#and feeds you; she disappears for hours of the day and locks the door after her; locks the other rooms except for her small library

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Pet

Day 10 of Kink-Tober - Pet

Summary: Wade comes back from shopping after what seemed like forever and gives you a new treat.

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Parings: Wade Wilson x Hybrid!Reader

Warnings: Oral (M recieving), pet kink, hybrid reader, forced piercing. (Lmk if I missed any)

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Word Count: 1448 (Find my Kink-Tober list here)

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Wade had already been gone for two hours, and it was driving you nuts. Him being away for even five minutes was already overwhelming, so two hours was talking fucking crazy. So there you were, pacing in circles around his apartment with a cold glass of lemonade in your hands, your sharp nails nervously clinking against the glass while you waited for him, your ears pinned down to the back of your head and your tail tucked between your thighs.

You’d been Wades for as long as you remember, since you were a puppy. He’s taken care of you, bathed you, fed you, watered you, until you were who you were now. But of course, he disappears randomly for two hours on your birthday. He had left the house around 4 in the morning, and it was now 6, the time you would normally wake up. You figured once you woke up, that he would be back home, snuggled up beside you.

But no.

That motherfucker forgot about you. Left the house without a word, and forgot about you. He probably found another dog that he was petting right now, calling her a good girl and feeding her treats while she sat on his lap with her stupid tail wagging and stupid-

“I’m home!”

“WADE!” Your tail immediately starts wagging, and you run over to Wade, completely ignoring the huge bags of groceries in his hands as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I am so sorry I’m back one minute past 6, I got caught in traffic.” He teases past your time and you growl a little at his taunting, knowing you can’t survive without him.

“It’s okay, just don’t do it again.”

“You didn’t tear up my couch did you?” He walks past you, heading to the kitchen and putting the heavy bags on the counter before turning to see you closing the front door and locking it.

“I was thinking about it…” You mumble, and as truthful as it was, he laughs at it.

“Well you’re such a good girl for not…” His voice suddenly gets a little lower, and he takes one of the bags before sitting on the couch, patting his lap to beckon you over, and you basically skip over to him, quickly sitting on his lap. “See, good girl.” He praises, causing your tail to wag even faster behind you.

“Why did you leave though? You promised you’d be home all day today…” You pout a little.

“Well, baby, it’s your birthday, so I got you a few extra things apart from your new bed.”

“Really?” You smile, your canines showing.

“Yes, but you can have them later.” You sigh a little, but nod just happy that Wade was home. “Now come here puppy, wanna kiss you.” He puts his index finger under your jaw, slowly bringing his lips to yours to kiss you, your own tongue gently moving over his bottom lip, something he’s learnt you couldn’t help, considering you were half a dog.

His lips move over yours, some newly found hunger in his movements as one of his hands move up the back of your neck, finding their way to tangle in your hair and pull you closer against him, his other hand trailing down your waist while his hips slowly rut up against you, a quiet whine leaving your throat.

“I think I might make you work for your gifts, puppy…” He groans, tilting his head slightly to gain more access to your mouth, his tongue infiltrating it as it licks over your fangs, something he’s come to love doing each time he makes out with you.

“What would you like me to do…?” You ask softly, your eyes fluttering slightly as you look him down. And a smirk rises to his face.

“Go ahead and get on your knees.” You tilt your head curiously, but you listen to his commands anyways, quickly getting off the couch and sitting on your knees in front of him, as soon as you look back up, his fingers are already working to untie his joggers. Your own eyes dilated a little as a little smile rose to your lips. “Remember how to do this?”

“I think so…” You adjust yourself on your knees a little, the hardwood floor making quick work to hurt your knees.

“Here pup.” He reaches for another side of the couch, grabbing his “I Love MILFS” pillow before handing it to you, asking you to sit on it, which you do, moving back a little to put it on the floor before kneeling back down on it.

“Thanks papa…” You whisper softly before looking back up at him, his cock now freed from his joggers, his hand circled around it as he leaned forward.

“Alright baby, you know what to do…” You replace his hand with yours, his own hand moving to tangle in your hair, and you feel him tug a little. He’s taught you it didn’t always mean you were about to be punished.

You stroke him a few times with your fist before lying soft lipped kisses on the side of his cock, trailing upwards until pressing one more kiss to his tip, licking it softly and your right ear twitches a little as Wade moans from above, and you sink down a little, looking up at him through your eyelashes as his precum makes your tongue salty.

“Good girl, keep going…” Your tail wags behind you, and you lean forward again, taking some of his cock between your lips, your tongue working on the vein at the bottom of his shaft, his fingers tightening in your hair as some of your saliva drools down to his heavy sack.

He curls his fingers, the grip around your hair hurting a little, and it makes you whimper, the vibration of the small sound enough to make him moan as he twitches inside of your mouth, halfway down your throat.

“That’s my girl… Always such a good girl for me…” He groans, gripping your hair even tighter, making you only take him faster to distract yourself from the pain a little. “Such a good little girl…Ahhh” He rolls his head back, his grip getting impossibly tighter as his load shoots up your throat, making you instinctively gag a little. Normally he would just let you have his cum leak down your chin and down onto the floor, but not today…

“Ah ah… Let me see it on that pretty tongue of yours~” He leans forward, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look up at him as you stick out your tongue, whatever was still in your mouth pooling on your tongue.

His head tilts in admiration of your state. On your knees, between his legs. Tears making your mascara leak a little as his cum and your spit drool at your chin, mouth opened with your tongue up a cup shape to hold his seed like a prize in front of him.

“Stay just like that…” He tells you, slowly releasing your chin as he reaches over into the forgotten shopping bags, you staying still with your tongue still out as he takes out some sort of kit, it looks like the type used in piercing shops. “Alright swallow.” You swallow. “Kiss.” You lean up, pushing your hands down on the couch cushions as he leans down and kisses you, his tongue trailing over your lips and into your mouth. “This is gonna hurt a little, but let me see that tongue puppy.” He puts his hand out, expecting you to put your chin on his palm, which you do. He then takes the little kit, opening it up and using something on your tongue before uncapping a blue marker and making a dot in the centre of your tongue, you look up at him through your lashes, confused. “Don’t worry about it baby, just breathe.” He tells you, his voice more calming than its ever been before as he takes a large needle. “Go ahead and close your eyes, pretty.” You close your eyes, and just as you do, you feel something clamp down on your tongue before the sharp needle pierces it from the bottom up, a tear dripping from your eye. “Perfect.” He mumbles before twisting something, and he pats your cheek. “Done.” You open your eyes, blinking a few times and closing your mouth, the taste of metal making you wince.

“What-”

“Let me see again.” He takes your chin in his hand again, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. “Perfect. Now let's try this one more time, with the piercing in.”

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close to home | chapter eight

close to home | chapter eight

plot: the reader discovers that life in the prison wasn't exactly what she expected. With new threats daily, she has to prove herself once again to the group and win Rick's approval. but trouble stirs when the governor attacks.

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,765 Warnings: violence, blood, character death A/N: thanks for reading!

The silence that stretched after the attack seemed to last forever, despite the noise of the baby crying endlessly and Carl crying in his cell. Beth was too young to do anything, and your uncle was just as lost as you were. So you did everything in your power to keep things moving. If things stopped, you died. 

You worked with Glenn to make sure Beth and your uncle had a gun on them and locked Carl inside the cell for the time being. Tora went with him, and when you walked by, she offered him every bit of comfort he desperately needed. Oscar and Axel were sent outside to stand watch, and you helped Glenn make sure the place was on total lockdown. 

Still, it only filled a short amount of time. And the seconds ticked away like hours. You tried to stay busy, making a meal from dried oats and the last of dried meat. Your uncle and Beth joined you to eat, and you left a bowl by Carl’s door. 

Glenn returned from looking for RIck grim and with a shake of his head, disappeared into his cell. That was when the baby started crying. The wails echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and piercing your skull. 

You rocked the baby back and forth, trying to shush her. 

“She’s hungry,” Beth said sadly, “They’ll be back soon. They have to be.”

Eventually, they were, though it took longer than anyone would like. Soon enough, Daryl was feeding the baby, and you sat at the table with exhaustion that seemed like it’d never settle. You only wanted to curl up in your bed and sleep until the sun exploded. 

“You did good,” Daryl said quietly, not to disturb the baby. You were mixing another bottle to be ready when she woke. “In the courtyard, keeping everyone safe. Rick saw that. Everyone saw that.”

“I just did what needed to be done,” You said, setting the bottle down. The image of T-Dog, a man you’d hardly spoken to, being bit filled your head. “Should’ve done more,” you said. 

“The way I see it… could’ve been a lot worse,” Daryl said. “They see you now. Like I do.” 

You didn’t say anything else but nodded when your eyes met. The baby started fussing again, and he took the other bottle. “You should go rest. You look like shit.” He said. 

You scoffed and stood up, “You’re one to talk. Besides, I don’t think Carl’s eaten, and neither have you or Maggie.” 

Preparing them dinner was quick and easy. Once finished, you set a small bowl of canned soup next to Daryl and took another to Glenn and Maggie. You knocked softly on the outside of the door and peeked in. The two of them were sitting on the bed, whispering. When your cousin saw you, she smiled and nodded her head. 

“Brought you some food,” You said, “It’s not much.”

“Thanks for your help today, (Y/N),” Glenn said, “Sorry you had such a rough day,” 

You smiled lightly and gave them a quick nod before leaving them. Your bed called to you, and with the sun having already set, you knew you should sleep. But instead of heading towards your bed, you walked back into the main room. Daryl was still feeding the baby, but Carl had joined him. Tora was sitting on the table and chirped when she saw you. You gave her a good rub as you sat down with them. 

“I like the cat,” Carl said quietly, softly petting the cat's back end.

You looked at him sweetly, your heart breaking for the poor boy. “She likes you, too, Carl.”

***

The next day was strenuous, but Rick started to come around. You understood the pain in his heart, the desperation of nothingness and blame. You understood it too well but didn’t have the words to express it. Nor did you believe you should. You’ve barely been accepted into the group, and Rick scared you. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing. 

But, when he saw you sitting with Carl, the baby in your arms and Tora in Carl’s lap, he squeezed your shoulder and handed up a water bottle. You felt it then that he accepted you. You finally felt a relief you hadn’t since you arrived at the prison, and you felt like you could relax. 

Glenn and Maggie had left on a supply run in the early morning, leaving you with the other survivors. Daryl had found Carol earlier, and after a quick check, you let her rest with the instruction to drink water. It had been a few hours since then, and you and Beth were tending to the baby when the front door opened, and you heard someone yelling for you and your uncle. 

When you walked into the front room, your eyes widened at the woman he was trying to get under control. 

“Who is this?”

Your question was ignored as the woman put up a fight, and you looked at your uncle to try and get an idea of what to do. You’d never seen the group with a new person, and you were worried about how this would go. 

Luckily, after Rick greeted Carol, he helped get the woman up on her feet, and the interrogation began. You stood with your uncle and listened intently, grimacing when Rick hurt her to get some answers. As much as you hated to admit it, when you heard that Glenn and Maggie were taken, you thought it was worth it. 

Anxiety bubbled up in you again, and your fingers started to itch. A discussion broke out over what to do, with Daryl ready to roll out of there any second. But the woman, Michonne, needed to be patched up first. Your uncle watched over you as you stitched her up and set the wound. 

Once it was finished, you approached Rick. He was in the middle of packing a gear bag. “I want to go with you,” You said. 

“No,” 

“I can help. You saw me with those dead ones, and I’m a good shot,” You argued. “She’s my cousin. I have to go,”

He zipped up the bag and set it over his shoulder, “It’s not that, (Y/N). I saw how you handled them, and I believe you’re a good shot. But I need someone here to help Hershel. I don't have much faith in Axel, and I need Daryl with me. I need you here to watch over them.”

His words surprised you, and you couldn’t help the shock of it cross your face. Rick chuckled. “I know. But you’ve proven yourself the past two days. Daryl was right about you. I need someone here.” He offered a set of keys to you.

As much as you wish you could fight it, you came here alone and decided to join a group. You wanted to stay with them, and that meant listening to Rick. You finally nodded and took the keys. “Okay. Just bring them home.”

***

The next few days were a blur for you. First Carl brought in a small group of new people, and both you and your uncle thought they were okay, but you didn’t dare voice too much of an opinion. You may have earned your place, but you still didn’t feel like you had a plate at the table. And you didn’t want the responsibility of telling Rick when he got back. 

Which happened sooner than you thought. Your cousin and her boyfriend returned safely, but Daryl didn’t. He had gone off with his brother, and though you were slightly disappointed to see the man responsible for bringing you here go, you understood why he left. You would’ve done the same thing if it were your family. 

And then Rick seemed to have some sort of panic episode and chased away the new people. You stayed hidden in your cell, scared he might send you away in his mental breakout. But he didn’t even notice you and the few psychological courses you took in school told you that he was deeply grieving his wife, and the stress of the world was getting to him. 

So you went through the motions and followed what everyone else did. With newcomer Michonne being carefully watched, and with Maggie in a state of disarray--despite your efforts to talk to her--Glenn decided that you were the next best person to help him and Carl get some of the prison hallways under control. 

You were just sitting down outside, taking a well-deserved break, when a single gunshot echoed around the courtyard. Your eyes widened, and you jumped down just as more bullets started flying. 

“Carl, Beth!” You yelled. They had managed to get behind a set of seats, and Carl was firing back in the direction the attack came from. Your stomach coiled into anxiety as you looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. 

“(Y/N)!” You looked back to see Maggie running, carrying two automatic rifles. You met her halfway and ducked behind metal cabinets as bullets started flying again. 

You followed Maggie’s lead and covered Carol as she ran for safety. The man in the tower was hard to reach, and you were quickly emptying your clip. 

When the shooting stopped, it took you a few seconds to realize why. The sound of a truck plowing through the front gates caught everyone’s attention, and your stomach dropped when you remembered seeing your uncle down in the meadow. 

Then the truck gates opened, and walkers flooded into the yard. 

“Fuck,” You cursed quietly as the shooting started again, “We have to get to Uncle Hershel!” You yelled to Maggie. She was breathing heavily and looked as shocked as you must. 

The gunshots started slowing down, and then finally, they stopped, and you and your cousins ran to the gate to get to your uncle. Your shoulder was starting to ache from the kickback, but when you saw Glenn’s truck drive through the gates and head toward Hershel, you breathed a sigh of relief. You and Maggie covered them while Glenn grabbed your uncle and Michonne. 

Carl locked the gate behind the truck, and you all greeted Hershel with deep relief. It was short-lived, though, because now the meadow was full of walkers.

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How To Kill An Immortal

Chapter 3 — Playing Dead

- In which Rayan learns that actions have consequences

Word count: 3,210

Contains: Stress position, captivity whump, immortal whumpee, sadistic whumper, broken bones, stabbing, threats.

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Madeline felt guilty for being worried so easily, but something in her gut told her she had a damned good reason this time.

Rayan had gone out to a pub with his friends, intending to reunite and catch up at their favourite spot last night. Of course, Madeline had been pleased to see him doing something for once, ushering him out the door before he'd even tied his shoes; but it was clear that something had happened during the evening to cause his sudden disappearance. He hadn't come home yet, nor done so much as texted Madeline that he needed picking up or the time he'd be returning, and the thin reassurances her dear Vivana gave her weren't helping.

