedom, then, he supposes.
and then you roll the dice. admit, sheepishly, that, technically, you have them all beat. zero is always lesser than five, ten, twenty. but it's this misstepâzero, neverâthat catches their attention.
suddenly, you're not surrounded by kin but a pack of wolves. all hungry in their own ways, all starving. it just makes sense to quench their hunger with you, doesn't it? friend, ally. pretty little thing. so sweet for them. and perfectly mouldable. putty they shape to their hearts desire. the perfect mate.
Soap grips his rosary. the sign of the cross, heavenly Father and Holy Spirit, digging into his palm like the burn of a baptism. what's devotion if not pain? he cuts himself on the gold. offers blood of the sacrament to whoever might be listening, and leans in, sniffing.
Price's knuckles are white. he leans back, hidden in shadows. all you can see is spark of burning orange from his cigar as he takes mouthful after mouthful of smoke, contemplating. assessing.
"that so?" he doesn't even need to look at his Lieutenant to know that the man has gone still. too bad for you, it's not from shock.
Ghost barely holds himself back. keeps tight in his seat. fists clenching. unclenching. he has a good enough read on the people around him to see the unfiltered desire ripping across their face. scorching. but to bite, with his mouthful of jagged, seraded teeth; ones meant to rip, break, tear, would ruin you. permanently. unequivocally. andâ
"wanna give it a go?" all eyes turn to Gaz, electric in his seat. eyes smouldering umbre. "i mean, you trust us the most, don't you?" us. it's stunning, he thinks, the way Gaz can weave tapestry in the air like this with just his words. one tangled like shibari binds. "and we care for you a lot. we'll be gentle. it's up to you, of course, butâ"
Soap's bloody hand disappears under the table. you gasp. "yer askin' fer it, ain't ye? beggin' so pretty fer it."
"n-no, iâ"
"mind your manners." Price. his voice is chiselled into char, authoritative; low. a lulling command spoken in a breath of smoke. "and don't lie, love. or i'll have to take you over my knee."
the tension is thick. Soap's arm moves, slow. deliberate. Ghost has clench his jaw to avoid bearing his teeth. snarling.
Gaz cuts it with a knife. hews compliance into your skin with a fine needle point. "it's okay. we'll take such good care'a you. make you feel so good."
your submission is a heavy thing. oppressive. the shallow dip of your chin, the blistering heat simmering under your flesh, burning right, is the prettiest fuckin' thing he's ever seen. he does clench his jaw this time. tight, tight. tight
until something pops.
"okay." you yield. head bowed. beautifully submissive.
when he looks around, catches the predatory crackle in the air. his hackles raise. immediate. instinctual. and ah, right.
it's easy to forget he's surrounded by a wild pack of stray dogs. starving ones, too.
#141 x reader#my grandpa is going into town and im going w hin so i wrote this on the way sorry for the mistakes
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airing: fem!Reader x stalker!joshua
Genre:Â thriller, smut, stalking au
Word count:Â 10k
tags: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONâT FOLLOW IN THE READERS FOOTSTEPS AND STAY SAFE. rated R for life RUINING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND READ WARNINGS TO AVOID ANY TRIGGERING SUBJECTS, stalking, wrong just very morally black!joshua, dark imagery including but not limited to: implied and mentions of murder/threat, mentions of manipulation, mentions of blood, window sex and implied fear of falling out, possessive!joshua, pet names (angel, darling, ect), hair pulling, spanking, blowjobs/cunnilingus with consumption, face fucking, degradation, praise kink
Summary: Diary entries of a man in love. Joshua knew he loved you the moment he laid his eyes on you and had to have you, even if it meant enduring the echoes of every intimate detail of every sexual encounter youâd had before him. But he knew you were worth the wait. He was worth the wait.
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Entry #3 - November 30th: White suits you.
You look so perfect the way you do. Perfect in white. Perfect in lace. Perfect. Perfect. Forgive me, darling, for being redundant. But thatâs all you look to me. Perfect.Â
What wasnât perfect was who you had in your room.
How perfectly imperfect.
But what was perfect was those sounds. So lewd. So perfect. Decadent. Enchanting you are, my dear. I wish I had been the reason for those sounds, but for now, I can only live vicariously through November 30th. He will only be known as November 30th. He doesn't deserve a name.
But, in a way, I should thank him. Heâs satiating you now. Heâs getting you ready for me as Iâm getting ready for you.
Be patient, my sweet.
Entry #15 - December 15th: You like how it hurts.
 I donât like this one. Heâs rude. Doesnât even open the door for you. Doesnât say thank you or please when he asks for something. Just dumps you into bed like youâre a ragdoll.
For some reason, you like that. You like that it hurts. You like it so much you scream his name. Iâm forced to learn it.Â
Seokmin.Â
Seokmin. Seokmin. Seokmin.Â
Awful name. Awful on the tongue. Iâd be better on the tongue.
But instead, heâs striking you. And I see red. In more ways than one. And you should be in agony, and Iâd rescue you. But youâre laughing. Youâre begging for more. Youâre not fighting him to stop. You enjoy it too much.Â
So Iâm watching again. But Iâm not gonna like it. I don't like him.
But you like it. Thatâs what matters. I despise December 15thâwhat he does to you, how much you like it, and how much I could do so much better.
Entry #32 - January 1st: You like to teach.
Happy New Year, darling. You started off with someone young. Someone talkative. An amateur. Youâre drunk, however, so I'm sure youâll regret it in the morning.
But for now, youâre enjoying yourself yet again, and by god is it messy. Heâs very messy. He touches you like heâs never had experience before, and you let him. I should resent you, but in no way can. Youâre precious. My experimental little darling. Iâm addicted to you. I must have you, and neither this Chan, Seokmin, nor Jeonghan can stop me.
But for now, I'm grateful the boy cut it short. Like the late bloomer is. How incompetent. But you made it a teaching opportunity. Youâre quite good at it. And you made the boy work to your advantage. Thatâs so sexy. So you. Not only are you beautiful, but youâre also clever. Just like I knew youâd be. January 1st is a good kid. But he should stay in his lane before I push him into one.
Entry #45 January 13th: Dirty talk is a must.
This one is rather peculiar. Overly confident. And ratherâŚannoying. Like a puppy without a leash. Drunk on ego and hard liquor with names I donât even bother to pronounce. Heâs pretentious and itâs clear in the way he undresses himself for you.
He treats you like heâs the only man in the world, and youâre simply beneath him, but I know youâre so much more. Yet, you encourage it. You encourage his⌠delusion that heâs this outstanding work of art.
You love how he narrates, how he talks to you as if youâre incompetentâdegrading evenâand you egg him on. âGood girlâ this, âbad slutâ that. Itâs contradictory, but you enjoy it nonetheless. You get off on such obscenity. Youâre euphoric from it. Although I hate to do such a thing and call you rancid names, Iâll have to ponder more creative versions.
Nonetheless, you like a bit of chatter, donât you? Well, January 13th will have nothing on me, my little Angel.
Entry #78 - February 15th: You can keep going until youâre in ruin.
Youâve had a lonely month, and I do apologize, my darling, especially since itâs partially my fault. It is not my time just yet to have you. I must discipline myself first. Condition myself to cater to your every whim. And you have a lot of them.
Youâre greedy. This one was utterly restless, I almost felt bad. His stamina had nothing on yours, darling, and I see that you can bite more than you can chew. Youâre insatiable. I lost track of the hours that night. My knees, scraped raw and red against the rough concrete floor, as I stayed hidden in the shadows, waiting for you to finish, which you did. Again. Again. Again. Again.Â
I was starting to abhor this February 15th. What country did he save in his past life that earned him such devoted attention? Was he just that amazing? Did he make you 1000% satisfied? Would I have to kill him for that kind of love? Skin him and string him up like Christmas lights? It would be nice to prepare for the holidays early, wouldnât it?
Iâll refrain for now. For your sake. But to keep up with you, my condition needs to multiply tenfold. I need to be able to be ready. Do what I need to to make indubitably and utterly mine.
M I N E.
Entry # 124 - April 1st: Toys are for adults too.
The joke was on me thinking youâve changed your ways. Making love, or should I say primal sex, seemed to be something in the back of your head, but that wasnât the case.
Instead, you fucked someone. A comedian nonetheless, and after he had finished his stand-up. You sat your pretty ass on the stool beside him, twirling your pretty strands of hair, batting your pretty lashes on that pretty face of yours. Just because it was April Fool's day doesn't mean you had to be the fool, my love. That was reckless.Â
But I suppose I learned something about you. Something you like in bed that you havenât exhibited in others is that although you love a good laugh, it wasnât fit for the bedroom. Sometimes, toys arenât just a trickster's accessory but a vixenâs too. They are just simply different. Distinctly different.
Though a comedianâs job is to speak, you had himâwellâgagged. Ball-gagged, no less. That was... intriguing. Enticing, to say the least, and you turned the whole performance into something far more captivating. Thereâs always something new Iâm learning about you, love. And I canât wait to show you what Iâm capable of when I finally get my hands on youâand your toys.
Entry # 200 - June 14th: You could do it anywhere.
Keeping up with your summer antics wasnât easy. Considering every precaution Iâve taken and every obstacle Iâve faced, I did everything from double-checking flight numbers to calculating the perfect distance to stay hidden. If only you could appreciate my efforts, love. I had to make sure my hiding place remained undetectedâalways just far enough to stay out of sight, but close enough to ensure your safety.
And while I thought a vacation with your family was the last place youâd do looking, you wound up somehow in your brotherâs best friendâs bed. Seungcheol, was it? You really have no fear, do you? All while your family was all downstairs, you were getting your desserts while everyone was preparing for dinner, wondering where you were.
Or when it was time to go down by the beach and you had a little adventure in the dressing room of âMarthaâs Swimsuit Boutique.â The employees blamed the sounds on the old building fixtures or whatever was happening next door, but I knew what was happening in there. Hell, every person with working ears knew what was happening in there.Â
Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to forget you, to stop loving you, to forget you and how much youâve hurt me. But I can't. No matter how much I want to or how many times I try, you're in my blood now. You're in my head, under my skin, and I can't rip you out. I donât even want to.
Youâre a part of me I canât remove, like a vital organ. I just want you. I need you. I breathe you. If you want to do so much, I would take you right there on the dining table and wouldnât care who watched, just to please you. Feel, taste, pound every part of you, from the red in your veins to cum that would flood in between my gums.
IÂ D O N TÂ K N O WÂ H O WÂ M U C HÂ L O N G E RÂ IÂ C A NÂ W A I T.
Entry # 237 - July 20th: At the end of the day, you want love too.
Thereâs no need to cry. He was never meant to have you is all. I must commend your brother. He beat that boy harder than I expected him to, but then again I would do a lot worse.
He didnât deserve to have your heart. He was an idiot. I would never be like him. And youâll realize that soon enough.
I would show you so much more. I can be so much more. I am so much more. My darling, I would travel to the next galaxy to have you, give you all that you desire, and make it so that the only tears you shed are the ones in bed when I prove to you how much youâre mine as much as I am yours.
Entry # 242 - July 25th: Today is the day.
Preemptively, I decided to go with a scent youâre familiar with. You've held out for weeks, even months, since your miraculous escape on July 20th. Youâre stronger now, more confident, self-assured. very mindful, very demure. Iâm sorry, I couldnât resist saying itâjust like youâve repeated since locking yourself away. Itâs cute, really. This whole ârecoveryâ thing, it suits you.
Itâs like you were made to pique my interest and appetite. Even right now, as youâre outside the window of this restaurant, unsure if you want to enter because this was the one youâd frequent so often with him. Your favorite place to be since you were a little one.Â
I still canât believe you decided to move back home. As if he hadnât hurt you enough, you breathe the air he does? Watching him engage with the pretty blonde on his arm will not heal you, my sweet Angel. It is wrecking you. You shouldâve left when you had planned to then.
I picked up my life and ran after you because I worried so much. I worried what would happen if I werenât around to be with you. To make sure youâre okay. But I wonât have to anymore.
Today, I pretended to pick up a book you dropped to make eye contact with you, slipping a secret message I left on a Post-it inside. I hope you read it. I hope you reciprocate. And if you donât, it had been all for nothing.
Iâd be nothing.
Entry # 243 - July 26th: I love you.
You answered back, just like I thought you would.
âHi :)â you said, with that cute emoji thing you do. How adorable.Â
For a moment I was worried, you wouldnât but only a moment I promise. I would never doubt you. I have entire faith in you, youâd realize what this is. The fire I have burning for you.Â
Iâm glad youâre giving us the chance to realize what weâre meant to be. I canât wait for our first date. Iâm so excited, I donât even know what to write for today. I just want to live in the bliss of knowing that you finally see me. See me.
Entry # 244 - July 27th: You couldn't wait, and I almost gave in.
You tried kissing me. Put your hand on my thigh. Brushing against myâ
I canât be impatient. This journey canât be rushed. No matter how much I want to push your head into the mattress and split you in half as youâre calling out my name.
The sooner I give in, the easier it is to make me a rebound. And I am no rebound.
I am meant to be your eternal. Your other half. Your perfect opposite.
Sleeping with you as soon as tonight wouldâve tainted our beginning. You mean so much more to me than that.Â
Just know I want you so bad. I want to get to know you. I want to see you. For our future to start, we need to start this off right. Youâve signed up for a slow burn, my darling.
We are worth the wait.
Entry # 255 - August 7th: I love you more than I realize.
We are so good together. Even if the bag boy decides to flirt with you in front of me, and even if you entertain it a little, thinking I wouldnât see.
Youâre trying to punish me for being disciplined. Itâs funny. The things I could do to punish you for testing my patience. Donât pretend to be all innocent when you bend your ass towards me, leaning up against the conveyer belt to show off both yourâŚassets. Give a show to me and that loud vest-wearing scum.
You think youâre so clever. So sneaky. And maybe you are. Youâve made quite the effort to conceal the truth about your previous relations. I like to think youâre doing it for me. For my sake. Because youâre so considerate. But I know the truth my darling. I know all I need to know about you. But I appreciate your efforts.
You really do love me. And somehow, I love you even more.
Entry # 297 - September 18th: You miss him.
You saw him today, and although you hid it, I could see it in your eyes. You miss him still. Like he was a scar etched into you, or a blood stain that was impossible to get out.Â
Did I have to kill him to rid you of thoughts of him? End your suffering by ending his life. It would be easy. So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so easy.
I just canât stand the way you look at him. A mere boy when a man like me is beside you.
Making you wait feels almost impossible now. Who the hell am I kidding? Iâm the one who's waiting.
I just had to do one last thing before. Just one more thing. By then it would be final. And it would just be us. Forever.
-
You had been seeing Joshua for just a few months, but he was different from the guys youâve met before. A genuinely good guy. Gentlemanly, even. You found it cute and maybe hotâabsolutely hot. Nothing more attractive than knowing a man can keep his hands to himself.
But now, you found yourself wondering if he had not initiated because of something else. Since youâve met, heâs always been the perfect gentleman, polite and thoughtful in a refreshing and frustrating way. Itâs rare to meet a man who doesnât leap at the chance to get you into bed, and while you found his restraint enticing and irresistible, it also left you questioning whether heâs just being courteousâor if heâs doing it on purpose to ward you off.
Youâve given Joshua every hint imaginable. The thong peeking out from your jeans when you bent over, the casual unbuttoning of your top whenever his eyes drifted your wayâeach move deliberate, strategic. You even threw in your signature look, those smoldering eyes that always did the trick, scanning his body as if you could ravage him whole, and you would. It had a flawless track record. Until Joshua, that is.
It made you want him more. Like he was making you wait, beg for his attention. Made you forget for a moment you were crying over Seungcheol some time ago. As if your heart didnât shatter into a million pieces shortly before meeting Joshua.
Even when you saw Seungcheol brieflyâso brieflyâa part of you still missed your ex, but you craved being in Joshuaâs arms more. Like medicine. Joshua was your medicine.
God, you needed him so fucking viscerally.
Thatâs when you decided. No more beating around the bush this time. Itâs been four months too long. You had to have this man.
You decided to make a surprise appearance at his placeâthe address you just happened to "discover" on his driverâs license when he wasnât paying attention. And, of course, you showed up wearing something kind of insane.
You know those movie scenes where the sexy love interest throws on an oversized trench coat with barely anything underneath, or sometimes nothing at all? Yeah, well... you decided to try that. And now youâre waiting outside of his apartment building in the autumn weatherâfreezing your literal ass offâwaiting for him to get home to give him the surprise of his life.
It had been over an hour, and with each exhale, your breath hung in the air, a visible reminder of the cold. You hugged your coat tighter around your body, clutching it like it was the only barrier between you and freezing to death. And honestly, it might as well have been. Standing outside his building in practically nothing had your heart racing for all the wrong reasons.
Here you were trying to be all cutesy, sexy, and fun, and this damn man wasnât even home. Were you out of your mind?
The anxiety was creeping in. The biting autumn air had found every exposed inch of your skin, and your confidence was sinking fast. Just when you were ready to leave this cringe-fest waiting to happen, and retreat to the warmth of your own home, you heard footsteps approaching from down the street. Your pulse quickened as you glanced up, and there he was, walking towards you in a long dark coat and sweater.
Joshuaâs eyes met yours, his expression shifting from confusion to slow realization as registered you from his distance, watching you stand there bundled in your trench coat with something obviously beneath it. His lips parted slightly, his brow furrowed, but there was no judgmentâjust surprise, and more so curiosity.
You instinctively tightened your grip on the coat, pulling it closer around your nearly bare body as you leaned against the wooden front door that had been stubbornly keeping you outside. âHey,â you managed to whisper, your voice trembling slightly in the cold, watching your breath materialize in the air as a delicate cloud of frost.
âHi?â His tone was cautious but amused as if he was trying to piece together exactly what was waiting at his doorstep. He shoved his leather-gloved hands into the pockets of his own coat, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âThis is...unexpected. What are you doing here?â
You let out a shaky laugh, nerves bubbling up as you shifted on your feet, your bare thighs scraping against one another as they clenched. âYeah, so... thereâs a really good explanation for all of this, but, um...â You glanced down at yourself, then back up at him, feeling more exposed than ever. âCan I come in first?â
His place was disturbingly neatâpsychopathically neat. It was the kind of spotless where everything seemed too perfect, like someone with more than a few screws loose needed complete control over their space. Every surface gleamed, not a speck of dust or a misplaced item in sight.
âWant something warm? Tea, maybe?â He politely offered with a warm smile.
You found yourself mirroring his smile, a giddy excitement bubbling inside you like a teenager with a crush. With a light skip, you made your way back toward him, the trench coat swaying around you like an oversized brown paper bagâso tempting to just shed it. âThat sounds really nice. Anything would be good.â
âOkay. Iâll put on some Earl Grey for you.â His lingering smilewas the last thing you see before he disappeared in the kitchen, giving you the opportunity to learn more about the owner of the home.
Nothing was out of place. The walls were a sterile beige, devoid of any warmth or personality, while the furniture radiated with an unsettling shine that suggested it had never truly been used. Not a single wrapper marred the coffee table, nor was there a crumb in sightâeverything was meticulously arranged as if he harbored an unyielding aversion to disorder. It felt more like a stage set than a home, the kind of place that made you wonder if anyone actually lived here, especially given the spontaneity of your intrusion.
Your blood ran cold. The longer you scanned the room, the more strange it felt to be standing there. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as unease settled in. You suddenly found yourself questioning why he was taking so long with the tea.
Your toes curled in discomfort as you glanced over to where Joshua had disappeared, and just then, he emerged from the kitchen, two mugs of steaming hot tea in either hand. He set them down on the coffee table with a practiced ease and settled onto the pristine couch behind him. âHave a seat. We can wait while the tea steeps.â
You nodded, a tight look on your face, and lowered yourself onto the couch beside him, accepting a cup and sipping on its deeply rich content. âThank you.â
âNow, what brought you over here? Iâm surprised you managed to find out where I lived...considering I never told you,â he said, his expression blank as he nursed his cup in his hands.
