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teamatsumu · 1 year ago

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services. (fushiguro toji x reader)

summary: With how hectic your life is, you have no room for relationships. But you still have needs, and so you decide to pay to have those needs met.

word count: 4372

warnings: fem!reader, escort!toji, porn with minimal plot, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, daddy kink, choking, biting, this is so self indulgent pls dont judge me.

A million guesses in the world and you never would have predicted that you would be spending your Saturday night like this.

The only sound in your living room was the tick, tick, tick of the wall clock, as well as your occasional fidgeting. Your jeans rustled from where your leg was bouncing, an outlet for your nervous energy. You played with the sleeves of your sweater, rocking back and forth just slightly. You couldn’t decide what you wanted to blame this jittery feeling on, your anxiety or the cold. You wanted to go with the latter but you knew that what you were doing right now meant it had to be the former.

Who else would be waiting for a fucking escort to come to their house?

You looked at the clock again and rolled your eyes at your own antics. It was still ten more minutes before he was supposed to get here. Why were you already so clammy and shaky? This was pathetic. Well, getting an escort was pretty pathetic in itself, but this had to be a new low.

Honestly, you hadn’t expected yourself to be in this position. When a coworker had been venting about how your grueling profession and long working hours left no room for having a personal life, you had enthusiastically agreed. It was something you had been struggling with for years. It was the reason your last boyfriend had broken up with you, saying your job was way too time consuming and he felt ignored. He hadn’t been wrong. You were working more hours than anyone else you knew. And while you loved your job and wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world, you knew it meant sacrificing relationships. Sacrificing love and intimacy and even the simple act of a physical touch.

At this point you were so touch starved it hurt.

Your coworker had then recommended this escort service, saying that it had literally saved her life. An over exaggeration on her part, you were sure, but when you had looked at their website and seen how systematic and professional everything was, you really were taken by surprise. The website was clean and organized, and it took everything into consideration. Hell, they even had you fill out a consent form that was almost six pages long, and it had every kink and sexual option known to mankind. The website claimed that the service had a sophisticated algorithm to make sure it matched every client with an escort best suited for their sexual needs, and it encouraged you to be completely honest when filling the form.

Your face had burned as you read through the form, but you thought long and hard about every option you ticked yes or no on. You were lost, truly, because you had a lot of fantasies in your head but many were ones you had never tried before, even with previous partners. It made you hesitate, and you wondered if these were things you wanted to try for the first time with a complete stranger.

“Oh, trust me, you do.” Mei Mei, your coworker, had responded when you talked to her about your woes. She swung her leg and she took a swig of her coffee, leaning back and giving you a teasing smirk. “When I say these men know what they are doing, they know what they are doing. I would argue this is the best option if you wanna be adventurous in the sheets. Because no matter how you respond, the guy will know how to handle it.”

So after many days of ruminating and carefully curating your form, choosing yes on every option you wanted to try, you had taken a deep breath and submitted it. You felt instant regret as soon as you clicked send, wondering what the fuck you were doing. You were a successful career woman, and here you were, hiring a man to come fuck you in sinful ways. God, what had you come to? If your ex could see you now….

Over the next few days, you went through the payment process and finalizing a time slot for yourself. You talked on the phone to a very nice sounding middle aged lady who had the perfect customer service voice, who told you all the details you needed to know, how many hours your were getting, sending you a number where you could contact the agency afterwards, and a whole bunch of other stuff, finally ending it by letting you know the name of the man they had matched you up with.

Fushiguro Toji.

You gulped as you wrote the name down on the paper you were noting everything else on, tuning out her next words for a bit as you stared down at it. So this was the man you were going to have sex with. Was this okay? Or had you completely lost your mind and your self respect officially?

When you finally hung up, you mulled over the option of just canceling. But the thought only annoyed you. Come on, Y/N, what’s the big deal? The lady on the phone said they were a large, country wide agency who had thousands of clients. So they’re probably doing something right. And who cares? You’re a hardworking woman, and you still have needs. You’re just fulfilling a need you have. That’s it.

Pull yourself together.

And so here you were, on a cold Saturday evening, waiting for this Fushiguro Toji to show up at your door. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the doorbell rang, just two minutes before the agreed time. You stood up quickly, swaying a bit because of how shaky your legs felt, before taking a deep breath and walking to the door. You put your eye up to the peephole, cursing when you saw only chest and shoulders, unable to get a glimpse of his face. You were so panicked that you didn’t even register that this meant he was extremely tall. You only clocked in that fact when you finally opened the door.

It was the first thing you noticed. Just how massive he was. Even though his loose sweatshirt hid most of him, there was no questioning how broad his shoulders were, or how he stood so tall that you nearly dwarfed in comparison. You felt your heart skip, swooning. 10/10 for the escort agency on the size kink option. This man was huge.

He had jet black hair, spiky but tamed, and it looked soft as hell. He looked down at you with a little smirk, and your eye caught the scar on the corner of his mouth. It somehow added to how sexy he was, and you swallowed hard. Yup, this guy was a walking wet dream.

You wanted to slam the door in his face.

He said your name questioningly, and you nodded to confirm your identity. Out of instinct, you said his name back, making him nod and his lip curl up just a bit more. You nearly shivered when his eyes quickly mapped over your figure. For a brief second, you wished you had dressed up a bit more than just your jeans and a sweater, but you doubted you could still look half as good as he did.

“C-come in.” You choked out, stepping aside to let him in. He lumbered inside, movements almost slow and lazy, but still smooth. Your breath hitched when his cologne flooded your senses. Fuck. He also smelled great.

Your hesitation only increased, but you shook your head. He’s probably been with a ton of women. His whole job is to look good and be good in bed. Of course he was attractive. The agency had promised that all their workers were physically good looking. You just hadn’t guessed they would be sex on legs.

By the time you closed the door, locked it and trudged into the living room, Toji was standing in the center of it, looking around with slow movements of his eyes. His hands were buried in the pockets of his jeans, and he was biting the inside of his cheek. He turned to look at you once you were in view again, and you watched him give you another once over. You tugged on your sleeves again, fueling your nervous habit. You heard him snort.

“My boss was right. You’ve never done this before.”

You blinked, not expecting him to say that, or have such a rough tone. It almost offended you, like he thought you were some loser. When he saw your scowl, he immediately raised his hands with a chuckle.

“Don’t mean it in a bad way, sweetheart. It’s kinda cute. Just took me off guard, considering the shit you ticked off on your form.”

Now that made you flush and fidget. The knowledge that this stranger knew everything you wanted in the bedroom was a little unnerving, and pairing that with how heated his gaze suddenly got, and you felt your core stir.

“Would you like some tea?” You blurted out, at a loss for what else to say. He raised his eyebrow in response, making you cringe.

“Or coffee.” You added weekly. “Or we could uh…. just start. Um, go to the bedroom? I don’t-” Your face was so hot, you wanted to cry. Finally, you sighed and gave up, feeling your shoulders slump. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

This made Toji let out a hearty cackle, walking to your couch and dropping heavily on it. He patted the spot next to him, which you promptly took, unable to meet his eyes any longer. You convinced yourself that you couldn’t have done this worse, so there was no way to go but up since you had already hit rock bottom.

“Why’d ya get an escort service?” Toji asked, snapping you from your thoughts. You looked at him and saw genuine curiosity in his eyes, under the bored veneer that stretched over his face. You shrugged.

“I work too much. I wanted stress relief. My coworker said your agency was good. Now I’m kinda regretting it.” You explained concisely.

The tiniest of smirks took residence on Toji’s face at your last words, his body turned towards you. He hooked his arm over the back of the couch, resting his head on his balled up fist as he stared at you. “You won’t regret it by the time I’m done with you, sweetheart.”

Your breath caught at his words, body stiffening. To Toji’s trained eye, your movement was obvious, and it made him chuckle.

“You like that? Well, I can’t be surprised. You’re big on dirty talk, aren’t ya?”

He moved closer as he talked, one hand reaching out until his finger was tracing down your cheekbone, over your jaw, up until he reached your lips. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and your mouth opened on instinct.

“Wonder what kind of talk ya like more? Praise? You wanna be called a good girl? Or maybe the other kind? Maybe you’re a desperate little slut?”

His voice was rough, the air was charged, and despite the cold, heat flooded your veins. You felt like you could barely breathe, afraid to make any motion that could push Toji away. You felt your core pulse when he leaned forward.

“You familiar with the color system for safewords?”

You nodded almost imperceptibly. He hummed.

“Good.”

And then his lips were meeting yours.

It was slow, lazy, like all of his movements. His lips dragged over yours in an almost sensual way. His hand cupped the back of your head and tilted it to his liking, deepening the kiss more. His tongue teased your lips until you parted them, darting inside to slide it over yours. Your eyes rolled shut, shivers running over your spine, hands reaching up instinctively to curl into the material of his sweatshirt. He facilitated every move your mouth made, as if egging you to keep going, and you responded in kind, arching closer to him, pressing harder on his lips, even licking into his mouth a bit, albeit shyly. You felt his mouth curl as he pulled away, a wet squelch as your lips separated. You whined in protest, not even recognizing your voice, and he chuckled.

“We’ve got all night, sweets. Take it easy.”

His hands maneuvered you until he had you in his lap, and it was your first taste of Toji’s strength. You nearly keened at how easy it was for him to pull you around, and you once again felt your insides clench. Being on top of him made you feel intimately all the hard planes of his torso, and you finally let your hands wander. Toji didn’t stop you, watching your fingers disappear under his sweatshirt and meet his bare skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, tilting your head up to meet his lips again as your hands began their exploration.

Toji hummed, letting you guide the kiss this time, and you realized that he had played his cards very carefully to make sure you would come out of your shell. The thought turned you on even more, and you were absolutely sure that you had completely soaked through your lacy underwear by now. You pawed on his shirt, tugging it a bit.

“Take this off, please.”

Toji bit at your bottom lip. “Please what?”

You felt yourself flush hot, picking up on his implication. Another thing you had mentioned on your form. Your body stiffened but Toji squeezed at your sides, hands slipping under your sweater to rub your skin.

“Say it, baby. And I’ll do what you want.”

His lips were wandering, past your mouth, over your jaw and down your neck until his teeth were nibbling on the skin under your ear. Your eyes rolled up, subconsciously grinding down on his lap.

“Please,” you gasp when he sucked hard, likely leaving a hickey. “Please, daddy.”

Toji groaned, the first noise he had made all night, and it shot straight to your pussy. He reached behind him to tug his sweatshirt off, exposing him in all his muscled glory. Your mouth watered at the sight, hands running over him freely. You couldn’t believe you had this man under you, letting you grope and feel him up like this, looking up at you with eyes so predatory it nearly set off alarms in your head. Your touch was getting more and more firm as you continued touching him, his hands pushing down on your hips to encourage the way you were grinding on him. You felt his erection rub right between your legs, where you wanted him most, and you bit your lip in response. He felt big. Definitely the biggest you had ever had. You didn’t even have to look at it to know it would be a tight fit, and the thought of it made excitement zip through you. Your initial nervousness was dissipating, and all your repressed urges were now floating freely in your head.

You needed him to ruin you.

The thought made your movements more frantic, tugging and pulling at Toji, moaning into his lips when his hands wandered under your sweater and groped harshly at your breasts. God, when was the last time a man had touched you like this? You were so wet it made your whole body arch, pulsing with need.

“Daddy. Want- want you.” You whimpered in his ear, feeling his intake of breath at your words. Toji tugged your sweater off, pushing you back so he could take you in. You knew you already looked like a mess, and the thought made your face heat up. Toji smirked at you, stretching the little scar on the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, you leaned forward, licking at the healed over skin. His grip on your hips got impossibly tighter, and you knew it would leave bruises. He stood up, making you quickly wrap your legs around his waist, before walking towards your bedroom, which you pointed out. His lips never left your neck, nipping at any part he could reach, licking over you. You wondered if Toji had a thing for biting.

He was indulging everything you wanted, but a part of you wanted to indulge him too.

He tugged off your jeans and panties as soon as he had you lying on the bed, leaving you in only your bra. Your shyness seemed to have melted away at this point, your brain so foggy with need that you couldn’t think of anything except having him on top of you. Toji was quick to discard his own jeans, leaving him in his boxers, which were straining against the daunting bulge of his cock. You licked your lips at the sight, and the action didn’t go unnoticed by the man, who gave you a grin.

“You want my dick?”

You nodded eagerly, spreading your legs on instinct when he draped himself over you, slotting himself in the space you created. He hummed and licked his lips, eyes wandering over your figure. You felt yourself clench again at the heat behind his eyes.

“Let me get a taste of you first, sweetheart. Then you can have me.”

And then he lowered himself until his face was level with your bare pussy, breath fanning over it in a way that made your eyes flutter. You shouldn’t be shocked at how brazen he was, since this was his job, but it still surprised you. Your thoughts quickly melted away though, when he licked a fat stripe from the bottom to the top of your slit, parting your lips until he could lick at you unencumbered, swiping his tongue over your heat over and over.

You gasped and arched into him, feeling shivers run down your spread legs. Fuck, he was good. Of course he was good. His movements were purposeful, like he had done this a million times before (which he probably had). His tongue seemed to know every little nook and cranny that needed attention, gliding over your cunt until he circled your hole, sinking into the opening. You cried out when the tip hit your walls just right, enough stimulation to feel good but not nearly enough to satisfy. His lips and tongue left you breathless and wanting more. His massive hands held your thighs apart, teeth nibbling at your clit slightly until you were whining under him.

“Fuck. Toji.” Your voice already sounded so wrecked.

When his finger tip prodded at your entrance, you barely had time to process before he was sinking in, knuckle-deep. You cried out at the intrusion, eyes rolling when he curled it and seemed to immediately find your spot. You felt his lips twist up into a smirk when you cursed, knowing he had you.

His movements were merciless, one finger becoming two and pumping in and out of you so fast you were sure he would rip you apart. No matter how hard you clenched, his fingers were undeterred, as if he was adamant on ruining your cunt. You could hear the squelching of your juices, the sound filthy and so sexy it put you right on the edge. Toji seemed to notice. His dark eyes burned into yours, mouth lifting from your clit to let his fingers do all the work while he watched your writhe under his touch.

“You gonna cum, babygirl? Gonna soak my fucking hand? C’mon, baby. Wanna feel this pussy drench me. C’mon. Cum.”

His voice was so rough, adding to the sensations until you felt dizzy, muscles snapping stiff as you came all over his fingers. The noises grew even wetter, your juices flowing past his knuckles and down to his wrist. He hummed his approval, the sound set deep in his chest, eyes zoned in on your fluttering lips. When he pulled out, you let out a long, deep sigh. Your legs were trembling as Toji made his way up to you, licking up your neck before nipping at your earlobe.

“You got such a perfect cunt, baby.” He moaned into your ear, hips grinding down and pressing his clothed cock against you. “Perfect little pussy, fuck. You tellin’ me you haven’t been feedin’ her with cock on a daily basis? Because that’s what she deserves. To be stuffed full with a big dick every night. Soppy little filthy pussy like that needs loving daily.”

You keened at Toji’s words, your breath catching at how lewd he was being. He hooked a thumb into his boxers and tugged them down until his heavy cock sprang free and hit his stomach, tip flushed an angry maroon shade and leaking precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, not even caring about how big he was or how wide he would stretch you. You whined and wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.

“Need you, Daddy.” You breathed out.

“You have me, little girl.” He cooed, almost taunting. His lips were twisted into a wide grin, looking down at you with unbridled lust. You noticed how red the tips of his ears were, flushed down his neck as well. His hair was pushed back haphazardly out of his eyes, and his body was covered by a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes were blown.

When Toji finally sank his cock into you, in one slow stroke, he groaned and cursed loudly, sinking down to his elbows on either side of your head. He let out a long breath, cursing again before a large, rough hand came up and wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides just a bit. You gasped and arched into him, eyelids fluttering. The light haziness in your head was now intensifying as Toji bullied his cock slowly but surely into your cunt, no matter how much it tried to resist the intrusion.

“Fuck.” His voice broke a little. And somehow, that was better than the orgasm he had just pulled out of you. Knowing you had that kind of effect on this man who had never met you before, that you were reducing him to this just by your body alone, made you feel powerful. You clenched around him on purpose, and his grip on your neck tightened, making you freeze. He looked down at you, his grin almost manic.

“You playin’ games with me, sweetheart? Nasty little slut. I never would’ve thought.”

He pulled out then, until only the tip of his cock was inside you, before surging forward, hips slamming hard into you. You screamed and arched, and Toji didn’t give you a second more, thrusting into you in earnest.

“You forgot I was the boss here, little girl. Me. Say it.”