At first, she had just assumed he'd spent the night at his mates house, and was just sleeping in with a hangover he'd, no doubt, gotten; a plausible explanation to why he hadn't come home. But as the day dragged along, Madeline was sure there was something else going on.

“You really need to relax, sweet’art,” Vivana sighed, walking up behind the other and placing her hands atop Madeline's shoulders. Madeline had been sitting on the porch for half an hour now, nursing a mug of tea which had likely begun to go cold, waiting for him to return. “I'm sure he's fine. He's with his friends, and I bet with the worst hangover of his life. He's okay.”

Madeline just grumbled, though the tenseness of her shoulders dwindled under her beloved’s hands.

—> —> —>

Rayan had been brought out of the basement. After his beating the previous night — his back was still aching from it — he had learned that it'd be best not to get on Foster's nerves. It was clear that, no matter how hard he tried to bite and scratch, they'd overpower him one way or another.

But fuck, was the urge hard to resist sometimes.

“Get in,” Foster sneered, pushing their limping captive through the doorway of the upstairs bathroom. Rayan stumbled at the push and straightened himself up, albeit with the support of the doorway. But then he stopped. The pocketknife Foster had used to herd him upstairs raised to the side of his neck, grazing his skin. “The bathroom window’s locked. If you even try to get out or hurt yourself, I'll cut you up and feed you to my mate's dog. Just do what you need to do. Got it?”

Rayan's mind blanked. It wasn't too surprising; it was hard for Rayan to think coherently when a knife was all but kissing his skin. “I—”

“Am I speaking French to you?”

“N-No. No. I got it.”

The knife retracted, and Rayan was shoved inside. The door shut, and he locked it.

Sliding the knife into their pocket, Foster opened their phone, steely gaze flicking through their contacts. Despite their short list of contacts, her name seemed to be lost in the numbers and names.

“Where the fuck is she…”

Their thumb stopped its mindless scrolling, cursing themself for going past her number more than once. They rang her and placed the phone to their ear. Foster knew she'd respond.

“I’ve got a problem.”

The voice on the other side crackled through, amused. “Car broke down again?”

“No, summat else. You free soon?”

“Dunno. I'll check my calendar, tell you later. Why?”

“I’ve.. got somethin’, and I need your help because havin’ this is more difficult than I thought.”

“What did you get? Is it like.. a technical thing you need help with? ‘Cause you'll have no luck with me.”

“No, ‘m not that stupid.”

“...Don't tell me you got a pet.”

“No— Can you not jump to conclusions? I'm never planning on getting a pet, this is somethin’ else. Just.. Just let me know when you're free, okay?”

“Fine. Why are you so desperate to be in my amazing company any—”

Foster ended the call out of spite. While they waited, they leaned against the bannister, looking down on the stairs sprawling out below. The carpet really needed improvement. It was an ugly colour, aged and weathered.

Soon enough, Rayan was done. Foster wasted no time in dragging him out and grasping the back of his shirt. They wielded the knife again.

“Didn't take you too long.” They remarked, but Rayan just swallowed and kept his eyes straight ahead.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Not important. Just move.” Training the tip of the knife on the back of Rayan's neck, they led him back downstairs. Silence met their footsteps; Rayan was nervous, terrified even, and Foster knew it.

They made it downstairs and, with a warning glare not to make a move, Foster crouched down in front of a black backpack. Meanwhile, Rayan glanced around.

It was jarring how normal his captor’s house seemed. Early morning sunlight filtered in through the living room window, though one curtain was drawn to. An assortment of items were sprawled across the windowsill with a radiator perched underneath. The walls were mostly bare, save a clock on one wall; a nice plush sofa atop carpeted floors faced a television on an oak cabinet; a bookcase lined one wall, stacked with knick knacks, the occasional book, and photographs in dark frames. On a small, stained side table was a potted plant, clearly fake (Rayan wasn't all that surprised to see that they couldn't even tend to a plant) although rather pretty. A small note laid beside the rich red pot, seemingly discarded and forgotten about:

‘From your bff Ivy’, it read in neat, fine script.

Rayan was surprised to see that his captor had friends, however. It sickened him how normal this place seemed; that his captor would wake up in their bed, watch TV on that sofa, read those books, with the rhythmic ticking of the clock in the background. He felt bad for this ‘Ivy’ person, unknowing of the horrors that dwelled in their friend's basement.

Foster pulled him back to his side, the backpack slung over their shoulder. They hissed, “Stop staring,” as they shoved him forward, pulling him up from his train of thought. With a begrudging grunt, he walked down the old, worn steps to the basement. The steps wailed and groaned under the weight of their footsteps.

“You're awfully quiet today,” Foster said, rummaging through their pocket for the keys to the basement. With their spare hand they retrieved the knife again from their pocket. Rayan remained quiet by their side, hardly daring to move a finger. The cold, sharp metal on the back of their neck sent goosebumps raising across his arms, a haunting reminder of what would come if he tried anything stupid.

Momentarily, they struggled to open the door, grumbling a curse under their breath as they jostled it around. But eventually, inevitably, it unlocked and was kicked open, hinges screeching in protest. And Rayan was shoved in.

“Don't get comfortable just yet,” Foster followed moments after, bringing out their phone. They closed the door, not bothering to flick on the light. Rayan was momentarily alarmed, before he squinted and shielded his eyes from the glare of their phone torch. “Oh, don't be dramatic. It's just a phone torch, not the end of the world.”

“Easy for you to say,” He grumbled, watching as Foster propped their phone up against the wall, illuminating the room in an ugly white light.

“Stand over there.” They pointed to an area near the centre of the room, a joist of sorts on the ceiling.

“Why?”

“Just fucking do it.” Foster sounded exasperated.

Rayan’s eyes narrowed in reluctance, but he complied anyhow. Moving to the centre of the room, the bulb dangled overhead like a man on a noose. After a few moments of rustling and rummaging, Foster walked up behind him, a line of rope in hand. “Arms up, Immortal.”

He raised his arms. “You know my name.”

“That doesn't mean I have to call you by your name.” They retorted, tying each of his wrists together and to the joist, making the knots tight, unnecessarily so.

Eventually, they left the remaining line of rope to hang behind him, standing back to admire their handiwork. Rayan, however, raised an eyebrow.

“Am I supposed to be scared?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh,” He scoffed. “How frightening. My hands are tied, whatever will I do? Y'know, I'm shitting myself over here—”

His mocking fell short as Rayan turned his head, seeing his captor pick up his bat. His eyes widened. “Wait- no, wait wait wait wait, hold on—”

The spiked bat smashed into the back of his knees with a crack and a thud, knocking him off balance. His knees buckled and yet the wire held him up, shoulders straining. He yelped in pain, gritting his teeth.

“Ooh, I heard somethin’ break! Now,” they hissed, “say you're sorry, and mean it this time.” And they hit his legs again. Another yell, and Rayan rocked forward as if he were no more than a punching bag.

Another swing. Another yell, another choked up attempt at an apology. A mocking complaint of how ‘they couldn't hear him’, and they'd swing again. They seemed adamant on targeting his legs, but occasionally hit his torso and ribs.

Another swing. Another yell. Another swing. Another yell.

Another swing. Another yell.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

At some point, Rayan couldn't even talk through the pain, unable to string a series of words together and keep it coherent. With every swing of the bat that hit his legs, his apologies turned into nothing more than pained grunts.

“I'm— I'm sorry!” Rayan hissed out, his pleas drifting into a strained, inhuman noise when the bat slammed into his ankle. Head bowed, he watched through eyes glistening with tears as his captors trainers came into view.

“What for?”

A finger and thumb gripped his chin, tilting it up so they could meet eye-to-eye. Foster was no longer smiling. “What are you sorry for, Rayan?”

Rayan's mind blanked again; perhaps it was the pain clouding his thoughts this time, the blood trickling down his legs. He'd focused so much energy in apologising, and yet had never wondered what for.

Perhaps he should apologise for teasing them? For… For…

Oh, crap. The picture.

That was a shitty idea, wasn't it.

A sharp backhand interrupted his train of thought. His head whipped to the side, and Rayan gritted his teeth as his cheek burned in pain.

“It isn't that hard, Immortal,” Foster said, a faint sneer in their tone. “Or do you want a little reminder?”

Rayan didn't want to admit it, but it seemed the choice had been made for him. Foster walked away, to the dreaded cabinet and opened one of the drawers. They picked out one of many, holding it between their index and middle and waving it in front of Rayan's face.

This one was different. Two figures; one, a girl with fluorescent blue hair tied up in two space buns, curls framing a smiling face. The other, a boy with black hair that draped over shoulders, hunched over with his knees to his chest, a lit cigarette in hand. They wore matching bracelets. The boy looked roughed up; bruised knuckles, remnants of bloodstains on his shirt and nose, and a nasty scratch splitting the corner of his lip. His eyes, mismatched blue and grey, stared right back at Rayan.

“That's me,” Foster said. “That picture from yesterday was also me.”

“Look, I'm- I'm sorry—”

“Good. You should be, Rayan,” Foster flashed a smile. “I'm glad your kind knows what remorse is.”

Rayan stared at them, incredulously. His kind? Surely there wasn't much difference between mortals and Immortals; besides uncanny healing abilities and the wretched markings on their bodies, what other differences were there? “I'm as human as you are.”

“Hmm, whatever makes you feel better,” Foster placed the picture aside. Rayan noticed how their eyes lingered on the picture, before ripping away to glare at him. “I'm done for today.”

They clutched the bat in both hands, knuckles whitening.

He watched, helpless, as the bat lifted, its rusted nails splitting the bark, dripping with crimson.

“Sleep tight now.”

Thud.

—> —> —>

Rayan awoke to a splitting headache. Scrunching his face at the ache, he felt dried blood cracking on his face. His legs seemed healed for the most part; only a dull throb remained, his blood already dry on his jeans. It was dark without their phone’s torch blinding him, and for once Rayan was thankful for that. He didn't want to see himself, didn't want to see his own battered body.

He hung from the rope, wrists straining against it. There was a tingling sensation in his hands, no doubt from a loss of circulation. Rayan knew Foster wouldn't have considered his comfort. Why would they? After all, this is a captive situation; he wasn't just staying over for a couple days.

It was cold. Goosebumps prickled on his arms as he hung, swallowing down a lump in his throat. He wanted to go home. To see Madeline, his friends — anyone. Anyone except that smirking, scarred face who had mocked and, for lack of a better word as much Rayan detested the thought, tortured him for…

For…

How long has it been? There wasn't a clock in here. Rayan always told the time by his phone; which was useless now, a consequence from his thoughtless, stupid actions. Perhaps it hadn't even been that long; maybe a day or two, and the hours were just dragging along. Maybe.

Hopefully.

Creaking footsteps interrupted his thoughts. Fuck. He didn't want to be hurt again, but fighting back was futile. Pleading wouldn't work; he'd tried that already, and all he gained from that were a few mocking sneers and continued abuse. So… what could he do, to at least delay the inevitable for just a minute longer?

The footfalls grew louder, and then stopped.

Rayan heard a jangling of keys.

The lock in the door turned.

The door was opening, creaking in protest of the hand moving it.

Perhaps on instinct, or because there was no option left that he could think of, Rayan went limp like a ragdoll and closed his eyes, praying that his captor was thick enough to believe he was still unconscious.

—> —> —>

Foster entered the basement and flicked the light on. They gave Rayan a questioning glance, smirked in amusement, and shook their head.

The poor man was panting like a dog, but they'd humour him for now.

Foster strode past the sagging figure of their captive, opening the drawer and picking up the pile of pictures. They meticulously checked each and every one for any sign of damage, lest the Immortal had gotten his grubby little hands on any of the others prior to yesterday. All seemed perfectly fine, but they shoved them into their pockets just in case. For safekeeping. In hindsight, it was a bad idea to keep sacred items in the same vicinity as their teeth-bearing prisoner.

They spared another glance over their shoulder at Rayan. Unmoving, swaying lightly, his hands a faint, purple colour. But Foster couldn't miss the tremble in his body, the frantic breathing of their dear captive.

Foster's hand absently found the adjacent drawer. They slid it open and brandished a small knife. One of many they'd collected over the years, a coat of aged blood upon its blade. Won't make much of a difference either way.

Foster's footsteps were quiet. Masking their intentions by making it as if they were simply strolling about, though it was horribly executed. Excitement was at fault, but was Foster to blame? Absolutely not.

A hand coiled round to clamp over Rayan's mouth as the knife was stabbed into his side. Rayan “awoke” with a jolt, and his scream was muffled by their hand.

“Ah, there you are,” Foster tutted into his ear. “Thought I'd lost you there. Nevermind.” Their grasp on his jaw tightened when Rayan thrashed about, throwing his head back and grunting out a muffled curse. Foster removed the knife, and a circle of crimson grew steadily around the man’s wound.

Foster sighed, thoughtfully. “I'm really gonna have to do somethin’ about that mouth of yours. Can't have the neighbours know my little secret, eh?” Smirking as Rayan shook his head in protest, they simply patted his cheek. “Too bad. My house, my rules, Rayan.”

Foster's hand slipped away, and Rayan hung his head again. There was no point in arguing back. Whatever snappy remark he had bubbling in his chest diminished when Foster held the knife up; a silent warning, perhaps a challenge. As if they're saying, don't you even think about it.

Rayan watched onwards as Foster wiped the knife clean on their jeans, returning it to its original place in the drawer. “You're a good actor, y'know. I almost believed you.”

“Fuck you,” Rayan hissed.

A scoff. “You were panting like a dog. I'm not braindead, if you're wondering.” They reached forwards and Rayan instinctively flinched; he heard Foster chuckle, as they undid the rope. Once it was fully undone, Rayan crumpled to the floor like nothing more than a piece of paper.

Foster nudged him onto his back, eliciting a grunt from the man. He clutched the wound in his side, wrists rubbed raw. “You've got quite the foul mouth,” They mused in a sickly sweet voice. “I wonder how quickly that'll change.”

Rayan squinted up at them, his head pounding. He'd been hit pretty hard, huh. “You're sick,” He grunted. Foster just smirked in reply, and walked away.

Rayan watched them leave. Keeping a trained, glaring eye on their back, as they looked over their shoulder to meet his gaze. They gave him a once-over, flicked off the light, and shut the door.

“Pussy,” He hissed, as the sound of the door locking reached his ringing ears.

—> —> —>

“I'm free,” The voice on the other end declared in a sing-song voice. Foster had returned to their phone buzzing madly, and multiple missed calls from the same contact. Annoying little shit.

Foster hummed, sitting down on the sofa. “Now?”

“Yep!”

“Alright then,” They sighed out, sounding more than a little exasperated. “Just- don't stall on your way ‘ere. I know what you're like.”

“I never do that.”

“Sure you don't.”

After an exchanged goodbye that dragged on for far longer than it should've, Foster glanced out the window. It was early afternoon, sunlight filtering in through the blinds. The house was quiet, quaint; only the ticking of the clock interrupted the empty silence. At a glance, nobody would think there was a man, bleeding and possessing abilities of which almost everyone would dream of having, right underneath the floorboards.

Foster was grateful for that. That, in the public’s eye, he was a normal person. Sure, one who was given curious stares and scrutinising glances when they went out, but they couldn't help that. Their scars hadn't come from anything that wasn't absolutely necessary.