âWell,â you began, swallowing hard as the heat from the tea scalded your tongue and burned its way down your throat. âIâm not quite sure how to explain this, butâŚI found your driverâs license when it fell out of your wallet on one of our dates, and I kind of memorized your address? I thought Iâd surprise you.â You paused, a nervous laugh escaping. âThatâs weird, isnât it?â
He set his tea at the corner of the coffee table, and clasped his hands together, a teasing glint in his eyes hearing your confession. âWell... I commend you for not only your bravery in the doing and admitting fault, but itâs not that weird, actually. Itâs kind of flattering.â
âReally? But I invaded your privacy. Thatâs invasiveâalmost illegal, isnât it?âÂ
For a fleeting moment, you swore you saw his fists clench, but then one of his hands slid over yours, his thumb gently brushing against your knuckle, quickening your heart rate. âBut if I say itâs okay, then itâs okay. Right?â
Also, setting your tea aside, your other hand instinctively fell on top of his, the earlier discomfort and worry fading into the background. âI guess so.â
He shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours. âYou look cold. Would you like a hug to warm you up?â
âS-sure,â you managed to stutter, your voice barely above a whisper as you accepted his invitation.
As his arms enveloped you, you felt the raw strength he kept hidden beneath the layers of clothing. The warmth radiated from his body, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he tightened his embrace around you, holding you protectivelyâpossessively even. You breathed in his scent, registering his cologne you were all too familiar with and something else you couldnât put your finger on. For a moment, every trace of anxiety disappeared. Joshua had a way of making you feel secure again, of restoring that sense of safety you hadn't realized was what you were in search of.
You leaned into it, your breath fanning over the skin of his neck as your hand roamed up his back, eager to peel off his physical and mental layers keeping you from devouring him with reckless abandon. You wanted to pull him closer, to feel the reassuring weight of his body against yours, like your own personal shield. The conflicting urge to consume him entirely, to the point of exhaustion, while simultaneously cherishing every part of him was a dilemma you never anticipated facingâespecially so soon after a breakup. Joshua stirred something deep within you, something you couldnât even begin to explain, no matter how hard you tried.
When he let you go, the absence of his warmth was immediate, but the kind smile on his face remained as if reassuring you that everything was fine. âBetter?â
âYeah. That was nice,â you whispered, still holding his hands, both large and perfect.
âGood. Now. What was this surprise that couldnât wait for a text or phone call?â
Now, a wave of nerves washed over you once more.
Your hands fiddled with the straps keeping your attire in place, and you hesitated before standing before him, mustering up the final bit of courage you had left in place of your dignity. âWell, I wasnât quite sure if you were just being the polite gentleman who could âdo no wrongâ or if youâd been completely oblivious to the hints Iâve been throwing your way since our first date. But Iâm here making it as clear as possible for you, Joshua Hong.â
With a determined tug, you loosened the tie that held your closure in place, letting it slip from its knot and revealing the reason you felt goosebumps up your legs. Your breasts bulged out of the lacy fabric, leaving almost nothing to the imagination and hugging parts of your body the man before you had only seen in passing through a window. The pillowy flesh spilling from your decorated underwear left him with a sensation that wrapped around Joshuaâs throat and clenched.
He couldnât feel himself breathing, drinking in your exposed skin, admiring the bright white of the lingerie complimenting your skin as it clung on to you seamlessly, while the trench coat finally found itself where it belonged on the ground. He sank the couch behind him as you came closer, wordlessly tracing every curve, dotting every mole, noting every mark or scar as you loomed over him in feigned innocence. The only air he could draw was his ragged breath, his hands aching to touch you.
âI would love nothing more than to have your hands all over me,â You said with a sultry edge, dripping with obvious intent.
Your knee dug into the couch's cushion, the other following and taking residence in Joshuaâs lap as he simply watched. His eyes softly blinked back up at you as you settled into him, having him melt under every word you spoke.
âIs that so?â He asked calmly, physically refraining himself, and ignoring the dark thoughts clouding his logic.
You threw your arms around his neck, gazing down at him as you shifted in his lap. âI do. Itâs all I can ever think about anymore. Ever since these last four months.â
âHmm,â he hummed thoughtfully, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, like steam escaping from a kettle.
âIs that all you have to say?âÂ
â...Am I supposed to say something more?â
âHow aboutâI donât know. âIâve been waiting for you to say that the whole time,â or âI feel the exact same way, tongue wrestle me until we pass out.â Give me something,â You begged.
He shrugged, playing up his ignorance. âDoesnât sound like me? Does it?â
âIs this really all you can talk about? A girl in her best lacy underwearâin white mind youâsitting in your lap like sheâs accepting ones in a night club, and youâre fixated on your characterization?â
He shrugged again as if taunting you, the smile on his face growing sinister at your agitation. âI have poor depth perception.â
You groaned, your body feeling heavy as you slumped against him, ready to slide off his lap in defeat. âI give up.â
But just as you were about to peel away from him, you felt a firm pair of hands steady you, anchoring you in place. Joshuaâs eyes sharpened as his grip tightened, fitting your body in the curves of his palms. âWhere do you think youâre going?â
You blinked back at him, confused yet oddly at home in his touch, despite the rapid beat of your heart suggesting otherwise. âI thoughtâI kinda thought you wanted nothing to do with me,â you reluctantly answered.
His cool palm slid against your flushed skin, trailing up your body and igniting a path of fire that battled the waves of chills following up your spine. Instinctively, you fell forward, involuntarily pressing your lace-clad chest against the cashmere of his sweater and finding purchase back around his broad shoulders, which looked bigger than usual. A soft squeak passed your lips as he tugged you towards, fitting your bodies together like pieces of a puzzle.
âYou couldnât be more wrong.â His hands grasped the sides of your thighs as he tucked them around his torso, not once breaking eye contact.Â
You felt a cold sweat trickle down your skin, your body stiffening as you focused solely on the soothing tenor of Joshuaâs voice. âI always see how you look at me, Angel.â His fingers carded through your hair, pushing it to one side and delicately grazing over the fullness of your breast. âAnd I love how you look at me.â
âJosh,â Your voice emerged softer than you expected, almost tinged with a plea as you drew closer.
âAnd believe me when I say this, darling, Iâll always want something to do with you. I want everything to do with youâŚif you let me.â
You felt his hand somewhere youâve only ever imagined: at the hook of your bra before he slowly started to unlatch it, the straps falling off your shoulders as your support came undone. You were grateful to be pressed so close to him. Otherwise, your entire upper body would be entirely nude. Entirely exposed. You tucked your arm over your chest, gaze dropping at the perceived proximity until Joshua gently moved you by the chin to meet his eyes.
âDonât.â He quietly demanded, purposefully moving away, and the undergarment fell from your body, your nipples christened by the chill air conditioning. âSo perfect.â
His hand hovered over their shape, only ghosting over them but not nearly touching, yet either bud tensed at their mere presence. You exhaled shakily, your breath uneven and impatient, as your eyes suddenly drifted away, overwhelmed by an unexpected rush from his uncharacteristic attention.
âYou donât want to know how much I imagined putting you in my mouth.â His pursed lips landed on your collarbone in an open mouth kiss, gently pulling you between his lips.
You softly moaned, unfurling your digits before they slid up his neck. You couldnât think, you couldnât speak, you couldnât do anything butâyou felt his mouth latch onto you, teeth burying into your flesh. You parted your lip in another moan, instinctively reacting to the familiar concoction of pain and pleasure exhibited by previous partners, but this was Joshua. Gentlemanly Joshua.
He bared his hand flat against your back, dipping your body towards the coffee table and pressing urgent kisses to the hollow of your neck, lingering against the pulse of your throat and digging his hips into your pelvis. Your hand roamed over his body, cradling his head and pressing him closer against you as your knee hooked around his waist.Â
Joshua swung his hand behind you, knocking over the mugs with a loud crash, sending tea spilling everywhere on the ground as the flat surface of the coffee table urgently met your exposed back. It stung how cold it initially was until the weight of his body stunned you, leaving you impervious to everything else. He grabbed your side, wrestling with the skin of your clavicle as his hand ran harshly over your erect buds, grinding them under his palm.
In between your legs, you felt warmthâthe kind that makes a show when you could only think of being rammed at 100 miles an hourâand you felt it soak in the fabric of the lace, flossed between your folds when you were desperate for friction. âJoshua, pleaseâŚâ you cried.
He shoved away the useless bra now just hanging off your body before his lips curled around the curve of your breasts, kissing their underside as his thumbs fiddled with their sensitivity. Your knees bent towards you, your hips pulsating against his thigh as his tongue taunted you, flicking over the texture of your nipples and nipping at the tips as he pulled with his teeth. You whimpered, body falling limp on the table as he nursed you between his lips, his eyes piercing back at you lewdly as an occasional moan would leave his lips.
âTell me how you like it. Teach me.â He spoke with a quiet, commanding authority.
âY-you seem to be doing a good job so far.â
He smiled, running his hand through your hair before it gripped between his knuckles, sending a rush of ache from your scalp. Your eyes shot up to meet his, a blend of fear and arousal flashing through them, but you were quickly soothed by the gaze he held, sultry and unshakable. âShould I be mean then?â He offered.
You let out a brief yelp after his hand swatted over your plush thigh, your flesh spilling between his fingers as he squeezed. The bridge of your nose touched your speechless expression, lips tracing over your face with a deep exhale. âGive you the kind of things you want? What I learned about you?â
âWhat have y-you learned?â you hesitated to ask.
His eyes glazed over you, seeing you melt at a simple glance before tenderly pressing his lips to yours, only sampling. You mewled in the depths of your throat, lips falling open as you kissed him for the first time, succumbing to the pillowy texture of his lips. His eyes partially open, he fixed his eyes on your features, how they contorted with his touch, reacting involuntarily to the rocking of his body against you. He was obsessed with the mere image of you.
âWhat Iâve learned, hmm,â he quietly pondered.Â
Giving him time to think, your hand cupped over his attached to your thigh, guiding it under you and around your ass, letting his digits outline the curve of your body. He chuckled and brought the other hand parallel, following his carnal urge to clutch you tightly in his grip. A smile melted on your face briefly, enjoying the sensation of his hands before he roughly pulled down your underwear before you could even gasp, leaving you truly naked.Â
âIâve learned that when you want something, you take it.â His hands come down to the bottom of his sweater and pull it along with whatâs underneath off of him.Â
His glistening tan reflected back at you, beads of perspiration coating his skinâlikely a result of months of tension finally unfolding. As you took him in for the first time, the way the light and shadows sculpted his form accentuated his physique, leaving you stunned and curious about what else he mightâve been hiding from you.
âSo take what you want from me, Angel.âÂ
God, you really could swallow him whole in a single gulp.
You repositioned yourself, planted your knees on the table, and tugged him by his belt. Your once pleading eyes became determined as you fixated on tearing off his pants, starting by unbuckling his belt at the waist. Your eyes fluttered, seeing the bulge through his briefs, twitching in your presence while you fit a finger at the top hem. A sigh escaped you; glance briefly up at Joshuaâs expressionâfull of patient anticipationâbefore wrapping your hands around his aroused girth.
â...Youâve been waiting for me,â you began to realize, seeing the cock firm up in your grasp.
He let out an amused hum, stroking the side of your head. âI wanted to make sure you wanted me.â
âOf course, I wanted you.â Your hand ran along his shaft, veins pulsing on the ball of your palm, and you pressed the head to your lips. âI just wanted you to show me you wanted me.â
Joshuaâs groans barely escaped as your lips curved around the tip and more than gently kissed. His hand clasped around your head, moving it so your eyes could face his, seeing him come apart in front of you. From just your teasing. âDarling, if I did thatâŚIâd never know when to stop.â
âJoshua. Iâd never ask you to stop.â
His hand cupped your face, and you melted into his palmâabsolutely reveling in the blind infatuation on your face before he made you face his arousal, cock grazing your chin before he pressed it past your lips. Your lips stretched around him like a rubber band, expanding to conquer his size but not with ease. Your hand covered his base and enveloping his length as much as you could.
âAngel,â he grunted.
He claimed the back of your head, leading your pace as you took him. Your hands clasped around his hips, fastening yourself to him. You could already feel your drool drip alongside your chin, becoming sloppy as you were fixated on his complexion: blissed with parted lips, looking at you like heâd been touched for the first time.
Your moans vibrated around him as he thrusted into you, momentarily breaching the air of his pelvis before he pulled you back, flicking his hips into your mouth and overcome with ecstasy. âMy good little Angel,â he groans, breath hitching in his throat. âTaking my cock like you were made for me.â
He tugged your hair tighter as you felt the hilt hit the back of your throat, and you thought to yourself how much It wouldâve hurt if you werenât otherwise drunk with bliss. You buried him deep inside you, holding him with both hands, sobbing on him with such anguish that people would assume you hadnât been fed for days.Â
Joshuaâs pretty lips got caught in his pretty teeth, and the darkness in his eyes deepened to a richer, more intense black as a sense of reckless abandon enveloped him. âGodâŚlook at youâŚgood little slut like you likes taking cock like mine, doesnât she?â
The sensation of your mouth massaged him heavenly, having you taste the heady tang of his skin on your tongue while your nose tickled against his groin. He clutched your head, your whimpers and cries pulsating around his girth, fucking your mouth until you hit the base. You looked up, pliant and willing, as tears swelled in your eyes, cheeks hot to the touch, and a thick sheen of slobber over your lips.Â
Youâre precious. And his. All his.
He pried either of your hands off him and restrained them above your head, carrying the weight of his control in his hips, crushing your mouth against his lap. While one hand had stabilized your wrists, the other back fell back in your hair, fucking your pretty mouth until he couldnât anymore.
Joshua felt his name muffled around his cock, staring back at you as you repeated his name, desperation echoing from your throat, but not to stopâoh no, he recognized this stare. He held you towards him, cutting your airways with hardly a second to breathe. Your eyes fluttered. Pupils began to roll to the back of your head as his cock slid down your throat, bottoming out inside you for the first time.
âYou want my cum, donât you? Youâre so damn obvious you do,â he taunted in an unfamiliar tone, foreign to you but nonetheless welcome.
You hummed confirmation around the girth, practically whining with full cheeks.
âAngel, you know what it means when I do, right?â he loomed over you, as your mouth was still pressed against him in an abrupt halt, still tasting all of him. âDo you understand what youâre getting into? The second I cum inside youâmouth or cuntâyouâre mine. Are you ready for that responsibility?â
You nodded, impatience singeing your tongue.
âReally?â The fingers threaded through your hair pulled you off, giving you the sharpest intake of oxygen before you fell right back where you belonged with a slam. The pain in your throat caused it to go hoarse, and the tears once swelling in your eyes streamed down your face. âYou better mean it, darling. Words arenât just a promise to me; theyâre a vow.â
His final thrusts were steady but harsh, pressing his size inside of you until you gagged, and finally, when he was merciful, you felt his hot stream coat your throat. His hips found their falter, plunging in and out of youâthe cum dribbling down your chin until he finally let you go, prying you off him and giving you a moment of rest sprawled on the coffee table.
But only a moment.
His hands wordlessly caressed you, body drained from release, but mind hungry for your essence. Every word heâs ever said in this exchange, heâs meant with every fiber of his being, down to his very core.
âTired, darling? Weâre only getting started.â
You softly chuckled, a tired smile reappearing for the first time in a while. âIâm in for a lot with you, arenât I?â you asked, strain evident in your voice.
âYouâre asking that question far too little too late, Angel.â
His lips puckered to met yours in a gentle kiss, then another, then another. You held him against you, not minding how disheveled you looked with your pulled hair and mascara streaks staining your cheeks, it was your turn.Â
Joshua found your body easily in your liplock, gliding his hands up and down your body in rushed motions as if memorizing you by touch. Your dips, your curves, your angles. There wasnât one part of you he dared to miss. And you smiled, you chuckled, so lust blind to see the symptoms forming before your very eyes as if they werenât already there. He swallowed your laughter, tasting victory on your tongue, and nuzzled in the crook of your lips. âCan I do the things I'm willing to do for youâwhat Iâm willing to do to you?â
You cupped his face, an impish grin on your face. âStop asking and fuck me like you love me, Joshua.â
Gladly.Â
He held either of your legs at his side, fingers aligning your folds and splitting in half. If they didnât already look big, they most certainly felt big. A single digit only traced along your slit, and your hips buckled, fluttering at the sliver of taste.Â
âIâve barely grazed you, and youâre like a flood down there,â he quietly teased, pushing in his index halfway.Â
You clenched around him, then around nothing, and he repeated, effortlessly stealing your breath with every move. You anchored yourself to the edge of the table. âYou know exactly why, Josh.â You whimpered.
He then pushes in the full digitâreaching deeper than you expectedâand you convulse around him. Your head snapped back, the phantom strings of Joshuaâs nasty habitsâalready acquainted with your bodyâpulling you in without warning. âOh my god.â
âYouâre so easy to please. As if I know everything about your body without you telling me.â He thrusted his finger, cultivating a rhythm he knew would be perfect for his little darling.
âItâs as ifâŚweâve known each other forever.â You stated in your countless, staggered breaths.
âForeverâŚâ he plunged another finger, feeling you flutter around him delightfully, âwith you?â
His smile, that unsettling perfect smile, pressed a tender kiss against your lips. âI rather like that. Me and you. Forever.â
You quietly laughed before tugging him into a deeper liplock, gently slotting your finger through his hair, not worried about ruining its pristine as you pulled him closer. âIâll take you and me forever.â
âNow, angelââ you took the hand he had inside you to guide him faster, deeper, your language becoming gasps and moans in a matter of seconds.
He didnât bother finishing his thought, too enraptured by your demanding hunger, that he pressed on further, feeding you his digits as you swallowed each one by one. His thumb caressed your pulsating bud for extra good measure, taking pleasure at how often you shake when he does, and rammed his fingers deeper in you, finally hearing what his name sounds like in a state of bliss.
Heâs overcome with prideânayâovercome with triumph. The way you look at him with such an utterly lewd expression, your delicious scent a thick film on your body that he couldnât help but want to lick and devour and engorge. He didnât need to have another orgasm for another second if it meant seeing you come apart the way you were right now.Â
âJoshua!â you cried, body shaking as if you were glitching, having an out-of-body experience, and you undid yourself the way he did: utterly and perfectly euphoric.
You creamed his digits with nectar, milky and fair, and he didnât wait a second for them to enter his mouth, knuckles deep. His eyes fell shut from elation, moaning around his hands, and he caught even the slightest drop down his wrists.Â
You were fuckingâ
âMagnificent.â He swallowed your lips once more, hungrily, arousal rushing down to his body again. âPerfect, my sweet little angel.â
â...forever. Me and you.â You repeated, not getting pass the conversation that was interrupted what felt like a millennia ago. âIâll take you for forever. And thatâs a vow for me, too.â
Joshua never expected this, such a scene of ease and pristine, seeing his future lie limp and happy and fucked. You had never looked so beautiful. After all the men youâve met, all the bodies youâve collided with, all the dicks youâve sucked, you always had a glow. Itâs why he tolerated such things, but to see that glow after him. It was the most radiating version of you. And to know youâll have him. He was the happiest man alive.
âOh, my darling.â He pulled you up from the table to sit you back in his lap, parting away your hair to clearly see your face smiling back at him even with the fatigue. âYou are the most perfect thing.â he shook his head in disbelief, unsure how he got so lucky.
âLet me take you to bed, hmm?â
You quietly nodded, admiring him back all the same.