You could barely choke the words out, having the wind knocked out of you with every brush of his cock on your g-spot.

“Y-you’re-” You screamed at a particularly brutal thrust, legs kicking and twitching. Toji’s grip on your neck tightened, and you could no longer breathe. Your eyes crossed at the feeling.

“Look at you. Can’t even say a word. Such a whore for daddy.”

When he eased his hold, you took in big gulps of air, only a few moments before he tightened his grip again. His movements didn’t slow down for one second, driving his cock into you at a maddening pace.

“I’m gonna-” You didn’t finish. You couldn’t. Because in that moment, your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train, so intense you could barely breathe, even despite Toji loosening the hold he had on your neck. Your vision blackened, stars bursting over it as you writhed and twitched under him. He didn’t stop fucking into you, didn’t even pause. He groaned when you came around his cock, and he kept going.

You realized that this was just the beginning of a very long night.

………………………………..

It was around 4 in the morning when you tapped out. Or rather, Toji finally let you tap out.

You had come so many times you couldn’t count. You had positively lost all feeling in your legs, and every muscle in your body was sore and buzzing. Toji had pulled and twisted you into every position known to man, spanked and slapped you around, choked you, tugged on your hair until your scalp tingled, and had stuffed his cock, fingers and tongue into your abused pussy so many times you felt like you were dying. It was the most you had ever felt, every sensation amplified, crying until tears soaked your cheeks, cumming until you just couldn’t anymore. He quite literally fucked the soul out of you, plain and simple.

Now you were lying on your side on the bed, watching with half lidded, barely open eyes as Toji tugged his clothes back onto his glorious, god-like frame. He had only a few marks. Your teeth marks on his neck and shoulders, and some scratches down his back. Compared to you, bitten and bruised all over, he looked unaffected.

He turned to look at you, smirking when he saw that you were already watching.

“You sure you’re done? Ya have me for two more hours at least.”

You nodded and let out an unflattering snort. “If I had to go one more round you might have to take me to the hospital.”

He let out a laugh at that, walking closer to you. He fished in the pocket of his sweatpants, pulling out a small, rectangular card. You could barely make out his name and number.

“Don’t call the service next time. Call me directly.”

You raised a teasing eyebrow. “You do personal services?”

He shrugged in return, sending you a sleazy wink. “Only for really sweet cunts like yours.”

You groaned and buried your face in the mattress, hearing him laugh loudly before standing up.

“I’ll see myself out.”

You didn’t move until you heard the front door slam, feeling your lips tug up in a smile. You would have to thank Mei Mei profusely for her recommendation. And now you understood that she didn’t exaggerate the effectiveness of this escort service.

This was definitely not the last time you would be seeing Fushiguro Toji.

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tookthe-405 · 10 months ago

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On our way

Chapter 1 :

We’ll keep falling on each other

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Loser!ellie x ex-bsf!reader

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authors note: first chapterrr🤪 ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLS

And pls tell me if the chapters should be shorter and what kind of perspective I should write from (Ellie pov will come later when I’ll fit), LONG AF

Summary: modern Jackson au!

you and Ellie were best friends through your childhood. Now your just neighbours who act like enemies towards each other, but after an incidence you both decide to run away together.

Joel lives 💯

warnings: anxiety , Panik attack?, alcohol, smoking, feeling of throwing up (only mentioned once) smut in future chapters!!, chaotic and stupid arguing between reader and Ellie, school anxiety, messy af (I mostly write at night when the demons come out🐺)

(ellie is 18 and reader is 17 (soon 18))

Readers pov:

6/25

You couldn’t remember the fall out.

For a matter of fact you couldn’t remember anything that happened that night.

You just knew that the next morning Ellie and you weren’t friends anymore. You guys weren’t anything, just total strangers who knew more about each other than any other.

“Iced Coffee and 4 chocolate donuts should be your order”

Your head snaps up and an older guy holds out a bag of donuts.

“Yes, thank you”

You quickly scurry out of the waiting crowd, out the dinner and into the summer air.

2:25 p.m. If Jody would finally pick you up, the both of you might only be 10 minutes late to the game.

While you're waiting, you take a donut out of the bag and realize as you're eating that you don't have a cold ice coffee in your other hand.

"Fuck”

you really wanted that coffee, and by any normal logic you should just go back.

But the fear of embarrassment won. so you decide to just wait outside without a coffee, feeling the dizziness of the lack of sleep in your brain.

The day before was the last exam and you couldn’t sleep the whole night, because of your anxious thoughts that are so unjustified that it’s actually embarrassing.

you watched the cars drive by, as you wait for Judy to pull over.

Today was the last school day. Ever. This morning was the last morning you would ever be in a high school class room to study.

After waiting for a while you hear the horn of Judy`s car or rather her parents car, since both of you are broke and only one of you has their license.

"i forgot my coffee" you complain as you collapse into the passager seat.

"yeah but you didn`t forgot the donuts and thats the really important thing here" Jody happily takes the box full of donuts, out of your hand

"footbal games always stress me out" you rummage through your bag, looking for gumm or just something that will help your body through this hard time.

"i hope my exams were good" you tell her anxious.

"It was our last fucking day, dont worry about something that is over soon. Those last days don`t really matter no one cares"

"I do"

Judy scoffs, puting the donute to her mouth again, all while looking at the street.

"I know, thats your problem. Really, you need to fix that. Your grades are amazing and whatever college you wanna go to, will say yes."

Now you scoff.

"right then why haven’t they replied yet then?"

"because you were too anxious too send your application, you almost threw up in my room"

Your face contorts at the memory. Judy's poor cat hissed at you the whole time because you couldn't sit still at all.

"yeah sorry he gets like that, but not all cats are this easy to annoy i swear"

Your giggle fills the car and you share the last donute, as judy tries to find a parking spot which is obviossly not that easy anymore.

"goddamit those wild people are so greedy" her hands grab the steerig wheel harder, but theres simply no other free spot anymore.

You grow even more annoyed now.

The thoughts in your head take more space than you usually allow them.

The whole morning was shit, the whole day is shit and your life is fucked if you don’t get into university.

"i think we need to use the other one" judy says

"then we`ll have to run through the whole fucking school, were already late, Malik is playing!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she looks at you, thinking, and finally sighs.

"get out I’ll park the car" You immediantly regret snapping at her.

"you dont have to-"

she interrupts you (no suprise)

"bro get out of my car. It’s my fault we`re too late anyway and we both know im only here for the fries"

For a few seconds you hesitate, but then you grab your bag and the donut, and get out the car. Outside, a warm brise tickles your skin, now that the sun is shining right on your face. You pinch you eyes.

Judy dissapers around the corner and you wave, hoping she saw it, but the worry leaves with her because you start running towards the football field.

The whole row was full, every seat. You try to push your way through the crowd on the front, which didn't make it any easier because everyone was pushing forward against the bar to see better.

And it was so loud, every type of noises from every angle. This is your last game of course everyone will be loud, Jesus you’ll be loud, but the game hasn’t even started.

Arriving in the almost last row, Lyla waves to you and you sprint towards her.

"I don't know how you manage to save us seats, thank you so much," You almost scream, because the large group sitting behind her started singing the fucking national anthem.

lyla quickly hugs you and sits right back down. "I don't know how either, but here you go. Where's Judy?"

Her gaze wanders behind you to look out for her, as if judy is hiding behind you "Looking for another parking spot and getting us some fries"

You feel the light box in your hand and remember the one donut inside it.

“Here we’ve left you a donut”

“How generous” lyla replies smirking

Your attention turns to the football field. No one’s there.

“Everyone is still in the cabins, you're not as late as you think" she adds while slurping her milshake.

Malik is Lylas brother and a good friend of yours. Even Judy likes him, and that's saying something.

After the "incident" you tried so hard to find another group of friends, that one day it actually happened.

Which wasnt easy, before ellie you didnt relly need other friends. You also didnt want other ones. You always thought she felt the same way.

Her company, her words, her feelings and thoughts were all you wanted.

"Holy shit im not late!"

Judy's loud voice pulls you out of your thoughts. She quickly sits down next to you and hands you the large french fries package. You grin at her and pass them on to lyla. The loud noises became quieter and quieter, which made you hear the microphone voice.

"Dear seniors and juniors, After weeks full of learning and exams, one last football game with our beloved team and a guest team of their choice should be enough for you. I don't understand why you wanted to have this when every one of you’ve seen so many other games, but as you want. That’s the last one really though, please."

Judy giggles at the voice of the principal, but with empathy rather than mockery.

"Poor Ms. Servopoulos, juniors and seniors are not easy. The Other Class's prank surpassed everything"

lylas eyes widened at the memory. "Which of the 20 One?" She asks, leaning a bit over my lap to hear judy better.

"The one where they all had their tables outside at the_" Judy's bright voice gets stuck in the air, and she looks past me with squinted eyes in dismay.

You know why and didn't want to turn around.

But you do it anyway.

She wore her typical short baggy shorts and a red oversize t shirt with a fucking beanie , which makes her look like the love child of Adam Sandler and Jesse Pinkman.

You’d be happy to laugh at her if she didn't look so fucking good. But you chuckle a bit in your head at the Beanie, because it’s fucking june.

She looks down at you , just standing there.

Ellie has always been a bit taller than you. You might be sitting right know, but you still know That hasn't changed yet. You don't have to get up to be sure. You would notice if she grew even 1 cm. You don't know if she would still recognize that about you.

The familiar, soft and light brown freckles on her face. As a tween you always wanted to connect them, to find out how it would turn out. Or how she would look. Or react. You wanted to make her laugh so bad it hurt.

"Seth told me to bring this too you"

The Ice Caffee, with your name on it, is suddenly right in front of your face.

"Why should I accept it? It's already warm anyway" The irritated pitch in your voice cannot be ignored

Elie's gaze remains neutral, but there was some caution in her expression. "He forced me when I was paying, just take it and throw it away."

"Why didn't you throw it away?"

"Because im at a point where I listen to that old man for my benefits. Seth hates me already. He didn't even tell me about the senior special last week" she protests

You roll your eyes in annoyance.

"i dont give a shit about you or the now hot coffee"

Your argument became more intense, Judy and lyla exchanged glances but stayed out of it. You want to sort out your shit yourself and they know that.

"just fucking throw it away ellie!"

"No, I'm sitting at the top and have to go down all the fucking stairs and-"

"I don't care Ellie"

The people around slowly became aware of the both of you screaming, and you wonder for a second how strange you both must look right now. How you line up like little kids. But ellie also hurt the child version of you. God she has hurt so fucking many versions of you.

"just be happy that I’m even bringing this too you, i didnt really had to do that"

Her hand holds the plastic cup so hard in front of your face that it looks like it's about to explode.

The fact that she thinks she has a right to be angry with you bothers you even more, as you try to hold back your tears. You try to imagine her as adam sandler, screaming at you in this fucked up voice from grown ups, to make the tears go away.

"right i didn’t ask you to do anything, you decided to be so stupid and come over here"

she chuckles sligtly at your words, really pissed now. "you bitch-"

The last words never came out of her mouth. But the coffee out the cup. On your shirt.

Frightened, you take a loud breath in and stand up. Ellie has already put a safe distance between the both of you and her own mouth is open with surprise and startle.

Behind her stands a paralyzed Joshua, with his hand on his mouth.

"I swear, he ran into me...," she babbles desperately to herslef, waving her hands in the air, the empty cup on the floor now. Looks like the rest of the liquor soaked your shoes.

Yo didn’t let her finish. You mumble to lyla and judy not to follow you and that you would call them later. You grabbed your bag and Then left.

And you cried the whole ride home with your mom next to you. And not because of the coffee.

The smoke comes out of your mouth, you take the ciggarette to you lips again, and breathe in deeply.

If you smoke in your room, you always have to lean almost completely out of the window, now with the shadows of the trees falling in your face.

The light, split by the limbs, danced to the movements of the branches. There was a small and almost sweet breeze in the air.

The sun is still shining, but the golden hour is almost here.

You get goose bums on your arm as a cold breeze comes, and you put out the cigarette on your ashtray.

As you lie down on your bed and just stare at the wall for a while, the dark smell of cigarettes is still in the air. your parents don't care as long as it doesn't get into the rest of the house.

You grab a book from your bedside table and start reading.

"And when you at last find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped darek inside yous so long"

You close the book with a jerk.

Yes, maybe no sylvia plath for today.

The buzzing of your phone makes your head move to the side.

Judy: Malik won

Judy: Tonights a party at the beach, everyones going

Your eyes stare back into the void of your ceiling.

Ellie has had so much influence over you and your feelings for so long, that has to stop at some point. And with all the anger in you, you think that today it will.

You get up and stand in front of your closet, you rummage around to find something and you do. A t shirt that belonged to ellie.

Your fingers brush over the dark green material. It was a fucking normal t shirt. Except that it wasn't.

"Today it will stops"

You put the t-shirt in your backpack and look for an outfit that was well suited for the beach. In the end, you wear short jeans shorts, where your grandma had sewn in flower patterns years ago, With a light blue shirt it goes nicely with the flowers.

you: can you pick me up?

Judy: I would love too :)

You quickly brush your teeth to get rid of the smell of smoke. Outside, you can already hear Judy's honking. You sprint down the stairs with your backpack and look for your beach shoes.

"Where are you going" Your mother is standing behind you with her arms crossed. In her old cardigan, she looked like she did a few years ago and you almost get a déjà vu.

"A party, Judys picking me up"

"how long are you gonna be there?"

"Mom im going to be 18 in what now 4 days you dont have to ask me that anymore"

she scoffs

"yes i do and guess what? i also want you to text me So i know youll be fine"

Nervously, you look out to see if Judy's car is still there, maybe she thinks you've changed your mind.

"Ok, Mom, I'll probably go to Judy's and be gone till midnight."

Suspiciously, she looks at you from head to toe, but (luckily) gives in.

"okay but please call me if something happens. Be smarter than your brother"

Your body flinches at the mention of him. "Has… he called lately?" you murmur

She looked at the floor and you thought for a moment she was going to cry. "No, but maybe if you call him, he'll answer"

You nod, but you know you won't do it.

He doesn't care about you either.

"I'm proud that you're coming along" Judy and you are walking, with beer in your arms, towards the beach where a few people have already gathered.

"I mean, that was a great show, a few people definitely noticed it"

You sigh at the unpleasant memory. "Then that's the way it is, I think a few other things are going to happen tonight, that are far more interesting than a girl with coffee on her T-shirt"

"I hope so" A mischievous smile on her face.

You look around to find lyla and malik, But because of all the people, it doesn’t really work. You were sure that there weren't that many seniors and juniors, but that a few friends of others came along. There was a big fire and even a barbecue.

After wandering around for a while, you find the two siblings. They had already made themselves comfortable on the big blanket and had taken some alcohol with them, but the bottles will probably spread over the whole beach anyway.

"Finally I see you, everything ok with you?" Malik mentions as he stands up, giving you a vigorouslyhug. "Really fucked up what happened"

You digress with a wave of your hand and sit down

"im fine, but you won, tell me abou it!" You try to make your voice as shrill as possible to make it clear that you don't want to talk about it.

“oh yeah we won, I made a touchdown, obviouly"

"almost didn’t catch it tho" throws lyla into the round and you giggle.

"Shut up, we only won our last game Ever, Because of me!”

Pride, but also the quiet pain of the loss of his team, can be noticed on his face andin his voice. The reality that you try so hard to run away from hits you again. high school is over, real life begins now.

“whatever, im getting something to drink and then im gonna tell sam to put on some music” Lyla ties you back into the moment. "I'm going with you , I need a drink of Voda-Coke"

Later that night Mr. Brightside was what got you on your feet and into the crowd.

Mesmerizingly, the fire flares higher and leaves just light trail of smoke behind. Malik and Judy are now singing along loudly with the others.

All these people who so clumsily sing the song about a heartbroken man, as if they would die if they don't do it, carry the same fate with them. They will all wake up tomorrow with a headache and worries about the next day. as it is one day closer to real life.

Some have broken families or parents, complicated friends, grief and draining fear of the future.

Knowing that it was like that but everyone was still singing along motivates you to do it too.

"Here more vodka has to work not taste good" Judy pours more vodak into your cup, but misses more than ends up in it.

Now you just laugh, because why did you thought so long about everything, this night was a good decision.

"I need to dance like I physically need to dance"

She grabs Malik's arm as he pours more beer next to her.

“let’s danceee!"

Lyla stands next to you, grinning and sober, and you both watch her.

"he likes her"

Lyla explains

"I know" you reply.