Their gaze turned to the potted plant on the side table, vibrant but fake. And then to the note. It was one of the few gifts Foster had actually kept, hadn't been pushed into the attic to collect dust and be forgotten about. At this point, Foster was glad they'd kept her around for so long.

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WE ARE SO FUCKING BAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. AAUATGGJRJRHRHRHRJCIM IM SO HAPPY AND EXCITED IM SO GLAD IVE FINALLY PULLED THIS OUTTA MY ASS NOW. AAAHWHWSJ!!!!!!!!?! LETS GO. LETS FUCKING GO.

I have a lot planned for the next chapter :33333 a new character as well!!!!! let's just hope it doesn't take like. eight months to post it though

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These Tides Do Turn: 2024 Rewrite || Zuko x Katara || Rating: Mature || Canon-divergence || Slow-burn || Enemies to lovers || Angst || Romance || Hurt/Comfort || Trauma* || Full tags on AO3 || MDNI

*This story contains potentially triggering content. Please check tags carefully and read at your own risk. Specific TWs placed at the start of each chapter.

Chapter 2: Waiting

Chapter triggers: Violence, PTSD

Katara has no idea how long they’ve been imprisoned in this room. 

The minutes and hours bleed into one another until she can’t tell whether days, weeks, or mere seconds have passed. The lanterns either side of the doorway never go out. Their dim light flickers incessantly – making the passage of time even more confusing. The only indication that more than just a little while has passed is her steadily growing appetite. Between the hunger, the unrelenting cold, and the fleeting, fitful moments of sleep, Katara’s energy begins to wane, leaving her feeling like a wrung sponge.

She and Zuko haven’t exchanged a single word since those few spiteful comments in the wake of Commander Shai’s visit, and the air hangs heavy between them – yet another thing that rubs at Katara’s frayed nerves.

She watches him now; inspecting the manacles around his wrists with cool precision. He feeds one length of chain through his hands, following it back to the small hole in the wall through which it disappears. He pokes at the opening. It’s clearly far too narrow to get his finger in alongside the chain, yet he seems intent on trying to do so. Katara scoffs derisively.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing.” Zuko responds flatly, not bothering to pause his inspection. 

Katara scowls at the back of his head. It feels as though she’s always scowling whenever Zuko is around. Being trapped in here with him is going to give her premature wrinkles.

“What’s the point?” She snips, “Even if we get free of the chains, the door is still locked from the outside.”

“We wait until they unlock the door, then overpower them.”

She exhales heavily through her nose. Haven’t they just had this conversation? If he wants to behave like a petulant toddler, then she’s going to speak to him like one. 

“We talked about this. Even if we get out of these chains and through the door without being killed first, we still have no idea what we’re going to find outside this room.”

Zuko finally turns, frustration evident in the set of his jaw. “We have to try something. Don’t you want to get off this ship?”

“Of course I do,” she snaps.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause you’re acting like you wouldn’t mind hanging around for a while.”

“For Spirits’ sake Zuko!” 

His sarcasm nettles her immediately. Like he has any right to be mad at her— 

He has every right to be mad at you. You got him into this mess and he hasn’t once blamed you for it. 

Katara ignores the intrusive thought and barrels on. 

“When was the last time we had anything to eat or drink? We’re running on empty. And you’re clearly injured, even though you’ve been trying to hide it from me." 

It hasn’t escaped her notice that Zuko has been favouring one side: Bruised ribs, she guesses, based on his movement. Evidently he hadn’t gone down without a fight after she’d been knocked out. Certainly fits his nature.

Zuko roars his frustration and twists, driving a fist into the wall behind him. The dull clang is immediately followed by a yelp, and he shuffles from one foot to the other, clutching at his hand. 

Katara smirks darkly. “Feel better?”

He shoots her a glare as he turns, sliding back down the wall to sit and rub his sore knuckles.

“You should really work on your anger management issues.”

“I do not have anger management issues,” Zuko yells.

She raises an eyebrow, “Sure. You’re always in perfect control of your emotions.”

He shoots back to his feet with an agitated growl, and begins pacing as much as his chains allow him to. The metal links jerk and rattle, smothering any sound of his footsteps which are catlike even in his anger.

Katara watches him fume and finds it oddly calming. This is a Zuko she knows: The angry boy who chased them from Pole to Pole. It’s familiar, and there’s safety in that. There’s no safety in the confused, anguished boy who opened up to her beneath Ba Sing Se. Nor in the earnest young man who had shown up at the Western Air Temple in their hour of need. Nor the ‘selfless hero’ that had braved the Boiling Rock with Sokka to rescue her father and Suki. It is too hard and too confusing to reconcile all these different versions of Zuko. She doesn’t know which one is real, and she therefore does not trust any of them. 

At last, he rounds on her, shoulders bunched beneath his black tunic.

“So what?! So what if I feel things strongly? That’s who I am, and I don’t have to justify that to you. I’ve made my peace with it. And right now we’re trapped on an enemy warship with a raving psychopath and no one knows where we are and I don’t know how to get us both out of here safely. So yeah – I think anger is a reasonable thing to be feeling.”

Katara bristles – offended by his emphasis on her safety. As if she isn’t capable of looking after herself. She doesn’t want him feeling responsible for her, doesn’t want any ties between them, and definitely doesn’t want any favours owed.

“And you’re hardly any better than me,” Zuko continues, barrelling through her thoughts, “You feel things strongly too, just like I do, and you never hold back from expressing yourself.”

“Expressing is one thing – at least I’m in control of my emotions.”

“Are you?” He cocks his head knowingly. 

Katara clamps her mouth shut so hard that her molars clack. She glares at him, her nostrils flaring with each breath like an enraged bull.

“Exactly,” he sneers, “You and I are more alike than you think.”

“I am nothing like you!” She shoots to her feet with a clanging of chains, and squares up to him as though he isn’t a head taller and confined to the opposite side of the cell. Too furious to care that her response has given merit to his claim. 

But Zuko doesn’t gloat – only glares right back with a matching ferocity, “That isn’t true and you know it.”

Katara growls in anger, tearing her gaze away before it reveals too much. She begins to pace on her own side of the room; an almost identical reenactment of him.

“Perhaps that’s your issue with me,” Zuko insists. “You hate that we have things in common. You hate that you see yourself in me even though I’m from the Fire Nation.”

“Shut up.” She doesn’t want to hear his bullshit.

“It’s why you let me come on this mission with you in the first place – because you know I’m the only one who understands. Because you know I’m the only one who wouldn’t judge you for however you wanted to handle it.”

“And how would you handle it Zuko? If you were faced with your mother’s killer?” 

Behind the bite in her words, the question thrums. Suddenly, she finds that she truly wants an answer. What would he have done, if their positions were reversed? Because even as she had walked towards the Commander, his blood bending to her will… she hadn’t known what came next. To plot revenge is one thing – to make a vow of action, and to play out fictitious scenarios in the minds eye – but when it comes down to it… would she really have killed him? If it had been the right man, and not Shai? 

Is she capable of such things?

Katara watches Zuko carefully. His anger seeps away, leaving an expression that she has absolutely no idea how to interpret. He does appear surprised by her question – his lips forming a small ‘oh’ shape – and surprised further as it dawns on him that she is genuinely waiting for an answer. But before he can offer one they’re interrupted by the heavy scrape of a deadbolt.

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Not About You - 32

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x OFC

Warnings: nothing beyond canon

When Lucy woke the next morning, she found herself alone much to her annoyance. A touch of the sheets beside her told her that Damon had been gone for a while. She frowned and grabbed her phone off the nightstand beside her. Where are you? she sent.

Out.

She rolled her eyes. Oh, thanks for that, Mr. Vampire. Very helpful. She readied herself for the day before heading downstairs to find a fresh pot of coffee waiting for her along with a note from Damon telling her that he’d bring food home with him. Okay, she’d forgive the disappearing act if he was going to caffeinate and feed her.

She made her coffee and was heading toward the living room when the front door opened. Lucy glanced over expecting to see her boyfriend only to be greeted with the sight of one of her least favorite teenagers. “Elena,” she said by way of greeting. She sipped her coffee before giving an insincere smile. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

The girl scowled. “The door was unlocked.”

“Okay, but this is still private property. You can’t just walk in whenever you damn well please.” Lucy was going to have to talk to Damon about locking the door. He wouldn’t be happy. “Do you just wander around town walking in people’s houses? What’s wrong with you?”

Elena rolled her eyes and sighed. “I need to see Rose. It’s important.”

Lucy didn’t like being ignored. “Are you even going to respond to what I said?”

The girl just stared at her.

Lucy clenched her teeth and worked the muscle in her jaw. Damn this girl. “Quit coming in the house without permission, Elena. I won’t give you another warning. As for Rose, she’s around somewhere. I’m sure if you look hard enough you can find her.”

It was nearly an hour later before Damon returned home, Stefan walking beside him as the two of them bickered about something. Damon handed Lucy a bag from the Grill and kissed her head without pausing his conversation. She took a bite out of her sandwich while her gaze moved between the brothers.

Finally, Lucy held up a hand. “Hold on. Are you two arguing about Katherine?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

She scrunched her nose. “Why?”

Damon dropped onto the sofa beside her and laid his arm along the back of the couch. “We went to see her this morning. Stef thinks its cruel to keep her in the tomb. I say it’s what she deserves.”

Stefan sighed as Caroline walked into the room and wrapped her arms around his waist. He held her against him and steered her to one of the chairs where he sat and pulled her into his lap. “It’s not that simple, Damon.” He turned his attention to Lucy. “He’s correct in saying that I think its cruel to keep her in the tomb to desiccate surrounded by burnt vampires.”

When he didn’t immediately continue, Lucy frowned. “Surely you don’t want to release her?”

“Thank you,” Damon said with a gesture toward his brother to say ‘see’.

Stefan shook his head but before he could clarify, Caroline spoke up. “Wouldn’t she be more cooperative later if we did her a favor now?”

Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t expect that from you of all people. She killed you, Care. I don’t particularly want to give her the chance to do it again.”

Caroline sighed. “I know but angry Katherine scares me.”

“I don’t want to let her out,” Stefan declared loudly. “I just think maybe there is somewhere else we could keep her. Somewhere a little less morbid.”

Lucy nodded her head. “Okay, Stef. I hear you, but consider this. She knew all those vampires were trapped in that tomb and left them to rot sooooo maybe we leave her to do the same.”

He shook his head. “Sometimes I worry about you, Lucy. You’re a little vindictive.”

“It has nothing to do with me. It’s called Karma and she’s a bitch.”

“So’s Katherine,” Caroline said with a little laugh before covering her mouth.

After a moment of shock that the blonde would say such a thing, Lucy laughed as well. Damon smirked and pulled his girl into his side before kissing her head again. He loved to see her happy.

Stefan looked between their girlfriends before shaking his head. “You two spend entirely too much time together.”

Several hours later found Lucy laying with her head in Damon’s lap while he played with her hair as they watched a movie. He groaned in annoyance when his phone rang. Lucy turned to look up at him, wondering who it was. “Now’s not a good time, Rose. I’m busy.”

Lucy scowled and her brow furrowed. The kidnapper had Damon’s number. Wasn’t that lovely?

“You have got to be kidding me,” he said and grabbed one of her hands to pull her up into a sitting position. “Yeah, we’ll be there soon.”

He tossed his phone beside him and raked his hands through his hair. “Stupid, idiotic, pain in the ass doppelgangers. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish Elena was a little more like Katherine when it came to her self-preservation instincts.”

Lucy sighed and slipped on the shoes she’d kicked off when she laid down. “What did she do now?”

“She’s being monumentally fucking stupid.” He slipped on his jacket. “Bring your gun.”

Lucy huffed a laugh as she grabbed one of her guns from the drawer of the entry hall table. She left the ammo as she had extra in both of their cars. “I kind of meant what specific thing did she do this time.”

He held out a hand and interwove their fingers as she took it. “Elena conned Rose into taking her to Richmond to see Slater. He was dead when they got there but his little girlfriend showed Elena how to contact Klaus,” he explained as he opened her door.

Lucy buckled in then pulled out her phone to text Elijah. “So mark the teenager down as suicidal. Got it. We should probably get her some therapy. The only saving grace we have is it’s not that easy to get hold of Klaus. Even Elijah had trouble tracking him down for a while.”

Damon smirked slightly but kept his attention on the road. As he should considering how fast he was going. Lucy briefly considered reminding him that she was human but opted against it when Elijah’s response distracted her.

“Elijah killed Slater to prevent exactly this sort of thing. Says he overlooked the girlfriend. He’ll meet us there but it will take him a while.”

Damon nodded in response and increased their speed. The rest of the drive was quiet and much shorter than it should have been. They parked in front of a non-descript apartment building. Damon kept Lucy behind him and led the way to the apartment number he’d been given by Rose.

The door was cracked open when they arrived and they entered without knocking, breathing a sigh of relief when Rose and Elena came out to greet them.

Elena frowned and her gaze darted between her two would-be rescuers. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving your worthless ass. Again,” Damon snapped.

Lucy tried to hide her smirk. She really did. Rose was mirroring Elena’s expression but it was solely directed at Lucy. She obviously hadn’t been expecting the human to come along for the ride.

“You’re going to ruin everything,” Elena nearly whined.

“Don’t care. Let’s go.”

Angry Damon was kind of hot, Lucy thought. As long as it wasn’t directed at her anyway.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Elena stepped back as if to put Rose between them. Like that would do any good. The vampire owed her nothing. Barely even knew her. Why in the hell would she protect Elena from anything?

Lucy leaned against the wall with a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t understand why they were even having this discussion. He was a vampire. All he had to do was pick her up and throw her over his damn shoulder. Of course, Rose could have done the same damn thing instead of calling him in the first place.

Damon’s gaze flicked over to Lucy then back to Elena. “You don’t have a choice.”

He closed the space between them so he was glowering down at her. “Listen to me. I am not going to let you get yourself, or Lucy, killed because you’re too damn stubborn to do what you’re told. I’m trying to be nice about this, Elena, but I don’t have to be.”

“Lucy’s not my problem, Damon. You’re the one that brought her here. And I’m tired of being told what to do. This is my decision.”

“Just for once, could you maybe concede to the fact that the vampires that are a century older than you might possibly know more about the situation than you?” Lucy asked, annoyance getting the better of her patience.

Damon flashed her a little smirk before turning back to Elena. “This is over. It’s done. We’re leaving.”

The door burst open just as he finished speaking. Lucy straightened and pulled her weapon as three vampires strode into the apartment. She briefly considered if she should have loaded the wooden bullets over the vervain darts even as she rolled her eyes at the dramatic entrance. They’d been invited. They could have just knocked. Damon darted over to stand between her and the new threat, dragging Elena with him.

“We’re here for the doppelganger,” one of the men announced.

“Thank you for coming,” Elena said and started to move forward until Damon stopped her.

“I will break your arm,” he hissed, obviously fed up with her shit. Elijah had said he needed her alive. He said nothing about whole.

“Sorry, no doppelgangers here,” Lucy said. “Fresh out. We restock on Tuesdays.”