You wrapped your legs around him tightly, before lifting you both up from the ground and walked into his bedroomâjust as unnervingly neat as his living room. Or should you say how neat it was. The bedroom presented its same beige aura, hardly a spec of dust in place, but the one extraordinary thing about it was the light casting from the window, beckoning over the entire city.Â
The second Joshua tossed your naked body on his bed, you immediately got back up, pressing your palms to the window to gaze down upon everyone through it. âYou can actually see everything from up here! Wow.â
You heard Joshua chuckle behind you with his footsteps towards you to follow. âYou like it, Angel?â
âItâs beautiful.â The glint in your eyes sparkled brighter than any star above you. âIâve lived here almost my whole life and Iâve never seen it like this. I can even see my house from here! That's crazy.â
Joshua let out an indistinguishable scoff, immediately covering his mouth before coming behind you, his hand settling on your hips. âI got lucky with the lease. Best Iâve ever seen. I never thought to appreciate this view, but now I have a reason to.âÂ
His kiss bloomed a familiar warmth across your face, and you leaned into his embrace, taking his arms around you as you shared the impeccable view. The city lights illuminated the streets, their people, their livelihood, and you never wouldâve imagined seeing it if you hadnât found Joshuaâs address.Â
You belonged here somehow, as if it was meant for you. It truly did feel special. Joshua made it special.
You brushed your backside to his groin, feeling something already prod your side and you swore you felt yourself purr. Bodies still connected, you leaned into the glass, knee digging into the cushions of the window nook. Joshua followed after you knowingly, hand pawing your thigh as his lips drew to your ear, nipping at the tips.Â
Your moan, deliciously loud, was all the signal Joshua needed to keep going. He mouthed against your neck, one hand crawling over your chest and another reclaiming your sensitive heat. You doubled over slightly, palming and smearing your fingerprints into the flawlessly clear glass, its chill not disrupting the heat festering your body in the slightest.Â
Joshua had your body thrum in reaction to his fingers, hips wriggling to his touch, and he heightened the strokes on your already throbbing heat. âJosh, please.â
He groaned into the crook of your neck, the outline of his erect cock distinctly recognizable against your lower back. âI want to show whoeverâs watching what youâve done to me, Angel.â he slammed his fingers upright inside you before returning to his regulated pace. âShow what pretty little slut you become when youâre within reach of me.â
âAnything, Josh, anything. Anything for you to fuck me.â
He snickered, an empty darkness echoing inside the tone. âYou asked for it.â
His body slammed up against you, hungrily biting along your skin as he nestled his cock between your slit as he entered. You sooner realized how fingers did his size no justice as they filled your cunt with strain. Your ass perked up behind him, not a moment longer before you were forced to adjust to his size with full thrust, holding you by your neck as his other arm cuffed you by your elbows.
âHoly shit,â you gasped, falling and bouncing back against him as his raw cock took you demandingly.
âThis pussy,â he growled, his hand striking the full shape of your ass cheek where it still stung, âIâve dreamt of this pussy.â
He buried himself in you, hitting the hilt deep with your core to the point your vision flickered back to your skull. Your legs parted wide, backing yourself against him until you were accepting every inch. âFuck that feels so fucking good, donât fucking stop.â
âYeah? My slutty angel likes my cock pounding into her pretty pussy?â
âYes, please, Josh, please give it to me. I love how you give it to me so good.â
âYou beg like that,â he gritted his teeth. âIâll have to properly deliver.â
You looked back at him and smiled, hair falling over your face and his thrusts made you a vision of lust, somehow gracefully breathtaking with his cock buried deep inside you. âYou and me forever, right? Donât stop now.â
Joshua was throbbing, practically beaming at your answer, and before you knew it, your chest was greeted with the frost-bitten window, now flattening against your breasts. Groaning upon impact, the tempered glass tensed your nipples, bringing them both to a hard point, now freezing and pebbling you from your arms to your legs.Â
Joshuaâs body pinned you in place, and you felt his unnerving arousal slide up and down between your cheeks and pushing back up inside you. âIâll show just how much youâre mine to the world.â His voice was still gentle yet demanding. âOnly because you asked for it.â
His flat palm struck you again, pushing up your body and letting the echoes of your collision play in surround sound. Your body, already sore from earlier, knew no rest as you took him deeper, the cold intensifying the pleasure rushing through your body. Your hips swiveled, playing with his cock like a personal toy, and you braced the window in front of you willingly, blasting on an indefinite high.
âThinking about how someone can see you up here?â He whispered. âTaking my cock like the precious little angel you are? Or letting me fuck you like the nasty fucking slut you are?â
You gingerly nodded, hugging the glass desperately to feel him deeper inside you.âYesâfuckâI want someone to see us. The thought gets me so wet.â
âSo vocal, angel,â he tugged the back of your head, devouring your lips. âMy dirty little angel.â
He held your arms behind you, pressing your whole torso against the window, and every snap of his waist had you bending more and more to his will. Every inch of his body had you flushed against him, feeling him present you to the world below like a goddamn masterpiece.
His body slammed again, shaking the glass and flickering fear into your eyes briefly before he reassured you by catching your waist in his hands. âScared?â
âA little,â you stammered.
âIâve got you, angel. Just enjoy it.â
And you did, endlessly as his pace picked up again, and by the number of times heâs pushed you, flipped you, rammed you against the window, you were no longer scared of falling through. The fragility of the glass was no longer of concern. You had Joshua to distract you from the life-threatening circumstances with every inch of his being. You had Joshua to protect you from the infinite possibilities of something were to go wrong with the window in front of you shattering. You had Joshua to feel safe no matter how scared and unsure you were. You had Joshua.
Joshua. Joshua. Joshua.
âJoshua, youâre gonna make me cum,â you mewled in his lap. Your ass took its turn to be displayed as your flesh pressed against the thick glass, bouncing on his cock that stiffened up to no bounds inside you.
âAre you? Your pretty pussy is gonna come all over my cock?â His voice now rushed, heightened, signaling how ready he was to burst like fucking dam.
Your nod carried urgency, your hands clasping against his face in desperate pleas, admiring that face youâve grown fond of, how you could see both light and darkness in them, filling you to the brim with an inexplicable euphoria that you craved with everybody youâve ever encountered. âI want it. I want to come all over your cock and feel you come inside me tooâŚMake me feel so good so full.â
âYeah,â he moaned, hand threading through your hair tightly, you hummed in confirmation, bouncing harder as you dared take him by his full length. âThis the best cock you ever had? The best one to put my hot cum inside you.â
âYes,â you gasped. âNo one elseâŚno one else can fuck me like you like this. I want you to fill me with all your hot cum.â
âS-shit,â he cried, tugging your back by the wrists, and fucking up into you, the window behind you christened with your sweat and slick arousal.
He ached to cover all his bases, pounding you to malleable dough, he filled your walls with his oozing determination, and his screams of release followed when he shot his promise inside you. His hips faltered in deep, thorough pumps, claiming your body in his hands with intense anguish as he inhaled your skin in his tight, unwavering embrace.
You felt the warmth inside and out of you, like a rapid stream of waterâonly more viscous and rewarding as your hips bucked, twitching in Joshuaâs locking hold, hardly breathing with the way he held you. You wrapped around him just as tight, letting go of him the last thing on your mind and savoring the trembling descent of your peaks.
There are then only sounds of your exchanged breathing, slowly coming down to Earth.Â
He lowered his forearms, bracing you from your lower back, and carefully lifted you from the nook to carefully lay you against his bed that felt like heaven enveloping your body. He crawled on top of you still, descending lingering kisses all along your body before his lips reached your tired heat, not even thinking of pleasuring you but doing it anyway as he lapped up the final remnants of tonightâs events.
His hums were pleasant vibration, wordlessly tasting every ounce of cumâyours or his, it didnât matterâand swallowing it like a full meal, gently caressing your swollen clit. He couldnât have enough of you, letting the brain fog control him until you started screaming in pleasure again.
You had to pull him by threads of his hair to stop, overstimulated by his unwavering hunger, and for a second that darkness was back in his eyes the deepest you had ever seen until they softened in concern, his grip loosening. âYou okay?â he wafted in with concern.
âYeah, it felt good, I justâŚyouâre gonna kill me,â you lightly joked.
He softly laughed, leveraging him up and facing chest to chest with you, devouring your lips with that lingering tang of dominance still on his tongue. âNeverâŚâ he whispered with a smile, before he inhaled you for a moment longer, swallowing your moans, caressing your body.
He finally found his self-restraint and let you rest, offering to run a warm bath in the hallway bathroom. You turned to him, taking his hand in gratitude. âThat would be really nice.â
âIâll start one up for you.âÂ
As he leaves, you sink into the bed, reveling in the sheets worn from your presence, and hear the water run in another room, smelling of the clean seat of soap, and nothing has ever felt so right.
âIâll carry you,â he stated before picking you up from your neck and back to your knees into the bathroom that was another vision of perfection, lit candles marking your path.Â
You gushed in disbelief, your body finally dipping to the perfect temperature as you were surrounded with rose petals and bubbles. Almost as if he planned this. Like he knew what to do and how to exactly do it.
âHow is it?â He asked, hospitality being of second nature. âWarm enough? Water deep enough?â
You gripped the edge of the tub to gaze back at him, bent down to meet your level with a soft, adoring smile as the water splashed against you soothed your aching body. âWho are you, Joshua Hong?â
He snickered, kissing the top of your head without answer. âIâm gonna let you be on your own for a moment, to really give your rest and after I clean up outside, maybe Iâll join you. JustâŚdonât go anywhere.â
You nodded, initiating a chaste kiss on his lips. âI won't.â
âGood girl.â His smile had never gotten so big, kissing you back with double the force before he got up to leave.
âLeave the door open,â you requested, âjust in case you wantedâŚa nice image welcoming you back.â
âAlright,â he said, eyes lingering on your state before finally taking his leave.
Joshua had his fun in the sun, clinging to every second of this perfect night, but he needed to clean up one more thing before it could truly end perfectly. The kitchen, if you could see it, was clean and pristine as the rest of the house goddamn near was until you helped him wreck it, except one thing just of place.
He glanced at the hunting knife in the sink, carelessly rinsed after he didnât think he had time to properly clean in your company. âFuck,â he muttered under his breath, realizing how long the metal had soaked in the water. He reached into the cabinet for cleaning supplies, his mind racing.
Dousing a rag with isopropyl, he carefully wiped every surface, hoping no streaks were left on the metal, almost failing to notice the blood ironically staining the stainless steel of his sink, to which he scrubbed and scrubbed with conviction. He couldnât help but be grateful for your lack of awareness, the thought of entering your kitchen not crossing your mind a moment this entire visit. Itâs why he loved you. You didnât ask unnecessary questions. You kept to yourself for the most part despite your rendevous. And you werenât trouble. he couldnât wait to return to you. His perfectly oblivious angel.
Meanwhile, you soaked in the water, smelling its essential oil and lathering up the bubbles on your body. In the corner of your eye, a door catches your attention, having not noticed it since entering the apartment. The only door with a keypadlock that seemed to require a code, protecting whateverâs inside or keeping whoever unwanted out. Your thoughts lingered for a moment, wondering what he wanted to keep hidden from plain sight. Hobbies? Priceless items? Murder weapons? Your mind spiraled through every possibility, leaving an itch you couldnât quite reach to scratch.
But before another second passes, youâre reunited with the man whoâs been consuming your thoughts, a smile of relief returning to your face.
âHi, everything good down there?â You gazed back up at him.
âYeah, sorry I took so long,â he sighed, the weight on his shoulders palpable until the tension eased away as he slid into the tub beside you.
You moved closer, collapsing into his chest and nuzzling against him, the warmth of his embrace far better than any hot bath. âIâm just glad youâre here.â
His hand gently stroked the back of your head, smoothing the damp tendrils on your shoulders as he glanced down at you, then at the mirror reflecting your intertwined bodies. The image before him was a vision of what the rest of his life would look like. As he correctly foretold. As he meticulously planned. Everything falling into place.
âMe too.â
Your eyes still flickered toward the door with the keypad, curiosity gnawing at you, but you pushed it aside. Whatever was hidden behind that door no longer mattered. Joshua was all that mattered now. You were irrevocably his, as he was irrevocably yours.Â
Whatever secrets he had, he could keep them.
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mafia san! keeps his glasses on when he eats you out btwâŚâŚ
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âI just want to see my princess fall apart. Is that so bad?â he coos near your trembling thigh, pressing a gentle kiss to it, before pushing his drenched glasses further up the slope of his nose.
âB-but your glassesâŚI ruined them,â you whisper weakly, still clutching at his disheveled raven hair.
A low, amused hum rumbles from Sanâs throat, rubbing your abundant arousal around just to hear how wet his playtoy was for him. âThatâs perfectly okay, sweet. Itâs only fair after letting me ruin you night after night.â
Itâs odd that heâs being so sweet to you now, when he just got done making you cum so many times, you forgot where you were even at, but how could you possibly forget? You were Sannieâs favorite girl. Anytime he got home from a raid with the boys, had an important drug-fueled business meeting, or just got done blowing somebodyâs head off, it was you who heâd play with.
And, here he was, making a home for himself in between your bruised thighs, lapping and sucking at your swollen cunt like it was a lovely summertime treat, gazing up at you past his arousal stained glasses, his sharp eyes boring into yours, drinking in all your pleasure, not privy to the splatter of blood that still stained the side of his tan face. You wouldnât have it any other way.
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Š kitten4sannie, 2024.
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description: fluff â university au â fuckboy taesan turned loser
in which fuckboy turned loser taesan finds himself unexpectedly chasing after a sweet and innocent girl he met at a party
pairings: h. taesan x afab!reader
words: 4.6k
warnings: mildly suggestive â cussing â mentions of alcohol & sex
authorâs note: hiii itâs lynn again!! (Ëśáľ áľ áľËś) this oneshot is partially inspired by nct dreamâs japanese song âstupid cupidâ so i strongly recommend that you listen to it while reading (ă
´ Ë `) happy reading !!
tags: @onedoornet
the arrow of love accidentally pierced me
"i'm not going."
taesan groaned and refused to move as jaehyun and leehan pulled his arm insistently to get him off the bed, miserably failing in their attempts to drag taesan to yet another party.
"since when do you of all people say no to parties"
jaehyun scoffed and crossed his arms while taesan glared back at him.
"i wanna have fun instead of being your guys' dd again. i go to parties with you guys and don't even get to drink let alone get laid"
he complained, waving his hands back and forth as leehan sprayed cologne all over the place, obviously bored with the way things were going with jaehyun's horrible attempt at persuading taesan to come.
"you don't have to be dd so pleaseeee come with us. it's literally walking distance to the other building"
jaehyun resorted to begging, dropping to his knees and holding his hands together in front of taesan. taesan just scoffed in amusement before looking at leehan.
"no dd?"
leehan shook his head in response, ceasing his cologne attacks. taesan let out a light sigh, stretching his arms before getting up off the bed.
"dress code is formal"
jaehyun shouted excitedly before running to the other room to grab his own outfit he brought to taesan's dorm.
taesan rummaged through his closet and found a black collared shirt with dress pants. he had no clue who chose the party theme but silently thanked them for giving him an excuse to wear that one shirt that emphasized his arm muscles perfectly.
"pregame~"
jaehyun sang as he came back holding three shot glasses and some soju, quickly pouring it before handing one to each person.
"to jaehyun hopefully getting laid tonight"
leehan toasted as jaehyun shamelessly seconded the wish.
'hopefully me too if these fuckers don't ruin it again'
taesan thought to himself as they all clinked shot glasses, downing them as fast as jaehyun poured them. the three sighed as the familiar slight fuzzy feeling coursed through their veins.
"okay let's go ladies !!"
jaehyun excitedly ushered everyone out the door, practically dragging taesan out of his own home.
"i need want a girl"
jaehyun whined the entire way there, leehan silently shaking his head at his desperation while taesan exasperatedly sighed.
"you say this and fumble every time because of how drunk you get. you think you'd learn after how many times it happened"
taesan shook his head as he raised his hand to ring the doorbell. he didn't even get near it before the door swung open and the most beautiful girl he's ever seen stepped out.
"oh shit itâs freezing- oh sorry, i opened the door kinda fast didnât i? but hey, welcome in"
you looked up with a smile at the three boys, nodding briefly before stepping outside to go to your car and grab more drinks.
jaehyun and leehan excitedly went in, taesan following suit shortly after looking back to get a good look at you. not being able to see much since it was so dark out, he just went inside to make himself a drink.
taesan forgot about you for a while, instead drinking and hanging out with other people he recognized at the party. he stayed with sungho and riwoo, his upperclassman friends from his class.
"oh y/n!"
sungho called you over and waved after seeing you finally put all the drinks on the counter. you gave him a bright smile and waved back, carefully walking over while avoiding bumping into other people.
"hey guys, how's the party?"
you asked with a slight giggle as you gave sungho a side hug, already a little tipsy from the fruity cocktail you held.
"it's great y/n. glad to see you're finally loosening up"
sungho joked as you nudged his shoulder lightly. taesan just watched your guys' interaction, mostly focusing on you. he recognized you as the one who swung open the door, and he finally got to take a good look at you in better lighting.
you were much shorter than him and wearing a tight, navy blue dress that hugged all your curves so perfectly. your hair was curled and had tiny blue bows in it to match your dress. you had glittery makeup that made you glow even more when you smiled.
it was simple: taesan couldn't keep his eyes off you. and not in the normal 'she's so bad' kinda way. he fell in love on sight.
"he's kidding, i'm actually the one who introduced him to all our regulars who throw parties"
you smiled at taesan with a hint of worry in your eyes at how dazed he seemed. taesan snapped out of it and nodded back at you.
"oh? did you two already know each other?"
riwoo asked in slight surprise, becoming even more amused when the two of you shook your heads. he'd been observing the entire thing, and could clearly see taesan was unusually interested in you.
"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry. i haven't even introduced myself yet. i'm y/n"
you smiled brightly and stuck a hand out for taesan to shake and he took it delicately, squeezing it gently. you just missed the faint blush spreading on the back of his neck before he covered it up with his hand.
"i'm taesan. i think i've seen you around campus. nursing major right?"
you adopted a look of surprise and nodded.
"yeah, how'd you know??"
"your pretty face isn't exactly forgettable, you know"
you froze up in shock at how bold taesan was being for someone you just met. taesan felt like he wanted to die at the corny line.
usually fuckboy taesan was more pulled together and could say stuff like that easily, but around you? he had no idea what had gotten into him.
sungho and riwoo just stared in astonishment at the clear flirting happening between the two of you
"sungho and i are gonna go out to the car real quick. we'll be right back"
riwoo said all of a sudden, pointedly smirking at taesan before dragging sungho off to sit outside for a bit. you watched with slight shock as the two quickly darted through the crowd to get outside, turning your attention back to an equally flustered taesan.
"okay anyways mr. stalker, i haven't seen you around campus. what's your major?"
you asked as you gestured towards the counter, offering to make taesan a drink. he quickly downed the little beer he had left and followed you.
"i'm a kines major. i saw you a couple times when preparing for the sports clinic event"
"ooh so we might be working together soon for the sports clinic event soon?"
you turned to look at him, smiling as you handed him a fruity pink cocktail. taesan looked down and smiled slightly at the glitter coating the rim, praying that it was edible as he took the glass from your hand. he didn't miss the way your hand lingered on his before fully handing it over.
"yeah, and i might be the patient with how sweet this drink looks"
taesan looked at you teasingly as he gestured to the glittery drink, making you giggle as he took a sip.
"how is it?"
"good. it's not too sweet for me, thank goodness"
taesan nodded and you let out a little sigh of relief, a smile spreading on your face as you sipped your own drink.
"so anyways, are you a lightweight?
before you two knew it, you had migrated to the couch to have an actual conversation, taking more than enough twisted teas with you.
"fuck no. bet i could drink more than you"
taesan snorted, looking at your mock offense as you gasped.
"you're on"
you grinned as you clinked cocktail glasses with him, preparing for a long night of drinking with someone new.
"so how'd you get to know sungho and riwoo?"
taesan looked at you while passing a can of twisted tea, clinking your guys' cans together while you thought of how you guys met.
"we met in one of my classes last year. those two basically took me into their friend group and watched over me since i didn't know anyone, and we got close that way. and you?"
"they're kines majors too, so we work together a lot. they're hella cool people"
you hummed and nodded in agreement.
at first it was just small talk and getting to know each other, but it quickly escalated to faint touches and obvious flirting. at least on taesan's part.
"we should meet up sometime to go eat"
taesan turned his head to look at you, both of you sitting sloppily on the couch, already pretty tipsy. you giggled and looked at him.