“That’s fucked up”

She looks a bit worried, as she watches the two of them dance and sing, with her arms crossed

"is that bad? or are you the "dont date my fucking brother" type of girl, please dont be by the way its always a bit-"

Your brain is mush, your tongue works on its own and Lyla obviously didn't like that

"no of course not, i don't care about him or who he dates"

The light from the fire reflected on her skin, she looked like a painting drawn at sunset and you wished you had your camera with you. It would be a shot of a very sad girl, with a lot of repressed feelings that she will never explain to a human soul.

But she didn't have to, because you understand.

You once looked at someone like that, from a distance where these looks were not visible to the person, where they were safe.

Comforting her was your first thought, dumb decision because a drunk person comforting a sober one never works out.

"I'm sure judy likes you back"

Alarm bells could be seen in her eyes.

"shut up you don't know that"

you laugh but it sounds unstable.

“No your right I don’t”

It looked like a lot of fun, everyone singing and drinking away their worries, you just wanted to join the dancing crowd when you see her. Again.

Fast an quickly, just ignore her, act like you didn’t see her.

But your eyes lock with hers and your stomach sinks.

In that moment you wish you could just admit that Ellie will always be a part of your mind. Wherever you are, with whomever, she will always appear In your mind and she will haunt you.

The worst thing is that it was also your fault, you allowed this relationship to be far too deep and perplexed even though you knew that it was becoming too emotional.

Ellie's presence on the other side of the fire, fills you with all those deeply buried feelings, as if she dug them up with her own hands. As if you told her where you buried them.

“I really don't understand you two"

with a snap you arrive back on planet earth.

"what?"

"the both of you. starring at each other, like you're about to run through fire to be just a bit closer. Makes me want to puke" lyla repeats.

Disbelief and vulnerability spreads through your chest and all those lights are too bright, the music is too loud and Ellie is too close.

"It's ok to forgive, we don't even know what happened so be honest, how bad was it?"

brushing all those feelings off, or at least trying to, you turn around and disappear into the darkness.

In a kind of trance you push your way through the many people, a few call after you, and you are sure that you have run into someone. You just didn't notice anything about it.

You stop in front of the many cars. You used to drive with your father to the local supermarket or other short distances, but you're not willing to steal a car.

Your head turns to the right then left, looking for something, anything that will take you away from here.

Cars, skateboards and bicycles.

Without thinking about it, you grab an unchained bike and get on it. The adrenaline in your veins works on its own and has far too much influence on your body.

It took some time to get stable on it, because the tears in your eyes made it difficult to see. Nobody seems to have noticed that you ran away and that you are riding a bike that doesn't belong to you.

The road was pitch black dark.

The warm summer wind wipes your tears away, the bright street lights of the city can be seen in the distance.

You step on the pedals and realize that you have arrived on the local road.

Out of breath, you press your fingers on the brake lever.

Desperately trying to get your lungs to return to normal, mind concentrate on the outline of your shadow that was visible on the floor, because of the street lanterns.

You get off the bike in silence, put it down next to you on the sidewalk and sit down.

The pumping of your veins feels like electricity.

You could still hear a few cars in the background.

You brush away strands of hair from your forehead.

“Fuck” you hear yourself whisper.

The tears were just about to come back when you hear a car turning.

She still drives Joel's old truck.

The vehicle stops in front of your feet and you notice that some of the light green paint has rusted off.

That wasn't the case the last time you saw that thing.

Ellie slams the car door loudly behind her, so she looks back to see if everything is still fine.

The feeling of shame just bubbles out of you and drips onto the floor, as she steps in front of you with even louder steps.

your head lifts up just a bit, to look at her. Her nose is a bit crooked and she's breathing just as fast as you were a few seconds ago, it looks a bit like she was running after you.

“What the fuck are you doing”

Ellie Williams will always come from the far corner of the world and remind you that you will never let go of her.

The effects of the alcohol still had an influence on your brain, so you stay calm.

“calming down"

For a few seconds it's eerily quiet, for a moment you thought Ellie had left again, but the squeaking of her sneakers prove the opposite. Her body settles down next to you.

"You look really stupid, sitting here like that."

You scoff mockingly.

"yes, that's exactly why you're sitting next to me bitch"

"don't fucki-"

"Don’t act so innocent, remember what you said today before you spilled my coffee on my shirt”

Her head turns to you, sweet regret and longing in her moss green eyes. She scans the bike next to you.

"i think i stole that" the embaressment goes up your cheeks.

"yeah totally badass, but we have to bring that back later" she chuckles softly.

The bright beam of light from the lantern above you gives her face an bright tint , like the beach sun always did in the evening.

"sorry... about the coffee, joshua ran into me and-"

"Yes, I know you've said that before"

She drops her head. No idea why she's sitting here, but you don't mind. you just wanted to capture her and keep her close to you, like a butterfly.

"your brother called me" Ellie mentions it so casually that it shocks you to the bone.

He can even call her but not you. After she just sat down, you were as close as ever.

"what did he say"

"He wants us to come visit him."

Her pupils were large, but you assumed it was because she just drove a dark route and not because she was high. She's way too lucid to be high.

"why? and why the both of us?"

Ellie shrugs her shoulders cluelessly

"He said that we would like Florida, that he was getting a new apartment next week and that we should visit him. You didn't tell him anything about me?"

"I haven't told him anything Ellie, we haven't been able to get in touch with him for months"

You can clearly see from her expression that it makes as little sense to her as it does to you, which worries you even more. something is wrong.

You can feel how your hands shaking, you tried to tell yourself that your just cold.

"Alex said that he tried to call you and your parents, but the line never got through, fuck he even reached Joel"

You continue to shake and Ellie gently grabs your shoulder like she has often before, when you were lost in your head, when you were so afraid of roller coasters that you almost vomited or when you cried because Alex moved out 3 years ago.

Ellie's own security was always an anchor for you, when things got too confusing she strengthened you and even though you didn't talk to each other for almost a year, she still decided to tell you that your brother was fine.

That he wants you with him.

Sometimes, on the particularly melancholic nights when loneliness and nostalgia take over, you read Sylvia's poems and it just clicks. That all because this girl with her hair that is way too short and her pants that are way too big and her full lips, her unhealthy obsession with the universe and planets, exists on the same time as you.

“There’s gonna be a explanation or a reason whatever but just calm down for now okay?”

her voice is suppressed but still safe. yes the Ellie Anchor effect, fuck that shit

“Okay yes your right what the fuck”

“Yeah I can be right sometimes”

“ I Doubt that”

Her lips pucker upwards and yours follow suit. you are still too close to each other, it all feels too new and yet too nostalgic.

The old patterns gave your heart a little sting, you quickly shook off her hand on your shoulder. You clear your throat, thanking the universe or whoever there is that it's night.

Otherwise Ellie wouldn't have been able to miss your red cheeks. In your mind you beat yourself up because you still feel this way after everything she did.

"Show me your phone"

Your hand goes protectively to your back trouser pocket. "um no?!"

Ellie Scoffs thinking your joking, but when she sees that you’re serious, she laughs.

"just give it? the fuck do you think im gonna do"

"I don't know"

With a little nudge to your foot, she gives you that look again that shows trust and you give in.

"fine"

It's a little painful for you, this morning you had a mental crisis because of her, now you letting her scroll through your contacts.

"yeah, sorry to disappoint you, but this is not your bros number"

But that must be his.

Your parents gave it to you.

Oh.

"show me" you said firmly, having a really fucked up scenario in your head, about why this is the wrong number.

Ellie takes out her phone and shows you your brother's contact. chats, phone calls, everything is there. the one from this week too.

"this doesn't make any sense, I just- I don't get it"

"Your parents gave you the number?"

You nod, "My mom said, a few Months ago he had to change his number, in the beginning we texted a bit but never really called"

your eyes switch from her phone to yours to check the numbers again and again .

"After a few days, he didn't get in touch at all, with no one. We thought he was just done with his old life." you pronounce the words and your stomach turns.

Ellie's eyes stare thoughtfully at the asgap in front of you. You're helplessly trying to build up eye contact to figure out what you're thinking.

"I think they lied to you… He said something like this could happen" She says it so fucking sure.

You couldn't take in any more and you get up with your eyes are watering "What the fuck are you talking about Ellie" Your voice broke with the trust in your parents, even Ellie looks at you sympathetically.

"Alex said on the phone that he has been trying to reach someone from home for a long time, but it doesn't work. He was so desperate that he even called me and joel. Do you think your parents or your mom-"

you raise your hand to tell her not to finish the sentence. "Why… would they do that?"

She gets up and comes closer to you. "He mentioned that your mother said he shouldn’t call her anymore or you anymore, that even you don't him in your life anymore"

It feels like your whole past is falling apart, all the beautiful moments with your family, you even want the bad memories back.

"Hey"

Ellie's soft fingertips gently touch the back of your hand. Roughness was still there, she hasn`t stopped playing guitar.

"lets run away"

a/n: omg, the chapters are gonna be shorter next time and we’re also on the road PLS STICK W IT

(and reblog😍)

anyways if you’ve come this far ur a real survivor thanks 🫶

@yourelliewillms @bready101 @liasxeatt @darkerstarsstuff @elliezato @crxmxnzl-c0rpzes @lovelyxbaby @yalaysbee @macaroni676

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PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (PT. 2)

PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.60k

GENRES angst ﹒little bit of fluff ﹒little bit of smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader is better than me cause i would not let kevin do all the shit he’s done 😭, ANYWAY i digress, this part is very reader-centric — whereas part one is very kevin-centric, inner turmoil goes absolutely crazy, most of this fic is reader putting kevin in his place and him realizing how big of an asshole he truly is, mentions of injury (past tense), mentions of insecurity, lots of arguing, reader cries at one point or another, the smut places a very minimal role in this, but unprotected sex, public sex (the auditorium dressing room), no foreplay but wtv we fall like soldiers in battle, pussy job lowkey (high key…), creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

SUMMARY it wasn’t like you and kevin hated each other. in fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

MORE oh my god. it’s finally fucking here. A MONTH, 2 SICKNESSES AND MANY MANY STRESSFUL NIGHTS LATER— part two of princess and the pauper is here!!! i’m so sorry to those of u who have been itching and waiting on me to get ��er done,,, it’s been an ordeal to say the least, and while it’s nearing the two month mark since the black out or back out collab was announced, SHE FINALLY FINISHED!!! for once i saw something through omg i can sleep peacefully and work on my other wips without guilt now… 😭 ALSO THANK U SO MUCH MAYA @/kimsohn FOR PUSHING ME THROUGH THIS and for making me thug it out bc without u it definitely would’ve taken much longer to finish 💔 please dont forget to read part one and the other fics in the series if u haven’t!! both are linked below! and as always, pls reblog if u enjoyed <3

PART ONE | SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

TAGLIST @millksea @deobibbang @deobi0412

Never in your life have you felt so… Confused.

It wasn’t just confusion that settled deep in the pit of your stomach. There was a sharp pain there too, like someone stabbed you and twisted the knife. That was probably the best way to describe what you were feeling. You were bleeding out, and no one was coming to save you.

Kevin wasn’t answering your calls. He wasn’t answering your texts. He ran out of the lecture hall as soon as class was over, never giving you a moment to speak to him. It was making you nervous.

You still had half of a dance to choreograph and a fuck ton of pressure riding on your back. After the last performance you and him did together, you’d have a lot of eyes on you. It most definitely wasn’t your fault that he dropped you. How many people willingly want to acquire a broken ankle? The crutches were a bitch to maneuver around with. But like every single thing that’s happened in the three years you’ve known Kevin Moon, he’s managed to place the blame on you like it was.

It was crucial that you make amends with him even if it was momentarily. Your final grades were dependent on your performance. If he couldn’t get his shit together for at least that, he was a lost cause in your mind. Not even your professor would be able to refute that fact. Actually, nobody would be able to refute that fact.

Your lips form an O as you blow the steam away from your coffee, pulling out your phone to try Kevin’s phone once again. The line rings a few times before going straight to voicemail like it has the past couple weeks. You kiss your teeth, tying your sweater around your waist as you slump in your chair. The baristas at the campus cafe were probably sick of seeing you sitting in the same high-top counter spot since the incident with Kevin in the studio.

“Y/N?”

Ji Changmin appears beside you and you click your phone off, so he wouldn’t see his friend’s contact on the screen. You give the Early Childhood Dev major a weak smile.

“Changmin! What’s up? How are you and your girlfriend?” You hope he can’t recognize the distress written all over your features. You highly doubt it, though. You can feel the wrinkles pulling at your skin.

“We’re good! How’s the showcase performance going with Kev?” He asks like he knows something you don’t. When your lips fall to a thin line, an all too familiar grimace, he sighs a knowing sigh. “Do I have to smack some sense into him?”

“Not gonna lie, yeah, you do. He’s being really fucking difficult and like half of our dance is unfinished. I can’t even get a hold of him, so I’m starting to lose my patience.” You express your annoyance. The border between complacency and free-will was a lot slimmer than one might think. For example; your feelings when it comes to Kevin Moon.

You don’t expect to get a returning call later that night when you’re washing dishes after dinner.

In fact, you don’t even hear it at first, too absorbed in scrubbing the staining out of your bowl. It’s when your roommate yells out to you, that you snap out of your reverie, albeit dazedly. You dry your hands on a nearby tea towel, hitting the green answer button without a second glance at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Your heart catches in your throat. You recognize the owner of the voice practically by the first breath into the receiver alone. It’s actually kind of unhealthy how quickly it took to realize who was on the other end. You swallow heavily, praying he doesn’t hear the gulp.

“In the latter part of the afternoon, I believe. Why?” You try not to sound hopeful. That’s one thing you’ve learned being in the same vicinity as Kevin Moon. You could never be too expecting, because it would only lead to disappointment. And you’d dealt with enough of that the past few years.

“We need to finish this fuck ass choreography,” he grunts, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue. “I’ll meet you in the same studio at 4.”

He doesn’t let you get anything else in, hanging up swiftly. You deflate as you set your phone back on the counter. All you had to do was push through these next couple weeks, like you always have when it came to him.

That should be a piece of cake, right?

Wrong.

“No, that looks stupid.”

You grit your teeth, swiping the back of your hand on your forehead. You’d been inside of this studio maybe 30 minutes tops, and you were on the verge of strangling Kevin. With as long as you’d been putting up with his shit, you thought getting through this wouldn’t be as rough as it’s been. But if there was one thing Kevin Moon had, it was pride.

“We don’t have time for you to nitpick right now. Let’s just finish the choreography and clean it after.” Your hands rest on your hips, nostrils flaring.

“If we clean as we go, we’ll have more time to drill it into our systems and get down muscle memory. It’ll be a stronger performance.” He argues. You roll your eyes as you turn away from him, taking a water break to calm yourself. “Why do you have so much fucking attitude today? You were the one preaching to the choir about me making things difficult. It seems the tables have turned.”

Usually, you were pretty good at keeping your frustration at bay when it came to Kevin’s remarks. You liked to think it was because you were down bad for the guy, despite him always wanting nothing to do with you. But as of late, (Read: Since your performance of Princess and the Pauper) every little comment he’s made has managed to crawl under your skin like a damn parasite. You were beginning to get real sick of it.

“God, you’re so—“ You interrupt yourself to groan, fingers curling into fists. “You’re fucking insufferable. Do you know that? I’ve been bending over backwards to ensure we aren’t kicked out of the goddamn program and you don’t even fucking care. Over what? A kiss that you initiated?”

Kevin is stunned into silence, not at all prepared for you to blow up on him like that. After all, that razor thin line between complacency and free-will had yet to be crossed. And well, it appears that you just crossed it. You whip around toward him, pulling down the collar of your t-shirt to reveal the faintest of bruises that still remains from your impromptu act of intimacy.

“I’ve had to look at this every day for a week and all it’s done is make me feel shitty, ashamed of something I didn’t even start. Now I need you to stop acting like an ass and get it together so we can finish this and perform the best dance this university has ever seen.” Your chest is heaving up and down, similarly to when you made out against the mirrors last week. Except this time isn’t out of breathlessness, but rather anger and exhaustion.

Kevin’s eyes don’t leave the hickey on the base of your throat, something undetectable swimming in them as he stares. You can’t read the emotions swirling rampantly in his irises, a mixture of too many blurring into one another. Honestly, it’s funny. It’s funny that it’s taken you this long to get him to shut his mouth for once.

So you laugh.

It’s a snort at first, an off handed projection of how comical the situation has become to you. But then it metamorphoses into a small giggle, which leads to full scale laughter that has you hunching over your knees and wiping away tears. This whole thing is stupid. Absolutely fucking stupid.

“What are you laughing at?” His eyebrow raises in question, broken from his weird trance.

“I just can’t believe it took three years for me to shut you up,” you shake your head slowly, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm. “You’re always the one who can’t stop talking.”