Damon snorted a laugh before he could stop it. A squelching noise interrupted any further comment and the vampire closest to the door collapsed to reveal Elijah standing behind him. He held the man’s heart in his hand and dropped it to the floor with a faint look of annoyance. Rose darted past everyone and out the door. Shocker.

“They killed you. You’re dead,” Elena said, her voice cracking.

“For centuries now,” Elijah replied with a smirk. Lucy rolled his eyes. He was entirely too fond of that joke. “Hello, Lucy. Lovely to see you again. Should we get dinner?” He shifted his attention to one of the remaining men. “Who are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” the man shot back.

“I am Elijah.”

Those three words were enough for the man to start backpedaling the attitude. It was still strange for Lucy to see people afraid of the man she’d called uncle for the vast majority of her life. She perhaps understood slightly better as she watched him rip the hearts out of the other two vampires as well. He walked over and kissed Lucy’s forehead before vanishing out the door.

“What the hell was that about?” Elena demanded after a beat of silence.

“The guy you’re trying to hand yourself over to doesn’t appear to want you,” Damon responded. “So, can we go home now?”

“No,” she said and stomped her foot. “Not until I get some answers from Lucy. Why did he say hello to you and invite you to dinner? Are you sleeping with him?”

Disgust contorted Lucy’s features before she could stop it. A glance at Damon showed the same look on his face. “Elijah’s my uncle, you sick fuck. Eww. What is wrong with you?”

Elena huffed in annoyance. “Well, how was I supposed to know? It’s not like you told anyone.”

“I knew,” Damon said with a shrug. “So does, Stefan.” He glanced over at Lucy. “Does Caroline know?”

Lucy shrugged. “Don’t remember.”

Elena rubbed her temples. “If you are related to Elijah, how am I supposed to trust you? Any of you?”

“You’re not,” Lucy said. “The only reason we’re protecting you, is Elijah asked us to. So keep pissing him off. Maybe he’ll give us the day off.”

Elena let out a little scream of annoyance and stomped out of the apartment.

“I call shotgun,” Lucy yelled after her.

Damon chuckled as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. He steered her around the dead bodies and out of the apartment, shutting the door behind them. “Should we do something about that?” He gestured back to the apartment.

“Elijah will take care of it,” she assured him. “Let’s go home and finish our movie while I make dinner.”

They stepped out of the building and into the sunlight to find Elena angrily pacing in front of the car. “Should we expect company?”

Lucy’s gaze followed the doppelganger for a moment before pulling out her phone and sending her uncle a text. “Yeah. Probably a good idea.”

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Savage Sunset Chapter 19S

In this chapter: Sleepy kitten Valen, Ari has issues 

Content warnings: Aftermath of torture, blood

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

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Lex wouldn’t stop going to check if Valen was awake.  She kept calling it his “nap,” and Ari kept correcting her that he needed to get a full night’s sleep–or day’s sleep, or whatever.  It was like trying to convince someone excited about baking cookies not to keep opening the oven to check on their progress and let all the heat out.

He slept so, so long.  At one point Lex proposed that they check if he was still inside the coffin, for fear he’d somehow disappeared.  Ari told her that was ridiculous, while simultaneously also secretly worrying about it a little bit.  Lex confirmed that she could hear breathing and very quiet snoring when she put her ear to the coffin, though.

He was out cold.  Lex and Ari went to bed, and when they woke up, he was still asleep, no sign of waking up, and still inactive for several hours afterwards.

The poor guy must have been fucking exhausted.  No wonder he seemed unable to think clearly or make good decisions, on top of the expected anxiety and fear inherent to the situation.

They killed time by doing their quietest hobbies, and ended up calling Jerome and Bailey to come over later, anticipating that he would, hopefully, be awake by nightfall at the latest.  All four of them made sure to call out of work, so they could give Valen their full attention for a little while.  Lex and Ari were still considering a career change, all things considered, but best not to make any big decisions that quickly. 

“We have to feed him when he wakes up,” Ari said, crossing her arms and not looking happy about it.

Not hard to guess why.  Valen had taken the last bag of blood nicked from the hospital with him after his ill-fated escape attempt.  That probably wasn’t a sustainable source of blood for him–it was doubtful they could talk the same people into letting it slide twice, so they had to manage getting the blood themselves.  But they couldn’t let Valen feed on Lex, because she was still recovering from having half her blood spilled, and Bailey and Jerome weren’t able to come until that night.

That just left Ari.  Lex could honestly not think of anything Ari would like to do less than purposefully let a vampire feed on her.  Bottom during sex, maybe.  She hate hate hated being vulnerable, and purposefully getting into a position where someone else could, or would, hurt her.  Not that she had low pain tolerance–quite the opposite, in fact.  It was more of a control issue.  Unfortunately, the process inherently required giving some control to Valen, which was exactly why Ari really, really hated being the only one able to do it at the moment, because her sense of duty wouldn’t let her make him go hungry for longer than necessary.

“I can do it,” Ari said.  Of course.  In Ari’s mind, she could do anything, until proven otherwise.  “Just, just give me some time to ramp up to it.”

Ari knew he deserved to be fed as soon as he woke up.  He would be hungry after sleeping so long, and Ari knew what it was like to wake up and not be able to get coffee first thing in the morning, and maybe that was a similar thing.

As she embraced the idea that she would have to let a vampire feed from her soon, she started listening for Valen to wake like waiting for a bomb to drop.

Eventually, Lex swore she could hear him moving around inside.

"Give it a rest, would you?" Ari said, keeping her voice low.  “I’m sure he’ll say something when he’s awake.”

There was a gurgle from inside the coffin, the tired call of someone who’d just woken up from deep, deep sleep trying to indicate they were awake.

Ari approached the coffin, but Lex rushed over and overtook her.  “Can I open the door?” she blurted out, hand already on the handle.

“Yes,” came his tiny, muffled voice from inside, followed by the sound of the lock clinking open.

Lex pulled it open to reveal Valen, looking disoriented and squinting against the light, eyes lidded heavily with sleep, hair wildly messed up on top of his head--and to Lex’s delight, clutching the cat plushie.

"Good morning!" Lex said. "How are you feeling? How did you sleep?"

Eyes still encrusted with sleep, Valen rubbed his face. "Good morning… how…how long was I asleep?"

"Sixteen fucking hours," Ari said. "You just had a godly power nap, my dude."

"You deserve it," Lex said. "How are you feeling?"

"A little better," he mumbled.

"Did this thing help you sleep?" Ari said, nudging the coffin with her foot.

He nodded.

"Good. Do you wanna hang out in there a bit more, or come out onto the couch?"

“The couch sounds nice,” he said quietly.  It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Lex and Ari lifted him up and out, settling him onto the couch and piling up a fortress of pillows around him, to make him as comfortable as possible.

“There,” said Lex.  “I know it probably still hurts, but how are you feeling?”

He wrung his hands, as though afraid to say, and then timidly said, “Hungry, ma’am.  I-I feel a lot better, but, but I would be very grateful if-if there was more blood in the fridge, if I would be allowed to have it.”

Yep, just like they’d thought.  If he was hungry enough to ask for it while being so clearly scared shitless, definitely time to feed.  Ari started, “Oh, we actually ran out of that stuff from the hospital.”

“Oh.  When-when will you–When will getting more be feasible?”

“Oh, um,” Ari said, averting her eyes.  “I don’t think we can really get blood that way again, it was sort of a one-time thing, special circumstances.  I think if I went back to the hospital and asked for more, that’d be pushing it and they might start asking questions.”

Valen’s face crumpled with despair, and he wrapped his arms around himself.  “All right.  I understand, ma’am.” 

The poor boy thinks that means we’re not going to feed him, Lex realized with a jolt.  Come on, Ari, get on with it.  She nudged Ari with her foot.

“Yeah,” Ari continued, too slow, painfully.  “And, um, Lex can’t really feed you, since, since she lost all that blood recently, not sure how long it’ll be before she’s fully back from that.  So…”

Valen’s face heated up and he was clearly holding back angry tears.  He shook a little, biting his tongue.  Come onnnnnn.  When Ari didn’t keep going, Lex elbowed her, knocking the wind out of her.  “What Ari is saying is that since there aren’t other options, she’s going to feed you.”

Valen perked up, still shaking, cautiously hopeful.  “Real-really?” 

“Yeah,” Ari said, absolutely failing to keep her unhappiness off every feature of her body.  Come on, Ari, you’re going to make him too scared to eat.  “Obviously it’s not ideal, but I’m really the only one here with enough blood for you to drink.  So.  So, have at it, I guess.”

Ari just stood there.  Come on, Ari, you’re the one who’s always stomping around to stop delaying and get moving. 

Lex watched Valen’s eyes trail up and down Ari, at a loss.  “Um,” he said, with all the bravery of someone approaching a live tiger.  “How do you want me to-”

“Not on the neck,” Ari said quickly.

“R-right…”  Valen looked like he was trying not to cry again.

“The arm would be good, I guess,” Ari said.

“O-okay,” Valen said.

“What?” jabbed Ari.  “That not good enough for you?”

He clutched the blanket to his chest and looked up at her with wide, fearful eyes.

“Ari, you know that’s not it,” Lex said.  “Come on.  Relax.”

Ari visibly untensed her shoulders.  “Right.  Sorry.”

“You can’t just tell him to feed and then stand there when you know he can’t reach you.”

Ari flushed, looking embarrassed and vulnerable.  “Right.  Sorry.”  She took a few steps towards Valen and held her arm out.  “Well, there, go-go ahead then.”  She tapped the skin of her forearm.  “Right about there should be good, right?”

Valen bit his lip.  “I-I can’t, I’m sorry.  Bite you.  I can’t.”

Sweet boy, even when we offer he feels like he can’t.

“Sure you can,” Ari said gruffly.  “Gave you permission and everything.”

“No, no, I-”  He whimpered, sinking down into the pillows.  “I-I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I really appreciate this, I-I really, really do, but-but-”

“What’s the problem?”

“I don’t have my fangs, and-and I don’t know if I can really bite hard enough to draw blood with my blunt teeth, and, and-”

Oh.  His fangs had been pulled out, and he couldn’t feed without them, not unless he just bit Ari with his whole mouth hard enough to draw blood, which definitely seemed like a worse option.

Ari’s eyebrows shot up as she reached the same conclusion.  “Oh.  Oh.  Shit.  Fuck.  Yeah, sorry.”  She retracted her arm.  “Okay how about this, then, I’ll just make a cut on my arm for you to drink from, then when you’re done, you just close it up.”

Relief washed over his face.  “Yes, that-that sounds perfect.  Thank you, ma’am.”

Ari withdrew her hunting knife, and Valen whimpered, averting his eyes.  Ari made a small cut on her arm, then sat on the couch next to Valen.  “Bon Appétit.”

“Th-thank you,” he wept.  “Is-is it really okay?”

“Yep.  Now come on, before it gets cold.  Hah.”

Valen leaned down and drank, movements soft and slow.  Lex could tell what Ari was thinking:  I guess this isn’t so bad.  She was doing a good job of hiding whatever discomfort was left.  She brought her hand up and stroked the nape of his neck.  “There you go,” Ari said encouragingly.  “Good boy.”

He shivered and flushed hot in the face.  Lex eyed him, keeping in mind what Ari had said about it.  He just looked embarrassed.

After a few moments, he swiped his tongue over the wound to seal it and then raised his head.  “Thank you,” he said, voice thick.

“‘Course,” said Ari.  “We can’t let you starve now, can we?” 

Valen dipped his head down, licking his lips.  “Um, ma’am, have you been tested for diabetes?”

Ari furrowed her brow.  “What?”

Valen’s face snapped into wild panic, and he shrank back.  “I’m–I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have said, said that, I-”

“Are you saying you can taste diabetes in my blood?” Ari snapped.  “Or something?”

“I’m sorry,” he wept.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please-please forgive me, I-”

Ari stomped out of the room, huffing.  Valen continued to babble and shake.  “Alexis, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–I don’t know why–Please, just-”

Lex put her hands firmly on his shoulders, and he immediately shut up, quivering.   “Did you taste something in the-”

“Yes,” he said, tears streaming down his cheeks.  “Her blood sugar seemed high, I was just worried for her health, but I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean to offend her, or, or make her uncomfortable, I’m-”

“Okay,” she said, giving him a squeeze, “Just calm down.  Calm down, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Okay, just.  Just stay there a minute.”

Lex followed Ari out into the dining room, where she sat stormily at the table, arms crossed.  “Ari, what the fuck,” Lex said.

“He can’t–He said–Where does he get off drinking my blood and then diagnosing me?” Ari said.  “He’s being weird while drinking my literal fucking blood.”

“Ari, what’s your fucking problem?  This whole situation is weird.”

Ari’s face spasmed.  “I don’t have diabetes.”

“Ari,” Lex says, exasperated.  “For fuck’s sake.”

“I’m not getting tested for diabetes.”

Lex stomped over to Ari and slammed her hand on the table, pointing to the living room with the other.  “You’re going to march right back in there and explain to that boy that he didn’t do anything wrong, and you just got upset because you have a complex about going to the doctor, because if you’re just macho and independent enough, that means you don’t get sick.  You fucking idiot.”

Ari flushed deep red.  Lex had cut to the exact truth immediately, and it felt humiliating to be so thoroughly outed and embarrassed.  “Okay, just give me a minute.”

“No.  Now.”

Ari’s face screwed up.  “F-fine.”

She got up and walked back into the living room, refusing to make eye contact with Valen.  “Diabetes runs in my family,” she said.  “I get freaked out thinking about it.  It wasn’t anything you did.”

“Oh,” says Valen, looking a bit calmer.  “Okay.  That’s understandable.  I was just–just hoping to possibly be helpful if you didn’t know.  Getting treatment earlier can be-”

“I know,” Ari said quickly, and Valen cowered again.  Lex gave her a little kick in the shin.  “Ow–I mean.  Yeah, I know I should go to the doctor.  Thank you for worrying about my health.”

“And?” said Lex.

“And…I hope you feel better.”

“And you’re…?”

“I’m…hoping that you feel better?”

“You’re sorry, Ari.  You’re sorry that you got upset with him and made him scared.”

Ari rubbed the back of her head, finding her feet interesting.  “Oh.  Yeah.  That, that too.  You don’t deserve to get scared or anything.  I know I can be kind of intense sometimes.”

Valen nodded.  “Thank you.  I understand.”

“Now, then,” said Lex, with a little clap.  “We talked to Bailey and Jerome on the phone, and they’re gonna come over tonight, all right?  Unless you don’t want them to?”

Fear flashed across his face.  “What are they coming over for?  Ma’am?  If I may ask?”

“They’re going to feed you, too,” Ari said.  “You’re gonna need more than just one feeding until you’re back to a healthy weight.”

“Oh,” said Valen, expression unreadable.  “Th-thank you.  That sounds wonderful.”

“They’re bringing a board game, too.  Hope you like Monopoly.”

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[lovesick-yanderes]

Lovesick: Part Two

Cal Character Bio | word count: 1331

TWs: stalking, murder, violence

Link to Part One

Cal spends the next three months weaseling his way into your life and learning your schedule. Groceries every other Wednesday, a 35 hour workweek, nightly dinner with John, and a three hour phone call with your best friend on Sunday afternoons. You’re predictable and easy to follow. John is, too; his 60 hour workweeks keep him out of the apartment most days, as does his obsession with running around the various trails surrounding the apartment complex. 