"i'd like that. wanna go out to eat something together?"
you kept giggling, slurring your words as you reached to clutch taesan's arm for stability before pulling away, laying down in the process. he didn't miss the way you trailed your nails down his forearm before pulling away.
"of course. make it a date?
taesan finished off his can of twisted tea before looking back at you, eyes getting heavy as he reached to interlock his fingers with yours.
before you could even say anything, taesan passed out right next to you. you shot up and checked to see if he was okay before lying back down next to him, laughing nonstop at how ridiculous the situation was.
as if on cue, jaehyun and leehan stumbled into the living room and saw taesan passed out next to you.
"did this loser actually fall asleep?"
leehan snorted as you giggled, shaking your head and clearly having no idea what was actually going on. jaehyun just laughed and worked to drag taesan up and out.
"thanks for hosting y/n. it was fun"
jaehyun gave you a smile and wave before putting taesan on his back. as the three left, your roommate came into the room with a smirk as she picked you up and brought you to your room.
"oh pretty girl, we're gonna have a fun talk tomorrow"
chaeryeong scoffed, an amused smile spreading across her lips as you smacked your lips and smiled contently as you fell asleep.
girl you got me crazy, blame it on stupid cupid
taesan woke up the next morning feeling like absolute shit. he got up to go get water from the kitchen and saw jaehyun sitting at the counter, looking like he was also dying of a fat headache.
"hey"
jaehyun croaked out as he passed taesan a packet of liquid iv and a plate of pancakes.
"hey. did u get anyone's number this time?"
taesan asked as customary after a party, with jaehyun groaning and shaking his head as usual.
"i saw you talking it up with y/n though"
jaehyun teased and a slight smile appeared on taesan's face. before he could say anything, leehan ran into the room.
"you're talking to y/n? of all people you chose y/n??"
leehan said a little too loudly, causing the other two to clutch their heads and hurriedly shush him for how loud he was being.
"what's wrong with y/n? you know her or something?"
taesan's eyebrows furrowed and jaehyun nodded in agreement.
"nothing's wrong with y/n. but you?? and y/n?? mister fuckboy taesan trying to get in the pants of the nicest person in the world??"
leehan questioned as taesan looked taken aback.
"who said i wanted to get in her pants? and why are you so shocked in the first place?"
leehan sighed and took a fat swig of jaehyun's water, ignoring jaehyun's protests.
"y/n doesn't seem like the type of girl you can fuck around with for fun. she gives off the vibe of looking for a genuine relationship"
leehan explained as jaehyun snatched his water back and chugged the rest.
"well good because i actually like her"
taesan scoffed as jaehyun spat out the water across the kitchen island.
"WHAT."
leehan and jaehyun both turned to taesan with the most incredulous looks in their eyes. taesan looked at them and scoffed.
"is it that hard to believe i can like someone?"
"yes."
"dude you're literally the epitome of an emo fuckboy."
"okay rude. maybe not like her, but i'm interested"
taesan rolled his eyes while the other two collected themselves and laughed.
"you and y/n as a couple would be insane"
leehan cackled as he walked out of the room, jaehyun's own laughs quieting as he cleaned up the water.
"whatever. see you in class tomorrow"
taesan glared at jaehyun, going back to the guest room to grab his stuff, promptly leaving to go to his own apartment.
24/7 like a party ... it's going to go out of control, heartbeat
for the next couple days, taesan miraculously saw you everywhere. sure, he'd seen you around campus once or twice, but now? you were popping up around every corner every second of the day, and taesan was going insane.
"bro why do you keep staring at that fountain? itâs the middle of winter. itâs not even running"
jaehyun complained as he looked over at the fountain and saw absolutely nothing. taesan shook out of his daze and turned back to jaehyun.
"just spacing out"
he shrugged and jaehyun gave him a weird look, continuing whatever he was talking about while taesan stayed dazed.
"is that y/n?"
leehan suddenly said and taesan whipped his head towards the fountain again. but you weren't there.
"holy shit he wants her bad"
jaehyun and leehan started laughing as taesan just groaned and put his head in his hands.
"i've been seeing her around here every day and i swear i've never even seen her here before that party. should've gotten her number"
taesan muttered as he lifted his head to look at the two, who were the ones staring at the fountain this time.
"i think you manifested y/n's appearance"
leehan laughed and jaehyun waved at taesan, motioning him to go over to you.
"go talk to her and get her number loverboy"
he hissed and taesan hesitated. seeing you weren't with friends or anything today, he decided to go over before you left.
it's going to be bad if you keep going like this
"y/n?"
you looked up to see taesan walking towards you, acting all surprised that you were there as if he hadn't seen you there for a whole week straight.
"oh hey, taesan right? good to see you again"
you smiled as taesan came to a stop right in front of you.
"how's the clinic been going for you? i haven't seen you around so i guess we didn't sign up for the same shifts or something?"
taesan asked and your smile dropped a little. you really thought you'd see taesan at the clinic sessions, and not seeing him until now made your unusual encounter all the more nerve racking.
"it's been a lot of fun working with my classmates and meeting the kines majors"
your bright smile came back and taesan couldn't help but smile back at you.
"that's great, they're all really good people. um, well, i was wondering if-"
"Y/N!"
you whipped your head around to see sungho calling your name and waving at you. you smiled and waved back while taesan also waved awkwardly.
"oh hey taesan. y/n and i were about to go shopping around the area. wanna join us?"
sungho invited and taesan shook his head.
"i just came over to say hi real quick. jaehyun and leehan are over there waiting for me anyways"
he gestured towards his friends, and you and sungho both nodded in understanding.
"well, bye taesan"
you reached to give taesan's arm a quick, gentle squeeze as you walked by. sungho smirked at the sight as he gave taesan a pat on the back, unknowingly having ruined taesan's attempt to get your number.
taesan walked like a dejected puppy back to his friends who were eagerly waiting to hear the story by this point.
"i got cockblocked and didn't get her number"
he groaned and buried his face in his hands while the other two looked on and laughed.
"never in my life did i think taesan was a loser until now"
leehan chuckled as he calmed down, jaehyun still dying and fighting for his life while taesan continued to look dejected.
all taesan could think about is what that touch on the arm meant. was it casual? did you already pick up on the fact that he liked you? did you reciprocate? he was completely confused.
"watch, i'm gonna get her number soon"
taesan declared as he got up and started walking to his next class after bidding the two goodbye.
"wanna bet that he isn't gonna get it by the time the week is over"
"bet he is"
"$20?"
"you're on"
is it bad? is it good?
taesan was able to poke his head around the clinic to visit you under the pretense of visiting his other kines major friends.
and every. single. time. you drove taesan crazy with the subtle touches you would give in response to his poor flirting.
at first it started simple with a little squeeze of the hand or arm, but then it escalated to interlocking your fingers together while you had a conversation.
taesan thought it was cute with the way you played with his fingers while he talked, but also? it set his heart on fire and he lost his train of thought the moment he felt you rub your thumb against the palm of his hand.
"um, taesan?"
you questioned in response to his silence, to which taesan shook out of his daze and kept yapping about what kines majors do.
taesan thought he was fumbling bad. he stuttered constantly, ears flushed whenever you gave him one of your light touches, and was visibly shaking when you held his hand. the boy was so worried that he was gonna scare you off just by coming off so awkward.
i don't know what to do
âwhat the fuckâ
riwoo woke up to an obnoxious taesan banging on the door, to which he scrambled to open it as soon as possible.
âwhatâs wrong?â
riwoo croaked out as he saw taesanâs panicked face.
âi think iâm fumbling y/nâ
he breathed out as he walked in and collapsed on the couch, a confused riwoo following behind him after shutting the door.
âwhat did you doâ
riwoo collapsed next to him, grabbing a pillow and shutting his eyes while preparing to listen to taesanâs rant.
âi donât even know but iâve been hella nervous around her and stuttering and i still havenât asked for her number and sheâs been all touchy with me and iâm scared of what she thinks of me iâm so confusedâ
taesan said all at once while riwoo stayed silent to process it all.
âwait so are you really interested in something real with her?â
riwoo opened his eyes and admitted defeat since he couldnât go back to sleep with a yapping taesan.
taesanâs eyebrows furrowed before nodding slightly.
âwell thank goodness because sheâs not the type to fuck around. anyways, if sheâs been touchy and not dry then i think that means youâre okay no? y/n plays dumb but sheâs not naive. if sheâs acting like that then sheâs probably interested tooâ
riwoo concluded before thinking for a bit again.
âjust start by getting her number. i donât know why you think itâs so hard after having an entire catalog of girlsâ numbers, but start by deleting all those if you want something serious. and be good to her. that girlâs my ride or dieâ
riwoo yawned as he ushered taesan out the door.
âyou really think i can get her number?â
âpositive, you fucking loserâ
riwoo teased as taesan rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath before walking down to find y/n at the clinic again.
he saw you standing in the doorway preparing to take a patient in for a flu shot. you glanced up and gave taesan a small smile before closing the door for the patientâs privacy.
taesanâs heart was racing a mile a minute as he sat and waited for you to be done in the room. he took a while to calm his heart down and steel up his nerves, but he did over the course of the 20 minutes you were gone.
âtaesan? what are you doing here?â
taesan jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, not realizing you had walked the patient out already and stood in front of him.
âi came to say hi, maybe ask if you wanted to get lunch or something?â
taesan tried to be as nonchalant as possible while he said that, but the rosy blush on his cheeks gave him away. you couldnât help the small smile that spread to the corners of your lips.
âiâd love to! just let me get changed really quickâ
you grabbed your tote bag and ran off to the dressing room to change as soon as possible. taesan laughed lightly at how you seemed so excited to go eat after probably 6 hours at the clinic.
âready?â
taesan stood up the moment he saw you come out and you smiled and nodded.
âi was thinking we could walk to somewhere around campus. you craving anything specific?â
taesan looked at you while you two walked and you thought for a minute before looking up at him.
âiâve kinda been craving udonâ
you admitted and taesan looked at you as if you were the most perfect person in the world. udon? in the middle of winter?? with a beautiful girl??? taesan was practically on cloud 9.
âsounds perfect to meâ
taesan smiled and you two walked together down to the little area on campus full of restaurants and little shops. the two of you sat down in a small booth and taesan could barely keep eye contact with you. he thanked god that you decided to sit opposite of him or else you wouldâve felt the seat shake from how much he was trembling.
âdo you have any classes after this?â
you suddenly asked and taesan shook his head.
âdo you?â
you sadly nodded your head.
âi have psych in 2 hours so we can still stay here and talk for a good whileâ
you smiled as you looked at taesan and he couldnât help but mirror your smile too. the sweet waitress came back with your guysâ bowls of udon, so the conversation quieted for a while, with some small talk and jokes scattered in between bites.
âthank you for coming to see me and taking me to get lunchâ
you said happily as you took the check from the waitressâs hands, smile dropping when you saw that the bill was paid for entirely.
âtaesan what the hell? you didnât have to pay for lunch. i can pay you backâ
you hurriedly opened your purse until taesan stopped you and shook his head.
âi asked you to lunch so iâm gonna pay. donât even worry about itâ
he said as he guided you to stand up and walk outside. you had a slight frown on your lips, feeling guilty for not having contributed at all.
âlet me pay for lunch next time though, please?â
you pleaded with taesan and he looked at you skeptically before laughing and nodding.
âgive me your number so we can plan another lunch date?â
you smirked and raised your eyebrows at that, but put your number in taesanâs phone nonetheless.
âyouâre not slick han taesan, i see youâ
you laughed and taesan looked away in slight embarrassment before laughing with you. in reality, taesanâs heart was bursting with joy, but he wasnât about to let you know that he was freaking out inside.
âiâll walk you to class. itâs on the way to the dorms anywaysâ
taesan looked at you and said, making you smile at him gratefully.
âat least itâs a short walk. ready to go?â
you snaked your arm around taesanâs, holding it close while you two walked back to campus.
âi had a lot of fun talking to you today. iâve been wondering if you were ever gonna reach out after we talked at my partyâ
you admitted as you two walked back to school. taesan scoffed in an attempt to hide how happy he was that you reciprocated.
âi had a lot of fun talking to you then too. i wanted to talk to you more but i didnât have your numberâ
taesan said as he reached a hand up to cover the blush on his neck. it didnât go unnoticed by you but you didnât mention it.
âwell you do now. i gotta go but text me whenever so we can go on a longer date next time taesanâ
you gave taesanâs arm one final squeeze with a sweet smile before disappearing into the lecture room, slowly disappearing from taesanâs line of sight.
the moment taesan couldnât see you anymore, he started smiling so widely he thought his cheeks were gonna stretch out.
âbro sheâs so sweet and so cute and i finally got her numberâ
taesan yapped all about you to jaehyun and leehan, who were less than happy to listen but also happy for you. they loved you like a sister and were happy it was taesan of all people who liked you enough to change his fuckboy ways.
however, things usually happen in more ways than one, donât they? as they say, allâs fair in love and war.
blame it on stupid cupid
âchaer?â
you woke up on the night of your party and rubbed your eyes to find your roommate basically trembling with excitement to hear the story of you and taesan.
âgirl you gotta tell me everything that happened between you guysâ
chaeryeong jumped onto your bed and waited eagerly to hear the story.
ânothing even happened. heâs just really sweet and wanted to get to know me a little. was too drunk to get my number thoughâ
you said simply, hoping that chaeryeong wouldnât question it, but she did.
âwhat do you mean he didnât get your number? youâre SO FINE i wouldâve asked immediatelyâ
she complained and you shrugged. all of a sudden she shot up, startling you in the process.
âfuck no y/n, this is operation âget you with taesanâ timeâ
chaeryeong said and you groaned, not bothering to hide your amused smile.
âlay it on me. whatâs your amazing plan chaer?â
âGIRL OKAY so you need to walk by these places every day. taesan passes by them pretty often. i see him all the time walking to class so make HIM come to YOUâ
she huffed proudly after she finished her speech and you clapped sarcastically.
âi can try. we also have clinic together so maybe he can ask for my number then tooâ
âalso make sure to touch his shoulder or something. guys are like, from the victorian era. theyâll take ANYTHING as a sign so long as you give it to themâ
you werenât that confident taesan was even interested in you like that, but seeing the way he looked for you every time you passed by the fountain made you wanna keep teasing him by simply passing by.
the moment he actually came up to you was the moment you knew you got him. and so, the actual mastermind behind you and taesan progressing was none other than lee chaeryeong.
girl you got me crazy, blame it on stupid cupid
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In Your Strong Arms
Summary: You love Changbin's muscles and strength, especially when he pins you down with no mercy.
Pairing: Changbin x fem reader
Genre: smut, fluff if you blink--sooo MDNI 18+ only
Word Count: 969
Warnings: p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up, wrap it up) strength/size kink, dirty talk?
Note: Idk but Changbin's muscles are on my mind so here's the product omg. This was almost a full fic lol
As usual likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated :)
This is in no way how Changbin is in reality. This is only for fun.
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. Šmoonchild9350 (2024)
You couldnât speak, mouth opened in a wide âOâ. You couldnât speak because you were being fucked within an inch of your life by Changbin, a boy you met a few months ago at a party. Since then you guys have become friends with benefits, no strings attached and you were perfectly fine with that as he was good, well very good in bed. Â
Changbin had you flat on your back, legs spread up and out, pinning them down with his strong arms as he pounded into you. Sweat was dripping down his face and onto your belly with the amount of force he was giving with each thrust. Your body rocked back and forth on the sheets, tits bouncing up and down, little gasps and moans falling from your mouth. It felt so good, pussy clenching around his cock again and again.Â
âMy little bunny is speechless huh?â Changbin taunted you. âPussy just too damn good bunny. Oh. my. god.â he punctuated with each thrust. Â
Your pussy was stretched around his thick cock, wrapped around his cock so snuggly. You were so tight it blew his mind. The slide was easy as you were dripping wet, you were always soaking wet for him. This pussy was his for all he cared. He had you in his favorite position, open and pliant on your back so he could pin you down so you couldnât run. His to ruin. Â
He pounded into you harder, listening to the wet sounds coming from your pussy, his heavy balls slapping your ass. Your little whines and âahsâ was music to his ears. He pressed down on your legs a little harder, and shifted his hips so he could go deeper, listening to you whine out at the change in position, your voice mixed with pleasure and pain. His good little bunny was fucked out.
He was fucking you deep, his cock brushing against your sweet spot over and over. You were close, so close. You reached up to run your hands down his arms, his muscles bulging with the effort of holding you down. You dug your nails into his arms, Changbin letting out a hiss at the pain. Watching as his tits slightly bounced, you moved your hands over to pinch his nipples, listening to him grunt with each pinch.
âMmggh âs so wet Binnie, wet just for you,â you breathed out.Â
You reached down to rub at your clit, your fingers slipping and sliding due to the amount of slick that was pouring out of you. Â
âSo tight bunny, need to stretch this pussy out more huh,â Changbin cooed.
You shook your head, frantically rubbing at your clit, âyeah, ahh, yes Binnieâs cuntâŚneed to stretch me out more.â Â
You let out a loud wail, that band building in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. Changbin noticed you were close, it was his favorite thing to watch after all, you falling apart beneath him. He swiveled his hips into you, watching your toes curl and breath pick up, tits heaving up and down with each breath. He pounded and pounded into you until you let out a loud moan, chanting his name over and over, a white ring coating his cock, your slick pouring out of you and onto his abdomen.Â
You felt like you couldnât breathe when you reached your high. Your vision turning white, toes curling inwards, thighs shaking within Changbinâs grasp.  Your orgasm was so strong, never having cum that hard before. You felt Changbin continue to fuck you through your orgasm, never slowing down his thrusts.Â
He caged you in with his body, leaning down whispering, âBinnieâs dirty bunny. Such a good bunny for Binnieâ and nipping and sucking at your neck, helping you ride out your high. Â
Tears started to form in the corner of your eye, threatening to fall from the overstimulation you were receiving. You placed your palms on Changbinâs chest, weakly pushing on him, hoping heâll slow down. Â
âNa uh bunny, just lay there like a good bunny. Let me use this sweet pussy.â Changbin said as you tried to push him away.Â
You slurred out, âBinnieâs good bunnyâ feeling like you were floating, mind completely empty, barely focusing on the pleasure you were feeling. Â
Changbin was close, feeling your tight pussy squeeze his cock, as it dragged through your walls. He thrusted and thrusted until he came, moaning out loudly and stilling his hips as thick, white, hot cum shot into your walls, coating every inch before leaking out of pussy. Letting out a shaky breath, he looked down at you, noticing you were far away, eyes unfocused, tears streaming down your face.Â
âBunny, my sweet bunny,â he cooed. Â
He released his hold on your legs before gently pulling out of you, his cum slipping out and pooling on the sheets below. He helped you roll on your side before wrapping his arms around your waist as you curled into him. He stroked your hair, pressing kisses into your hair, as you came back to him. Â
âBinnie?â you mumbled out after a while.
âI'm here sweet girl,â Changbin replied. Â
You laid there for a while, safe and warm in Changbinâs arms, completely content. Changbin softly said, âletâs get you cleaned up, ok?â You nodded your head, feeling Changbin pick you up to carry you to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter before running a bath, putting your favorite bubble bath and bath salts in. He gently scooped you up and carefully sat down in the tub. You instantly rested into him, laying your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you once more.
âIm meant to be in these strong arms,â you thought. But that would have to be a conversation for another day.Â
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the way i see you ; remus lupin x reader
âť synopsis: you're an artist, but you never let any of your friends see your work. they finally attend one of your exhibits and see your feelings on paper
âť word count: 4346
âť content: swearing, allusions to sex, gryffindor reader but literally mentioned once, no pronouns but implied to be fem reader, kissing, no war AU!!
âť the remus brainrot is strong rn
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You were an artist, you had been the whole time the boys knew you. Even in first year as a shy eleven year old, you were always scribbling away in a little sketchbook that lived in the big pockets of your robes. The hobby only developed as you got older, expanding mediums and filling countless sketchbooks. When you werenât studying (or even when you were supposed to be) it was almost a given that youâd be working on a piece somewhere, far from the prying eyes of others.