Kevin deadpans, mouth pulled pin-straight as his expression drops. “You’re so unserious.”

As the height of your laughter reaches a valley, you collapse onto the ground, resting your back against the mirror. You take another long sip of water before sighing. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal. Trust me, I know. But, we’ve gotta set aside our differences just this once. Please, for the sake of the department.”

“Fine,” he murmurs, plopping down beside you to stretch his back. “Let’s finish choreographing so we can start cleaning it up.”

It’s a victory in your book, and probably the most obedient the Pisces has ever been. Maybe this wouldn’t end in complete disaster like you assumed it would. It turns out Kevin Moon wasn’t entirely brainless and knew when he was wrong. Sometimes. Maybe. We’ll see.

You shut your eyes and visualize what you’ve choreographed so far, going over the moves in your head to see if the rest will come to you like a prophecy. It’s wishful thinking, but with how much you’ve accomplished since setting foot in the studio, you’re willing to try anything. The track would be nice for elements of hip hop style choreography, but you knew the audience wouldn’t eat it up as much as they would the route you’re currently taking.

Driver roll up the partition, please…

The song plays through the speakers and you watch as Kevin stands to run through everything you have. You’re entranced by his movements, the flow of his body on certain points. It’ll look ten times better once you’re doing it with him, costumed and performing it perfectly in front of a crowd. You can picture it now, the gentle but controlled glide of his hands along your arms when Beyoncé sings “We ain’t even gonna make it to this club”. He was right. You very well might be seduced by your enemy.

“Should we use props?” You suddenly voice, eyes narrowed in thought. He hums.

“That’s… not a half-bad idea, actually,” his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “What did you have in mind?”

“A chair, maybe,” you look away from him, placing your focus on the way your toes alternate between a tendu and relaxed position. “That could take up a good chunk of the choreo.”

Kevin stalks over to the supply closet in the corner of the studio, pulling out a folding chair. He puts it in the center of the room gently, careful to not scratch up the wooden, lacquered flooring. You spend the next couple of hours brainstorming through numerous versions of the dance. While it was a lot easier than your past practices, there were still the occasional argument over which movements looked good and whatnot.

At a certain point, everything becomes cohesive and the end is near. You gulp down some water as Kevin does some random choreography. It’s then that it comes to you, like a vision from That’s So Raven. You practically drop your water bottle, scrambling to your feet and stopping him. Your breath is heavy from fatigue and you’re slightly afraid of even suggesting this, but it’s exactly what this dance needs. It’s exactly what everyone wants to see from the two of you.

He pauses the music and gestures for you to get on with it. You push down the lump in your throat, scared of rejection. But maybe he was smart and he would agree that this is what you have to do. “What if we did a lift?”

You see the hesitation swirling in his eyes and you raise a finger before he can shut you down entirely. “Nothing crazy like… um— you know— Princess and the Pauper, but something smaller. Something… sexy? Like, Dancing with the Stars type beat.”

When he shrugs instead of outright dismissing your idea, you know you’ve won. He nods slowly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Okay, sure. But we better clean up everything else fast so we can perfect the lift.”

The two of you take another three hours running the entirety of the choreography, ingraining the moves into your brains and muscles. You still had a bit until the actual showcase, but your priority now lies with the lift. If you nailed it, the entire department would very well grovel after you in reparation for all of the slack you got after Kevin dropped you. Hell, the entire university would kiss your feet. This was your redemption. In more ways than one.

You both decide to call it a day at around 9:30 PM. Your hands reach for your belongings and then you halt yourself, a thought coming to mind. While you had him in this weird state of obedience, you figured it was as good a time as any to ask the question that’s been weighing on you for the past few years. Your fingers swipe away the sweat beading around your hairline.

”Kevin,” you start, voice a lot softer than before. “Why do you— what did I do to make you dislike me so much?”

He’s caught completely off guard, eyes widening in surprise. If he was anticipating you to say anything else prior to parting ways tonight, he didn’t think this would be it. He’s actually a little off put that you hadn’t asked him this already in the span of your definitely-one-sided rivalry. He takes a large gulp of water.

”I’d call it indifference, not dislike,” he corrects after a pregnant silence. “It’s really fucking stupid thinking about it in hindsight. I don’t know if you remember this time, way back in our first year, we ran into each other at the campus cafe— literally, might I add— and you spilled your coffee all over this white shirt of mine that Changmin had gotten for me as a birthday gift. I only recently found out that it wasn’t as expensive as he made it out to be.”

You blink at his admission, processing his words as thoroughly as possible. You don’t know what you wanted him to say. You weren’t even sure if there was a concrete reason for him to be so fucking mean to you all this time. And now that you know, you come to the conclusion that Kevin Moon isn’t as smart as you’ve painted him out to be in your head. He’s actually a gigantic idiot. Because who in their right mind goes through these lengths to form a distance between the only other person on par with their talent?

Before you can stop yourself, you’re bursting into another fit of laughter. Kevin falters at your reaction. He was waiting for you to blow up on him, to scream in his face for causing you so much pain and unnecessary drama over something so silly. So when you do none of that, when you start fucking laughing like a damn hyena, he feels dumb. Like his entire college career has been built off of nothing.

”This is so—“ you pause to gather your bearings, wiping away the tears that managed to escape. “We’ve spent so much time going back and forth over some spilled coffee? Surely you’ve realized how insane that is at some point.”

”It took a lengthy argument with Changmin, but yeah, I did,” he nods, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, finally getting your things together. The two of you bid each other an awkward goodbye. Neither of you knew what to make of your relationship now that things had been partially sorted through. There was a fuck ton of baggage that still had to be sifted, but at least you had an answer.

That was enough to push through this showcase performance. You think.

You’re nervous.

Never in your entire life have you ever been this nervous for a performance.

You grew up doing musical theatre and dancing, it’s always been the one constant presence you could rely on. But standing here, backstage at the showcase, you think you’re going to throw up. Your palms are clamming up uncontrollably and your chest feels unbearably heavy as you watch the quartet doing a contemporary piece to some ballad you couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of. There were still a couple groups before you.

Not even when you had to perform fuckass Princess and the Pauper were you this anxious. You wince, trying to stop the incessant bouncing of your leg. Your weight keeps shifting from one hip to the other. As a seasoned veteran, you don’t know why you feel this way. Maybe it had to do with all the pressure riding on this very dance. Every single eye in that crowd was going to scrutinize your every move on that stage.

“Calm down,” a voice whispers harshly from beside you. “You’re making me nervous.”

Kevin wraps his fingers around your wrist, stopping the annoying tap-tap-tap your own were doing against your thigh. He gives you a look, and you sigh. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

That’s a lie. Not only was the high expectations from the entire school getting to you, but so was the fear of history repeating itself. He knows this, it was inevitable. After what happened the last time he was tasked with lifting you, it was only natural.

”We’ve drilled this dance hundreds, if not thousands, of times, Y/N. We’ll do just fine.” Kevin assures you.

His hand feels foreign holding yours, like it was illegal for his skin to be touching your own. You feel your lower lip quiver, a sense of trepidation that you’ve never once felt creeping down your spine. Your mind was spiraling, and quite honestly, Kevin being so close was making it worse. All you could think about was him dropping you again, leaving you in the middle of the stage with a broken leg and a broken heart. You release a shaky breath and he turns to face you.

Your eyes widen and he searches your face for any disingenuity. When he finds his answer, he brings the hand that was holding yours up to cup your cheek. He’s cautious, afraid he might break you like he always does. He waits for you to shove him away and to yell at him for being a fucking coward.

You don’t. You stay still, hoping he follows through with what you think he’s about to do. And then he does.

It’s such a featherlight peck of his lips on your own, you almost don’t even register. But sparks shoot from the source all the way to the tips of your fingers. You feel as if you were dealt a static shock of electricity, your whole body buzzing from the small kiss alone.

He pulls away just in time for the stage manager to inform you that you’re next. Kevin rolls his neck jogging over to the wings to patiently await your performance like he hadn’t just kissed you a moment ago. You blink dumbly, two fingers coming up to touch where his lips had been. Sure the nerves were gone now, but the sensation of butterflies swarming about in your stomach easily replaced that. What the fuck was his problem?

“Our last performance is one I’m sure all of you have been waiting for. Kevin Moon and Y/N L/N with Partition!”

Before you know it, you and Kevin are in position, your body squared upstage and his to the crowd. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his arm wrapped around your waist and his steady breathing on your nose. The spotlight switches on, the heat of the lighting warm against the side of your face. It’s silent in the auditorium, but it rings in your ears. You could do this.

Let me hear you say ‘Hey Miss Carter’…

You move on reflex, muscle memory kicking in instantaneously. Each circle of your hips, every turn you make— a fouetté here, a pirouette there, a couple coupes, each roll of your body. But what really gets you is the long brushes of Kevin’s skin on your own. You’d practiced with distance between the two of you. There was a tension that had been there for years. Now it’s all coming to a rolling boil, a new uncharted tension that every single member in that audience could see.

And then comes the lift.

You, along with everybody in the auditorium, practically hold your breath when Kevin’s hands grip your hips. He raises you above him with all of his strength, completely focused on you and only you. You shut your eyes and feel the moment, like, really feel it. Your body is relaxed, the Dirty Dancing-esque lift bringing the whole performance together just like you knew it would. The only difference from the movie and real life is the fact that you’re flipped, your backside to Kevin and your chest to the ceiling.

Your eyes flutter open, the spotlight all but blinding you, and you finally feel content. Like everything has fallen into the right place for once in your life. Especially so when Kevin sets you down gently and you finish your dance with the utmost confidence.

The crowd erupts into a roaring chorus of applause, going as far as giving you a standing ovation. Holy shit. You pulled it off. You actually managed to pull it off.

Your face feels like it might split from how big your smile is. You and Kevin bow, walking off stage. You’re entirely too happy right now, a newfound energy overtaking you as you trail behind him.

“We did it!” You cheer as you follow him towards the dressing room where your things are. You’re the only ones left backstage, everyone else filtering out between performances. Kevin doesn’t give you much of a response, just a small nod of acknowledgment. Your smile falters. “What the hell is your problem?”

”Nothing, Y/N, fuck. Can you just mind your own fucking business?” He snaps, turning around to glare at you just as the door slams behind you. You instinctively flinch at both loud noises. His features soften but you take a step back from him.

You aren’t sure why you’re surprised. This isn’t anything new. Kevin has always made it crystal clear that he wasn’t your number one fan. Being neutral for your performance wasn’t enough to repair all the holes in whatever your relationship was, and you should’ve known better. You shouldn’t have let your guard down so easily. You should’ve expected this. Old dogs can never learn new tricks.

But Kevin’s scared. He’s afraid of letting you in after all the mess he’s put you through. The only thing he’s good at doing is hurting you, over and over like there was a prize that came out of it.

”Look…”

”No, you listen to me,” you swallow heavily, tears already tight lining your eyes. “Kevin, I have taken so much shit from you. Over these past few years I have just sat there and let you unload all your fucked up insecurities onto me. Have you ever wondered why? Have you ever thought to stop and think about why I let you be so mean to me without even questioning it?”

He says nothing, just stares with his lips parted. They open and close like a fish out of water, words there at the tip of his tongue but refusing to make their escape. And then one of your tears rolls down your cheeks and he’s directly in front you, his heart on his sleeve for the first time since you’ve met him.

”Why?” The simple question is so quiet, you almost don’t hear him. But his eyes hold so much hurt, so much anguish that you’ve never seen in a person before.

“I’ve had feelings for you for so long, it’s actually starting to ache. You’ve only ever seen me as this thing, this obstacle. And I’m afraid that that’s all I’ll ever be to you, because you won’t let me be anything else. You won’t—“

”That’s not true, Y/N,” Kevin sighs, looking off to the side, away from you. “I just— it’s complicated. It’s more than just being rivals.”

”So help me understand,” you frown. “Let me in, please.”

”My entire life I’ve had to work to get to where I am. I’ve fought tooth and nail to be as good of a performer as I am today. There were so many hoops I had to go through to even get into this program and— and I thought I’d finally become the best I could be. I thought that there was no way anyone could ever be better than me. And then you showed up. You and your pretty smile and your natural ability to be the best at everything you do. It was like you were the real life manifestation of all of my critics, of every challenge I faced to get here. Where I had to practice day and night to perfect something, it just came to you like second nature. During Princess and the Pauper, when I dropped you, it truly was an accident. But we’d spent so much time nailing it, that it— I just made myself feel better by saying it was your fault. ‘How could it have been my fault if I perfected it?’ I was jealous and petty and it was just easier to blame hating— to blame my indifference on you spilling coffee on my stupid shirt. For that, I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what you were waiting to hear, but it wasn’t that. Your tears turn into full on blubbering, because what the fuck? That’s so much burden for someone to carry on their shoulders for three years.

“Why are you— why are you crying?” He flounders, reaching up to swipe away your tears.

“I wish I knew… I wish I could’ve helped you somehow,” you sniffle. “Kev, I’ve always admired you and your work ethic. I hoped one day I’d be half as disciplined as you, half as determined.”

He blinks. You’re both dumb, aren’t you? Too focused on the wrong things. You both could’ve been a lot less hateful, a lot less miserable, had you just spoken your differences out. This entire rivalry has been completely one sided, but also built off of plain stupidity and ignorance. He supposes it’s not too late to make amends if you aren’t running in the opposite direction despite everything he’s put you through.

Kevin leans forward, hand still pressed to your cheek, and connects your lips softly. He’s testing the waters, making sure you’re comfortable before he continues anything. When you don’t back away just yet, he adds more force, deepening the kiss like a man starved. You whine against his lips.

This is what you’ve been wanting from him. More than what he gave you before your performance, but not what happened in the studio a few weeks ago. This desperation isn’t abashed lust, it’s unbridled affection— it’s everything he’s holed inside of himself for years, unwilling to let it see the light of day until now. If you were to label anything as perfection, it wouldn’t be a dance or a moment on stage, it would be this. Just you and Kevin finally bringing yourselves together in the most intimately emotional union.

He pulls you closer to him, hands sliding down to grasp at your waist, bunching up the thin fabric of your leotard. You can’t help but bury your fingers in his hair, tugging when he nips at your lower lip. A gasp permeates the air when his mouth travels south, along your jaw and down the side of your neck. He bites and sucks the tender skin at the base of your throat, ensuring he leaves his mark on you. This time isn’t careless, this time he has purpose. He wants everybody to know that you’re his, that you’re the only person insane enough to put up with him.

Your breathing is shaky when you reach behind you to lock the dressing room, dragging him over to the long vanity adjacent to you. He slots between your legs when you hoist yourself onto the surface. He pecks your lips and pauses his movements, rubbing up and down your thighs. In the dim, yellow lighting of the room, you look so gorgeous. He’s always thought you were beautiful, the most stunning thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, but he’s repressed it for so long. He wants to take his time staring at what he’s avoided.

”You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, kissing you again and again and again. “I don’t think I can last long with you.”

“Can we skip the foreplay?” You ask, bottom lip jutted into a pout. “Need you to just fuck me like you mean it.”

Kevin’s forehead falls to your shoulder with a groan. “I don’t deserve you,” God, he’s such an idiot for holding out from this. You should’ve been given the world and so much more. He has a lot of lost time to make up for. He kisses your shoulder with a sigh. “Yeah, baby, I can do that.”

You don’t waste another second, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your leotard. He has to bite down on his tongue when he sees that you’re braless, fingers going slack as they unbutton the rest of his silk shirt. You shimmy out of the one piece, left in nothing but the fishnet stockings you wore underneath and your lacy panties. Kevin thinks he must’ve done at least something right in a past life to experience this.

Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him, undoing his slacks and kicking them down his legs with your feet. Something takes over him when he rips a bigger hole in your stockings, pushing your underwear to the side. His thumb glides through your folds with ease, your slick providing enough lubricant. He pushes your lower lips apart while you busy yourself shoving his underwear to his ankles.

His cock slips inside of you with less friction than he would’ve thought, but he doesn’t complain, screwing his eyes shut as he acclimates to the feeling of your walls surrounding him. You moan, such a soft sound that he nearly loses his balance.

“You feel so good, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your hips as he rocks his own. “You’re so so perfect.”

The praise is too much for you, given the circumstances. Your brain is already cloudy, stuffed with what could only be described as cotton. You watch with half lidded eyes as he begins to piston into you at a faster speed. This all feels like a fever dream, something that was only possible in your craziest fantasies. Even then, it seemed unlikely.

“‘M close, Kev,” you whine, unable to stay still and attempting to match his thrusts.

“Already? We’ve only just started, gorgeous.” He laughs, but it’s breathy, strained from the exertion of his body. You hardly have the strength in you to be embarrassed about it, especially since he’s seen you in much worse situations.