Cal uses his enhanced hearing and proximity to your apartment to eavesdrop on you and John through most of your dinners, trying to learn more about how to cement himself into your heart. One day, he overhears you asking John if you could adopt a cat together; he also hears John’s immediate denial, based on “allergies,” and that’s enough for the topic to be dropped. Of course, the next afternoon, Cal bumps into you while holding a tiny black cat with large, green eyes, that he just so happened to have adopted from a local cat rescue. 

“You’re free to visit her whenever you want, ______,” he happily informs you, and you obviously take him up on the offer. The cat, which the rescue had named Buttercup, serves her purpose well. For the small price of her adoption fees, a large cat tower, and 2 cans of wet food each day, she keeps you coming to Cal’s apartment every single day. With your daily visits now restored and the boundary of the customer-employee relationship removed, your friendship blooms and blossoms. You finally start to open up to him, and he finds himself telling you things he didn’t even talk to his friends about when he was a human.

The connections you’re making together drive him wild; once you leave each day, he feeds Buttercup and then spends the rest of the evening obsessively writing out anything and everything new you’ve told him, desperate to keep track of all of the information there is to know about you. This is it. You are the person he’s been waiting for; you alone make his curse of immortality and agelessness worth it. You’re the one who will accompany him to the end of time. All he needs to do is get rid of John- and now is as good a time as any to strike.

Right on schedule, John leaves your apartment the next morning at 5:45. Cal hears the door shut and lock from his position in bed, and then watches John descend the stairs and jog into the woods while looking out his window. After he disappears into the trees, Cal slips out of his own apartment and makes his way into the woods, taking care to avoid the gaze of the apartment complex’s few security cameras. As he enters the woods, his heart rate spikes and he feels the adrenaline of the hunt coursing through his veins.

John is easy enough to track; aside from a singular, clear set of footprints leading Cal directly to his prey, John is making every sound imaginable. It’s like he isn’t even trying to hide from me, Cal muses, knowing that there was no real way for John to know he was out there with him. He quickly spots John up the trail after a few minutes of jogging himself. Rain (and maybe some sweat, too) drips from his black hair onto the trail below; John is wheezing and panting, resting with his hands on his knees, looking at the ground. Cal quirks a brow. How is he this winded already if he runs every morning? He watches John take a hit from a red inhaler and start slowly walking down the trail, still wheezing as he moves along. Cal slowly follows behind him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. 

He’s making a calculated, detailed plan of what he’ll do with John’s body when he trips on a root hidden on the ground. He hits the ground with a loud thud and curses in his head when he hears John call out to him;  “Hey, shit, are you okay?”

A minute later, the man he had been tracking is before him, helping him stand and checking his body for injuries. When he is satisfied with Cal’s lack of scrapes and bruises, the man helps him stand and strikes up a conversation with him. “Glad to know you weren’t hurt. I imagine it’d be pretty hard to get an ambulance into the woods.”

“Yeah, probably,” Cal agrees, trying to move himself away from the conversation. “Thanks for checking on me. I guess I’ll get back to my walk now-”

“Wait, you’re ______’s friend, right?” Cal’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest as he slowly nods his head yes. “Why don’t you join me?” John’s question catches him completely off guard. “I’ve been meaning to get to know you better, seeing as you’re so close with ______. All of these trails are connected, so we’d run into each other again anyway.”

Relief floods through Cal’s chest, his heart beat returning to a calm pace almost instantly. “Sure. Let’s walk.”

John leads him on the path he’d been previously following, chatting up a storm. A little too chipper for a human who’s up at 6 AM, Cal notes, trying his best to keep quiet but also not to come off as malicious or standoffish to your boyfriend. He tries keeping up with John’s poor excuse for small talk, but ultimately, the other man is more concerned with bragging and boasting than learning anything about him. On one hand, he thinks that the less he has to talk to this man, the better; on the other, though, he hates that he’s being an audience for John to just talk about himself and his so-called accomplishments.

The pair enter a new part of the trail. The trees begin to appear slanted as they grow and move downward with the erosion. Signs are clearly posted, warning of the danger of falling in multiple languages. Beside the trail is almost open air. John walks to the side and points down, showing Cal a slow moving stream that cuts through the bottom of the ravine. Tons of rocks, tree roots, decaying leaves and stumps decorate the ground leading down the decline. “Not sure how into hiking you are, but if you’re ever up for a challenge, getting down there took me hours-”

Cal’s mind is made up. It has to happen here.

“Hey, John?” Cal cuts him off, staring at the back of the man’s head. As John turns to acknowledge him, he continues to speak. “I’m doing this for _______, okay?”

Cal watches the look on John’s face jump from confusion to shock, and then straight to horror as he shoves his palms into his shoulder blades, sending the black haired man tumbling head first down the ravine. He hears John’s body fall and make a few sickening cracks as it tumbles to the bottom, landing face-first in a small stream. At first, the body makes a dam for the water, blocking its passage; soon, though, the water breaks through, coming to the other side of the body and moving John’s blood with it.

Cal stares at the mangled body below him. He had killed people before; many times, in fact. Vampires have to eat. This was different, though; he wasn’t hungry for blood when he killed this man. All that was on his mind was you. I killed this man for you, he imagines announcing to you. I killed him so that we could be together. With John out of the picture, there wasn’t much standing in the way of Cal being with you. He covers his tracks as he exits the woods, returning to his apartment in a state of bliss. He spends the rest of the day inside, lounging with Buttercup, waiting for John’s body to be discovered, and dreaming of the domestic bliss he’d soon be living with you in.

[houseoracastle]

[THE ELUSIVE]. Please welcome [EMRYS ROSSER (HE/THEY)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [20]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [THE COMMUNE]. You may see them around working as a [WATCH RANGER (EAST)]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

—IN CHARACTER

Name: Emrys Rosser Age: 20 Birthday: February 4th Hometown: Huntsville Occupation: Watch Ranger (and half-reformed pickpocket)

BIOGRAPHY

tw: abuse, neglect, drug use

born and raised in huntsville and has never left

his parents were junkies living in his grandfather's trailer (and stealing the old man's social security checks until the day he died)

emrys was an absolute accident and was given the same name as his grandfather

he's pretty sure he got that name so his parents didn't have to try and think of something else

they never really expended much energy on emrys

he was the first kid dropped off at the lady's trailer who watched kids all day and usually she'd have to walk him home after all the other kids had been picked up

"it takes a village" really applied to emrys when he was too little to fend for himself

the others living in the trailer park sort of took turns feeding and washing the child when they could

when he did see his parents they didn't have anything to do with him really

after emrys turned 5 his mother disappeared

people are pretty sure they saw her hop into a van with another man she seemed pretty close to

emrys' dad somehow got even worse and less attentive after that

it was around this time that emrys' klepto-tendencies really took hold

he used to very occasionally take small things like sticks of gum or pencils or toys from other kids

after his mom left he couldn't stop himself from pocketing his teacher's keys, a magnet at the gas station, the necklace a kid brought for show and tell, etc.

as time went on he got better and better at not getting caught stealing

so good he was even picking pockets by the time he was ten

school was never really the biggest priority for him

he might have liked school if anyone had ever had the time to get him there and pick him up after

but it was rare that he showed up on a consistent basis

the paradox happened when he was only nine years old and it sort of fucked up his life even more

the early days of hiding and praying were terrifying

after the symbols to protect their homes were found he realized he had the new responsibility of making sure their trailer was all locked up after his dad got home for the night

and if there was no sign of his dad an hour before dark, emrys had the responsibility of finding the man and dragging him to safety

he did this for years

when emrys was fifteen his father was killed by the monsters

he had been at a friend's house

some people say they saw his father get home close to 6pm and that they saw emrys leave (and deliberately leave the door and a couple windows open) around 7:30pm, just before sunset

these are just rumors though and emrys is more than happy to point that out

the few weeks before his father's death there are reports of emrys showing up to school with bruises or seeming more put out than usual

again, just rumors

emrys made the decision to move to the commune after his father's death

he got by stealing ration cards from people and sometimes picking the pockets especially of newcomers to the town

recently made the decision to join the rangers

nobody saw it coming and it's probably difficult to understand the change for him

but emrys has his reasons

[writerpeach]

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Exhaustion was the only thing you knew of late.

Your body never got used to working sixteen hours a day, surrendering to the mental punishment as you finished out the work week from hell. Just a few feet from your car to the doorway, yet it felt like you were about to walk ten miles to enter your apartment.

It took three tries to enter your pass code, your key lock timing out after being too tired to enter the final number. Sluggishly you entered, almost collapsing on the ground with the door shut behind you, barely having enough energy to slip your shoes off before crashing on the couch.

“Welcome back!”

The two words were scarcely enough to keep you from passing out. The owner of said words appearing in your view was a sight for sore eyes known as Son Hyejoo. The perfect mixture of cute and sexy, rushing to leap into your lap like a pet gone all day waiting for your return.

“I missed you, daddy,” she said, her gaze firmly fixed upon you, batting her long eyelashes. The weight of her body on your lap slowly released a week’s worth of built-up tension.

“Missed you too, Hye. Sorry I’ve been gone so long,” you said, using whatever remaining energy you had to pull her in for a kiss, tasting the unique sweetness on her lips.

“Don’t be sorry. I know you’ve been busy,” Hyejoo said, resting her forehead against yours. “Do you think about me at work, daddy?”

“Of course, baby.”

“What do you think about?”

“All the things I get to do to you when I get home,” you said.

“Like what, daddy?”

“Ripping your panties off so I can see your pretty little pussy. Pulling your hair, pounding you from behind, spanking your tight ass so hard I can see my handprints on you.”

“Fuck, daddy, that makes me wet,” Hyejoo said, biting her lip deeply.

“Does it, baby?”

“Yes, daddy. Do you get hard thinking about me at work?” Hyejoo asked.

“I do, baby. I’m always too busy to do anything about it.”

“You poor thing. Just throbbing in your pants all day just thinking about ruining your princess?”

“Yes, baby. It drives me crazy.”

“I think about you all day too, daddy. You've been gone so long today…”

“Have you been touching yourself, Hye?” you asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t cum yet. It was hard, I spent the entire morning just riding your pillow, it still smells like you. I was so close but didn’t finish, just kept edging myself to you, daddy…”

“Good girl. You must be so needy and desperate for me, aren’t you, Hye?” you asked, caressing her cheek as she leaned into your touch.

“Yes, daddy. I need to cum really bad…”

"I was just going to go to bed when I got home."

"You can't...”

"Why not, Hye?"

"I'm going to keep you up, daddy."

“You better hurry then. My bed looks awfully cozy right now.”

“I know just the thing that will wake you up.” Hyejoo’s triangle lips curled into a smirk while she began slowly undressing, removing her clothes one by one until her nude form was on your lap. Every inch of pale bare skin was yours to be feasted upon, and as always you couldn’t find a focal point— whether it be her full creamy thighs, her huge pale breasts or any other part of her scrumptious body you wanted to mark up.

“I’m suddenly full of energy,” you said, the sight of Hyejoo’s nakedness reinvigorating you back to life, her lips morphing into a beautiful smile.

“I’m all yours, daddy,” Hyejoo said, lifting her arms over her head to give you the perfect view. You could feel your pants tightening while your eyes roamed her body, feeling the silkiness of her thighs as you caressed them. Her large breasts became your next target, trailing your hands up her warm body and giving them a gentle squeeze, fingertips kneading her soft flesh to grab as much as you could.

“Daddy…” Hyejoo whined, your fingertips squeezing as much of her tits as possible.

“Yes, Hye?”

“Taste them, please. They’ve missed your mouth so much.”

“Not yet, baby,” you replied, massaging her perfect breasts, thumbs flicking over her sensitive rosy nipples. Her nubs quickly hardened, toying with them in response. You pinched them both, tugging at them playfully, rolling them in between your fingers before moving back to squeezing her mounds.

“Daddy, please!” Hyejoo begged, the playful assault on her nipples sending her senses overboard. You gave her just an ounce of what she wanted, swirling your tongue around her nipples several times before pulling back, pressing her breasts together to create a divine cavern you licked up and down.

“I’m really wet. Daddy, please,” Hyejoo continued begging, her eyes filled with deep desire.

“Be patient, baby. I didn’t tell you to touch yourself, did I?” you said, staring up at the need in her round eyes, planting your lips on her bare chest everywhere but her breasts, kissing delicate skin in several spots.

“I couldn’t help myself,” she pouted, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Hyejoo looked so damn adorable that you couldn’t help but give in, squeezing her ample breasts one more before diving in. Your lips hungrily latched onto Hyejoo’s swollen nipples as she tilted her head back and moaned into your ears, your hands cupping her heavy breasts to devour them like the mouthwatering meal they were.

“That feels so good, daddy,” Hyejoo moaned, cupping the back of your head and pressing your face firmly into her tits, smothering you with her delicious cleavage. You felt all troubles from the week melting away as you rested between her soft pillowy breasts, wanting to live trapped in between them.

“Missed these tits so much, Hye,” you said, giving in to being suffocated by her chest. “It’s all I think about at work.”

“They’ve missed you too, daddy. I can play with them when you’re not around, but it’s not the same.”

Released from the clutches of cleavage you returned your lips to her rosy buds, burying your face in her breasts and nibbling on them, earning sweet whiny moans for your efforts.

“Daaaaddy…” Hyejoo whined, letting her eyelids shut tight. “You must love my tits so much, your mouth feels so good on them, don’t stop, daddy, please.”

“I would never, Hye,” you said, maintaining your oral assault on her breasts, tasting the sweat and lust on them. The combination of teasing licks, slurping and playful bites Drove Hyejoo crazy.

“I really need your cock,” Hyejoo whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “Need it so badly.”

“Where do you need it, baby?”

“Down my throat. I need it to gag me, I need to choke on it, I want my eyes to water. I’m so hungry for your cock, daddy, please feed me.”

"Come get what’s yours then.”

With an eager smile Hyejoo hopped off your lap, lowering to her knees and undid your pants, dragging them down to your ankles alongside your boxers. Your unleashed shaft throbbed in her delicate hand, released from its fabric restraints as she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking every single inch from base to tip.

“You’re really hard for me, daddy. It must be so difficult waiting all day for me to suck your cock, isn’t it?” Hyejoo asked. She licked up your length, swirling her wet tongue around your swollen sensitive tip to lap up every leaking drop, planting kisses up your throbbing shaft in between.

“You have no idea, baby.”

Hyejoo’s needy lips parted with your shaft, filling her mouth and taking every inch inside, gagging herself willingly. You rested your hands on both sides of her head, letting her do most of the work yet encouraging deep movements. Her hands held onto your thighs as she fucked her own mouth, choking and gagging on your throbbing cock without hesitation, keeping her throat stuffed while bobbing her head furiously, doing her best to pleasure you.

“Fuck, Hye, just like that, “ you encouraged, staring into her watery eyes while she kept your length deep inside her warm throat, gargling on hard flesh hungrily and leaving a trail of wet messy saliva covering your shaft.

“Good girl, “ you purred, watching her rapid movements, her soft lips slurping and gliding up and down your shaft with ease. You let her do most of the work but ever so often forced her head down your base, holding her there as long as she could manage, her cute nose pressed flush against your stomach.

“Do you want to move to the bedroom, Hye?” you asked, withdrawing your grip from her head, letting her move her lips off your messy shaft with a loud gasp for air.