Your friends caught glances of your art sometimes, doodles on the corner of your essays or notes, maybe a stray page left out in your dorm which told them you were good, but you never ever willingly let them see it. They didnât know why, truthfully, you didnât know either, but it had always been that way and everyone had more or less accepted that.
âHave you ever drawn me?â Sirius asked one afternoon as you all sat out by the Black Lake, cocky grin on his face.
ââCourse,â You answered simply, moving to turn back to your conversation with Remus.
âWait, really?â
âWell you have to have drawn me then, right? Canât just be Padfoot!â James cut in quickly, making you laugh, nodding.
âBefore everyone starts asking, lets just establish that Iâve drawn all of you at some point, okay?â You thought that would calm them down, but it only riled them up further, much to your chagrin.
âAnd you havenât shown us?â Marlene cried dramatically.
âI deserve to see you capture my beauty!â Sirius collapsed in an exaggerated performance and you couldnât decide whether you were amused or embarrassed, giggling and hiding your face in Remusâ shoulder. He merely pat you on the shoulder, shooting you a fond gaze you couldnât see. James caught it though, and smirked in a way that Remus knew he was about to be embarrassed.
âHave you drawn Moony?â He asked, and you both looked at him suddenly.
âProngs, donât,â Remus said sternly, then turning to you, âItâs okay, you donât have to answer⌠I know they must ruin the picture.â He gestured down to his scars. You just looked at him for a moment, utterly baffled.
âAs if some silly scars would stop me from drawing you,â You said, a sweet smile on your lips, âYouâre my biggest inspiration, Moony.â He blushed at that but the rest of your friends tactfully ignored it, though the boys shot him some shit-eating looks.
It was probably true that you drew Remus the most, but it was only because you spent the most time with him! Or, thatâs what you told yourself anyway. Remus Lupin was your best friend in the world, and you loved him more than anything. Since you were always together and hanging out, clearly youâd draw him more, it was perfectly natural!
Your study sessions together in the library often devolved quickly, essays abandoned to the side, both of you falling into chatter as you studied and sketched him.
âWhatâre you drawing, dove?â Heâd always ask, knowing youâd never tell. Youâd simply press your lips into a cheeky smile, shaking your head resolutely.
âUh-uh,â Youâd say, âAn artist never reveals her secrets.â
âIâm pretty sure thatâs magicians, stupid,â He laughed, running a hand through his curls.
âOh,â You frowned, âWell Iâm that too, arenât I?â
âHardly,â He snorted, âYour essays are more doodles than writing.â
âHey, Slughorn gave me a whole extra mark for the portrait I drew last week, so none of that.â
Or youâd follow him out of the pub you were all in when Remus needed a smoke, sitting on the blacked out window ledge as he lit up. You thought he might have been the most beautiful person in the world when he smoked, the way the lighter brought out the gold flecks in his eyes and hair and the shadows of night emphasised his unreal bone structure. Youâd probably drawn him in that exact scenario hundreds of times, but it wasnât your fault he looked like a fallen angel. When he leaned over to give you a puff you took it gratefully, if only for the proximity. You werenât much of a smoker, but for Remus youâd let your lungs rot.
It was moments like that where youâd wonder what it would be like to kiss him, lean past the cigarette and put your mouth on his. Sometimes you thought he wanted it too, the way heâd get slightly too close for best friends, his own hand being the one to stick the dart into your mouth, sometimes so close your lips brushed his fingers. Moments like that made you wonder if he loved you back. Then later, when everyone was drunker, youâd see him stick his tongue down some prettier girlâs throat and youâd remember your place as his best friend. If it stung you tried not to show it, letting some sleazy guy a few years older than you buy you drinks until Peter told you it was time to leave.
Still, you were mostly alright with just being friends with Remus. You still got most of the benefits; his conversation, his dry humour, the ability to look at his gorgeous face. Who needed everything else? Plus, you could draw him whenever you wanted, doing whatever you wanted â not in a weird way. Mostly. You still would never admit that youâd drawn him holding your hand, or kissing you, or other things you desired⌠The magic of art, right?
After years of bugging, you finally submitted to your friends constant nagging. The day that you officially graduated Hogwarts was an emotional one. Seven years of constant laughter and magic (both literal and the sentimental kind) were over, and the world seemed too large and intimidating compared to the familiar walls of your school. Yet there was no stopping it, and you were all Hogwarts graduates.
While all your parents cried and reminisced over coffee in the Great Hall, your friends had gone for one last deep conversation by the Black Lake. Discussions of the future were unavoidable, but were mostly positive. Talks of trips youâd take, apartments youâd live in and hell youâd raise. When you all quietened down slightly, struck by it being the last time youâd sit in front of the lake, you cleared your throat.
âUm, I have something for you guys, a graduation gift.â From your purse you pulled the envelopes, all filled with fancy cardstock from the art shop near your family home. Youâd drawn a simple grey-lead portrait of each of your friends, framed with a little message of congratulations. You watched anxiously as they each opened the envelopes, nervous all the hype would make the art seem inconsequential. Your fear couldnât be farther from the truth.
Sirius gasped dramatically as he saw what it was, but a genuine smile followed straight after. James burst straight into tears, hardly getting the picture all the way out. You could tell Lily was trying not to follow, but seeing her boyfriend cry set off the waterworks for her. Marlene and Mary were inspecting the others, pointing out the little details youâd put in, like Maryâs favourite daisy earrings or the slit Marlene had impulsively shaved into her eyebrow only a few weeks before. Peter was bright pink, flattered to the highest degree. Remus was hard to read, simply staring at you with the strangest look in his eye. You couldnât ask him about it though, being ambushed with hugs from every direction.
âI canât believe youâve been hiding all this talent from us,â Peter said, the rest agreeing.
âDidnât know we had our very own Da Vinci hiding behind a Gryffindor tie,â Marlene added, making you blush and grin.
You dreaded to imagine what it would look like from an outsiderâs perspective, the eight of you teary, sweaty messes all piled on top of each other. Well, seven of you.
âCome on, Moony,â James called in a sing-song voice, âIf you canât submit to a hug at our graduation I am going to give you the biggest, slobberiest kiss and you wonât be able to do a thing about it.â Remus snorted, rolling his eyes.
âYou look like absolute wankers,â Was all he said, but joined the pile nonetheless, and you were extra glad he was mainly holding on to you. When you all finally pulled away it was minutes later, but the whole thing was strangely cathartic.
âWe all have to promise that weâll always be friends, no matter what,â Mary said, putting her pinky finger out. The rest of you agreed, sticking your pinkies in for a very convoluted eight way promise. With that sorted your friends started heading back up the hill to the school building, ready to leave Hogwarts forever and prepare for a long night of heavy drinking. Remus held you back. James sent you a suggestive glance when he noticed but left it that, drawing Lily in for a bittersweet kiss.
You turned to Remus, only for his eyes to be locked on the portrait. Youâd spent so much time trying to get it perfect for him, practising the stupid knot he insisted on tying every day despite the rest of the school going with a less convoluted method of wearing their ties.
âDo you like it?â You asked, subconsciously twisting your ring around your pointer finger. Remus let out a half laugh.
âI love it, honest. Itâs insane, really. That you can make this just like that. Itâs justâŚâ You searched his eyes for the rest of the sentence. âYou make me lookâŚâ He didnât finish but you knew immediately what he meant. Remus hated looking at himself, training his eyes down in the bathroom and opting to always be the photographer so he didnât have to see himself in the final product. You knew of course it was because of his scars, but you genuinely couldnât believe he thought they were ugly, much less made him ugly.
âI wish you could see yourself the way I see you, just once,â You sighed, grabbing his free hand and interlocking your fingers, leading him back to where the others were waiting.
Four years out of Hogwarts and youâd all kept your promise. Of course you didnât see each other quite as much as the boarding school schedule allowed, but the boys all had an apartment together which brought you together often enough â except James and Lily who were married and had moved down to Godricâs Hollow to raise baby Harry. That similarly brought you all to meet often, all determined to spoil Harry as his aunts and uncles.
You werenât a full-time artist professionally, though you still did it just as much. Youâd evolved to paints by then; living with a muggle because the rent was cheap had the added bonus of not having to worry about leaving your paintings on the easel since you didnât really care what they thought about your art anyway.
Your friends were all huddled in the boysâ apartment living room, every seat taken as you all caught up. You were on the couch with Remus, absentmindedly running your hands through his hair as his head rested on your lap. You still werenât dating, but Lily always said you might as well have been. You laughed her off every time â if he hadnât said anything by now how could he feel the same way? You tried to pretend it didnât still sting.
Youâd tried dating, Remus too. Heâd had countless partners since youâd finished school â even more one night stands. Nothing lasted more than a few months. Youâd done slightly better, you made it about a year with some bloke that Remus hated before he revealed himself as a colossal dickhead, and youâd been mostly single since.
The group was trying to organise their next meeting.
âWhat about the movies next Friday? I wanna see that new muggle film, Knife Runner,â James suggested and you and Remus both snorted.
âBlade Runner, love,â Lily corrected with a giggle and James burst out laughing, making a quick joke at his own expense. Youâd dug your planner out of your purse to check your availability and frowned, closing the book quickly.
âI canât do next Friday, sorry, how about Saturday?â
âAnd what plans have you got on a Friday night, you minx?â Mary asked with wiggling eyebrows. Even Remus looked interested, which made your heart stutter.
âJust a work thing,â You answered quickly, not wanting to reveal the real reason.
âYou lie like a rug!â Marlene yelled, sitting up from her spot on the floor. You winced, you shouldnât have made an excuse that she could so easily disprove, being in the same department of the ministry. âWhat plans are you too embarrassed to tell us about, slag?â You laughed shortly, their assumptions were so completely off.
âItâs not what you thinkââ
âNot what you think my arse, whoâs âDavis Showâ and why is he surrounded by hearts, you absolute tart!â Sirius cried, displaying the planner for everyone to see. You couldnât help but burst out laughing, wheezing as you looked at your friendsâ faux-scandalised expressions.
âLook you twats, Davis Show isnât a man. Iâve been invited to put my art in a show at the Davis Gallery down on Welking Road next week. I can assure you Iâm not shagging a man named Davis.â
The whiplash was immediate, the gossip sniffing exchanged for celebrations, you couldnât tell whose yelling was whose. Peter immediately ran to the kitchen for a bottle of champagne, passing glasses around the room. When the initial excitement wore down you were subjected to a million questions, and tried to answer each of them patiently.
âI canât believe you werenât gonna tell us,â Mary pouted and you sighed.
âYou know how I get about my art,â You explained, âItâs not that I donât love you all, obviously, it just makes me so nervous thinking about you guys all seeing my stuff.â
âYou know weâre all coming now, right?â James said, wiping his glasses where the champagne bubbles had created smudges.
âYou really donât have to,â You put in quickly, âItâs so embarrassing.â
âWhy wonât you let us appreciate you?â Marlene whined.
âItâs just, my art is like an extension of my soul. I donât think Iâd be able to recover if you didnât think it was good.â Your friends grew rowdy at that, offended youâd even think they wouldnât adore your art no matter what. You felt Remus put a hand on your thigh and gave him a weak smile, knowing heâd shut down the conversation if you wanted him to. You didnât want to make a big deal out of nothing though, especially when everyone was being so supportive. You figured everyone was so busy theyâd forget it by the next week anyway.
Friday came, and you were a wreck of nerves. Although youâd sold pieces here and there throughout the years, this show would be the first time your art would be displayed as a collective, and you were terrified of rejection.
Youâd figured your friends werenât actually coming since none of them had really mentioned anything since. Apart from Lily, of course, whoâd sent an owl to your desk that morning with a sweet good luck note and your favourite chocolate.
Even Remus hadnât said anything when you went for coffee on your lunch break. That did puzzle you, you knew he would never go if he thought it would make you uncomfortable, but it wasnât like him as your best friend to forget something so monumental in your life. You thought he was acting kind of weird though, more affectionate than he usually was. He kept looking at you longer than he should, and you wondered if youâd miscounted how far away the next full moon was. When you asked him about it he just brushed it off, looking down at his tea instead like heâd been caught.
âI love you,â He said and you laughed.
âI love you too, Lupin!â You cooed, patting him softly on the hand.
âYouâre amazing, you know?â You arched a brow.
âWhat are you trying to make up for?â You asked suspiciously, giving him a once over to search for answers.
âNothing, promise,â He smiled in a way that made your knees a little weak, âI just wanted to make sure you knew.â
âYouâre gonna give me an ego,â You grumbled, packing up your things to get back to work. As you parted ways he pressed a kiss down to your cheek and you stumbled. Remus was never this affectionate as a person â a pat on the back, a hug if you needed one, yes, but he was never one for casual platonic kisses. You figured it must have been his way to apologise for not coming to the art show? But he knew you didnât mind, so what was he apologising for? You tried to shake it off and get back to work, but you couldnât get your closeness out of your head.
Evening fell and you were setting up your stall before the other patrons came in. Rearranging the paintings until you were pretty much perfectly happy, you looked around, still not fully believing you were really here. People were filtering in, well dressed and chattering softly as young waiters handed out flutes of champagne. You straightened out your silky black skirt in an effort to look more presentable, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
At first things were slow, and you almost regretted not inviting your friends, if only so they could make your area look more interesting. And once you let that thought in, you kind of regretted not inviting them anyway. After all, they were the dearest people in your life and this was such a meaningful event to you.
You couldnât think about that for long though since people had begun to filter over to you, making polite small talk as they admired your paintings. You tried to be energetic, smiling widely if you ever locked eyes with someone. However, deep down, you just wanted your friends.
A little old woman approached you for a while, wanting to know the meaning behind basically every painting and you told her happily, sharing the memories that inspired each work.
âSeems like youâve got some true friends,â She said, âI hope you keep them close.â You agreed, thanking her profusely as she bought a landscape of the Whomping Willow.
It was growing closer and closer to closing, and honestly, it had been a wonderful night. Seeing the way that people reacted and interacted with your art was a magical experience, and changed the way you thought about it entirely. You decided that if you ever got the opportunity again, youâd want to share it with everyone else.
You were just moving to start packing up when you heard a myriad of gasps.
âWhat the fuck, dude?â The unmistakeable voice of Marlene McKinnon said from behind you. You whipped around to meet them, breaking into a cheek splitting smile.
âWhat are you guys doing here?â You asked, rushing over to scoop them all up into a hug.
âFuck that, why didnât you tell us that weâre your exhibition?â Sirius cried, running up to examine the paintings more clearly.
âAnd that theyâre literally professional?â Peter added, eyes wide in wonder. You flushed red under their praise. If your friends thought your pencil portraits were good, they were nothing compared to your paintings.
Plus, every one of them was of your friends, or something sentimental to you all. Landscapes of Hogwarts, portraits of your friends, captured memories of long summer days, or life sketches from when you were all together. You watched them observe the paintings with nervous excitement, loving as they gave specific, personal compliments that only people who truly knew you could give.
âThis our apartment,â Sirius said, pointing to one of your biggest pieces, âThatâs our couch, the pillow Prongs has permanently ruined with butterbeer, thatâs Moony!â
âThere are a lot of paintings of Moony, arenât there?â James whispered to you, wiggling his eyebrows. You flushed again. Sirius continued on, seeming (or pretending) not to have heard.
âWe have to have this in the flat. Right boys?â Your eyes widened.
âReally?â
âFor sure,â Peter said, âIâm buying this one too.â He gestured to one of him and James playing chess in the Gryffindor common room.
âAnd this is taking pride of place at home.â James pointed to a portrait of his and Lilyâs wedding, and Lily similarly chose one of her and baby Harry. Marlene took one of her and Mary on the beach and Mary took one of the group at a house party. Half your paintings ended up being sold by the end of the night, and you couldnât feel luckier. The only one who hadnât said anything was Remus, who couldnât keep his eyes off the paintings.
You shooed your friends out of the gallery once it really was closing time, and got to work packing away your things. You were deep in thought, reflecting on the wild day when someone cleared their throat behind you. It was Remus, and he moved to help you put your things away, stacking the paintings between bubble wrap to protect them.
âThese are really beautiful,â He said, âI mean, we knew you were talented but⌠these are seriously on another level.â
âThanks, Remus.â You smiled, unable to make eye contact as you watched him handle all the paintings youâd done of him. Portraits like the others, but also studies of his hands â god you were obsessed with his hands â his profile, and one less than innocent picture of his back, scars resting over muscles. You probably shouldnât have put that one out, but to be fair you didnât know heâd see it.
There was a somewhat awkward silence between the two of you. Not uncomfortable, per se, but there were definitely things you both wanted to say that neither knew how to.
âLet me drive you home,â Remus settled on and you nodded, letting him help you load your work into the boot of his car. You sat in the passenger seat, absentmindedly tapping your fingers on the dashboard to whatever radio station Remus had turned on. Remus stared straight ahead, knuckles pulled tight around the steering wheel.
âIâm really proud of you, you know. This whole show was incredible.â You went to thank him again but he kept talking. âI just wanted to know, um, there were a lot of paintings of me. I was just wondering why, why me?â You hesitated, unsure of what was going to come out of your mouth.
âI wish you could see yourself the way I see you,â You decided on with a bit of a sigh.
âYouâve said that before, what does that mean?â Your breath hitched. You definitely didnât intend for it all to come out tonight, but if you didnât say it now you doubted you ever would.
âYou are the most beautiful person I know, Remus. I mean, even aside from your personality â which we know I have to be at least somewhat a fan of after all these years â youâre totally fit. Your eyes, your hair, God, your fucking bone structure, youâre literally a walking renaissance painting. And I know you think your scars make you ugly, but you donât know how turned on I get thinking about how theyâd feel on my skin.â Shit, you probably shouldâve stopped talking.
You hadnât realised heâd parked while you were rambling, but now you were sitting outside his apartment and he was looking at you with eyes that looked more like the wolf than him.
âI turn you on?â He whispered, voice suddenly gravelly as he leaned closer in to you.
âMore than anything,â You breathed, brain buffering at the feeling of his breath on your face. Suddenly his mouth was on yours, hot and electric and not at all gentle. It felt like years of pent up frustration being let out all at once, and if he was anything like you, it probably was.
âUp,â He mumbled between kisses and you heard him undoing his seatbelt, hurrying to do the same. You barely disconnected to get out of the car, attaching yourself to his arm as he led the way up to the boysâ flat.
You made it up the three flights of stairs, not without Remus pushing you up against the stairwell wall to stick his tongue in your mouth, and stumbled straight into his bedroom, shedding layers as soon as the door was safely shut.
The next morning you awoke first, initially convinced you were dreaming when you saw him lying peacefully beside you. Eventually you rolled onto your side, ready to get out of bed for a glass of water when his nightstand caught your eye. There, in pride of place, was your graduation portrait of him, with a polaroid of the two of you stuck to the corner. Maybe he really had liked you as long as youâd liked him.
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I think you'll know who's asking thisđ¤
But I NEED to know as a headcannon Who in seventeen is the brat or the brat tamer?? Like it's a genuine thought (And a BIG brainrot)
you're so bad for making me think about this honsetly, but let's go
WHO IN SVT IS A BRAT OR A BRAT TAMER :
SEUNGCHEOL is a brat tamer, he already has a stressful enough life, so he won't tolerate his princess taunting him. yes, he can and will spoil you, but be a brat and he won't be tender at all. he's going all in with the punishments - bending you over his lap to spank you and making you count, tying you up and edging you, calling you names when he knows you're only craving for his approval. he does everything to remind you that he's the one in control.
JEONGHAN is both the brat and the brat tamer. this little shit knows how to rile you up and leave you on the edge, but the difference is that he will not let you act on that. on the contrary, when you're being all needy because he has teased you all day, he will shame you and degrade you for it. punishes you by not letting you cum for literal days because he's mean like that.