You nod frantically, snaking a hand between you to circle your clit with nimble fingers. Kevin halts you and pulls out momentarily, sliding his cock between your folds like it was your hand. The tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly, making you dizzier than you already were.

He presses back into you with ease, resuming his sloppy but animalistic pace. He uses his thumb to continue your handywork, your cunt fluttering around him needily. You’re both losing your sanity quickly, both going batshit insane over the bare minimum. You’ve just needed this for so long, yearned for this moment for a humiliating amount of time.

Your moans start to rise in pitch and he groans. “Fuck, baby, you can cum for me.”

He could cry, he thinks, when your back arches and your legs shake with your orgasm. It hits you like a freight train, triggering his own release just as fast.

You stay like that for a bit, regaining yourselves and comprehending everything that’s just happened. So much for the whole hating each other narrative.

“What does this mean for us?” You suddenly ask, arms hooked around Kevin’s neck. You’re still connected by your lower halves, but he makes no effort to pull away. Part of you likes it that way, it gives you hope that this isn’t a one time affair.

“It’ll be hard for things to change overnight,” he says, massaging your sides. “We have a lot of unresolved issues and insecurities that we still have to push past. But I’m willing to do that with you. I want to take a chance on us.”

Your lips pull into a smile, an expression you don’t think you’ve worn around him genuinely in the years you’ve known him. “I do, too.”

“It’s kind of ironic that it was a performance that tore us apart and brought us back together, don’t you think?” He laughs.

“And we fucked in the dressing room…” You add, glancing to the top corner where a security camera is stationed.

“Maybe we should get out of here before someone checks the footage,” he suggests. “Tau Beta Zeta is conveniently hosting our end of semester party tonight, do you wanna be my plus one?”

“I would be honored.” You grin, pecking his lips tenderly.

Perhaps happy endings existed after all.

#deoboyznet #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz kevin #tbz kevin #kevin moon x reader #kevin moon smut #kevin x reader #kevin smut #moon hyungseo #blackoutorbackout🍻#juyeonszn

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thequietkid-moonie · 6 months ago

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Asking for kafka angst where she argued with fem reader and when she decided to apologize , fem reader died during a mission🫰🫰😝😝😝🥰🥰🥰 (pls)

Losing you after an argument

[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Kafka ]

[ Honkai Star Rail ]

Thanks you so much for requesting, I loved your idea since the moment I saw it in the ask box! Although, please remember that i only write for gender neutral reader, I want everyone to feel included and fem reader makes me uncomfortable

I tried to wrote it quite neutral since you didn't specified what kind of relasionship they should have (although I think it is more romantic than anything)

Kafka's unability to feel fear at all and her extremely good and even letal skills lead her to be overlyconfident sometimes, she has blind trust on Elio so if the scrip says that everything will be alright she has no reasons to be nervous. She can be so confident in her skills and Elio that she even take the freedom to do as she please in the blank part of the scrip, going around to admire around or even kill everyone at her path, enjoying her time

However, even when Kafka have done a lot of missions and have faced a lot of dangers already that doesn't mean you can't not be worried about her, fearing for her life the way she can't, and even when Kafka find it quite endearing she most of the time don't take seriously your worry, she knows where it comes from, she love you just as much as you love her, you two are friends and family! you are her partner in crimen and the one she wants to be with for the rest of her life, although she just can't stop herself from smiling and teasing you whenever she feels like you are exaggerating

After one of those particulary dangerous missions you couldn't help but be mad at Kafka for being reckless, getting in unesessary fights just because of fun because the scrip didn't say anything about it, and even when you completely believe and are loyal to Elio, just like any other sellaron hunter, you can't just not be worried about someone you care so much about

It all started because you call her out by her behaivor, asking her to please be more careful next time, wich lead her to tease you and, again, not take you too serious, however this time it was diferent, you were more worried than other times and just end up snapping for her attitude leading the conversation to quickly scale to a more heavy argument about her being too reckless and you being too overdramatic, stopping just when you two noticed that this wont lead to anywhere and it was better to take time to calm down

But even after some time Kafka was still acting prideful and teasing, refusing to speak to you again unless it was to heard your apology, leading you to be stubborn too

Or at least that was until you were called for Elio to give you the scrip of your next mission, noticing that at the end of the scrip was descibed your inevitable end, maybe this was what you asked Elio in the first place, or it was thanks to that you finally had what he had promised you, in any case it wasn't a surprise nor something sad

Before going away for you mission you made sure to say bye to everyone, giving small hints of how you wont come back. The last one was Kafka, you wanted to explain the situation to her to be able to make peace with her before the end but she was still playfuly acting prideful, saying that she wont hear anything aside from an apology, and still she was there to wish you luck on your mission, saying that she will be waiting for you to come back with that apology and maybe a souvenier, something already common, but in this case you were leaving without having the courage to mention the end of the script properly and just saying a melancholic bye

Even when Kafka knew something was off with you she decided to dont pry since you had to already go to your mission, still the bad feeling didn't left her alone, no matter what she did she just find herself wishing for you come back safe and sound

However, you didn't came back, it was on your scrip that you would die during the mision and you know Elio's predictions never fails, so a moment before going to the last scene of your scrip you decided to send Kafka some messages, saying the goodbye you couldn't say before, you knew that despite everything Kafka can be pretty emotional and really caring, so you decided to dedicate your last words to her, to express how much you have loved and cared for her, talking about good and bads, and, at last, giving her a farewell, wishing her luck in her next missions

A voice message was your last gift from Kafka, jokingly giving her the apology she was waiting for along with your best wishes, explaining that you knew she was going to be sad so you decided to give her something to never forget your voice, your last words were words of love for her so she could never forget how much she meant for you, and it was that excate last message what leave Kafka both heartbroken and comforted at the same time

She knows you didn't died with sadness or regret, you have being waiting for this before becoming a Stellaron Hunter after all, and she won't blame Elio neither, he is not the culprit, she understand that it was needed for his plans, but at the end she feels remorse and regret towards herself, you had say you goodbye but not her, she has some much that she wants to tell you but you will never be a le to hear it

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #kafka #kafka x reader #x reader #x gn reader #video game x reader

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velvetvexations · 22 days ago

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Really love how every time I argue with people on here about how actually trans men do not generally have it meaningfully better than trans women, people avoid actually explaining their points or providing sources and start calling me a little boy. Very fun. Love that. It's so fun to be insulted for asking asking people to explain their point

No one can actually explain that.

rhea ripley is so hot. and for what

for me to be all Weird Trans Woman about her

Honestly as an non binary person, I feel more and more pushed out of the community with the serious adherence to the binary. "if you Id as this you MUST be this thing, you're you're a liar and a faker and you're hurting other trans people" that, and the denial of trans men's oppression. It's just cruel and bitter, and seeing other trans people go down this path is pretty disheartening

it's so depressing

Well, you see, it's not like saying they're transitioning from black to white, because OBVIOUSLY, just like race, your soulgender is immediately apparent to everyone as soon as you plop out the womb

lmao so true

(also I've heard soulgender is a Black thing and it should be spelled with like, a space or a hyphen? so I'm probably gonna do that from now on)

"Trans men are the White People of the trans community" Oh okay so yeah this is just "Ace people are the White People of the Queer Community" all over again huh Begging other whities to stop comparing race and gender like this, makes you look stupid as fuck

pls

Fascinated to know if the "All trans women are nonbinary" crowd also believe all trans men are nonbinary

you'd think so the way they insist trans men cling to being AFAB lmao

Went to check /-/'s blog and she's reblogging pro Chat-GPT and anti-copyright posts now

I'm tapping the sign.

as a nonbinary thing i feel like so much tma/tme shit just completely fucking forgets us like im not „occasionally mistaken as a trans woman” its a fucking coin flip!!!!!!!! my „AGAB” doesbt matter 2 ppl outside the the internet!!!!! all that matters is no matter what i wear no one wants me i their bathroom!!!!!

people don't even just hate you for when they mistake you for a trans woman anon they hate non-binary people AFAB too

i kinda feel like the discourse is becoming more mainstream now. im seeing a lot of trans bloggers who dont post much about trans issues making posts about it (usually along the lines of "can we be normal about trans guys please" which is nice)

good maybe the backlash will finally kick in

Idk if this is me generalizing but I’ve started noticing that headcanons of canonically male characters as trans women that get traction are usually skinny and have trauma or coded with anxiety or depression. Like idk if that means literally anything but just a weird observation I had

a lotta people on here literally define being a woman as when bad things happen to you lmao

I was looking at the Patricia Taxxon stuff (funny enough, did actually see you @ ed in deleted replies) and I saw the sentence “However, being discriminated on the basis of being perceived as a manly woman is just an adverse effect of transmisogyny directed towards trans men.” Which. Hey now. What about butch women. Like how does that not uniquely apply to cis butch lesbians, even if we ignore trans men entirely.

MAINSTREAM SOCIETY LOVES TOMBOYS

Man. It really sucks when a popular-ish figure you look up to turns out to be transandrophobic. Should have seen it coming ig. She was intersexist too, and those often go hand in hand.

well I mean it sounds like you shouldn't have looked up to her already lmao

IIRC from old drama, Patricia Taxxon also thinks toxic masculinity isn't a real thing that can harm men because it's just splash damage from misogyny and they should get over it, lol, so I'm not surprised if she's turned out to be weird about trans men

lmao literally just that radfem-libfem feminism-is-for-women comic huh

Tragic: local man forced to actually read Serano's writing for the theory he's trying to make even though the way she talks about transmasculinity and female gender nonconformity gives him a headache

#transandro phobia #exor sexism #discourse

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akutasoda · 1 year ago

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i loveddd that enemies troupe with chuuya fic!!

so, can i ask for the one bed troupe with chuuya? if you don’t what it is, it’s pretty much where two people have to share one singular bed due to some random reason. anywayssss, same enemies troupe pls hehe also they fight for who sleeps on the floor but they decide to just put pillows in between themselves.

BUT reader tends to grab, hug, and sleep on anything and everything she can get her hands on whilst asleep. (pillows, sheets, CHUUYA😻😻, and so.)

and

THEY WAKE UP IN EACHOTHERS ARMS BUT CHUUYA WAKES UP FIRST

the wall between us

synopsis - after being sent on a long mission with your enemy, you find out the room you're staying in has one bed

includes - chuuya

warnings - fem!reader(but not really specified), fluff, enemies to lovers, wc - 485

a/n: i'm so happy that you enjoyed! i kind if imagined it as sort of a prequel to that do i hope you dont mind

if there was one person you didn't wabt to be paired up with for a long distance mission was chuuya. literally anyone else seemed like a better choice. but you weren't really willing to argue with mori and decided just to get it over and done with.

you didn't understand what was so dangerous that it required two executives. and what made it even worse was that it was out of yokohama so you and chuuya would be gone for a too long for your liking. and it also meant finding accommodation near the area which according to mori had already been arranged.

so eventually reaching the accommodation you went ahead and went to your room before chuuya could even figure out where to go. you had assumed that you both had separate rooms seeing as when you entered your room there was only one bed and the fact that it would be the obvious option.

but unfortunately not too long after you had got into your room, chuuya appeared in the doorway and in which chaos ensued. you two started bickering like children about getting out of each other's room before realisation started to dawn. so before you two ended up actually probably destroying the room chuuya had phoned back in.

before looking at you with the most annoyed/shocked face you wished you could take a picture of. and that's when you two found out. you had to share a room. a room with one bed. with no other rooms available.

'you can sleep on the floor' that was the first thing he told you before barging past you and looking around the room. 'excuse me? i think you should sleep on the floor i got here first' you snarked. and yet again you two got into another argument.

eventually, due to it getting late, you two had simply decided to use the spare pillows to build a makeshift wall along the middle of the bed. and left it at that to get ready for bed.

what you hadn't told him was that you often in your sleep grabbed and higged whatever you could find. normally you had extra pillows (or plushies) to grab for that reason. but you just hoped that you wouldn't reach for him. that was part of the reason that you suggested the pillow wall.

but unbeknownst to either of you, during the night you had found yourself looking for something to grab on too. and as if it were a cruel prank the pillow wall had been broken by fidgeting and movement so instead you arms wrapped around him. enticed by the warmth you nuzzled even closer. and eventually chuuya had too been enticed by the warmth and cuddled into you.

chuuya had woken up first and immediately had the reddest face. in the morning the only thing exchanged were sarcastic comments and heavily red faces and very few looks. you both swore to never speak of that again.

#x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #bsd fluff #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya x fem!reader

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risingsoleil · 3 months ago

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Ovulating Lin being a menace to society (Tenzin)

Since I need a tiny break from writing the next Fall Before We Rise chapter 🫶🏻

Coffee shop AU Linzin

Her texts wouldn't stop.

I need you to fuck me rn

i need your dick inside me

The problem was that he was still on his shift at the coffee shop.

Next text wasn't words, but a photo.

Tenzin hid in the corner to open his phone and blood instantly rushed to his groin. Damn it, Lin. It was a selfie of her wearing his shirt on, lifting it to reveal her perfect boobs. She grabbed her breast in the selfie.

His phone vibrated again and he saw the next photo.

It was almost the same one, except his shirt was gone and her hand was now inside her panties.

i dont want you to use a rubber

i need to ride you so badly

Tenzin gulped and typed back.

Babe im at work pls

Another photo of her on his bed. Naked.

Tenzin slid his phone in his pocket and tapped Sokka.

"Hey, um, I need to go home right now. Something came up."

Sokka cleaned the cup in his hand. "Everything okay?"

"Uh, I have to check something at my apartment. I don't know if I'll be back, but I'll text you."

"Okay. I hope everything's ok."

Tenzin bolted. "Thanks!"

He called an Uber to get him to his place as quickly as possible. His girlfriend was goign to be the death of him. Never once has he skipped out of anything for fun! Not a class or a work shift, unless it was a real emergency.

Well, technically Lin said she needed him. But still! He never lived his life following his dick.

Lin practically pounced on him as soon as he walked through the door. Her naked body pulled and lured him to his couch, lips crashing against him and keeping him submissive. Lin pushed him back and mounted him, pressing kisses down his neck.

"You took so long..." she murmured, sucking at his pulse.

"I was at work," he groaned into her.

Lin wasted no time tugging his shirt off and sliding back enough to undo his belt. She forced his pants down, one palm pressing against his erection and the other hand ensuring that pants pooled at his ankles. Next was his underwear and his cock sprang out.

Lin gripped it tightly, stroking and lowering her mouth onto him. Tenzin hissed, thrusting into her as she coated his entire length with her spit. Her head bobbed up and down, the head of him gently pushing into her throat. As she worked him, LIn could feel him growing harder and larger in her mouth and she continued until she was satisfied.

She aligned herself above him, but Tenzin squeezed her hips.

"Wait...we need a condom..."

Her nails dug into his shoulder and she curled into him, kissing him. "I don't want one," she whispered. His dick brushed against her ass while she traced her tongue on the back of Tenzin's teeth. "It feels good without it..."

"B-but then I have to pull out..."

Lin moaned. "What if I want you to breed me?"

Tenzin's mind blanked.

"Y-you want me to-to-"

"Mhm." Lin raised herself slightly, so that his dick now nestled between their bodies and brushed against her folds. "I want you to make me feel good..." her teeth grazed his lips. "Please, pretty please, Tenzin..."

Who was he to argue against her?

It sounded like such a great idea, and he would do anything Lin asked.

So he allowed her to sink on to him and both of their eyes rolled to the back of their heads at the much needed union.

Holy fuck.

This is million times better than fucking with a condom.

No wonder people procreated so many times in ancient days. Skin to skin union could not be replaced in a bubble of pleasure.

Tenzin squeezed her ass and Lin began the rhythm, grinding and bouncing up and down. Her breasts pressed into him and Tenzin savored the softness of them. He met her movement, pounding into her as she descended. Each thrust pushed him deeper in her soaking depths and just a bit closer to heaven.

Eventually, he took control and held her in place, pounding into her hard. Lin's nails dug into his shoulders and her moans switched into guttural groans. She arched her spine as the speed and intensity stroked her G-spot.

"Don't stop! Just like that!" she cried out, her inner walls clenching.

His thighs began to burn, but Tenzin bit down and just endured it until he felt the familiar quivering around his cock. Warmth and more of wetness dripped out of Lin, creating more slickness.

Tenzin grunted, almost holding his breath. "Lin, I'm going to breed you."

Her tongue licked up his neck and she nibbled his earlobe. "Breed me."

That was the last thing he heard as his thrusts sped up and he pushed Lin down on him as he groaned. Stars danced in his vision as his body stiffened and his orgasm pooled inside of Lin. The first thing he felt after having the hottest orgasm of the month was her soft lips on his hot skin.