“No, daddy, you’re tired,” she replied, shaking her head and vigorously jerking off your cock, spitting on it even more. “Let me do the work.”

Her determined eyes were impossible to ignore and you sank back into the couch, awaiting what she had planned next. More drool spilled out of her lips, coating your shaft even more, glistening in the lights. Hyejoo looked into your eyes with a big grin, slipping your shaft in between her huge pillowy breasts and trapping it between her cleavage, squeezing them tightly.

“Oh god, Hye,” you moaned, the sight of your shaft being smothered by silky flesh usurping your senses as she began grinding her chest against your pelvis, creating perfect friction.

“I know this is what daddy really likes,” Hyejoo said, spitting repeatedly between her cleavage to keep your cock lubricated, cupping her breasts to prevent your shaft from escaping from the warm comfort. You loved every moment. Unable to control your moans while watching your cock disappearing in between Hyejoo’s heavenly mounds, soft flesh surrounded your throbbing shaft, every strike of pleasure shooting up your spine, sending intoxicating bliss from head to toe.

“I love hearing you moan for me, daddy,” Hyejoo said, smiling widely, keeping her breasts firmly wrapped around your cock. “It makes me even wetter knowing how good I’m making you feel.”

“You’re doing such a good job, fuck,” you said, trying to keep a trace of awareness while melting into the couch at the intense ecstasy Hyejoo’s perfect breasts were causing.

“You’re not going to cum yet, are you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, tiling her head sideways, licking your tip every time it reappeared from her cavern.

“I might if you keep doing this. I’ve been so built up thinking about you, baby.”

“I better take you inside me then, daddy,” Hyejoo said, using her breasts to relish more pleasure out of your cock.

Hyejoo straddled you once more, wrapping her full creamy thighs around your waist, wasting no time in getting straight to the point. Lining herself up carefully her hips slammed down, sinking down and impaling her dripping heat, hungry wet flesh eagerly swallowing up your needy cock.

“Fuck, daddy fills me so well,” Hyejoo said, not hesitating nor needing to adjust. Her body moved with purpose to find a steady rhythm.

She gave herself in completely, resting her hands on your chest while you reciprocated and grabbed her wide hips, her increased pace strengthening your willpower to not immediately bust inside her.

Wet warm flesh wrapped around your shaft, demanding you be kept inside Hyejoo’s tight body, clenching around every throbbing inch while you watched her ride you with renewed fervor. Your hands explored her body while her beautiful breasts bounced, hypnotizing you with every ripple, the pleasure in your bodies increasing tenfold.

“You’re throbbing so much for me, did you need my pussy this much?” Hyejoo asked with a hint of a smirk, returning her expression with a slap to her backside, earning a loud gasp.

“Only as much as your pretty little cunt needed my cock,” you replied back, exchanging smiles at your mutual need for one another.

There was something beautiful about the way Hyejoo rode your cock, every inch splitting her insides at the perfect angle to fuck herself with. You were more than content to enjoy the show, keeping your eyes glued to her bouncing breasts and slapping her warm cheeks after each stroke.

“D-daddy, I’m getting close,” Hyejoo said, showing surprising resolve to not cream on your cock immediately due to her own orgasm prevention, each bounce teetering towards the edge and contorting her face in pleasure.

“Cum for me, Hye,” you whispered into her ear, your fingers kneading her plump backside, slapping the tender skin.

Hyejoo’s deep lip bite signaled the end was in reach, alternating spanks on her rear to help chase her release, the rapidly pulsating walls of her pussy and the prominent wetness soaking your crotch grew by the second.

“Ah, I’m cumming, d—” Hyejoo could barely finish her sentence before her climax shook her body like an earthquake, wrapping her arms around your neck and held on tight, desperate to anchor the tidal wave of an orgasm. Her eyes momentarily shut while her toes curled and back arched high, gyrating her hips to grant herself as much pleasure, trying to extend her high for as long as possible.

“F-fuck, daddy,” Hyejoo breathlessly said, barely able to open her eyes back up. “You made me cum so hard on your cock.”

“I know, Hye. Good girl.”

“Your turn now,” she said with widening eyes, words that couldn’t be agreed with more. No longer did you feel zapped of energy, your second wind coming just as soon as you were. You picked Hyejoo’s frame up and placed her on the couch still buried inside her warmth.

“Gonna fill you up, Hye. I’ve been dying to do this all day,” you said, looking deeply into her glazed-over eyes, thrusting carelessly, pistoning your hips with desperation to earn your release.

“Cum inside me, please please daddy,” Hyejoo begged, wrapping her legs tightly around your waist, locking you in place. “Breed your little slut, drain every drop inside my tight little hole. Please, daddy, give me everything you have, fill my womb with your seed.”

Finding the crook of her neck you sucked harshly on her skin to leave a mark, (something Yerim wasn’t going to like but you didn’t care), your balls tightened with each thrust, spearing yourself into her wet dripping flesh.

“Gonna breed you so fucking full of my seed, Hye, fill that pretty pussy up, “ you growled, hips frantically moving, smacking into her heavenly flesh. "You're all mine."

Burying yourself as deep as you could go you moaned loudly as your throbbing shaft erupted hot cum into her tight pussy, thick creamy spurts flooding her walls, milking every drop from you until she was filled to the brim.

Coming down from your high you kept the movements going, sending your load into the depths of her womb where it belonged, using shallow thrusts until you had no more energy to move.

“Fuck, baby. You really drained me,” you said, gasping for breath, still weary from the exertion.

“That was the point, daddy. I’m happy I made you cum so much. It’s so warm and thick, I want it to stay inside me forever.”

“Me too, Hye,” you breathlessly said, giving her one chaste kiss while your sweaty bodies stayed tangled.

“Don’t pull out, daddy. Stay like this.”

“Of course, Hye,” you said, running a hand through her hair. You were both too tired to move so this just made it easier. One more kiss on her forehead before you drifted off into the night.

[bratkook]

girls like you. (m) kth

‘swear to god she's a blessing and a curse, should’ve learned from you’

pairing. taehyung x reader genre. smut, some plot (not really) word count. 26k warnings. three separate smut scenes: masturbation in a public bathroom, handjob, exhibitionism on a bus, tae creeps on oc’s nudes, brief mentions of oc being a sex worker, dirty talk, messy sex, praising, grinding, pussy job, cum swallowing, overstimulation, forced orgasms, oral (m. receiving), fingering, begging, use of sex toys (hitachi), color system, use of safe word (yellow not red), crying, edging, choking, cockwarming, oc is very much straight forward and ‘in charge’ but def not a dom summary. girls like you were the ones he desired from afar. girls like you weren’t the girls you take home to mother. girls like you knew the power they had over a boy like him and fuck, did he love it. note. this is a reupload of an older story that i took down to be re-edited. it’s essentially pure filth with some plot and it’s mostly an excuse to write something where Taehyung is a little submissive compared to the reader. also 100% inspired by the song girls like u by blackbear. please let me know your thoughts on this thank u ilysm !!

The daily commute from his home to university was always long and boring to put it simply. The monotonous routine was something he could do with his eyes closed. It started the same every morning, waking up with sleep still heavy on his lids, grabbing a quick bite to eat from the convenience store by the bus stop, and waiting in the differing degrees of weather until the hunk of metal creeped up the street. 

There was one plus to dragging himself out of bed at the ungodly hour of five am in order to catch the bus on time—really why did he ever think choosing morning classes was the way to go—regardless, the blessing came in the form of a near empty bus the second he stepped on.

Considering he was one of the first stops for this route, he’s lucky enough to always snag a seat. It's the same seat every time and he’s almost positive the regular riders knew this by now. Snagging a seat meant he could tuck his headphones in, rest his head against the window of the bus and pretend the way his head bounced back from the potholes wasn’t killing the last remaining brain cells he had.

What difference would a few brain cells be in the grand scheme of things? He couldn’t care less, always more focused on whatever was on his phone. The brightness was dimmed to an appropriate setting to not burn his dry eyes, strands of hair covering his face as he looked down at his lap, fingers scrolling robotically through his instagram feed and then switching over to his twitter.

It must have been a sign from god that made instagram crash that morning, causing an influx of annoying ‘is instagram down for anyone else or just me’ tweets that made him roll his eyes and choose to lock his phone and lift his head up from its permanent downcast position. He was getting a mean case of tech neck anyways, rolling his head and shoulders to release the awkward tension lingering in his muscles.

That’s when he noticed the eyes staring right at him. Had he looked up more often he would have known that those exact eyes had been watching him intently for weeks now, sitting and hoping he would eventually look up. He’s half expecting you to look away, embarrassed by being caught blatantly staring at him but instead, you tilted your head slightly and gave him a sly smirk, almost as if you’re taunting him to look away. And that’s exactly what he does, his eyes darting away and apparently his whole head wanted to follow, ramming against the window with a nice whack.

Great. Good going man.

He could feel his face burning with embarrassment, refusing to look up because he could just picture you laughing at him. Hell, maybe you were recording him with the purpose to post once instagram decided to get it’s shit together. With that in mind, it didn’t take much debating before he decided that repetitive tweets were more entertaining than making eye contact with you again, unlocking his phone and beginning the endless scrolling once more.

The long ride allowed him to eventually push his embarrassment aside, eyes lazily skimming the words on his screen, not digesting anything he’s reading. It’s not until the bus jolted forward at his stop that he took a chance and looked over at you quickly, noticing you were already up by the front, waltzing out of the doors before he could even get himself up from his seat.

A double take out the window confirmed that he was in fact at the university bus stop, hastily shoving his phone into his pocket and hurrying off the bus before the driver could get annoyed at his slow pace. 

Your silhouette was slowly disappearing through the crowd of other students and he had to snap out of his small daze once he lost you entirely, shrugging his shoulders at the odd encounter before making his way towards his first class of the morning.

His university is pretty large, the amount of students here bordering on absurd and it’s the main reason he chose to take the bus to school instead of driving because the parking lot is literally hell on earth. With all that said, he still couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t seen you before this morning. Had you always taken that bus with him? Also, how long had you been staring at him? Maybe it was just today, but fuck, did that mean he had something weird on his face...or maybe his hair looked jacked up in order for you to just stare.

“You good?” The sound of Jungkook brought him out of the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, coming to a screeching halt and settling back into the dust as he came back to reality. Once his eyes finally focused back in, he realized he’s been staring at some random girl a few seats down with a zombie like expression. No wonder she was now giving him a bizarre look.

“Fuck.” Too embarrassed to even attempt to apologize to his classmate, he averted his eyes and looked to his left where Jungkook sat, a concerned expression on his face as he took a giant bite out of his oversized breakfast burrito. “I’m good.”

Jungkook gave him a once over, narrowing his eyes as he chewed his food, a bit of egg lingering by his lip. “Bullshit.”

The look of disgust on Taehyung’s face was very evident, so Jungkook could only smile before taking yet another massive bite out of his burrito, making an absolute show of chewing the meal. 

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook laughed, blowing his friend a kiss before properly chewing and taking a gulp of his water. “You sure you’re good Tae? You were staring into the fucking abyss or something earlier.”

From first glance he definitely looked like he was really thinking about some deep rooted issues. His body had been slightly hunched over his desk, eyes zoned out on that poor girl but his mind was elsewhere. An array of emotions had played out on his face, features contorted into different forms of distress as he had a mental conversation with himself. So when Jungkook walked in and saw him in that state he just had to make sure he was alright.

“I’m fine, just had a weird morning is all.”

The next morning started off the same as always. Taehyung only had two morning classes today so he stayed in his sweats and hoodie, stopping by the convenience store to grab something to eat before getting to his bus stop. 

It was routine: his feet dragging along the sidewalk and coming to a halt beside the bench, mind still heavy with sleep, until a flash of a memory pops in so quickly it made him wince. 

That’s when he was reminded about you. 

You had left his mind after his first class yesterday, the stress of assignments taking over the part of his brain that was curious–and a little embarrassed–about your interaction. All that occupied his day was finishing that essay for his biology class, facetiming Jimin who needed help deciding between shirts before his date, and now the kimbap he currently had in his hand. 

But as he sat at the bench waiting for the bus, the only thing repeating in his mind was him smacking his face against the glass so hard his brain rattled, and unfortunately, his breakfast didn’t seem as appetizing anymore.

When the familiar hunk of metal pulled up in front of him he couldn’t help the small feeling of nerves bubbling up in his stomach. He felt a little stupid, how one situation was making him overthink little things when for all he knew you’ve been riding the same bus for months.

He shuffled down the aisle after swiping his bus card, head staring at the floor because he was a little scared to look up and see you on the bus already. Thankfully his usual seat was unoccupied—the last row at the back right next to the right window—so he made a beeline right towards it. 

Crinkling from his pockets filled the quiet bus as he finally settled into his seat, setting his backpack onto the floor right between his legs. Moving slowly in order to not draw attention, his hand reached in and pulled out the kimbap from his pocket, peeling it open and taking a bite off the corner. His eyes took a peek up, cautiously drifting over the few passengers on the bus with him and noticing that you weren’t on the bus yet.

Okay, my stop is before hers.

Taehyung’s body instantly relaxed into his seat, a small sigh leaving his lips. The creeping feeling of embarrassment faded away now, allowing him to fish his phone out of his pocket as he enjoyed his breakfast, fingers tapping as he scrolled and liked the occasional picture on instagram.

Considering it was a Wednesday morning all social media was pretty dead, so once he got to the end of everything, he locked his phone and just stared at the scenery blending together. 

Before he could fully zone out, something made his nerves light up. A small burning sensation coming from his left and he had an inkling of what it could be. Carefully, he lifted his head away from against the window and let his eyes travel over to where he just knew you were sitting.

Yup. There you were. A few seats closer than last time, sat in one of the single seats facing the aisles, staring right at him. His eyes trailed down from yours and couldn’t help but stare at the small bit of cleavage you had showing in your low cut shirt. A gold charm was resting between your boobs, cursive letters spelling out what he could only assume was a nickname. 

He only realized he was blatantly staring at your tits when the sudden movement of your hand coming up brought him out of his stupid fuckboy trance.

To be honest, he was expecting you to move your hand to lift your shirt up or flip him off, he wasn’t expecting you to tug your shirt down a bit further and lean over, placing your chin on the hand that was resting on your crossed leg. His wide eyes drifted up to your lips, seeing the gloss shining off of them, showcasing the little smirk you had on.

You were taunting him, seeing if he would look away this time or not, and surprisingly he hadn’t. He wasn’t looking at your boobs now though, his eyes were zoned in on your lips and the occasional pink bubble you would blow with your gum.

Deciding to take it a small step further, you leaned back a tiny bit and let your fingertips graze the top of your chest while maintaining your gaze on him. That was when his eyes shot down to your chest once more, seeing the heart outline tattoo on your pinky before quickly looking around the bus at the other riders who weren’t paying you any attention. 

When he finally got the courage to look directly at your eyes you just gave him a wink before leaning all the way back in your seat and deciding you were done with whatever the hell that was, leaving Taehyung sitting in his seat, slightly sexually frustrated and a little confused at how something so simple could rile him up.

When the bus jolted to a stop in front of the university you hopped up from your seat and headed off to your class with a hop in your step, satisfied with your little game. Taehyung could simply watch with a dumbfounded expression, immediately standing up from his seat and awkwardly holding his bag in front of him to try to hide his junk as discreetly as he could. 