JOSHUA is a brat tamer. he's usually a sweet and careful lover, but when you're pushing his buttons, he doesn't let it slide. because he's treating you like a queen and he's not having the way you're disrespecting him. once he gets you pinned underneath him, his fingers deep in your soaked heat and giving you your ninth orgasm of the night, you understand that you made a grave mistake and he's here to remind you of that everytime.
JUN is a brat, but it's unintentional. he never wants to get on your nerves, but sometimes he just needs you when it's not the right time and he can't let it go. it's not that he wants to annoy you, but he's just so horny right now. he takes the punishment so well though, begging prettily and perfectly listening to every one of your orders, apologies falling past his lips when you tear away his orgasm from him again.
HOSHI is a brat, and it's very, very intentional. he loves it when you're in control, loves it when you're mad at him and punishes him. so he purposely gets on your nerves to get you to ruin him. even when you're spitting in his mouth and riding him until he cannot talk anymore, he's still disobeying and touching you when you ask him not to. he never stops.
WONWOO is a brat tamer. he loves to please you, but when you're interrupting him every two seconds when he told you he was in the middle of a game, there is no fucking space for being loving anymore. he forces you to sit on his cock and stay still until you're crying from desperation, and don't you dare cum because he will be even meaner if you do without his permission.
JIHOON is a brat tamer. he already loves to hear you beg and to be a little rough. so when you're being a little tease and he's not in the mood for that, he's quick to get you face down ass up, a death grip on your hips that renders you unable to move. he's fucking you until you're pleading for him to stop and crying into his pillow from how frustrated you are because he doesn't let you cum.
SEOKMIN physically cannot be either. even when he's on top, he's too soft to tame you, and he's not strong enough to be a brat. as soon as you scold him and call him bad, he's on his knees, ready to ask for your forgiveness and to be your good boy again. he cannot bear any punishment and he will cry for real if you don't let him touch you anymore.
MINGYU is both the brat and the brat tamer. there are times where he just wants you to get mad at him and ride him into oblivion, until he cannot think straight anymore. and there are other times where he feels the need to put you back to your place - on your knees, with his cock in your throat and him facefucking you.
MINGHAO is a brat tamer. he's strict about the rules, so cross them and you're in for a punishment. he will adapt it to the degree you've messed up. most of the times, he's tying you up prettily and forcing you to watch him jerk off in front of you while you cannot even get any friction, not touching you before you've begged enough to his liking
SEUNGKWAN is a brat. getting on your nerves seems to be his life mission sometimes, he thinks it's fun how easy it is to rile you up. however, he quickly regrets it once you're riding his face until you're satisfied, while he's painfully hard, unable to cum because of the cockring you put on him.
VERNON is a brat tamer. he's pretty chill when it comes to sex, but there's just something about the way you become putty in his hands when he pulls on your hair and how you lose your words when he's thrusting deep inside of you. he smirks as your eyes roll back and you're moaning "sorry" everytime he calls you a slut for annoying him while he was doing something important.
CHAN is a brat. it's actually infuriating how he can be so annoying and not lose his smirk as you're getting more and more mad. however he's quick to shut his mouth when you're pressing a vibrator against his cock and sucking hickeys on his neck but not letting him cum at all. once he's crying because it's too much, you're satisfied with the way you broke him and he's ready to do it all over again.
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I just read your public vibrator gyu. GOOD LORD I NEED A TYUN ONE, but like in the car where the both of you were supposed to go on a late night drive and every time the stop lights go red, the vibrator goes into its highest setting this goes on until poor little tyunnie is sobbing and needs to fucked dumb in the car PLS PLS PLS I NEED IT I NEED IT SO BAD I take one look at tyun and my brain immediately goes "I need to fuck him"
im obsessed with usually composed subs that get bratty when you start to push and push, taehyuns perfect for that lol
idk why but him specifically in work business attire, tie perfectly adjusted, black framed glasses propped up as he stirs the wheel with one hand is sooo attractive but whats even more attractive is getting him to lose his shit when hes not supposed to. i know this isnt exactly what you asked but i think an enemies with a fuck buddy situation going on would be sooo hot here, so easy to get him agitated
he shifts in his seat like itâs nothing when you turn it up a notch. âreally?â he scoffs incredulously, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. âyouâre gonna try that again?â
you twirl the lollipop between your fingers, not even looking at him. âfocus on the road, taehyun,â you say, sounding almost bored.
he barely reacts. barely. but you catch it from your peripheral vision-- the way his jaw clenches, how his fingers grip the steering wheel just a little too tight. heâs pretendingâhe always pretends like he can handle it, like heâs composed, but you know better.
first red light. you turn it up, and he immediately jolts in his seat, biting his lip so hard you think he might draw blood. âs-stop⌠iâm trying to driveâare you insane?!â he grits.
âand doing such a good job of it,â you chuckle, leaning over to trace a finger along the line of his tie. "i'm just dying to know how long youâll last like this.â
âfuck off,â he growls, but the effect is ruined when his hips jolt as you poke at his crotch. the gasp that escapes his lips is so sudden, so embarrassing, you canât help but grin.
âwhat was that?â you tease, poking him again, watching his body spasm. âcanât handle it, can you? poor tyunnie.â
it's pissing you off slightly that taehyun's still holding onto that facade, eyes focused straight ahead like heâs actually going to make it through this. he's making this tougher than your patience allows.
the light turns green, and he slams on the gas a little too hard, jerking the car forward. you snort, watching his legs tremble under the strain. âyou look so pathetic. canât even keep it together on a simple drive. howâd you even get your promotion acting like this?â
âs-shut upââ he tries to snap back, but he's barely holding it together. you hate admitting it, but he's so god damn attractive it drives you up a wall. he keeps adjusting his tie and his eyes keep glancing around the road. heâs a mess, glasses slipping down his infuriatingly perfect nose and all.
next red light. you crank it up again. taehyunâs head drops back against the seat, his chest heaving, hips bucking helplessly as he lets out a low, broken moan. âshitâplease, stop, i c-canâtââ
then, as if giving in to the desperate haze clouding his mind, his hand shoots down, fingers fumbling at the waistband of his slacks like heâs going to jerk himself off right there.
before he can even start, you smack his hand away, hard and fast, making him gasp and look at you with wide, desperate eyes.
âbad, bad boy,â you chide. âdon't you dare touch yourself, keep your hand on the wheel.â
he stares at you, incredulous, his breathing heavy, but heâs too wrecked to come up with a response.
you tug on his tie, pulling it tight against his throat. "bite down."
taehyun surprisingly doesnât hesitate, sinking his teeth into the tie, his moans muffled as he tries to grind down into the seat, his hips moving on their own.
when he starts driving again, your finger circles his crotch, enjoying the taste of the artificial sweet cherry flavor on your tongue (and of course, how loud he's shamelessly being). âyou act like a brat at work because you like being put in your place outside of it, right? no wonder youâve been such a pain lately. guess this is what youâve been wanting all along.â
he chokes on his own breath, a strangled noise escaping him, his cheeks flushing red. spit starts to drip down his chin, wetting the tie heâs biting down on. you roll your eyes. "disgusting."
third red light. you turn the vibrator to its highest setting. his body jerks violently, a sob ripping from his throat as he slams the brakes, forehead resting against the wheel. âno, no, fuck, fuckâi c-canâtââ
you reach over and slide your hand down, palming the hard length of his cock through his pants, feeling the wet spot where heâs already leaking. âso fucking wet for me,â you murmur, your fingers pressing into him, making his hips jolt. âyouâre such a fucking mess.â
heâs sobbing now, still biting on his tie, completely ruined, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs, practically shaking in his seat.
you just smirk, watching him unravel. âpoor thing,â you coo, leaning closer to his ear. âso desperate to cum, but you donât deserve it, do you? look at you, sobbing like a little bitch.â
âplthse,â he slurs through the fabric, the words barely audible, muffled and wet. âiâll b-be goodâjust lemme cum, plthseâi canât take it anymore.â
you press harder against his cock, feeling him throb under your palm. âyouâre not cumming until i say so,â you whisper, your hand sliding down to cup his balls through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. taehyunâs hips jerk up, chasing your hand like a dog in heat. âbut keep begging. i like it when you beg."
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The Sexiest 2023 BL Scenes
I think we can all agree that there is an art to executing a sex scene -- and not everybody's an artist. This year, we (and, by that, I mean you) gif'd a couple of masterpieces that range from romantic to...educational. Here are the ones that live in my head rent free, in order of PG-13 to NC-17:
BEST ROLE-PLAY SEX: Bed Friend
If you had told me last year that incorporating cat ears into foreplay would result in one of the hottest scenes in BL, I would've given you bombastic side-eye. But James, the actor who plays Uea, pulled it off, and is probably responsible for a lot of Amazon orders till this day. (Episode 6)
BEST BEACH-SIDE SEX: The Eighth Sense
This entire sequence was so beautifully lit in golden tones, with soft touches, and romantic moments. It almost made you forget about the depression plot. Almost. (Episode 6)
LONG-AWAITED SEX: Hidden Agenda
Joke yearned for Zo in a way that was borderline comical. From the moment Zo kissed Joke like he was trying to give him CPR and then promptly shoved him out of his apartment, I knew every kiss after that would have to come with a parental warning. I'm surprised Joke didn't move in. (Episode 8)
DO-OVER SEX: Love Class 2
The music for this sex scene was so perfectly matched with the caressing and hand closeups. And the fact that it happened after the initially-ghosted Joo Hyuk got Sung Min to reconsider made it even sweeter. (Episode 9)
BEST WET SEX SCENE: Kiseki: Dear to Me
I may have enjoyed Ai Di and Chen Yi's love story more, but Fan Ze Rui and Bai Zong Yi were helping us all live out our tall boy fantasies. When he mounted him with a soft bounce, I knew the gif Gods would giveth. (Episode 7)
BEST EUPHORIC SEX: Only Friends
Ray looked like he reached nirvana when he made love to Sand in that sardine can of trailer, so of all their sex scenes, this was my fave. (Episode 9)
BEST INSECURITY-INDUCED SEX: Only Friends
Say what you will about Boston -- and the fandom has said a lot lol -- but if you had to choose a cast member to get you off, you'd choose him in a heartbeat. And yes, this scene was grimey. He f*cked his friend's potential boyfriend in the backseat of his car after manipulating him into believing he was cheated on, but can you blame him? He was probably tired of always having to give and never receive. Plus, Top did this vibrating move that made me wonder who told Force to do that... (Episode 3)
GIF by wanderlust-in-my-soul
BEST CENSORED SEX: Wedding Plan
I'm still mad that this scene wasn't in the Youtube cut. It paints an entirely different picture of their dynamic and their personalities. But thank God for the gif'ers, otherwise I would've missed how ravenous they were when they weren't...wedding planning. đł (Episode 6)
BEST WHIPLASH SEX: Be Mine Superstar
To be clear, WE were the ones getting whiplash. One minute, we were watching a sweet love story between an innocent college kid and his idol crush, and the next minute we were watching a masterclass on how to bang your one-night stand (consensually) until he agrees to date you. It's like...Sir, I'm on the train. Could you give a bitch a heads up? (Episode 8)
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While I am generally envious of every single one of these experiences, I'm even more envious of everyone's knee strength and flexibility. I could never. Rollerblading has ruined me. If I tried half of these positions, I'd have to get physical therapy. đ
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Mounting Spring Ch. 2
Summary: Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21.Age gap but they are both adults. (I would say enemys to lover but they don't even know eachother to be enemys lol.) Author note: I've had this idea for so long⌠Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. From the creator of "Not in season?" I bring to you "Mounting Spring" lmao haha sorry it's just that my first omegaverse was rather a success⌠so I decided to do another. Masterlist to the previous parts! Ao3 link in case you prefer to read there!
Teeth sank into the reddening pulp, grimacing as she swallowed its overly sweet pulp. Sheâd had more than her fill of them by now. Her hands gripped her hips as her mother tugged at the back of her dress, tightening it with relentless precision.Â
âHow many more of these do I have to eat?â she muttered, her mouth half-full.Â
âDo not touch the dress,â her mother insisted, exasperated. âFigs stain like crazy.âÂ
Her grandmother, seated by the intricately decorated vanity, glanced up. âAs many as it takes. Donât you want your chest to be pump for the wedding?âÂ
With shallow, uneven breaths, she turned to face herself in the triple-panelled mirror with its gilded frame. The multiple angles revealed the full grandeur of the white dress she wore. She, somehow, seemed tiny compared to the size of the grown. âIsnât it... perhaps, a little much?âÂ
Doubt settled into her mind as a servant pinned her hair in an elaborate updo. This was the third fitting, just three days before the big day; any change now would be nearly impossible.Â
âNonsense!â her mother chided, fussing with the train to ensure it cascaded perfectly. âYou only marry once.â Noticing the way her daughterâs leg tapped nervously, she gave her a sharp slap on the arm. âStop it. Calm yourself, or youâll faint before you even reach the cathedral.âÂ
âOuch!â she pouted. âI canât help itâIâm so nervous. I want him to think Iâm beautiful. I want him to think Iâm... perfect.âÂ
âHe should count himself lucky,â her grandmother muttered with a groan, âYou could do so much better than some Military Police officer, high-ranking or not.âÂ
âGrandma,â she replied, weary of the topic, âDietrich is an angel... he even worked extra hours so we could have the wedding at the main cathedral, just like I dreamed.âÂ
Her voice softened, eyes shining with a blush on her cheeks, visibly lovestruck. Her little sister, tugging at her own flower girl dress, looked up and grinned, âYouâre getting married where princesses do!âÂ
âYes,â Y/N beamed, crouching with a rustle of fabric, âand weâll both look like princesses.âÂ
âWhat if... what if my heat comes early? Or late?â Her breathing turned shallow. âWeâve been planning this for yearsââÂ
âGoodness, calm down!â her mother scolded, sounding weary. âYouâll get it next week as planned, and by then, youâll already be bonded.âÂ
Her grandmother sat at the table, grumbling to herself. The room around them was awash in white and gold, with intricate floral patterns adorning the walls and hidden doors blending with the decor. The house was full of energy as five children dashed about, all at different ages. The two eldestâa pair of identical teenage boysâmoved with a synchronized mischief, while the remaining three, two boys and a girl, looked close enough in age to practically be triplets. The girl, rapidly growing taller than the other two. The three of them in that state of childhood that they canât kept still.Â
But the simplest conclusion was that she was the oldest. âOh, say what you like, Grandma, but without Dietrich and fatherâs connections, weâd all still be waiting at the military tower, just like after the uprising.âÂ
She turned, smiling warmly at another woman standing quietly in the corner. That womanâs facial features had no resemblance to the rest of the people in the room. âAnd thanks to Mrs. Irma, whoâs so generously taken us in,â she said, offering a small bow of respect.Â
âOh, think nothing of it,â Mrs. Irma replied. âIn times like these, traditional families need to stand together.â Her expression darkened as she glanced at the clock. âItâs absurd that theyâre keeping Anthony at the board this late. Can you imagine? These are family hours!Â
One of the older boys, recently old enough to entertain more adult conversations, muttered, âWell... itâs not like the Scouts have any family to go back to.âÂ
âArthur,â Y/N snapped, her voice severe, âdonât say that.â He shrugged, but she held his gaze firmly. âWhat if someone hears you? Donât be foolish, especially while Father is still imprisoned.âÂ
Unfazed, the boy rolled his eyes. âYouâre not my mother,â he muttered, looking toward their actual mother for backup.Â
âListen to your sister,â she replied, more out of habit than strictness.Â
She smirked at Arthur, satisfied. Despite him recently presenting as an alpha, she remained firmly in charge.Â
Just then, the front door swung open so loudly it echoed through the house, drawing everyoneâs attention.Â
Her head snapped up, her nose catching a familiar scent. Gathering the skirts of her dress, she hurried down the hall. Two older men stood in the entryway, and her heart leaped. âDad!â she cried with excitement,Â
Her exclamation raised the family that quickly moved behind her. âI knew theyâd let you out for the wedding,â she said, her voice shaking with joy as her father lifted her off the ground in a tight embrace.Â
When she withdrew her arms around her fatherâs neck and he set her down, he looked at her with an unfamiliar intensity, almost prideful. âOh, darling, arenât you a blessing?âÂ
She blinked, caught off guard by the expression. But before she could question it, the rest of the family surrounded him, eagerly pulling him into their midst. The owner of the house still cladded in his military uniform moved to his wife, Irma, and whispered something in her ear. Whatever he had said made the colours from her face drain and her eyes flicked toward Y/N, filled with an unsettling mix of shock and pity.Â
â...What is going on?â The bride-to-be began to sense the tension in the air. Her confused eyes moved to her father, who was still talking to the children. Her confusion was only slightly veiled as she heard him declare, âWe are going back to the house!âÂ
âTo the country manor and all?â one of the teens asked excitedly.Â
âYes, all of it. The Crown is returning the territories.âÂ
Y/N smiled, but a shadow of confusion crossed her face. The news seemed almost too good. Had her fiancĂŠ put in a word with the military board? But then, âOne thing is him being free, another is having our lands returned.âÂ
None of her friends with family under military trial had gotten their properties back after the uprising. Most nobles still waiting for military trail at the tower, begging to not be executed. As she mulled this over, the scene repeated in front of her eyes. Her father bent down to whisper something to her mother, and both turned to glance at her.Â
The younger children ran around, cheering, the teens celebrating the prospect of leaving the borrowed home. Y/N, however, watched the four adults as they slipped into the study.Â
The sound of the double doors sliding shut with a finality that stirred her nerves was hard to forget. She could swear she felt the wind of air that the action produced slamming against her face. Just like her, her grandmother didnât share the enthusiasm. Perhaps, Y/N was no longer a little girl to be easily tricked as her siblings. Â
While they conferred in private, she changed out of her dress into something more comfortable, scooped up her large white Persian cat, and settled in with her grandmother for tea. But neither took a sip. It felt like the eye of the hurricane, with a silence that gnawed sanity. Â
âCalm down... itâs just nerves,â she reminded herself, clinging to her motherâs earlier words.Â
But minutes passed like hours, and hours passed like days.  When the adults finally emerged, she stood quickly, meeting her father with a hopeful smile. âDad, youâll be able to walk me down the aisle!âÂ
But the man placed both hands on her forearms, giving them a gentle squeeze before he spoke. As he did, her smile slowly faded, replaced by a torrent of messy tears. She couldnât quite recall how he delivered the news, having dissociated in the moment.Â
âNo...â she whispered as tears ran down her cheeks, her head shaking slowly in disbelief. âDonât do this to me...âÂ
âDad,â she cried, her voice like a frightened childâs, pleading against the monsters of the night.Â
He simply cupped her head with one hand, lowered it gently to plant a kiss on her crown, and said softly, âMake him happy, alright?âÂ
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Perhaps it wasnât the time or place to think about it, but his mind kept drifting back. Maybe it was the seasonâspringâthat stirred his bodyâs instincts with an eager pull toward mating. There was no rut, no nearby omega to trigger one, yet his body reacted to the shift in weather, sensing that if he wasnât so stubborn, it might be the perfect timing for breeding.Â
Maybe it was because heâd been informed that everything was settled and that the wedding was set to happen as soon as possible. He had no say in it; within three days, it had been arranged. He absentmindedly spun a small red velvet box with a single ring on the wooden table. He had asked for the most common ring size and bought the only one he could affordâthe cheapest, hoping blindly that it would fit her.Â
Or maybe it was Hangeâs idea of âlifting his spiritsâ with a bachelorette party, despite his protests. But his mind kept circling back to one persistent question: âHave I ever... actually slept with an omega in heat?âÂ
The answer was clear: no. In his days in the Underground, heâd had encounters with a few omegas, but they were rare, and none had been in heat. Omegas hid during their heat. Understandably so, since an omega in heat risked being claimed by any alpha nearby. Â Any decent alpha in rut would do the same, locking themselves away to avoid the instinct to claim someone they didnât even know.Â