Lin trailed blessings on his cheeks and inched closer and closer to his lips. Tenzin sank into the couch, pulling her weight with him as their need melted.

"So hot..." she whispered, wiggling into him.

"So naughty," he replied, voice barely audible. Tenzin stroked her back.

"I can't help it."

he chuckled, closing his eyes. 'Yes, you can. And you say I'm needy."

"Don't work tomorrow and just stay with me after class."

"I need that money, Lin."

"Hmph. Then tonight."

"Again?!"

Lin kissed him. "In 15 minutes."

"What?"

"Without a rubber again."

"Liiiiiiiiiiin."

"I need to be fucked properly for the rest of the week."

"You're going to be the death of me for real."

#linzin #lin beifong #tenzin #coffee shop au #tlok #nsft

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mythicalage · 4 months ago

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Maybe This Was All A Mistake - HKS

synopsis: things aren't looking so good in your relationship after 3 years of being with your bf

characters: bf!shota x fem!reader

a/n: i've never published anything on tumblr so pls bear w me as i try to figure things out 😞 also dont know when to add warnings and stuff (non-idol au btw)

everything was totally fine for the past 3 years. perfect even. so why was there so much tension between you and shota?

well you knew why; the constant arguing over stupid shit which would then snowball into bigger things. usually you guys were so good at dealing with arguments and would end with a mutual understanding.

it's gotten to the point where you're tired of shota's mixed signals. he'd distance himself from you, get angry whenever you wanted attention so when you returned the favor, suddenly he'd turn into a clingy bf.

after 5 months of ranting about the issue to your friends, they were completely over it. reasonably so. they'd always give advice and voice their opinions but you never listened.

"break up with him"

"i dont think i can give up 3 years this easily. he's been better recently."

"yeah and then hes gonna go back to being an asshole"

"we don't know that. maybe its just those situations where we have a few struggles in the relationship and everything will be better again."

"girl— oh my gosh."

maybe you were actually stupid to believe that. nothing changed. it was the same never-ending cycle. did you actually waste 3 entire years on him? 1,239 days if you want to get specific. was the time actually wasted if you were happy with him for the first two years? did the love just wear off?

you both had gone out to downtown, walking around and stopping at a cafe where you two had your first date together. you guys came here pretty often, usually happy, but today was just rather sad. shota only scrolled on his phone as you both were sat right by the large window, waiting for your drinks.

you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek as your chest began to feel heavy. you watched soul mindlessly scroll on his phone, occasionally texting. he still had the polaroid picture of you behind his phone case but you wondered why he even bothered keeping it there. or maybe he simply didn't care enough to take it out.

"order for an iced matcha latte and an iced americano!" the worker placed the two drinks over the counter to which shota looked over and then glanced at you.

"i'll get it." you pushed your chair back and went over to grab the drinks. "thank you," you forced a smile at the worker and received a nod.

you don't really know why you ordered the most basic, kind of disgusting, drink ever. you weren't in the mood to drink or eat anything. as you sat back down, you slid the green latte over to shota and he finally placed his phone down, taking the drink into his hands. "thanks."

"its been a while since we've last been here," your voice was soft but had little to no emotion to it.

"yeah, it has been." shota took a sip of his drink before moving the cup in his hand in a circular motion, probably to mix everything.

it was depressing to see him this way. he was normally very silly, making random noises or rambling on and on about things he's into. it'd be an understatement to say you missed it. maybe it's too late to get that version of haku shota back. maybe you're just not the person who can bring it out of him anymore.

you didn't realize tears had brimmed your eyes until you felt the huge lump in your throat. you shouldn't cry. not in front of him at least and definitely not in public.

shota looked up at you from his drink. he stayed quiet for a moment before finally speaking. "you okay?" he reached for your hand and interlaced your fingers together. part of you wanted to snatch your hand away but the other part wanted to feel the warmth of his hand for as long as you could — before you commit to your decision of breaking away from him.

"shota," you choked on your voice, biting your bottom lip afterwards as tears begin to finally slip down your cheeks. you looked at his face before looking down at your hands, "lets.. break up."

although you didn't see it, shota's face dropped, his mouth slightly gaped. "you.. want to break up...?" his grip on your hand loosened but he didn't let go completely.

you only nodded to his response, biting your lip to prevent any sobs from becoming audible, simultaneously trying to stop the tears to no avail.

"baby, what? why? please, let's just talk about this." shota pleaded quietly but loud enough for you to hear.

you looked back up, your eye makeup slightly ruined by the tears. you sniffled as you took your hand away from his, "shota, you know why." you fought to not let your voice crack, carefully dabbing the tears off your cheeks and from underneath your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

"no, i don't know why. sure we have these small moments where we're upset but that's normal. we always go back to how it used to be, do we not?" he leans over the table and cups your cheek with his hand, his sad eyes looking into your teary ones.

you think about it. maybe he is right. you might've been thinking a little irrationally.

no. this can't happen again.

you shake your head, pushing his hand away from your face and you get up from your chair. "no shota. i'm tired of feeling this way. you give me attention when you feel like you're losing me but after a while, you go back to being a dickhead." you frown, taking your drink into your hand.

he gets up as well but leaves his drink on the table. at this point a few people are staring but it doesn't matter. "please y/n. don't leave me. we can fix this."

"there's no 'we' anymore, shota. i'm sorry." you drop your head.

shota only stays quiet. he grabs his drink and tosses it into the nearby trashcan and does the same to the cup in your hand. he knows you don't even like americanos.

when you guys came in not too long ago and ordered the drinks, he was confused as to why you had bought it. it doesn't matter anyway.

he swallows the lump that had now formed in his throat, taking a deep breath before talking.

"can i at least hug you for one last time?"

your heart shatters. you look into his eyes with blurry vision due to the tears and you wrap your arms around his body.

his face meets the top of your head as his arms hug your waist, rocking both of your bodies side to side as you silently sob into his chest.

"i'm sorry i couldn't be a better boyfriend to you."

after the hug you couldn't get yourself to say goodbye to him. you simply let go and walked outside and got yourself an uber.

this is going to be a bitch to get over.

a/n: definitely not my best work but i somewhat tried whidkwkd if this is total shit lmk 😭😭 wattpad-esque ahh story omg

#p1harmony #soul x reader #shota x reader #p1harmony fanfic #p1h soul #haku shota #piwon #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony scenarios #p1h x reader #p1h imagines #piwon imagines #p1harmony drabbles

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divinelolita · 1 year ago

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HEY HEY HEY LOVERRRR5🥰🥰🥰

dawg these r one of the worst ideas ive ever had but wtvvvv

IMMA ORDER UHHHH MILKSGAKE AND FRIES ALONG WITH 20 PIECE CHICKEN NUGGETS(full band separate headcannons😋) who got a bf and he's not a model singer or anything bro and it gets out in the public but thing is the band doesn't necessarily care cuz half of the fandom was wayyy nicer back then(check the comments of bill being accused of liking men they were so supportive) but reader is freakin out cuz of the backlash the band is getting again which is barely any people

ok so reader is prolly pacing around in his room and what he's fr doing is practicing the break up out loud and spoiler alert a member walks in and only hears the part '(insert band member) we need to break up' and they're jus mad confused and hurt and reader is making up lies on why he wants to break up when the only reason is because he doesn't want them to fail as a band bro loves them too much

OH u can choose if the ending is good or bad(pls dont make me cry too much)

BAND X READER : BREAKING UP

hiii 😻 im so tired oml

BILL:

・He needed to ask you a favour.

・Most likely having to due with washing the hairspray out of his hair for him, since he was too lazy to do it himself

・He heard muffled voices comin from your room. He didn't want to eavesdrop but from what he could make out you sounded..worried or scared.

・Walks in your room, opening the door slowly so it doesn't creak.

・He watched you pace back and forth, your head in your hands. He stayed silent for a second, listening to you more carefully. Only to hear..

".. I'm sorry but..we need to break up, Bill."

・Oh. Oh.

・Stays silent for a minute before he shuffles on his foot, the sound of his shoe hitting th floor making you turn around with a small gasp.

"Bill! I thought you were out with-"

"M/N..what the hell were you saying?"

・Through sniffs and shaky breaths you'd explain how you just didn't want his career to be fucked, how you just wanted him to be safe

・He's arguing through tears, pointing out how truthfully nobody cares ever since it has gotten out you two were dating.

・He'd cry and sob and he would keep telling you that he loved you too much to let you go, how even if it messed up his career he'd always pick you.

・But..he was so disappointed you went to break up with him instead of talking it out.

"If you really want to break up them I guess.."

"Bill please I-"

"No. Stop."

・Walking out of the room holding back sobs and cries, running to the bathroom when he feels like he's gonna throw up.

TOM:

・He was actually going to tell you something too!

・What? Did you forget it was your guy's one year anniversary?

yess im doing tha idc if its dumb

・Wanted to ask you about your favorite restaurants so he could pinpoint a location.

・Only thing best for M/N, right?

・Anyways, walking towards your room he can't help but keep the grin off his face. He's already prepared a gift for you downstairs.

・He's hearing muffled noises from your room, so he thinks at first your just calling a friend. Cool, thats fine-

"Tom this just...isn’t working anymore."

・He stops mid step, grin fading off his face as his heart stops.

・He doesn't know how to feel.

・He feels sad and nauseous and angry all over, his body trembling a he gets overwhelmed with emotions

・Tales a second before barging in, watching you stop pacing an look at him with big eyes.

".. What?"

・He can hardly choke out, feeling a if his legs will give out on him. He feels like he's gonna fall and crash on the floor, curling up in a ball as he sobs

・He can't make out anything you're saying, only half listening to your continuous 'sorries' and pleas for him to just hear you out and listen.

"But Tom, all of the backlash and.. -"

"WHAT fucking backlash?!"

・He's mad mad. Can hardly look at you as tears well in his eyes. He can hardly make out your own face, you're all blurry in his vision.

・Storms out of your room, slamming the door and ignoring you when you scream and beg for him to come back

・He doesn't, and probably never will.

GEORG:

・He was bored, so tired of just sitting around the house all day!

・Wanted to bring you down to the lake, maybe have a picnic and listen to music...yeah that seemed nice. He knew you loved this lake, you'd always talk about it everytime you drove past it.

・Walking to your room, nearly skipping as he was going to tell you to put your boots on and get changed. It's been quite a long time since you have been out of the house yourself.

・You, on the other hand, weren't looking forward to hanging out with him right now. You weren't sure why you were so caught up about the fact dating him got out, nobody really cared.

・He was too giddy to knock, instead he strolled right on in with a big smile on his face. You were turned away, walking back and forth in your room as you muttered to yourself, although he could only make out a few words.

"..I can't do this with you anymore, Georg.."

・His heart drops at the same time his smile did, he feels like he's frozen in place. He can't move his legs, hands, nothing.

・Watching as you would look up at him as you stopped your steps, eyes tinted a shade of pink as your jaw was slightly dropped, neither of you being able to form words.

・Only takes a few seconds for your rambling to start, telling him your sorry and trying to make up an excuse.

"I..i was just practicing this thing for school about breaking up and-"

"That's such goddamn bullshit!"

・Can't look at you, hands giving to cover his face as his breathing is ragged. He'd stay quiet as you spoke, not absorbing anything.

・Doesn't bother to argue or intervene, just listening to your dumb excuses and desperate apologies that didn't mean anything to him anymore.

・Although if you mentioned something about your relationship being outed, he'd be furious. Doesn't quite show, he doesn't yell, but he's fuming.

・Truly doesn't get why you don't understand how much he loves you. So what if a few people dislike this? You were his boyfriend and you mattered to him so much..

・Well- you were his ex boyfriend now.

"If you wanted to break up you could've just said so! How long have you been feeling like this?"

・He's hurt and distraught and sad all at the same time, he's unable to process all of this.

・He doesn't actually say "We're breaking up" but it's so damn implied it felt like he was screaming it at you in the back of your head.

・Can't bother to look at that dammed lake anymore, taking another route if his original went past it.

GUSTAV:

・He wanted to watch your favorite movie with you today!

・He knew you have been stressed recently, although he didn't quite know why. He just wanted to be there for you and help you get through this.

・You didn't want him to help you at all though, huh?

・You've wanted to break it to him for the past couple weeks that you needed to seeperate from each other, but it was hard considering that's not what you truly wanted.

・Although you gained so much positive feedback when your relationship got outed, those snarky,rude comments were getting to you.

・Anyways...Gustav had already gotten the popcorn ready, along with some of your favorite candy. Skittles, chocolate, starbursts..

・He had set up everything perfectly in the living room, making sure it was all neat and gorgeous. He couldn't wait to see your eyes sparkle with joy!

・Walking to your room, whistling quietly under his breath. Slowly opening your door. You were faced away from him, which gave him the perfect opportunity to scream "SURPRISE" if he wanted to!

・Yet he wanted to wait, he could hear your voice tremble as yo whispered to yourself. He could make out hardly anything, but a few words stood out to him

"Gustav..we should break up."

・He felt like he'd been hit with a brick. His heart beat sped up and he wanted to vomit.

・You turned, feeling like something was watching you. You were right. There stood Gustav, frozen in place as he started at you with glossy eyes

・Tears pooled in his eyes. He felt as if all the moisture in his mouth suddenly disappeared and he found it hard to swallow. It was like there was a rock lodged in his throat.

"Gustav, I didnt-"

"..you didn't?"

・His voice was barley above a whisper and he had to hold back sobs. He couldn't stand properly, leaning against the bedroom door for security.

・He didn't know what he did wrong! Why didn't you love him..why did you want to leave him..did he do something?

・Listening to you make up lies, he wanted to believe them. He wanted to think he heard you wrong and that you meant something totally different.

・But no matter how hardvhe tried to ignore it, there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that the things you were spewing were bullshit.

・His body trembled as he hit back another sob as you went in to tell him that you just wanted his career to be safe and easy, for there to be no backlash or hate.

"Please, M/N. Just..stop."

・Doesn't say anything as he staggers out the room, tears streaming down his cheeks. He ignores your pleas of forgiveness and sobs to listen to you. He had already listened to you and you had lied again and again.

・Can't sleep for days, thinks that you lied about wanting his career to be okay and really he had done something wrong.

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inniessick · 2 years ago

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You Promised To Protect Me, After All. / Yang Jeongin

Parings: nonidol!yang jeongin x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Fic Warnings: this is complete and utter filth. refer to series warnings, its literally just smut on smut on smut, i'm disgusting.

Series Warnings: angst, dark content, smut, fluff??, yandere themes (stalking, narcissistic behavior, mental manipulation, overprotective/possessive, deceptive, lying, killing people and talk of killing people, physical violence <not to reader>, unhinged!innie), general violence warning <no physical abuse towards reader>, talk of past abusive relationship (insinuated, not in depth, literally like one line), kissing????, degradation (sexual/not sexual), dominant innie (sexual/not sexual if that makes sense), dom/sub dynamics, very lowkey perv!innie, manhandling, cussing, names (bitch, whore, slut, cumdump <argue w the wall>, baby, babe, princess, my love/love/lovey, sweetheart, darling, babygirl, pretty/ innie, jeonginnie, jeong, sir), size kink, fingering, oral (f/m), cumplay??, hickeys/lovebites, consensual even if not outright stated, choking, begging, hair pulling, spitplay, face fucking, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, spanking, tummy bulge..., cervix kissing, mayhaps breeding kink idk, dumbification, unprotected sex (pls dont do this), let me know if missed anything or used a confusing term!

likes reblogs and feedback are appreciated ♡

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

BY CLICKING READ MORE YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING DARK CONTENT, SMUT, ANGST AND/OR ALL WARNING LISTED ABOVE

Part one / Part two / Part three < coming soon...

you are reading part two of the series...

"Your lips are really soft..." "So are yours." "I like how it feels." Looking up at him, you never wanted to stop kissing him, it was euphoric. Like you needed to feel him. "I like you." "You make me feel safe." "You'll always be safe with me." "Promise?" "Swear, I'll do anything to keep you safe." You leaned up, begging for him to kiss you one more time, longer, passionately. You wanted to be his.

This kiss was exactly that, it was passionate, sloppy, warm. You could feel it all over your body, sparking each cell. "We should stop.." He mumbled into this kiss, you pulled away. "Are.. you not comfortable?" He cupped the sides of your face, "That's not it, baby. I am comfortable, I dont wanna get carried away." "Would that be such a bad thing, Innie?" You looked up him again, tugging oh so gently at the sweater he had on. "Lovey.." He grabbed your hand, holding it just tight enough to stop your movement, "I dont want to move too quickly, I want you to really understand that I care about you."