This was embarrassing. Why was every encounter he’d had with you this far ended in him feeling embarrassed and you feeling accomplished?

Little did he know that’s how the majority of your encounters would go. The bus ride to school was now the leading cause of his blue balls and the highlight of your rather boring morning. He had now started to see you around school more often, whether that was because he was now looking out for you or purely coincidental, he wasn’t sure but he was certain you were taunting him. Especially with the outfits you would wear. They weren’t vastly inappropriate, but it seemed like every pair of shorts got a little shorter and every skirt a little tighter.

Obviously he knew he probably wasn’t the only dude who was on your radar, so it was a little self centered to assume you were doing this just to him, but it was definitely affecting him to the extent of his friends asking him what the hell was on his mind.

“Honestly dude, what’s your deal?”

“Hm?” he questioned, one hand on the lid of his coffee cup while his eyes stared at the table they were currently sitting around in the nearby coffee shop. Taehyung had been zoned out the entire time his friends had been talking about the upcoming party at Seokjin’s fraternity later this week. His mind just kept repeating the scene that unfolded on the bus earlier that morning with you, a skirt that was too short, and the way you let him catch a glance of your underwear when you accidentally opened your legs too wide when you went to cross them over.

“Like, what porn are you watching that constantly has you in a daze?”

“Yeah, send us a link or something!”

Taehyung frowned at his friends' comments, although they weren’t really too far off. He might not be thinking about porn exactly, but his thoughts were far from pure regarding you.

Jungkook was cackling obnoxiously as the rest of his friends cracked jokes about Taehyung being a porn addict, and honestly it was a shocker they hadn’t been asked to leave from the sheer volume coming from the group. Add the vulgar topic of porn to the mix and it was only a matter of minutes before the cute barista who had a huge crush on Yoongi would come over and shyly ask them to keep it down.

“Shut up,” Tae grumbled out, hand abandoning his coffee cup and aggressively rubbing his eyes. It was almost like he was trying to scrub the thought of you out of his mind like a dirty stain on his clothes.

Namjoon was the one who suddenly gasped like a child finding change on the floor. “Fuck, it’s not porn is it?”

That caused a couple of confused grunts to come from around him, choruses of ‘well if not porn then what’ and ‘no way don’t you see the difference in buffness between his arms he’s totally addicted to some weird shit.’

Taehyung sat up a little straighter, a small look of curiosity on his face as he glanced at Namjoon. Yes, his friend was the genius of the group in every sense of the word but he couldn’t have possibly figured it ou— “Who’s the girl you’ve been literally fantasizing over for weeks?”

Fuck.

Whoops and hollers were the next sound of choice from his immature friends, Hoseok going as far as violently shaking his shoulder while everyone teased him and that’s when Eunha finally walked over very timidly.  

“Hey Yoongi.”

Yoongi glanced up at the sound of his name, his smile growing a little softer when he noticed who it was coming from. Everyone knew she had a crush on him—including Yoongi himself—so they always tried to be as nice as possible to her. “Hey Eunha.”

She tucked a piece of her short hair behind her ear, her eyes drifting to everyone around the table before landing back on Yoongi. “Sorry, my boss is just saying you guys are being a little too loud and I don’t want him to kick you guys out so,” she pressed her palms together gently. “Could you guys just bring it down a tiny bit?”

“Shit, yeah. Sorry about that. We’ll keep it down, thanks babe.” A small blush tinted her cheeks at the pet name and she was only able to mumble out a meek okay before she scurried off with a giant smile on her face.

All of them watched her round the corner and slip into the employee only backroom, smiles on all of their faces until the door swung shut, and then they were back to all eyes on Taehyung. 

“So, who is she?” They all inched in a little closer at Jimin’s question, acting like fucking vultures, desperate for any bit of gossip Tae was willing to spill. They couldn’t be blamed though, they had witnessed their usual charismatic friend go from flirting with random girls and throwing jokes here and there to basically sitting in class in a weird zombie-like trance. But those were only the days where he had morning classes, so they just needed to find the connection between it all.

“Just some girl I ride the bus with to school.”

There was a beat of silence before Yoongi spoke up. “Okay, so ask her out?”

Now how was he supposed to come out and say that you and him had never really spoken, and he didn’t even know your name and you didn’t know his, and the only interactions you’ve had were very sexual in nature, but you’ve also never physically touched each other? He was stuck, only able to chew on his lips in thought, but luckily his friends took that as a cue to encourage him.

“Yeah man, ask her out or something! Especially if she’s got you this strung up.”

He wanted to laugh, really he did, but he also realized that he really didn’t have anything to lose when it came to approaching you. If he approached you and it didn’t go in his favor then he could just move on with his life. Pretty simple right?

That was how he found himself bolting up the second you did the next morning on the bus, standing a few feet behind you as the bus pulled up to the stop. You had chosen to simply stare at him every now and then during this particular morning, extremely PG compared to the other rides, so he thankfully didn’t have the majority of his blood rushing to his dick today. Because of this, he was hopeful he could actually say some words to you that didn’t make him seem like an asshole.

You stepped off the bus quickly, your heeled booties clicking against the steps and landing on the concrete smoothly, whereas his vans thumped the whole way down with a lot less grace in his haste, but he was able to catch up to you nonetheless.

He didn’t want to shout out your name because well, he didn’t actually know your full name aside from the cute charmed necklace you constantly wore, and what better way to garner more creepy points than to make it clear he stared at your tits. So he chose to jog up to you and place a hand on your shoulder, making your body come to a halt, but it was almost like you were expecting it with the half smile that graced your face.

“Hey, what’s your deal?”

Nice first words Taehyung.

You raised a brow at his remark, arms coming to cross under your chest as you watched him with clear amusement on your features. “My deal?” Your voice had him pausing momentarily, he was half expecting it to sound high and sweet but there was a slight edge to it, the sound a little lower in tone than he had mentally imagined.

“Uh yeah.” He let go of your shoulder and chose to fidget with the black beanie on his head instead, his palms going clammy. “You’ve been staring at me for weeks on the bus.”

You were staring at him intently, watching how nervous he was to even speak to you, not an ounce of shame on your face at being called out. The fact that he was even talking to you had caught you off guard. You weren’t really expecting him to ever say anything at this point since most men would have pounced for a chance to get a word in after the first time they had caught you staring at them.

“Does that bug you?”

“No!” He instantly shouted out, hands outstretched almost as if he was scared of offending you. “I just wanted to know why you…stare?”

You nodded along, your lips turning up at the corners slyly, tongue gently running along the bottom of your teeth as you smiled. “You’re nice to stare at.” His eyes widened at that and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked in that moment. Why did he seem like he was so out of his element? 

“And,” you started as you pulled a slip of paper and a pen out of your small side bag, quickly jotting something down before folding it in half. “I’ve just been thinking about how cute you’d look between my thighs for the past couple of weeks, so message me whenever you want.” You reached down and picked up the hand that was resting by his side, your fingers opening his palm and sliding the paper into it before closing it and just walking away without a second glance.

How could you just waltz away as if you hadn’t made him combust internally, calling him cute while slipping in a filthy thought. You hadn’t even cared to get his name before you admitted to wanting to sleep with him, and if this were a frat party and Taehyung was absolutely wasted that’s exactly how he would approach a girl too, but being on the receiving end made him a little unsure of himself.

The tiny folded paper in his palm was spread apart and that’s when he finally learned your actual name, along with your number which was written beside it in black ink and finished off with a heart.

He never got the courage to text you.

Well, not until he saw you on the bus the following morning with a damn lollipop in between your lips. The way you slowly trailed it up towards your lips was just asking for dirty thought to cross his mind. 

That was exactly your reason for doing it though, this was like a game for you, he just didn’t realize it and that’s what enticed you to continue it, torturing him slightly since he had failed to reach out to you.

You let the green lollipop rest on your tongue momentarily before gliding it down and letting the tip of your tongue circle around it, seeing his eyes widen slightly at the provocative action.

Taehyung looked around at the lingering passengers to see if anyone was watching whatever this was going down but there was no audience, there never seemed to be one. The only passengers were gathered towards the front, all engrossed in their books or phones so they don’t see the way you swirl your tongue around the candy.

You clearly had the art of seduction down by how quickly he could feel his pants tightening but he couldn’t help it. His eyes were glued on your mouth, the way you were enjoying that stupid sucker was way too sexual and it didn’t help that your eyes were piercing into him. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. With how fixated his eyes were you could tell what thoughts were floating in his mind, especially by the way he shifted in his seat.

Taehyung was currently hating his life with all he had in him for wearing sweats, gray sweats to top it off. Those are surely going to show the nice outline of his half hard dick when he gets up.

He really should look away from you but every time he tried, flashes of you between his legs would entice him to keep staring. There has never been a moment where he felt more like a pervert than right now and he almost felt ashamed to be watching you. Almost.

This was just fun for you, you weren’t dwelling on this as much as Taehyung was. You only ever thought of him when you woke up for class and wondered how you were going to subtly torture him on the commute to school. You wanted to see how far you could take it before he reacted differently, whether that be him approaching you in person once more or finally shooting you a text.

Would he ever make a move on you? It was hard to tell considering he never reached out and what man would turn down an invite for casual sex if he was semi interested. Would he ever tell you to stop? You obviously would, but the way he denied being bothered by you giving him attention just led you to believe he was very much into it.

The subtle shift in his seat also showed you how much he was into the little show you had for him. He had pulled his phone out, tapping on a new message with your name being typed in.

Why are you doing this– he quickly deleted that, the little line flashing as it waited for the next words to be typed out.

Do you enjoy giving me random boners this early– nope delete that too.

The feeling of the bus coming to a stop made him lift his gaze from his phone and back to you, a small wink was shot in his direction before you were standing up and walking your way towards the front of the bus, your lollipop making your cheek bulge out as you let it rest on the side of your mouth. Taehyung just watched you standing there, one hand gripping the metal railing above you as the bus approached the stop. You gave one last glance over your shoulder to see if he had moved before you stepped off the bus, taking the sucker out of your mouth and giving him a wicked smirk before popping it back in and sauntering off to your first class of the day.

Taehyung once again had a boner pressing against the fabric of his pants and he couldn’t help the groan that left him because dammit, this was happening too often. He was tired of having to daydream about nasty shit to get it to go away while you just pranced off satisfied with how you left him.

He hesitated in his seat for a moment, debating whether he should hop off and head back home so he could calmly deal with the current situation in his pants or if he could suck it up and actually focus enough during his first class.

The bus driver looked at his rear mirror and gave him an irritated look, and with that his decision was made for him. Well a compromise actually, he wouldn’t be able to focus in class when all he was thinking about was your lips around his cock and the fact that you admitted to wanting to fuck him, but he also couldn’t leave school entirely because he had a test his next class and the bus ride back to his house and back to school was too troublesome to bother with.

So he was currently headed to the boys restroom in the building his first class was in, a little more pep in his step because he was finally going to fix one of the problems you caused. Did he feel a little shame in him? Yes. He did. But he was currently blocking that out entirely. All he was thinking about was how great the feeling of his hand around his dick was going to be, and that alone was enough to get him to walk just a little bit faster.

He entered the building and climbed up the stairs two at a time, clearly in a hurry but who could blame him. Luckily most classes were currently in session and if someone didn’t have a class they were usually lounging outside or getting coffee nearby so he knew the bathroom would be free of people, proven right when he swung the door open and saw no one inside.

Taehyung walked to the stall the furthest away from the door and deemed it worthy enough before stepping in and locking it behind him. He took a deep breath as he stared at the wall in front of him, having somewhat of a mental debate. Had he really gotten to this point where he had to resort to jacking off in a bathroom stall?

He let one of his palms rub down his face for a moment, but only a moment because he had a problem to fix and right now his throbbing dick was way more important than his morals. So he shrugged off his backpack and hung it behind him on the hook and slid his sweats down along with his boxers, the material bunching together around his thighs.

Taehyung shut his eyes, not being able to stare at the porcelain toilet in front of him as he wrapped his hand around his cock, the feeling making a shudder run up his back. A gentle tug started his motions, his shoulders dropping from finally feeling some sort of relief after the show you had put on for him. The way your pink lips were wet from sucking on your candy made it easy to picture you between his legs, your lips coated in saliva from giving him what he’s sure would be the best blowjob of his life, chin messy as you stuck your tongue out for him.

He could almost feel his hands in between your hair, tugging on your strands as you picked up the pace, so he mimicked it himself, stopping momentarily to spit into his palm to make the glide a little smoother. 

Fuck, he really should have texted you, maybe then he wouldn’t be doing something as filthy as this. Maybe—no he definitely would know what this would feel like in real life, but his hand would just have to do.

A groan left his mouth as he tugged on his cock faster now, eyes squeezing shut as he pictured you sucking on the tip of it, your eyes looking up at him in the same piercing way they always did. He’d like to think that you’d deepthroat him, or tease him, maybe even edge him because you definitely liked to torture him. His mind was flipping through a million and one scenarios as his pace sped up, now hunched over the toilet, the hand that wasn’t pushing him over the edge of an orgasm pressed against the wall in front of him.

His hips started thrusting into his hand, joining in on the motion, a whine felt at the back of his throat begging to come out because of how desperate he felt for his release. The pent up frustration he had for himself, and how badly he wanted to fuck you, paired up with his thumb focusing on his tip every time he stroked up brought him to his orgasm. A choked groan left his mouth as his hips stuttered, his hand continuing to stroke himself rather quickly as ribbons of white shot into the toilet. His groans turned into soft whines as he kept up the pace, the tingles he felt on his dick from the oversensitivity felt too good for him to stop, he was way too desperate for this and it was disappointing that it was over. It wasn’t until his hips and stomach continued to twitch that he finally pulled his hand away from his softening dick.

Taehyung leaned his back against the door, feeling the material of his backpack against him as he slumped down. His forehead was sweaty and his chest was heaving from his orgasm but he was content with himself now, mind no longer whirling with thoughts of you and that damn lollipop. He grabbed toilet paper and cleaned himself up before wiping down the toilet seat as clean as he could and flushing the evidence down the toilet.

He secured the strings to his sweatpants once again and stepped out of the stall, standing a little taller, glancing from side to side and letting out a breath of relief that no one was occupying the urinals or stalls. After washing his hands he stepped back out into the halls of his university and headed down the stairs to go sit in the quad to wait for his next class.

You were going to be the death of him. How was it that you had this much power over him and were so unaffected by it? He needed to do something about this, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Taehyung ignored the notifications on his screen from his friends and opened up a new message, typing in your name before staring at the blank thread waiting to be filled.

Taehyung 9:40am : I hope you’re happy with the problem you gave me.

Was that the best message to send? Probably not, but he wasn’t letting himself think about it too much before the spark of courage left him so he tapped send and immediately backed out of the message, choosing to pretend to occupy his mind by reading the texts he got from Jungkook. The typical ‘are you dead’ texts he would send him if he ever missed class, along with a random text from Namjoon asking if he’d made a move on the mystery girl yet.

Taehyung jumped so hard his phone almost fell out of his grasp when it buzzed with a new text from you. His fingers couldn’t move fast enough to open the notification but his smile dropped instantly when he saw your response.