âThe closest... was that time her roommate went into heat. and she smelled faintly like an omega in heat,â Levi mused, trying to dig up memories.  âI remember thinking it was the best fuck I ever had...â And it had only been a faint trace of pheromones, not even the real thing. Neither of them was a âhigh-bred omegaâ or anything like that, yet the curiosity of what it might truly feel like lingered in his mind.Â
Especially after theyâd informed him two days ago that his fiancĂŠeâhis future wifeâwas expected to go into heat by the end of the week. The wedding had been fast-tracked to ensure he could claim her once they were married.Â
âI shouldnât be thinking about thisâitâs creepy, to say the least,â he reprimanded himself, âItâs just because itâs spring,â he reasoned.Â
The season was clearly affecting him, sparking memories of times heâd been with betas or even alpha women. Heâd never cared much about it, aside from the frustration of having to squeeze his own knot. Heâd always assumed there was no difference, though he had no experience to confirm it. Attempting to knot a beta or alpha wasnât just difficult; it was painful for them. All these thoughts spun around in his head, mirroring the ring box as it spun under his fingers on the polished table.Â
The day was annoyingly warm; his jacket hung on the back of his chair. The previous day, he hadnât brought it and nearly froze; now he had, and it felt like he was boiling. âDamn spring,â Levi cursed, clicking his tongue and glancing from the open door to the end of the hall, where Zackly had left the meeting for an emergency. The cadet heâd been grumbling to looked visibly nervous, though his expression read, âItâs not my fault, donât yell at me.âÂ
Then he saw Zackly returning, visibly tense, trying to mask his irritation. âWhatâs got him so riled up now?âÂ
The three men sat down across from Levi, one slapping a stack of papers onto the table. The gray-haired man rolled up his sleeves, pushed his glasses up, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then looked straight into Leviâs dead-set eyes.Â
âThereâs been a last-minute issue,â he grunted. âWould you consider choosing another girl?âÂ
âWhat?â Levi scowled. âHell no. We already agreed on this.âÂ
âI know, butââÂ
âNo.â Levi crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. âWhatâs the problem?âÂ
âLady Y/N is feeling unwellââ began the youngest cadet timidly on Zackly left side, only to be interrupted by a brash MP on the other side of the higher in rank. âSheâs bleeding. The chick missed her heat.âÂ
An uncomfortable silence settled over the room, and Levi raised an eyebrow, grunting, âHuh?âÂ
âHer heatâs gone. Her mother said it was stress-related. Doesnât matter; the point is, she wonât go into heat this spring,â Zackly clarified, clearly annoyed. âSo, pick someone who can still be bred this season.âÂ
Levi didnât respond right away, sitting in silence and letting his annoyance simmer as he waited, half-hoping that a sliver of humanity might surface among these men. âWhatâs the problem? Everythingâs setâletâs carry on.âÂ
âDidnât you hear me?â Zackly insisted, his patience thin. âShe wonât be fertileâpossibly for an entire year.âÂ
âYeah, I heard you. Iâm not an idiot. And?â Levi replied, his tone making it clear he found their point absurd. âThereâs a chance of omegas going into heat in autumn too,â he added dismissively.Â
âThe odds are too low, and a yearâs too long. Who knows what fate this island faces in that time? We need a child now,â Zackly jabbed a fat finger against the table for emphasis. âChoose another.âÂ
Levi snorted, letting out a mocking chuckle. âThe arrangement was marriage, and I agreed to that. The rest of this is your own twisted, old-man wet dreams. Whether I knock her up next week or next yearâthatâs my problem.âÂ
Zackly sighed in frustration, resting his face in his hand. Levi, unbothered, shrugged. âMaybe itâs a blessing in disguise. Iâll get the chance to learn her name before Iâm a father.âÂ
The MP, that Levi could tell he was an alpha by the scent, sneered under his breath, muttering, âShe had one job and couldnât handle itâthe little hysterical chick. Whatâs she stressed about, eating cake? And omegas wonder why we call them the weaker sex.âÂ
Leviâs sharp gaze pinned the soldier, who straightened in defiance. In the standoff that followed, it became clear: the first to look away would concede dominance. âWatch your mouth,â Levi warned, âor pray I donât hear that crap againâever.âÂ
Scoffing, the soldier held his ground, teeth slightly bared as if it would grant him authority. âYou donât even know her,âÂ
 But Levi, humanityâs strongest, didnât need to bare teeth. âI donât care. If sheâs an inconvenience and a pain in the ass, sheâs my pain in the ass now. So, the rest of you better shut up.âÂ
The room grew tense, and the youngest cadet shrank in his seat, barely fifteen and newly presented, terrified of being caught up in an alpha standoff. At last, the MP turned away in frustration, shifting into a submissive posture, acknowledging defeat.Â
Levi snorted, settling back into a relaxed stance. It was typical alpha posturingâterritorial nonsense. Or perhaps, âthe enemy of my enemy is my ally,â he mused, because whether they liked it or not, she had managed to annoy them all. Levi took that as a personal win.Â
âSee...we already have something in common,â he mused, a bittersweet smile flickering across his face at the thought.Â
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âYou! Last night as a single man! How do you feel?â Hange shouted, downing an entire pint.Â
Levi sat with his drink clutched between his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. âLike shit,â he muttered.Â
âNah, thatâs just your usual mood,â Hange joked. âThought bachelor parties were supposed to be fun? Whereâs everyone else?âÂ
Levi glanced up; his gaze heavy. âDead.âÂ
Hangeâs smile faded; their lips pressed together as the realization sank in. They were the only ones left. The night shifted from bittersweet to just bitter.Â
âIf eyebrows were here⌠heâd put a stop to all this nonsense,â Levi added, sounding defeated, like heâd grown addicted to âif onlysâ as the days passed. Hange raised an eyebrow, eyes scanning Leviâs words as if trying to make them fit, but only managed a grimace, like someone watching a mismatched eulogy at a funeral.Â
âWho am I kidding? That jerk wouldâve planned everything behind my back and dragged me to church without explaining why,â Levi muttered, chuckling softly.Â
Hange burst into laughter. âHonestly! We miss Erwin, but letâs not kid ourselves,â they said, refilling Leviâs glass before slumping back into the couch. âCome on, youâve got to face marriage like an alpha!âÂ
Levi looked at them, puzzled. âHeavily drunk?âÂ
Reluctantly, Levi raised the glass to his lips. Just then, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by the rumble of thunder.Â
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âItâll stop eventually.âÂ
But it didnât. The storm only worsened. By midday, it was as dark as night inside the chapel.Â
âCan I leave?â the priest asked, breaking the silence. The small-town chapel was emptyânot just because it was a workday, but because the Church had lost much of its influence under the new government. But, to Leviâs annoyance, they still upheld the entire marriage ritual as if nothing had changed.Â
âYouâre a priest. What else have you got to do but wait with us?â Hange replied, leaning back in the uncomfortable wooden pew. Turning to Levi, they whispered, âAre you sure she said today?âÂ
At first, both had sat upright, coats adjusted for the formality of the occasion. But after four hours of waiting, with no sign of the bride, both Scouts had slouched against the benches, waiting for a miracle or release from this silent punishment.Â
Levi, resting his head back, hands in his pockets as the storm turned colder, shrugged âMaybe I read it wrong,â he said, his eyes fixed on the chapel floor, utterly devoid of expression.Â
âWhat?!â Hange exclaimed. âDoes that mean I got drunk last night for nothing?âÂ
âNobody forced you to.âÂ
âWell, what kind of bachelor party would it be if someone didnât get drunk?â It was obvious Hange was trying to lighten the mood with a joke or two.Â
Levi, though, was too wrapped up in his thoughts to appreciate it. âIt wasnât a bachelor party, Hange. It was just you and me.âÂ
âSorry for annoying you with my friendship,â Hange replied, feigning offense. After a moment of silence, they continued, âMaybe she ran awayâŚâÂ
âMaybe she threw herself from the Walls, as I should have.âÂ
Hange chuckled. âYouâre being a bit overdramatic.â They could tell Levi was beyond stressed; his leg bounced restlessly, pacing each second with the beat of his boot against the floor.Â
As the storm worsened and time dragged on, Levi turned to Hange. âGo back to the Scouts.âÂ
âWhat?â the newly appointed Commander asked, visibly confused. âNo way, Iâm staying! My baby is getting married!â they joked, earning an eye roll from Levi.Â
âIâm older than you, idiot.âÂ
Hange slung an arm around Levi, grinning. âYeah, but youâre shorter, so age doesnât count.âÂ
âTch. Just go. We left the brats alone, and the skyâs falling. Theyâll need help with the horses, and someone has to check on the coastal supplies. Without proper squad leaders, someoneâs got to be there giving orders.âÂ
Though Hange had taken up the Commanderâs role, Leviâs support had often provided the final push they needed to take full responsibility. Most of the time, the captain could tell that the brunette felt like the role was too big for them. Levi seemed to feel that push was necessary now, especially in the stormâs chaos.Â
Hange, however, hesitated, reluctant to leave a friend whoâd seen better days. âButââÂ
âGo,â Levi said, resigned but not angry. âIâm a big boy, Four-Eyes. Iâll be fine.âÂ
Using their old teasing nicknames was the closest they came to camaraderie now. âWhoâs going to sign as your witness, then?â Hange asked, rising reluctantly.Â
âIfâ âLevi stressed the wordâ âif she shows up, weâll improvise. Now go. The cadets need you.âÂ
Levi shifted uncomfortably, glancing once more toward the doors, his patience worn thin as the storm outside seemed only to grow angrier. The priest fidgeted, muttering under his breath while Hangeâs retreating footsteps had already faded, leaving Levi alone with his swirling thoughts.Â
The hours dragged on; the stormâs fury unrelenting. Levi, alone now in the dim chapel, had nearly let go of the thought that she would show at all. His head rested against the back of the pew, eyes half-closed, the rhythmic pounding of the rain on the roof above almost hypnotic.Â
He felt himself drifting off, exhaustion creeping in after he didnât sleep a wink the previous night. He couldnât decide which he preferredâher not showing up at all or going through with it. If she didnât come, heâd have to endure this ordeal all over again. If she did, it would finally bring this chapter to a close, forcing him to confront a new way of life.Â
For a split second, he found himself comparing it to waiting for an execution. âNo... letâs not turn into those bitter old men who think of marriage as a prison; the poor kidâs done nothing wrong.âÂ
And just when Levi resigned to leave, a loud creak of the chapel doors shattered the stillness. Levi sat up abruptly, and two soldiers, rifles in hand and soaked through, marched into the aisle, flanking a lone figure in a drenched, greyish-white cloak. The hood hung low, obscuring her face entirely. Her face was obscured beneath the soaked hood, and the dress beneath the cloakâif it could be called a wedding gown at allâwas stained with mud up to her knees. It looked far more like an ordinary dress than something intended for marriage, its hem torn and splattered with the earth sheâd trudged through.Â
The two soldiers from Zacklyâs meeting earlier that week were here, and Levi quickly understood whyâthey must be trusted to carry out the job of escorting her. When she finally stepped into the chapel, an unexpected aroma hit him like a punch. He couldnât tell if it was the lingering aroma from the lost heat, adjusting to the sudden shift in plans and hormones. But she smelledâÂ
âDivine, for fuckâs sake,â he thought, feeling ashamed at how quickly his own body reacted.Â
The soldiers stepped forward, both offering quick, sharp salutes. One spoke in a low, weary voice. âCaptain, apologies for the delay. The main roadâs flooded out. We lost the cart about a mile backâitâs stuck deep. We had to finish the journey on foot.âÂ
Levi gave a curt nod, his gaze fixed on the figure between them. Levi could only see her handsâpale, trembling slightly. She didnât move, her posture utterly still, almost as if she were an apparition more than a bride. The cloakâs edges trembled with each tremor from the cold. Levi had to fight the urge to bend lower and see if he could catch a glimpse of her face.Â
The priest, seizing the moment, gestured toward the altar. âWell, no use delaying further. Let us proceed.âÂ
Levi remained still for a beat. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor as he approached the altar. But before he could locate her fully, the priestâs voice rang out, âBring her forward.âÂ
He glanced over his shoulder.Â
The same MP from before took hold of her arm, pushing her forward with an irritating smirk. âCome on, sweetheart. We donât have all day.âÂ
Levi almost stepped in to object; there was no need to shove her around like a rag doll. He shot a deadly glare at the soldier. âThatâs strike two, asshole.âÂ
Perhaps he was too focused on expressing his disapproval to notice at first, but she raised her head slightly, her delicate fingers reaching up to push back her hood, finally revealing her face as she turned toward him.Â
Levi froze. âHoly shit... maybe I should start choosing blindly.â His reaction must have been obvious, as he could hear the two soldiers chuckling behind him.Â
âLook at how the bastardâs face changed,â one MP muttered, his companion nudging him in an attempt to avoid further reprimand.Â
Her hair was styled in a simple half-up, half-down braid, woven with white laces in an attempt to add a touch of glamour. Perhaps it had looked better when it was first done; now, it clung to her head, and the small, loose locks meant to lend an ethereal appearance were now plastered to her damp face. Her eyelashes, soaked from the rain, mimicked the look of mascaraâthough most of it had already smudged around her eyes. Despite it all, Levi thought she looked gorgeous.Â
As the ceremony began, the priest asked, âAre both of you here of your own free will?â It was standard procedure. Â
Levi, completely fed up with the situation, glanced at the man in the black robe, âYou gotta be kidding me,â he thought.Â
âYeah,â he bit out.Â
On the other hand, she muttered as quietly as a mouse, â... yes.âÂ
As the ceremony resumed, the priestâs voice echoed softly in the empty chapel, only slightly drowned by the relentless rain. Levi stood with his hands stiffly at his sides, listening to the murmured words without taking them in fully, his gaze repeatedly drifting to the shivering figure beside him.Â
When the priest finally motioned for the rings, Levi reached into his pocket and pulled out the plain, golden band. His hands were steady as he took hers, but he felt her flinch slightly, the coldness of her skin seeping through his fingers as he held her trembling hand. Her fingers, nearly numb from the chill, barely closed around his. He slipped the ring onto her finger, only to notice it was too large; the band slid loosely over her knuckle.Â
If it werenât for Leviâs ability to keep his composure, he swore anyone else would have either cursed in the middle of this holy place or broken down in tears. It was just one more detail that seemed off-kilter, and he felt his jaw clench.Â
âCome on, just one damn thing has to turn out right.âÂ
A brief pause followed, broken only by the priestâs voice. âAnd now, the witness,â he announced, glancing around the empty space and catching Leviâs eye. Levi cursed inwardly, remembering that Hange had left at his urging.Â
âFor fucks sake.âÂ
One of the soldiers caught on quickly. With a muttered, âIâll find someone,â he strode down the aisle, pushing open the chapel doors and stepping into the storm. The silence grew heavy as they waited, the soldierâs footsteps echoing away and leaving only the rain in their place.Â
After a few tense moments, the soldier returned, ushering in a grizzled farmer who looked every bit as baffled as he was drenched. The MP walked the man to the altar and said confidently, âProblem solve,"Â
Second hand embarrassment run through his body as the farmer approached the altar with a respectful nod, casting Levi and the bride a curious look before taking the pen offered to him. With a swift scratch of ink on the paper, the witness line was signed.Â
Levi took a quick check on the bride and she seemed completely dissociated. The priest completed the ceremony with a "By the power vested in me by law I, now, pronounce you man and wife."Â
He took a loud sigh of relief, at least it was over. Turning to his right to look at her and perhaps attempt to say something for the first time. He even tried to force himself to do a subtle side smile to ease out the situation, much unlike him but he wished with all his heart that he knew how to be outgoing enough to bring some easiness into the situation.Â
âA soft, broken sniffle. She lifted her hand to her face, half-covering her expression and lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled just a little, the strands of damp hair falling forward, hiding her face. Her cries began to echo in the chapel.Â
Leviâs throat tightened, and he swallowed, a pang of guilt pressing on him. He glanced at the priest, who seemed as serene as ever, his hands hidden inside the long sleeves of his gown.Â
With a peaceful smile, the priest offered Levi a reassuring look, seeing his obvious discomfort. âTears of happiness, Iâm sure,â he replied softly.Â
Before Levi could even shoot him a deadpan glance, the situation had become so awkward that the youngest cadet tried to lighten the mood by tossing a handful of rice at them.Â
âCongratsâŚâ he muttered with the least enthusiasm possible.Â
But as the rice landed on her, she began to wipe her face, where most of the grains had stuck to her wet skin. Spitting a little as the water made them cling to her, she cried, âItâs in my eyes,â a small sob escaping her.Â
The two cadets froze, glancing at each other before mumbling, âWe should get going.â âYeah,â they muttered, then made a hasty exit.Â
Seeing her struggling, Levi quickly realized the problem and pulled out a handkerchief. âHere, wait,â he said, brushing the cloth over her face, then patting her shoulders and hair to clear away the grains of rice.Â
When she finally opened her eyesâred either from the tears or the riceâshe looked at him. âSay something,â he thought, clenching his teeth against the uncomfortable silence.Â
âWe should get going; youâre soaked,â Levi finally broke the tension, noticing they were completely alone in the chapel. âMaybe you can take a shower or something.âÂ
âIs your house close by, sir?â she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.Â
Levi hesitated, feeling strangely at a loss. He lived at headquarters, of course, not in a proper household, but something about her question held an unspoken hope. âNot exactly. I stay at the Scout facility⌠itâs inside the forest. I was going to rent a cart, but in this weather, it wouldnât make it through,â he explained.Â
She didnât respond, just stared out at the heavy rain pouring beyond the chapel doors. Her expression made her thoughts clear. âNothing could make this day worse,â Levi thought with a quiet huff, scratching the back of his head. âTch.âÂ
She absently fiddled with the loose ring on her finger, holding it with her other hand to keep it from slipping off. Disappointment and resignation were etched across her faceâuntil she straightened up, surprised, as something heavy draped over her shoulders.Â
âThere,â Levi said, pulling the green military trench coat snugly over her head. âItâs not much, but at least itâs waterproof. The last thing I need is you catching the flu less than a week into this arrangement.âÂ
A subtle blush rose to her cheeks, bringing a hint of colour back to her pallid face. She lifted the coatâs collar to her nose, breathing in his scent, which sent an unexpected shiver through her. She pressed her lips together, feeling strangely affected. âSo strong,â she thought. Though the arrangement itself felt far from ideal, her body seemed to be very glad.Â
âThank you, sir,â she murmured.Â
âLevi,â he corrected her, sounding tired.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âMy name is Levi,â he repeated. âIf weâre going to do this, letâs at least start by using our names.âÂ
âY/N, then.âÂ
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Hamlo!!! If it's not too interruptive,can I request for a vampire husband,it's your honeymoon and you decide to wear something special just for him when he comes out of the shower??? (Pretty pink dress with pretty pink bows >:3 if you don't mind the crossdressing part,if you do then you can just let male reader wear something revealing :3)
-đž (can I be đž anon?)
MINORS DNI!! bttm male reader,,Feminization,,Crossdressing,,Breeding,,Bloodplay,,biting
When he was young he hated humans,,he only thought of them like cows waiting to be milked for their blood,,until you came into his life,,he realised there was more to humans then just being food,,you were a good lover but an even better fuck
He didn't just love you for the sex,, of course not!! That's why he married you!! But he can't deny how good it feels being inside side of you!! At this point he might even admire it's better then sweet intoxicating blood!!!
You both had a very busy day today,, making the most of your honeymoon even if he did need to parade an umbrella around most of the time,,He did notice how you were acting differently,,Hanging off his arm and blushing heavily,,he knew you were up to something,,
Coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist,,His mouth opened from the sight of you,,you were adorable!! Wearing a short skirt which pressed against your hardening cock,,your stocking perfectly hugging your thighs!! /â\
"you look..beautiful." His tone was heavily amused,, joining you on the bed and quickly discarding his towel,,it wouldn't be able to stay on for long either way ^^^^
Leaning in to the crook of your neck,,cooing at the soft sound of your gasp,,his hands pulling at the bows to pull you flushed against his chest,,you were such a pretty boy for him,,his little human blood bag <33
He soon had your thighs racked up on his shoulders,, your hole slicked with lube,,your skirt was completely ruined st this point,,covered in pre cum and slightly ripped by how desperately he wanted to fuck you,,
His fangs were lodged deep into your neck,, pulling away occasionally to suck at the puncture marks,,blood running down your flesh and his own chin,,The headboard practically spamming against the walls of the hotel from how forceful (and by how turned on he was :p)
"You always know how to get me riled up don't you? Such a good boy." He loved when you got like this,,nice and fuzzy from the loss of blood and right on the verge of cumming,,he'll be milking you more and more,,that's the whole point of a honeymoon...right???