Alright, he was bullshitting you just a bit. Genuinely, he hadn't wanted to move too fast, he really really did want to build a relationship, that much is the truth. But he's also really not above getting his dick wet. He knew he needed to break you just a bit more, make you open up just around him, and crumble right into his arms. That was just the first step, he knew sleeping with you, as great as it would be, would put a bump in his plan. He had to think each action through. this was something he just knew he couldn't do yet, trying to reject your advances and make you open to him would be a challenge. There is one thing on his side throughout all of this, how dumb and naive you are. Few kisses here, touches there, and leading the conversation right where he wanted wouldn't be all that hard. You were easily influenced, especially by him. He wasn't taking advantage of your vulnerability around him, no! He's not like that, he's not evil or crazy. He was just... influencing you, that's all.

Now you began whining, "But I know you care about me... 'n I want you so bad Jeonginnie~." You tugged at his sweater again, harder this time, you had become impatient at this point. He grabbed both of your wrists, holding them in one hand before using the other to grab your jaw. "Youre gonna listen to me, kay? If you keep whining like a little brat I'll fuck it straight out of you. You won't like it, I'll make you cum so much youll be screaming at me to give you a break. So why dont you be a good girl when I'm talking to you. That sound good?" You were scared, seriously scared, but holy fuck that sure didn't help you, if anything it made your panties stick to your core more than they had been. "Yes sir, I'll listen and be good." "promise ill take care of you later, princess." he released your wrists, giving you a kiss on your lips. it certainly wasn't as long as you would've wanted, but you weren't ready for him to talk to you like that again, so you settled.

"Do you think we cuddle in my bed at least? You can tell me more about yourself. Promise I won't do anything bad." He chuckled at your statement, thankful his plan worked. "Yes baby we can do that." "Its just around the corner, 'm gonna change real quick though. make yourself comfortable." You grabbed a pair of shorts to change into, much more comfortable than the jeans we were wearing. You walked out of the bathroom, and he had taken off his sweater finally, of course for a totally different reason than what you had wanted. He was just sitting on your bed, looking around the room.

He had been getting a layout of your whole room, where did you hide things? Where could he hide things? What are your most valued items? Why did you fold your laundry but never hang it? He wanted to know it all, he'd figure it out eventually. Most people might think those small details mean nothing, but those are the ones that matter the most. All those small things play into a bigger personality trait, one that he might just be able to control. And all of those traits, played into an even bigger picture, the kind of person you are. Your morals, your attachment styles, emotional or rational, once he knew everything about you he could do whatever he wanted. That's why he paid so much attention. You were his, and he was going to make sure that if he had to, he could make you do anything. Now, dont get it wrong, he valued each thought you had. He lives to serve you, he truly believes that. But just in case, in case you ever try to leave or defy him, you simply won't have enough willpower. You already said you didn't have a lot, that's why it took you so long to leave your ex boyfriend, you were already weak willed. The thing he needed to figure out most was, just what exactly did your ex do to you? Depending on your answer, Jeongin may or may not have to go and take care of him. Anything to keep his lovey safe, and protected, right? It was all for you, at some point you'd thank him.

"I like what you've done with the space, your room looks really nice." "You like it?" Sitting down next to him on the bed, taking in everything once again, "It took me awhile to figure out where I wanted to put things but I got it down eventually." He knows, he had watched you rearrange your room 2 times since he first found out about you. "I think you did a great job," He patted the spot on your bed behind him, telling you to lay down, and of course you did. He followed, pulling you towards him, and engulfing you in his presence. You laid your face down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, it was slow, calming. "So, you want to know more about me?" He was almost whispering, "Mhm, I wanna hear all about you. Wan' more reasons to like you." "Do you not have enough?" "I do, I just want more so I can pick a new reason every day forever. Never wanna run out." He laughed, you could feel it. "You're real cute. If that's the case, I can tell you about some things I did as a kid. i'll work my way through the years." He did exactly as he said, telling you about how he grew up wanting to be a priest, but straying from the idea after he became a teenager. he told you all about school, and how bad he was at it. You learned he was the middle child, and he has a passion for dancing. He mentioned later that he liked singing too.

"Have you ever been in any relationships, innie?" "Mhm, a few." He combed his fingers through your hair, answering all the questions you had. "Have... have you ever been in any bad ones?" "Not particularly, I had my fair share of good people who were just bad partners, but nothing too bad." "Mmm... I wish I had been like that." "You're talking about the relationship you mentioned at the cafe, arent you?" He was silently celebrating in his head, this was the perfect time, you'd spill everything to him and he'd be that much closer to his end goal. "Mhm.. dont wanna bother you about it..." "If you want to talk about i'll listen darling. Whatever you have to say, i'll listen. You know i'm here for you." He placed a kiss on the top of your head, squeezing your waist a bit. "You're not gonna be mad at me for talking about it?" Mad? At you? He could never be angry at you, he hated that you even had that thought in your head. "No baby, I won't be upset. if you're comfortable, I want you to tell me." "He was just a bad guy.. yelled at me a lot. never hit me... got close to it though." That fucker, he'd handle it later, he needed be here for you right now. "I'm sorry love." "He did a lot of mean things, took most of my money when I worked... would bring other girls home while I was there. Wouldn't go anywhere with me.. I felt alone all the time." You started to sniffle, tears welling in your eyes, you hadn't talked about this at all since you moved here.

It still bothered you, but you didn't have anyone until you met Jeongin. "Y/n.. dont cry babygirl, hate to see you upset like that." You had pulled yourself up, slightly away from him, wiping your eyes over and over trying not to let the tears fall in front of him. "C'mere pretty, stop doing that. its okay to cry, 'm not mad at you baby." You shook your head, unable to form a proper response. He moved towards you, picking you up and setting you in his lap. "You can lean on me lovey, i'm right here. Jeonginnie's here." You held onto him, sniffling and crying in his arms. You had been so upset, you didn't miss your ex by any means, especially now that you had Jeongin. But you were in that relationship for awhile, you had so many pent up emotions that you never talked about. Jeongin kissed your forehead, putting his hand right under your chin and making you look up at him. you looked so lovely even when you were crying, he never wanted to see you like this because of anyone else. you're only supposed to cry for him, about him, to him.

"Is there something I can do to help you, doll? I'll do whatever you want, give you anything." You didn't hesitate, you knew exactly what you wanted. "Wanna forget about it, want you to make me forget about it Jeonginnie.." he knew what you meant, and he would do it for you. he'd make sure he the only thing on your mind, you would only be thinking of him, not a single thought in your head except for him. He put one hand on your hip, the other at the nape of your neck, his fingers tangled in your hair. Then he was kissing you, and holy fuck did it feel good. It was everything you had wanted earlier, long, passionate, sloppy, hot, the euphoria hit you again. something about him that just made you feel so fucking good.

He had you on top of his thigh, the hand on your hip moving you against it while pushing you down slightly. He was making you ride his thigh, he set such a nice pace, the perfect amount of pressure. You involuntarily moaned into the kiss, he took that chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. You knew better than to fight it, you let him win, enjoying the newfound warmth. He moved his hand from your neck down to your waist, pulling away from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips. he planted wet kisses all along your jaw down to your neck. the hand on your waist moving to squeeze your thigh before going right under your shirt. you couldn't help but moan and whimper for him, begging for just a bit more pressure, just a little faster. He cupped your breast over your bra, moving his mouth close to your ear, "I'm giving you 2 minutes, make yourself cum on my thigh. If you can do that for me I promise i'll reward you," Your breath hitched, he took your lobe between his teeth lightly pulling before letting go, "and if you can't do that, im leaving. you won't be getting shit, not my fingers, not my mouth, and most certainly not my dick. get to work, clock starts now." His hand leaving your hip, the other coming out from under your shirt.

He meant it, he wasn't helping you at all, "Innie~ not fair, it's not enough, need you to help me." You tried your hardest, he had gotten you so close, and now forcing you to set the pace on your own? There was just no way. "Cum on my thigh, by yourself, and I wont make you do anything else tonight. You can touch me all you want, minute 'n a half left." He kept his hands on your knees, not offering anything for you. You needed to cum, you had to, not just because you wanted to feel good but because you needed Jeongin. You needed him to touch you, to help you, to fuck you so good you could forget everything. You held onto his right shoulder, leaning your head into his neck. You pushed yourself down on his thigh, grinding against it quicker, you could feel yourself getting closer again. "Minute left babygirl, you better hurry up." he tapped on your knee, god you were so fucking close. Maybe if he could just kiss you, or touch you somewhere, maybe you could do it. You were moaning his name, whimpering and bitching about how unfair he is. "such a- ahh.. fuck.. you're a meanie." "30 seconds love." You couldn't do it, you were right there, but you needed something. You needed him to do something to you, and then like he heard your prayers, he whispered right in your ear, "Don't you wanna be good and cum for me?" That's all you wanted, all you needed. You did exactly what he asked of you, tears almost forming because of how good it felt.

He gripped your thighs as they shook just slightly. "You dont have to do anything else, I got you, lift your arms up for me so I can take this shirt off." You listened to him, he unclipped your bra right after, running his hands over your chest causing you to say his name once again. He chuckled softly to himself, "I know." He laid you down on the bed, sliding your shorts off. "Look at you all spread out for me, my pretty girl." He climbed on top of you, he wanted to laugh at you. How small you looked right under him, he could do whatever he wanted and you wouldn't be able to stop him at all. it was nearly pitiful, your frail frame underneath him. He took it all in, he was gonna fuck you absolutely stupid. He was going to give you exactly what you wanted, you'd only be thinking about him and how good he felt in you.

"Ahh- Innie, pleasewait. still sensitive!" He cupped your cunt through your panties, rubbing your clit. it was all way too much, the thin damp cloth adding a whole different sensation. Maybe it would've been fine if you had time to calm down, but Jeongin was set on making you feel too good. "What do you want from me, baby?" "Need it..." "Need what, my love?" "Your fingers pleaseplease. I need it all- oh shit, haa... Innie, need you. You're supposed to help me~" "Its no fun when i'm not teasing you..." You bucked your hips again his hand, begging for something more. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down. You had whimpered in his ear, "Ahh- mm.. Jeonginnie... need your fingers in me so bad, wanna cum on 'em. won't you let me? Please Innie~, just wan' make you proud of me.. Mmph! fuck.." He knew you could feel him smirking against your neck, biting it softly. "Well, when you beg like that I have to say yes."

He slipped his hand into your panties. "So wet, it's all for me isnt it?" You moaned in response, as you felt his fingers push just slightly at your entrance. He wasn't pleased with you, you should know better than to ignore him when he asked you a question. He pulled away from your grasp, listening to you whine that he wasn't close to you anymore, and whining again when you felt his fingers retreat, the whine being cut short by a yelp as he slapped your clit. "You answer me when I ask you a question." He gripped your face, squishing your cheeks together, "Mmph! Jeonginnie.. won't mess up again, don't stop, need you~" "Atta girl, knew I could train you right." You were nodding your head as he rubbed circles on the sensitive bud after slapping it, you couldn't think. He gathered your slick onto his fingers before quickly pushing two in. "So, who made you this wet?" "You Innie, just for you, only you make me like this." He leaned down to kiss your lips, so very proud of your answer.

He kissed you jaw, made his way down your neck before reaching your tits. Flicking his tongue over the bud, before taking it into his mouth, one hand fucking into you, and the other grabbing at your other breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. It was all so overstimulating, you couldn't make sense of any of it, you just knew he felt so fucking good. Putting your hand over your mouth, trying to control your volume. He retreated from your chest, "What do you think you're doing? Let me hear you." "Innie~ it- its late, dont wanna wake up the other-r people." "You don't want them to hear you moaning my name, or knowing how good I can fuck you?" You clenched around his fingers, a smirk appearing on his face. "Well aren't you a dirty little whore," he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot, "bet you'd just love to have someone catch you, hm? Want people to know how good your Innie makes you feel?" You squeezed your eyes shut, clenching at the idea again. He chuckled, "I wont stop you, let them know who's making you cum. Make sure everyone knows I own you." His thumb running over your clit as he curled his fingers against your sweet spot again, causing a high pitched moan to come from your throat. "Mmm, fuck, Jeonginnie do that again, felt good." "Yea? Is it gonna make you cum?" You nodded your head as he groped at your chest again. He leaned into the crook of your neck, biting a spot that just added that much more pleasure. "You better scream my name when you cum or i'll punish you. You dont want to find out what that's like." As much as the idea may have intrigued you, you weren't risking an orgasm for it. His request was easy to fulfill anyways, you were already whimpering and moaning, hell, you'd probably end up screaming it even if he hadn't asked. "F-fuck.. ahh shit- baby please, wanna cum.. Innie! Please wanna cum all over your fingers~" "You know what you need to do." He rubbed his thumb over your clit faster, curled his fingers more frequently, he could feel clenching around his fingers over and over again. "Come on, do it for me. Tell everyone." "Haaahh, fuckfuckfuck, just like that, mmm.. Jeonginnie.. Jeongin!" You screamed his name another two times as you came undone on his fingers. "See what happens when you're good for me? Promised I'd reward you." You nodded, whining when he took his fingers out. "Open." He held his slick covered fingers above your lips, you opened your mouth, cleaning your mess off of his fingers. He gave you a kiss "..taste so good."

He pulled completely away from you causing you to start whining, "Nooo~ innie.. please im being good, don't stop please." "Be patient and quit whining before I put your mouth to better use." "But-" He quickly took your panties off, shoving them in your mouth, holding your wrists to stop you from removing them. "Shut it. If you can be patient i'll take them out of your mouth." You nodded quickly, eyes quickly getting watery. he took them out of your mouth, "You gonna quit being a brat? Don't wanna punish you, baby." Your mind still fuzzy from your previous orgasm, clearly not thinking right. "I wasn't being a brat, you were being mean! Shoving my panties in my mouth 'n moving away from me!" "I'm gonna give you one chance to start begging for my forgiveness. Talking back like this after I just gave you what you wanted?" "I wanted more!"

"I was being nice, but if you want to act like an ungrateful slut, i'll treat you like one." He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you towards him before laying you over his knee. "Youre gonna count each time I spank you, let's start at 15 and see what that does for you. You'll thank me for it too, teach your some damn manners." "Nonono innie didnt mea- EEK!" His hand colliding with your ass, it fuckin hurt. it wasn't too bad just yet, you would be able handle it. He pulled you up by your hair again, "Start fucking counting before I move it to 30." "One.. thank you," his hand coming down on your other asscheek, "Mm.. Two, thank you." He continued to alternate sides, by 8 you were digging your nails into his arm, feet kicking in a feeble attempt. You were sobbing, it hurt so bad. "Innie.. i'm sorry please wont do it aga- ah!" You sniffled, "Nine, t-thank you. Innie please hurts so bad, I learned my lesso-AH!" That spank being harsher than the previous, "T-ten, thank you!" You just sobbed, not bothering to try and talk him out of it. Looking back at him when he didnt land another spanking,

"Think you learned your lesson, princess." He massaged your ass in his hand, soothing the bright red skin. Hand prints would definitely be there in the morning, "Gonna let Innie take care of you now?" He wiped your cheeks and got the drool off your chin. "Mhm.. sorry for acting bad.." "I know you're sorry, you learned your lesson, gonna listen to me from now on, yea?" "yes.. gonna be good for you. wan' be a good girl." "that's my baby, knew you'd come to your senses. c'mon sit on my lap right." You straddled his lap, hugging him as he kissed your head and face. You had intended to readjust yourself on his lap, moaning when your bare cunt came into contact with his boner. It felt good, you slid yourself against it one more time, Jeongin audibly groaning before grabbing your hips, holding you above him. You whined at the loss of contact. "You really are just a little slut for me, aren't you?" He looked down, seeing all your juices dripping on your thighs, "I punished you, and yet you're still a wet mess for me." You nodded enthusiastically at him, agreeing with everything he said. "Want it innie.. need you in me so bad.. He softly squeezed your ass, causing you to whimper, "I'll take care of you baby, let's lay you down."

"What are you gonna do Innie? Want you so bad..." "Shh, just relax, i'm gonna take care of you." He slid you right to the edge of the bed, legs being held open by his arms, your pussy on display just for him. He kissed the insides of your thighs, tasting you before he'd even properly began. "What are you supposed to say when i do something nice for you? I taught you manners." He laid his tongue flat, licking all the way up your pussy, before reaching your clit and lightly sucking in it. "Mhmmhm! thank you innie, don't stop, nobody does it like you, thankyouthankyouthankyou~" He hummed against your pussy, the vibrations causing you to shiver and arch your back. "..Taste so fucking good, could do this forever," You grabbed at his hair, thighs attempting to close before being separated again, "Behave." "But- fuck.. Innie I can't- Jesus Christ, haaa... Innie want more of you, moremoremore baby please!" "What do you want, sweetie? You want my fingers again? Speak up." "Mhm! Want your fingers, Love your hands! So big feel so good," He laughed lightly against your core, taking one finger and pushing it into your hole, slowly curling it as he pulled it out before sliding back in. You were morning for him, babbling incoherent nonsense. "Want another one Innie, more please," He added a second finger, scissoring the two, quickly fucking them into you. He circled your clit with his tongue, feeling it pulsate from all the stimulation. "Fuck, can't- stop its too much-" "I can you feel clenching around me, its not too much for you yet." You arched your back, grabbing the hand that was on your thigh and squeezing it. "Innie- need to cum, please wanna cum for you, need to cum for you letmeletmeletme-" He looked up at you, a silent yes. He flattened his tongue on your pussy before harshly sucking on your clit. "Jeongin! fuck cumming, cumming ahh- Jeonginnie!" He slowed his fingers down, helping your ride out your high, but that wasn't it.

He wasn't done. He took his fingers out and watched you clench around nothing. "Such a pretty pussy all for me." He tightly held your legs apart, "Jeong, what are you- oh fuck!" He hadn't gotten enough, he needed to taste you, small kitten licks on your clit before flattening his tongue out and then pushing it inside of you. You screamed, all way too much too soon. You thought you would pass out, your legs were shaking, tossing your head side to side and gripping the bedsheet. "JEONGIN!" There it was, you sounded so pretty screaming for him, he couldn't get enough of it, he had to make you do it again. "Fuck! oh my god, close again, gonna cum again, please- shit, Innie!" You were babbling non stop, trying so hard to close your legs, the pleasure was too much, you didnt know what to do. You just laid there and let him do as he pleased. "Innie~ cumming again- mm! ahh.. oh my god-" He had finally separated from your core, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. you were breathing heavy, your body unable to recover from the back to back orgasms.

"Hey, pretty, still here?" "Mhm... need to take a break can't think." "I was making sure you hadn't passed out, not asking if you needed a break. You don't need to think." You could hear him undoing his belt, "Innie I can't take anymore." "I decide when you can't take anymore." "But i'm too sensitive canttakeit." "You asked me to fuck you dumb, i'm gonna do that." He looked over at you, "Do you really want me to stop?" No... "Answer me." "Don't wan' you to stop.." "That's what I thought." He turned to face you, taking his shirt off "Holy shit.." "Hm?" "Wanna touch you so bad, hurry up." You could feel yourself getting wetter from just looking at him. All his muscles.. I mean you thought he worked out, sure! But he was so toned, his arms looked so nice. You wanted to claw at his back, leave hickeys on his chest and abs. You needed to fucking touch him.

Finally he had gotten to just his boxers, you knew he would big. I mean you felt it when you were on his thigh. and again when you sat on his lap, not to mention the tent it made, but you hadn't prepared to actually understand how much of a size difference you and Jeongin had. He stepped out of them and all you could do was stare. He wasn't big, he was huge. It was girthy, precum smeared across the tip. you backed up on the bed, sitting on your knees. "Innie, that's not gonna fit." "I'll make sure it does, dont worry your pretty little head." "No jeonginnie, its gonna fuckin tear me apart-" "Said I was gonna fuck you dumb, I meant it." He held your head up, "What do you want?" "Wanna touch you.." "Touch me wherever you want." He put one knee on the bed, enough to support his weight, you ran your hands over his arms "So muc bigger than me..." You ran your fingers over his chest,and then his stomach. "So handsome.. so big.." You looked down at his member, "Can.. I?" "Whatever you want, babygirl." You wrapped your hand around it, eyes going wide then you realized that you'd need two hands.

You put the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Your jaw already starting to hurt a bit, "Don't push yourself, fit as much as you can." You looked up at him, nodding a bit. How many times had he made you cum tonight? The least you could do is help him out here. You got a bit over half into your mouth comfortably, you weren't going to stop there though. You prepared yourself to fight off your gag reflex as much as possible before trying to get another inch or two in. You felt the tip hit the back of your throat, Jeongin groaned "oh fuckkk.." His hand finding its way to the back of your head, "That all you can fit in love?" You pulled yourself away, allowing your tongue to slid across the underside of his shaft before completely releasing him. You immediately wrapped your hands around it, moving them up and down at a steady pace. You could see Jeongin's saw tense, his breathing definitely becoming more rigid.

"Wanna fit more.. Wanna try and get it all in my mouth." He moaned as you said that, just you wanting to fit him in your mouth completely was already sexy, but when you looked up at him like that, with your whiny voice? It made his dick twitch in your hands, his precious babygirl trying so hard to please him. Your tiny mouth was already so full but you wanted to try. You swirled your tongue around the tip a few times, licking long strips along the sides, "Stop teasing me like that, can't control myself when you look at me like that." "Use me Innie, use my mouth however you want." You once again took him completely into your mouth, getting back to the same spot before looking up at him, his hand pushing your head further down. You moaned when you felt him get farther down your throat, your mouth felt so full but you want more, he could feel your throat contract around him. He whimpered a few times, "Baby, ahh- mmph.., fuck, stop doing that, gonna make me cum in your mouth if you don't quit." You nodded your head the best you could, "You want me to cum in your mouth?" You nodded again, humming slightly, earning a moan from him. "Gonna let me use your pretty throat?" You moaned around him, the thought of him using you however he pleased making you drip for him.

He held your head, bobbing you up and down, fucking your throat however he pleased. "Feels so fucking good.. wanna fuck your mouth until you can't take it anymore.." Your eyes began to water, he was picking up the pace, lazily thrusting into your mouth. "You think you can fit the rest in your mouth for me pretty girl?" You nodded your head, you needed to feel all of him. You had reached one of your hands down to rub your clit, desperate to feel something that could help you release. "Cmon princess just a little bit more, almost done." Tears were spilling out of your eyes, drool began to fall down your chin and to the valley of your breasts. He pushed the last bit of his dick into your throat, he could feel everything, all of your moans causing a vibration that made him whimper for you. "Fuck.. please.. let me-" You moved your head back, just enough to sink back down and deep throat him. He was moaning your name over and over pushing your head down slightly, slowly. "ahh shit.. y/n.. fuck.. wanna fuck your face so bad. just wanna use your pretty mouth. look so good with it stuffed full of my cock." You whined, nodding your head, silently begging him to just use you. He looked down at you, wiping the tear off your cheek before starting to fuck your face. He was ruthless, slamming you back down onto the full length after nearly pulling completely out of your mouth. he was cursing under his breath, telling you how good your pretty mouth felt, begging you to let him keep using you till he was satisfied. You hadn't stopped playing with you clit, your moaning only helping Jeongin reach his higher quicker. "Shit.. so fucking good.. so close, wanna cum in your mouth so bad- fuck- haaa.." You could feel him twitch in your mouth, waiting for his release. He gave you a few more harsh thrusts before pulling halfway out and cumming all over your tongue. Some of it spilling out onto your lips and chin. He lifted your chin up, "Dont swallow, show me." You opened your mouth for him, showing your tongue covered in his cum, "Swallow it, all of it." You did, the slightly salty flavor not bothering you. Opening your mouth to show him again that you'd swallowed all of his release. He collected remaining cum left on your on lips and chin onto his thumb, pushing it past your lips. You licked his finger, making sure to get every last bit. "That's my good little whore." "Are you proud of me Innie?" You wiped the drool on your chin off, not worrying about any of the tears. "So proud of you, took me so well. My good girl, always trying to please me." He leaned down to kiss you, the taste of his release still present.

He pushed you back onto the bed, leaning on top of you and kissing all your neck, continuing to litter it with marks. Everyone would know you were his. "Fucked your mouth, and now I get to fuck you stupid." "Wait Innie! Seriously it's too big, it's not gonna fit in me..." "I told you not to worry about it, i know you can take it." "But I don't- it won't-" He put one of your legs on his shoulder, holding the other to keep you spread open for him. "So pretty for me, love it so much... pussy made just for me. All mine. You're perfect for me." He grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart. You whimpered in his grasp, scared of how much it's going to hurt. "Do you want to stop? Because once I start i'm not stopping until youre crying and unable to say anything but my name. I'll fuck you all night, I dont care." You were scared, he was ruthless with you earlier, you had no clue what he was going to do to you now. But fuck, did you want to feel him inside of you. And more than anything, you didn't want to think. "Mhm.. you can try to make it fit.. wanna be good for you, don't wanna think.." "I promised I'd make you forget, I will." He put his hand your lower stomach, "You'll feel me all the way up here, won't be able to think about anything else." You gulped, struggling to breathe before nodding. "Now be a good girl and keep your legs apart for me, okay?" "Mkay Jeonginnie," You did just as he told you, trying not to close your legs at all, you felt the tip of his dick go through your folds a couple times, moaning at the sensation, still sensitive from earlier. "I know you can take it, pretty." You nodded your head, fear quickly turning into excitement, "Hurry Innie, want it..." He pushed the tip into your cunt, the stretch was painful, you reflexively tried to move away from him, being met with him grabbing your hips and pushing further into you. "JEONGIN! fuck- ahh- no- too full can't, can't, can't. No more Innie! too big, too big, i'm full already, can't take anymore." That's the second time he made you scream, he wasn't planning on it being the last. You were shaking your head side to side, babbling and crying. "C'mon princess, almost there, just a little bit more for me, taking me so well." He cursed under his breath, rubbling circles on your hips. You couldn't stop crying, the stretch was so much, and he seriously wasn't done yet? "Just do it, babe. Hurry please." He pushed into you, completely bottoming out, shaky breaths coming from him. He kissed your forehead, "You did it baby, so- fuckkk.. so proud of you darling." "It hurts Innie.. Hold my hand please.." He pinned your hand to the bed, intertwining your fingers together. "I'm gonna move, 'kay lovey? Promise i'll make you feel good, don't want you in pain." You were whimpering, nodding your head. He started so slow, only pulling out halfway before pushing back in. It had to have taken a solid 5 minutes of him barely moving just to even start to stretch you out.

"Haaa.. Jeonginnie, faster please, need more." You finally getting used to the stretch, enjoying the feeling of being so incredibly full. "You sure baby? Thought it was too much for you." He wanted to hear you beg for it, say it needed to be him. You bucked your hips up, attempting to feel some kind of friction that you needed so desperately. He groaned, "Shit- stop it-" You had started to roll your hips just slightly, "Innie please need you so bad.. ha~.. fuckfuckfuck, please innie want you. need you to do it for me.." you yelped, his hand harshly slapping your ass, "Whore for my dick now? Can't even listen right. Thought you had learned your lesson earlier." He pulled all the way out before pushing back into your velvety walls, he quickly gained speed. "Too much of a cock hungry bitch to remember the shit I say to you." You were thanking him, begging for more, saying it was too much all at the same time. He was kissing your cervix with each thrust, quickly snapping his hips into yours. "So big- fuck baby slo- ahh! mmph! slow down!" He had pushed your knees to your shoulders, giving himself the perfect angle to see his cock disappear into your hole. "Feel so good around me, made just for me.." Your head started to get cloudy, a knot In your belly forming again. "C-cum... wan' cum p-please." He angled himself up, aiming for the spot that would make you see stars. "Jeong- please so close-" "Who do you belong to?" "You! Just you! All yours. Just you, you Jeonginnie. fuck, ahh, too big so full-" "Beg." "W-what?" "Start begging." "Innie!! Stop... too fast- Can't think! Need to cum for you, have to. Love when you fuck me like this, dont stop, dont wan' you to stop!" "Say you're mine." "All yours Innie, belong just to you. Only want you." "You wanna cum on my dick?" "So bad!! Need to~! Need to cum on your cock please, havetohaveto~ please." "Cum for me, be good." "Haaa~ fuck.. gonna be good for you.. mmph! right there please- fuck- Innie! JEONGIN! c-cumming fuck-" he didnt slow down, continuing to fuck into at the same pace, getting you all the way through your orgasm before changing his angle.

"Mmm.. Innie. Dont stop, need it, please need you, need this." he ran his hand over your cheek, you turned your face to the side. "So tight.. thought I would've fucked you open... clenching around me like that." "Jeonginjeonginniejeonginjeongin!" You kept saying his name over and over, he couldn't get anything else out of you. "Baby went dumb from being fucked so good?" "Mhmmhm, Innie, haaa- Jeonginnie wan you, need you. Jeongin~" he ran his thumb over your lip, you opened your mouth for him. He put two fingers in your mouth, pushing on your tongue. you were drooling everywhere. "My messy whore, isn't that right? Jeonginnie's slut?" he took his fingers out of your mouth, wondering just what you'd have to say this time, "Wanna be your pretty slut, wan you to use me." "Oh yea? You that much of a whore for me?" "Mhm! Innie! Pleasepleaseplease, want Innie. Want Jeongin, fuck- haa.." You were gripping onto his biceps, digging your nails into them as he held your legs up. You were crying, babbling nonsense, he touched your cheek "Baby, dont cry, you're okay." "Nuh-uh not sad. Want you to fuck me like this forever, feels so good. Want you in me all the time, dont leave me. Need you innie, want you so bad." he groaned just hearing you, his cock twitching inside you. "Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you for as long as you want." "Mhm! please! dont stop, need you to cum in me. let me feel it. fill me up Innie." he threw his head back, cursing. "Such good pussy, take me so well." he grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.. fucked out face still somehow smiling at him,

"Wanna be my little cumdump? Take all of it like a good girl?" "Yes Sir! Want it so bad! Cum in me, need it." He had trained you real good, alright. "Open your mouth." You opened it, tongue laying flat, he spit onto it. "Swallow it." and you did. "God, such a dirty bitch, taking whatever i'll give you." "Only for you Innie, just you Sir, love you, love you Jeonginnie." His hips slowed down, he thought he was gonna cum right that second, "Mmm innie, dont stop! Need it bad! So close," He leaned in, kissing your swollen lips, fucking deep into you. He looked down, your tummy bulging every time he thrusted into you. He pushed down, causing your back to arch. "Feel me right here, yea?" You moaned so loudly, your face contorting into that of pure pleasure. "Mhm mhm! Feel it Innie, love it so much, harder! Want it harder." He gave you what you wanted, fucking into you harder, moving his hand down to rub your clit, feeling your cunt clamp down on him each time. "Say you love me, that you're mine." "l- haaa.. love you innie, wanna be all yours.." "You are all mine." "Promise?" "Swear baby." His thrusts got sloppy, "Cum in me jeongin, please!" you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding his closely before grabbing his face and kissing him, "Mm- love you innie, need you, can't live without you.. need you to fuck me every night... wan' love you forever" He'd made you absolutely stupid on his cock, you kept saying it over and over, his name and 'love yous', he pushed deep, letting out a moan as you clamped harder onto him, taking every last drop of his seed, you didnt care as long as it was him. He fucked his cum into you a few times, before pulling out, watching some of it drip out of your hole.

"Kiss.. want to kiss you." Taking your face in his hands, he kissed you, a deep, slow kiss. "I love you so much Jeonginnie. Only think about you." "Do you?" You pulled him on top of you "Love you more than anything, need you, don't know what to do without you." "Love you too babygirl, not gonna leave you. Lemme clean you up, We made a mess." You shook your head, "Don't care, just want you. Dont go, stay with me." "5 minutes and then were gonna get you cleaned up." "Mkay... I like you a lot.." You put your hand on his chest, he started laughing, "You dont say, would've never guessed with all the 'love you' and 'need yous' you said while I was fucking your brains out." You hit his chest lighting. " Don't laugh, im still- what's the word." He laughed at you again, "Fucked you a bit too good?" "I'm having a hard thinking about anything else, so I think you did your job. But, I do love you, can't live without you." "I know." "You love me too?" "Love you more than anything." "That's a whole lot." "You deserve it. My perfect girl. All mine, only for me." "Mhm.. just you.. only wanna be with you." he pulled your further into his arms, whispering in your ear, "Good, you never had a choice."

a/n: IM A FILTHY DEGENERATE. I AM DISGUTSING I CANNOT EVEN LOOK AT MYSELF. I AM SO NASTY. WAS THIS OVERKILL? HOW MUCH SMUT DID I PUT IN THIS HOE????? IM SORRRYYY??????? HELP? IM DIGUSTING I NEED GOD. im bad at paragraph breaking idk // hey god send me a bf/gf who's as obsessed with me as jeongin is with y/n. // being so fr I have bpd and that's the only reason I write obslove jeongin well, bc I live that. this is why I dont get into relationships. responsible adult choices. dont drink and drive or smth idk

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