#{anon asks}#{h4rny ask}#bottom male reader#{bttm male reader}#sub male reader#x sub male reader#x bottom male reader#{đž}#So tired...must sleep for eternity aaaaa..
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Yandere!Retired Colonel headcanons
You only knew him by his nickname, "Saint", beyond that you knew nothing about him. But oh, did he know everything about you.
You, sweet and young, fresh outta college and working at the base he was stationed at before he decided to retire. You who took care of the daycare on base, who didn't even bat an eye at the insanity that the children you took care of looked like.
Saint even adopted a kid from the dumb program just to have an excuse to talk and see you, little Henry was a pain in the ass, literally and figuratively. The brat always clung to you, crying he didn't wanna go home. Making Saint look like a terrible grandfather. "Listen here you little brat, I'm trying to make sure they can't just up and leave, so start acting like I'm the greatest grandfather alive before you scare them off!"
Sweet, young bleeding heart little you. Always talking and smiling at him like he's some regular guy and not a powerful Colonel who could (and would if you ever tempted or forced his hand) ruin your budding little career before the hour ended. Of course though he'd never do that, not with how often he sees you now, at drop off, pick up, sometimes you ask guardians to help around the daycare, he's there every time.
Saint, who once he decides you're his, immediately gets to work implementing himself in your life, both personal and professional. Using little Henry as an excuse, poor boy getting used as an excuse for why the two ran into you everywhere you seemed to go. "Oh, hello Henry, Saint! What brings you two to the library?" You smile and ask as you hold a small stack of books, unaware that Saint was scanning the titles so he could ask you next time which was your favorite. Saint smiles and holds Henry's shoulder, laughing slightly. "Poor boy practically cried and threw a fit demanding we come to the library because he wanted to read and play in the kids section!" You were far too busy to see Henry glaring at Saint, his eyes darkening as you smiled and talked to him.
Saint, who finally asks you out on a proper date (you don't know of course that the date will be your last in a while, he already has your room set up in his cabin. Henry helped him pick everything out, the kid loved you too much to let his idiot of a grandfather make you feel unhappy.) When you accepted he smiled and offered to pick you up, you spent the rest of the day smiling and giggling as Henry clung to your leg pouting.
That night, you had a lovely date, perfect in every way, Saint was the perfect gentleman. Letting you order whatever you wanted and asking about your interests and life. He even insisted you call him by his actual name, Nicolas. He loved the way it rolled off your tongue, could only imagine you moaning and whimpering it as he went down on you later on-
You felt woozy during the last bit of the date, had you drank more than you thought, no way... you couldn't have, you looked up over at him, Saint looked perfectly fine, not like you. You stumbled slightly out your seat, he was there, holding you steady. "Oh dear, poor thing, let's get you home yeah sweetheart? You had lots to drink, I'll get your dessert to go." He murmured in your ear, holding you closely to his side his large hand firmly on your hip, keeping you near him.
The last thing you remember before passing out was Saint, helping you to his car. Hand on your hips as he assured you everything was alright, that you were just tipsy. Something in his voice made you feel weird but it got overshadowed by your head muddling as you whimpered softly and promptly passed out. You never knew that he drugged you, he wasn't a monster. He just needed you woozy enough to get you to his cabin.
"Don't look at me like that little brat, they're just unconscious. What? You gonna sleep by their bedside to protect their virtue?" "Yeah, because I don't trust you, grandfather." "You little fucker- Jesus! Did you just bite me?!"
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You ever wonder about scara jerking himself off while you abuse his hole?
Just thinkin' ;)
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characters: sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader
warnings: rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphillia, brat taming, mirror sex, cock can be interpreted as strap on - anything thatâs comfy for u guys
notes: a biiiittt different than your og req but still the same thing, just a different tone. i hope you like the recipe! also it has been a while since i visited the sub genshin tags. hello my little horny goblins! have yâall missed me?/jk jk
whatâs this???? nobu finishing up another req after publishing another one last night???? has she finally defeated writerâs block?????
âshlo-OOOUH! shlowerrrh~! [nam-] ca-aahnt!âĄď¸âĄď¸â letting out a guttural sob, scaramouche squirted all over his stomach again. he was being a little shit for the entire week - ruining your perfectly made cake, throwing tantrums like a kid, cussing you out when you forgot to give him his usual goodbye kisses before leaving for work. the list goes on and on.
and now when heâs met the consequences of his own actions heâs telling you to be gentle? after ruining the hard work you put in your cakeâs icing? in his dreams.
the short man let out another choked scream when your cock hit his oversensitive prostate again, the plush soft muscle getting abused over and over ruthlessly by the tip of your cock repeatedly hitting them, clawing at your back with his blunt nails in a pathetic attempt to at least try and get you to slow down so he can properly breathe.
and it seems like his prayers were answered when you slowed down before stopping, the bruises formed by your handsâ rough grip on his waist making him let out a whine at the feeling, the bleeding bite marks left by your teeth still stinging so deliciously. the brat let out another whine when you pulled out of his hole, your cum flowing out of his loose hole and running down his plushy, hickey covered shaking thighs.
unfortunately the bratâs wishes didnât last long when you manhandled his tiny body, turning him over with his back to your chest - looking straight at the full body mirror propped against the wall. everything looked so lecherous - from the sticky cum covering the insides of his thighs, the dark and blue hickeys on his neck and chest to the remains of his own fluids covering his tummy.
gosh scaramouche was completely ruined.
â[n-name] plea-ashee⌠n-no mowree~ sensitiIIGGH!!âĄď¸â a shrill sound resembling a squeal left his lips when you slammed yourself all the way until the hilt back into him once more. small hands clenching and flexing, seemingly trying to grab ahold of something to try and get his fucked silly mind together again.
ââm getting a bit tired kuni. so you gotta do some of the work tooâ guiding his one hand to his swollen, angry red cock you silently commanded him to stroke himself - which scaramouche understood. sloppily running his hand up and down on his cock, rubbing the slit wet precum filled tip with his thumb your sweet dumb boy just couldnât help but let out another wail when you hooked your hands under his shaking legs and slammed him down to the rhythm of his strokes.
understanding the situation as much as his mushy brain could comprehend, scaramouche jerked himself off at a faster pace. hands stuttering with his tear stained eyes and flushed face looking directly at the mirror, the puppet could easily see your cock slipping in and out of his pink hole over and over. he was so tired - his tiny cock only managing to spill a small amount of cum as he spasmed through another orgasm yet you still didnât stop.
after all someoneâs gotta teach him how to stop being a brat right?âĄď¸
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đđđđđł đ°đĄđđ§ đ˛đ¨đŽ đđŽđđ¤ đđĄđđŚ đđ¨đŤ đđĄđ đđ˘đŤđŹđ đđ˘đŚđ (hyung line)
W/T: explicit content (18+)
- short scenario for each member
- not proofread so sorry any mistakes
A/O: here's some hard thoughts of my fav men, maknae line will be uploaded soon! sorry if the hwa one isn't as long as the others, dragged away a little too much by the yeosang one đ¤
read here the maknae line
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He's never tried to make you uncomfortable by mentioning sexual stuff, he wanted you to do the first move so he'd be sure you want it. Can't deny that it was pretty difficult to hold your horses when your boyfriend is a fucking hot guy, his smirk always has a specific effect on you, you also touched yourself a couple times thinking of him, when he was at work. You were quite shy to propose it, but this morning, seeing his boner standing under the blanket got you over the edge, you surely want him and you gotta take what you crave for. You sit on his lap with him still asleep, how can he be so damn gorgeous without even trying? he's fucking sleeping and he still seems a work of art. You start to dry hump yourself against his crotch, your lower lip between your teeth trying to hold back your whimpers. He slightly opens his eyes at the sudden friction, he stretched his arms yawning lazily: "Y/n..." once he realizes what you were actually doing his eyes open wide, his heartbeat accelerating at the sight of you grinding over his hips. "Joong... wanna take you right now, pretty please" you lean over him to leave a small kiss on his lips, your hands caressing his neck. You smile when he giggles, his hands dragging down your body, while kissing you back. "Happy to have you getting rid of my erection, love"
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Your relationship with Seonghwa was intimate, private times with him never missed, and he also had seen you barely naked a few times, but still you had nothing more than cuddles sessions. You arrive at home at late night, after a date with your boyfriend. You're about to head towards the bathroom to took your makeup off and brush your teeth, when he comes from behind holding your hips still. He approaches your ear, his sweet low voice whispering: "We're not done yet, sweetie" you turn yourself and face him with a smirk: "Oh, what did we miss?" he gets closer to you, noses a couple of inches far. "gotta ruin your lipstick first" you take his hand and drag it down your body, going slower when on your chest and stopping when they are between you thighs, his hand is shaking, you can feel his heartbeat accelerating while squeezing his wrist: "What about ruining something else?" he murmurs a small "fuck" before kissing you on your collarbone, biting your skin slightly. "Canât wait to be inside you, baby"
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He could seem a tall cute baby boy, but in reality he perfectly knows he's a fucking horny man. who goes crazy everytime you wear short skirts and accidentally reveal him the under cheeks of your ass, he immediately develops the need of pin you at the wall and finally feel how good your pussy can take him, despite you looked too innocent to be able to do it. (You looked). You walk towards the living room, wearing only your underwear and one of his sweaters. you lay on the couch on your stomach and start watching tv, after some minutes, you hear your boyfriend walking in and suddenly stop. You shake your head, chuckling: "Stop staring at my ass, man" You hear him gasping from behind, he clears his throat coughing: "uhm... i wasn't..." you turn yourself, laying on your back, staring at him while a smirk took its was into your face: "why don't you just take your girlfriend and mark her?" he doesn't say anything, his body's blocked. "i noticed how you keep staring at me with those pretty eyes" you keep saying. he quickly reaches you, his body on top of yours, his hands wrapping around your waist: "i want you so fucking bad baby" you shake your index finger to him: "you should ask for it first" you tease him. "please let me fuck your pretty ass"
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Yeosang has never showed you that side of him, which it quite surprised you, being a grown man just like others. You even thought that he wasn't physically attracted by you, what a silly, he is just a shy guy and he isn't certainly as innocent as you thought. You're walking through the hallway of your apartment, but suddenly stop when you hear weird noises coming through the bathroom. You bring your ear closer to the door, what you can hear now is something that seem apparently a squelching sound. Your breath stops as you figure out what is happening in there, you're about to ask at Yeosang if he's okay, but you can clearly hear is voice now booming inside the room: "Fuck- o-oh God, mmpphh fuck! wanna feel that tight pussy..." you wide your eyes, your mouth hangs open from hearing how hot his moans sound. "Ah... y/n.. f-fuck oh fuck! So close! Working this dick so well... shit!" you can tell that he's speeding up his pace by hearing clearly every single nasty sound he makes while stroking his cock. You can't contain yourself anymore: you shut the door open, finding your boyfriend sitting on the toilet while jerking off. He gasps, his heavy breath making his chest widen intensely, he looks at you with a mist of shame, fear and neediness to finish what he started. "What the fuck Yeo? I'm right here, why didn't you fuck me instead??" without even waiting for him to say anything you undress yourself and sit on his lap, taking his length at once inside you. He moans loudly your name, barely looking at you because already too fucked out. "Gonna let you know how good my pussy feel"
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Topperâs sister (one or two years younger you pick) who does Only Fans and Rafe finds out. He subscribes and watches her content (because sheâs hot and off limits since sheâs Topperâs little sister) in secret, then blackmails her saying heâs gonna tell Topper. One weekend, she comes to Rafe and Topperâs place to surprise Topper for his birthday, but heâs not there and rafe blackmails her into giving him a blowjob
This is the longest work I've written in a while, I hope you enjoy
p.s. There is a possibility to make a part 2 for this one. Let me know if you are interested
Warnings: 18+, smut, blackmail, oral (m receiving),
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After showering, Rafe tossed his towel into the hamper and fell on his bed. Topper was out with Cynthia â or maybe it was Vanessa â, which left him alone for the night. Rafe wasnât complaining though, being alone was nice sometimes. Especially when he wanted to jerk off.Â
He could have done it in the shower, but having visual material made the release better.Â
Phone in hand, Rafe scrolled for something to watch. Sadly, none of the girls he was following had put up new content, so he looked for new accounts. He found a cute one, brunette with blue eyes, but she had overly huge tits and Rafe wasnât into that â no offense to the girl. He almost went looking elsewhere when his eyes caught a familiar face. Â
Rafe hit the profile and the biggest smirk turned on his lips.Â
No fucking way.Â
ââCaught your dirty little secret,ââ he said to himself, his blue eyes staring at the free photoset you had to attract subscribers. Your sheer white bra left not much to the imagination and the curve of your ass had Rafeâs cock twitching. Heâs been wanting to hit it since you wore that bikini at this beach parry last summer.Â
Without hesitation, he subscribed and opened the first video.
You were sitting cross-legged on your dorm bed with nothing but a baby pink bodysuit, which hugged your figure perfectly. Your hard nipples were poking through the thin fabric, as if they were trying to say âhelloâ to your viewers. You winked at the camera as your right hand slowly went down your chest, making a show of pinching your covered nipple and catching your bottom lip with your teeth as you let out a little moan.Â
The sound made Rafe grip his cock and start to slowly jerk it. He was weak for nice titsâŚand yours were very nice.Â
You pulled your other breast free from the fabric, your delicious nipple popping free as you asked the camera if they'd like to suck on them. Without waiting for an answer â not that you would be getting any since it was pre-recorded â, you looked down at it and dribbled spit onto yourself.Â
 If Topper knew he was jerking off to his little sister, he would rip his head off.Â
And your parents? If they knew about your secret online business, they would cancel all payments to your prestigious college and bring your ass back to Kildare. Dr. Cynthia Thorntonâs daughter could not be part of the world of prostitution. It would look terrible for their name.Â
Normally, Rafe loved to ruin peopleâs lives just for fun, but he was enjoying the view too much. All the photo-sets of you in delicate lingerie, the occasional topless ones, the close-ups of your fingers â and sometimes toys â in your pussy and the sweet moans that came from your mouth every time you were pleasuring yourself were part of his night routine. As perverted as it sounded.Â
Weeks passed, and soon Topperâs birthday was coming up. The boys planned on going out to a club and celebrating there, but the plan changed when you showed up to your brotherâs apartment for a birthday surprise.
ââWhereâs Top?ââ you asked, walking in like it was your own place.Â
With a frown on his face, Rafe watched and closed the door behind you. ââAt the gym with Braxton,ââ he replied. ââWhat are you doing here?ââÂ
ââAm I not allowed to surprise my brother for his birthday?ââÂ
ââWe already have plans, and youâre not part of it.ââÂ
Although Rafe had reserved a private booth, there was no way Topper would allow you to come to the club.Â
Brushing off his objection, you grabbed your small suitcase and scanned the apartment. ââWhereâs the guest bedroom?ââ
ââHere,ââ Rafe said, pointing at the couch.Â
ââIâm not sleeping on the couch.ââÂ
ââWe turned the third bedroom into a gaming room. Itâs the couch or the floor. You pick.ââÂ
You raised an eyebrow, considering your options. The floor got crossed immediately â women do not sleep on floors. The couch, although soft and comfortable looking, had probably been used to have sex. It was a college boys apartment.Â
ââThen, Iâll be taking your bedroom.ââÂ
 ââAbsolutely not, Princess. This is my apartment, I'm not sleeping on the couch.ââ
You crossed your arms, challenging his resistance. ââCome on, Rafe. Iâm only staying for two days. I need to be back for Sunday, I haveâââÂ
ââVideo content to film?ââÂ
You gave Rafe a confused look to conceal your inner panic. ââA paper due Monday,ââ you said.
Rafe leaned against the couch, his eyes scanning you up and down. ââI know about your dirty little secret,ââ he said smugly, explicit images of yourself flashing in his head. ââI found your Only Fans account last month. By the way, you look better in light pink than sapphire blue, it washes you out.ââ
At this very moment, you wished you could disappear with a snap of your fingers. With the details he was providing, it was impossible that Rafe was bluffing. You thought your account was well hidden, that your username was well thought and would never give you away. How did he find you?Â
Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, looking at Rafe with knives for eyes.Â
ââYou didnât think anyone would find out, did you?ââÂ
ââDid you tell Topper?ââÂ
Fear started creeping in your stomach at the thought of Topper knowing about that part of your life.Â
Rafe shook his head. ââYour secretâs safe with meâŚon one condition.ââÂ
You rolled your eyes. Nothing was ever free with Rafe. He always wanted something in exchange.Â
The corner of his mouth curled and you shook your head immediately, easily guessing what he had in mind. ââAbsolutely not.ââÂ
ââCome on. Iâm keeping my mouth shut, the least you can do is open yours.ââÂ
Your jaw dropped at his crude words. ââThatâs blackmail!ââÂ
Rafe shrugged, not caring that he was playing dirty. ââYou do what you want. Iâm not gonna be the one in trouble after I make a little call to Topper to tell him his little sister opens her legs for moneyâââÂ
ââFine,ââ you said, gritting your teeth.
Somehow, this was more embarrassing than anything you had done on camera.Â
Swallowing your pride, you kneeled before him, trying to ignore the cocky winning smile on Rafeâs face as you came face to face with his clothed lower region. He was already thick behind his sweatpants â you could see the outline through the gray fabric.
Taking a deep breath, you pulled his sweatpants down, uncovering his cock and balls. You gulped at the sight. He was long and thicker than average, which explained where his confidence came from â aside from his daddyâs big money.
ââLike what you see?ââ Rafe asked, proud of his appendage.Â
Without breaking your annoyance, you rolled your eyes. You couldnât let him know that you were impressed by his size. He would never let you live this one down.
You wrapped a soft palm around his shaft, letting your thumb stroke over his tip and back down until he reached full hardness. Reluctantly, you dipped your head and took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue and tasting the pre-cum that leaked from it before going to the base of his shaft. You didnât take everything into your mouth â yet â, but tried to fit as much as you could.Â
A soft groan left Rafe's mouth, feeling the pleasure of yours. His hand came to the back of your head, gripping your hair into a ponytail and encouraging you to continue your movements up and down. You sped up your pace, saliva spilling from your mouth as precum leaked into your mouth and ran down your throat, secretly starting to enjoy yourself.Â
You clenched your thighs together, wetness slowly pooling in your panties.Â
Above you, Rafe moaned, his grip tightening on your hair as you slid down as deep as you could manage. ââThatâs it, baby. Put that mouth to good use.ââÂ
Had your mouth not been busy, you would have told him to get fucked. Instead, you let him fuck your mouth like you were a inflatable doll from a sex shop until your jaw was starting to ache and you had to pull away.Â
Unsatisfied with your ungranted break, Rafe tapped his cock against your cheek, smearing pre-cum and saliva on your face. ââDid I tell you to stop?ââ
ââNo, butâââÂ
ââThen get back to business.ââ He pressed his cock against your mouth, but you didnât let him in. ââOrâŚmaybe I should call Topper and send him a link to your side business?ââ
You sat on your heels, letting out a defeated sigh. ââMy jaw hurts, okay? I canât anymore,ââ you explained, although doubting Rafe would be compassionate. He didn't care about you, he just wanted to empty his balls. ââBut maybe we canât look at other options?ââ You pulled down the front of your shirt, exposing your bra to him.
Rafe's eyes darted down your chest, catching his bottom lip between his teeth knowing what was beneath your bra. ââI'm listening.ââ
But before the negotiations could begin, you heard the apartment door opening: Topper was back. Quickly, you fixed your shirt and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand while Rafe pulled his sweatpants back up.
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