Y/N  9:51am : Who is this?

How should he respond to this? Were you joking? 

His lips were pursed as he stared at his screen, waiting to see the three little dots indicating that you were still typing, maybe saying it was a joke but they never popped up so Taehyung decided to be rational and realize that he literally never gave you his name.

Taehyung 9:53am : It’s Taehyung.

Stupid. You wouldn’t know who that was so he went back and started typing another response only stopping when another one of your messages popped up.

Y/N 9:54am :???

Taehyung 9:55am : Boy on bus

He left the messages open, staring at the screen and grinning to himself when he saw the notification pop up under his text, letting him know you had read the message. But when you never replied as the minutes went on, he started to feel a little dejected, so he locked his phone and shoved it deep into his pocket as he tried to go about the rest of his day.

Taehyung liked to think he was a very easy going guy, someone who doesn’t let little things get to him, but that was just him lying to himself. He was relatively chill about 70 percent of the time, but that remaining 30 percent? Oh boy, that was the over thinking, over analyzing, Taehyung.

“Are you okay?” Solji, the girl who sat next to him in his environmental science class asked him. They hardly ever spoke unless they were exchanging notes for upcoming quizzes, but with the way his face currently looked she just had to make sure he wasn’t going through something serious. She tried once more but when he didn’t answer she just shrugged and decided it wasn’t her business.

He had his brows furrowed so deeply there was a small little indent in between them, his eyes focused on the corner of his desk while his mind was trying to think of every reason you hadn’t responded. You could have lost your phone, or better yet maybe somebody had snatched it from you the very second you had read his message. Or maybe, your phone—or his—glitched and you never got the message at all.

Little did he know you were currently sitting in your economics class, tucked away in the back corner with your phone in your hand as the professor lectured with the projector screen on in the dark room. You were purposely ignoring Taehyung’s message, turning your read receipts on just to torture him further.

He had finally messaged you and unfortunately it was not with a invitation to fuck. It did however paint a smile on your face because you knew he was very affected by you from the message he sent.

All you wanted was for him to be more forward. You knew he had jacked off at school, he had to, so why couldn’t he just go ahead and say that. Spice shit up a little and talk about what he was thinking about when he did it. It’s the little things really.

You clicked back onto his thread in your messages, choosing now to respond to him. Your fingernails lightly clicked on your screen as you typed out a response and snickered before hitting send.

Y/N  11:37am : Oh? okay.

Taehyung felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and his heart stopped, eyes widening to the point where poor Solji was once again concerned about his well being. She was gonna ask him one more time if he was okay but his sudden movement had her flinching back and avoiding eye contact as he shoved his hands into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Oh fuck she responded. He thought to himself as he unlocked his phone to see the notification, he opened the thread and read the message, scrolling up and back down almost as if he was trying to refresh the page for more of the message to load because there was no way in fucking hell that’s all you sent him.

But it was. That much was made very clear after a few minutes passed and you didn’t send anything else.

It was almost like Taehyung’s mind was on autopilot. He had finished his test minutes prior, so he shoved his pencil and extra scantron into his backpack before he stood up and practically stomped his way out of the classroom.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t handle the mystery that was you. It would be very easy for him to just text back and get to know you but this was the 30 percent, over thinking, over analyzing, not chill Taehyung, and that was just not the way he did things.

Not chill Taehyung decided it was appropriate to bail out on his current class as well as bail out on the plans his friends had all made after classes. He decided it was perfectly fine to hop his merry self onto the bus and head on home. The plan was not very thought out, at all, but as he rode the bus home he just knew he would have to do some lurking to find something about you. 

While he was doing that driving his mind into the gutter, you were leaving your current class, heading out to meet your friends for a late lunch.

You had your phone held in your hand, almost hoping Taehyung would text back with something a little exciting, but he didn’t. That was fine by you though, he was right in assuming he wasn’t the only guy on your radar and although something about him made you want to pounce on him, if he wasn’t going to act on it then you weren’t going to dwell on it.

“Alright girls so what’s the plan for tomorrow night?” Hani spoke up, rubbing her hands together evilly.

“Be a child of god and go to sleep on time because I have a test the following day.” A chorus of boos followed all around, Sunmi even going as far as tossing a crumpled up napkin at Chungha who only rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Chungha. Just come out for a little bit,” you pleaded, grabbing her hands in yours and giving her the saddest puppy eyes you could muster.

“Ahh, no! You always do this Y/N!” she whined, throwing her head back in frustration. “But fine, only for two hours and I can’t get wasted.”

The three of you cheered obnoxiously, knowing very well that she would end up as trashed as all of you were, but that was a problem for tomorrow night. A problem for tonight however just occurred in the form of a notification on your phone.

You stared at it curiously, it was a notification from your blog that you used on occasion so you opened it up and smirked at what you discovered.

Not chill Taehyung had obviously gone home and did his lurking on you. Nowadays it really wasn’t hard to find anything on anyone considering how open people were on their socials so Taehyung was able to find your instagram with ease, especially now that he had your phone number.

He had scrolled through your feed carefully, seeing group photos with your girlfriends at parties, and an abundance of slightly suggestive selfies. There was one thing that was clear, you definitely had confidence in your body and he admired that.

Instagram only showed him a glimpse of your life and it wasn’t enough for him. Considering Taehyung had an account for every social media made, he knew you probably did too. So he took to a generic search, and even a reverse image search because he was so desperate it was pathetic. But it worked, because one certain photo you had uploaded on your instagram of you in a bikini with your face cut off was also uploaded onto a blog online.

At first glance he assumed it was just a generic porn blog that had reposted your photo, but upon further scrolling he noticed all the photos on there were of the same girl. You. 

His first instinct was to exit out of the site and act like he never found it, feeling slightly creepy at what his lurking had uncovered. But the curiosity was eating him alive, so he continued to scroll, seeing simple photos of you in lingerie; never revealing your face or anything else besides your ass and boobs. Along with that were some questions you would answer and with that he gathered that you had quite a bit of fans online.

There was one photo in particular that really caught his attention. The image was a little low quality, showing you with a black heart choker on and a stringy caged bralette that let your boobs pop out, your fingers slicked with something he could only imagine as they pinched your pebbled nipples. The heart outline tattoo on your pinky is what confirmed that it was in fact you in that photo, and that was enough for him to click the heart button on the bottom right to save into his likes for later.

What he didn’t know was that you checked your activity quite often. He also didn’t know that his blog, unlike yours, was not anonymous and had a stupid selfie of him as the icon.

So as he sat in his room and jerked off while thinking about you for the second time that day, you sat in the restaurant and giggled to yourself a little every time he liked a new photo, letting you know exactly what he was up to.

“Are you on that money pile blog of yours again?” Sunmi asked as she chewed on a chunk of butter soaked bread.

“Yes,” you responded simply, taking a sip of your drink and smiling when your friends cheered you on.

“How much have you made with it?” Hani asked curiously, pulling her shirt's neckline out to inspect her boobs. 

You thought about it for a moment; you started that blog to help you pay for school and have some left over for yourself and with luck on your side, it took off pretty quickly. While you did post provocative pictures online, they were all pretty timid in nature, so it was only a matter of time before you started getting messages of people interested in purchasing personal pictures or videos.

There were quite a few older men willing to send you hundreds of dollars for simple photos or videos, but the majority of your buyers were people around your age who chose to purchase access to your private account for a monthly fee. It was always funny to you how some of these people went to your school and either had no idea it was you, or chose to pretend they didn’t know you.

“Enough to pay off my tuition this semester and put some away.”

Chungha nodded to herself, thinking it was impressive. “Get your coin girl.”

The following morning Taehyung hopped onto the bus with a feeling of guilt settling into the pit of his stomach, a nasty churning sensation that had plagued him in his sleep. It made him forgo his usual kimbap breakfast, afraid he’d hurl it up the second he made eye contact with you on this ride and the last thing he needed was another embarrassing moment to add to the list. 

He shouldn’t have touched himself to those photos that you hadn’t sent to him exclusively, and he definitely shouldn’t have saved them in his likes. Sure they were on a public domain, but still, it made him feel wrong.

He slid into his seat of choice and shoved his earbuds in, drowning out the small hum that filled the vehicle. Taehyung was so focused on trying to fry out the memory of your boobs from his mind by blasting music that he hadn’t noticed the bus stop and the sound of chunky platforms making their way up the aisle.

You sat down a few rows closer than normal, analyzing him for a moment; his dark hair was covering his eyes partially, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his grey windbreaker, and his jean clad legs bouncing rapidly made it so clear he was nervous.

Perfect.

A smile graced your lips as you slipped your phone out, opening up the thread you had with Taehyung, with your very uninterested message being the last thing you had sent him. It’s almost as if the tiny devil on his shoulder called his attention, convincing him to peer over, almost jumping in his seat when he realized you were on the bus and a lot closer than before.

When he saw your attention on your phone instead of him for once, he couldn’t help but think that maybe you had lost interest in this little game. Maybe he had taken it a bit too far and knowing he had jacked off at school to the thought of you had turned you off.

That is until his phone buzzed in his pocket. Sharp eyes darting up and locking onto his right after, a knowing smirk on your face as you raised your hand and waved your fingers at him.

Y/N 8:09am : Hi bus boy.

Oh god.

Why was he so fucking nervous to talk to you god dammit. His eyes drifted back over to you, seeing you still staring at him, your head tilted in curiosity at why he still hadn’t responded.

With slightly trembling hands he begins to type out a response.

Taehyung 8:11am : Hey bu—

His fingers stop when a new message slides up on the screen.

Y/N 8:11am : Thanks for liking my pictures on my blog.

Y/N 8:11am : Saving them for later?

His stomach drops, mind playing a nice little montage of him scrolling through your blog and pressing that damn heart button as fast as he could. How could he be so stupid in thinking he was being discreet?

Taehyung 8:13am : Fuck im so sorry

He couldn’t look back up, his eyes focused on the three dots indicating your typing. It seemed endless. Were you gonna send him a giant paragraph calling him a pig or some other insult, tell him you had blocked his IP address and would be filing a restraining order on him?

Y/N 8:16am : No, it’s my pleasure.

He stared at the text in mild shock, the kissy face emoji at the end taunting him. Were you fucking with him? It honestly seemed like it considering you had hopped up off your seat and walked off the bus, your hips swaying in the small skirt you wore which only taunted him some more.

Taehyung let out a groan as he rubbed his palms into his face in frustration. What the hell was his deal? He felt like a prepubescent boy who had never spoken to a girl let alone slept with one. Maybe he was losing his edge. Regardless, he was done suffering through this alone so he was going to suck up his pride and seek out the help of his friends.

That was how he found himself once again sitting around the table in the small cafe they all frequented. The six of his friends gave him intent stares at he finished off his story, “And my dumbass didn’t think to maybe not like the pictures for later and she sent me this text the next morning.” He paused to slide his phone into the middle of the table with the message thread lighting up the screen, “And now I don’t know what the hell to do.”

Yoongi pressed his lips together as he shook his head, fingers adjusting the olive green beanie that he had on. “You’re a dumbass.”

Taehyung gave him a shocked expression, the wrinkles in his forehead only deepening when he saw the rest of the guys nodding along in agreement. “What the fuck?”

“What?” Yoongi spoke in a monotone, his eyes playfully narrowing at his friend, taunting him to try to defend himself. 

“How am I a dumbass?”

Jungkook rubbed his hands together momentarily, looking around at the others to see if they were gonna speak up or if he was gonna have to be the one to do it. “Look dude,” he started off when he realized no one was gonna put Tae out of his misery. “You have this girl throwing herself at you, straight up telling you she wants to fuck you, and instead of acting on it you chose to jack off to the thought of her?”

Now that someone had said it outloud Taehyung did feel a bit stupid. 

This was so out of character for him, he was the kind of guy who hit on girls at frat parties and didn’t bother getting more information besides their name before he was taking them upstairs, and now that you were giving him that treatment, he didn’t know what to do.

“Not only are you stupid for not sleeping with her, but who the hell lurks and gets caught? What a rookie mistake!” Hoseok hollers out, causing Jimin and Namjoon to laugh along with him, and Taehyung could only feel his face redden in embarrassment.

Jin had Tae’s phone in his hand, scrolling through the extremely underwhelming messages you two had sent each other when suddenly, it dinged and a new image popped up at the bottom. “Oh wow!”

That caught everyone's attention, all of them leaning over to try to get a glimpse at whatever Jin had seen but he had already locked the phone, the screen turning black and blocking the guys from seeing the teasing picture you had sent Taehyung out of boredom.

“Aw c’mon, what was it?” Jimin whined, staring at the still locked phone that was now in Taehyung’s hands, hands itching to grab the device. 

Taehyung sighed. Did he even want to know?

One glance from Jin told him he sure as hell should, so he dimmed the brightness of his phone before he unlocked it to open up your message. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes made out the image, almost causing him to choke on his spit and make a bigger fool out of himself in front of his friends.

There, sitting all nice and pretty in your thread of messages, was a photo of your thighs spread open, your fingers lifting up the tiny skirt you had on today to reveal a small sliver of the black lace panties you had on. Very suggestive, clearly intent to tease him. 

‘Just for you’, was the only message you had written underneath, no indication that you would send anything else. Taehyung could only stare at the photo in awe, eyes trailing down the smooth skin of your thighs, desperately wanting to zoom in, but he knew his friends would only clown him further. It was pretty timid in nature but still just as sexy.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned out, locking his phone and letting his head fall onto the wooden table like deadweight. No one had any reaction to the rattle of the table, simply stabilizing their drinks as they observed their friend having what appears to be a mental breakdown. 

“What did she send him?” Yoongi whispered to Jin.

“Something mildly NSFW.”

At that, Yoongi reached over and jostled his whole body with force. “Get the fuck up you imbecile. Respond to her!”

“What am I supposed to say?” Tae slurred, cheek smushed against the table and muffling his words.

“Fucking anything is better than the silent treatment dude. Like she just took time out of her day to send you something. You gotta at least tell her she looks hot, or that you like the picture.” Jungkook rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious response, and honestly it was, this was sexting 101. 

“You’re right, I guess.” Taehyung lifted himself back up and unlocked his phone once more, staring at the screen with a distraught expression. “The fuck do I say though?”

Hoseok hummed in thought, tapping his chin as he stared at the lid of his cup. “Depends, what kinda photo was it? Full nude or like a tease?”

“A tease.”

“Oh! Tell her something like, she’s gonna be the death of you, or something along those lines. I’m sure she hears she’s hot all the time, so that's too basic.” Jimin speaks up proudly, his smile widening when Taehyung nods and begins typing out a response with slightly shaky fingers and hits send.

The little sound of the message being sent causes the whole group to let out a sigh of relief, slumping back into their seats and taking sips of their drinks.

“Who knew we’d have to resort to coaching Kim Taehyung on how to sext.” Namjoon snorts, earning a couple of laughs in return, and Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh too because honestly how ridiculous. 

The conversation flows easily once Jungkook starts talking, everyone momentarily forgetting about Taehyung’s situation, which he was grateful for. The current topic at hand was the party that Jungkook and Hoseok were having in a few days at their new apartment, but his attention was taken away from that when he shockingly received another text from you.

Y/N 7:36pm :Now we can’t have you dying on me.

Y/N 7:36pm : In the mood for some drinks? A couple of friends and I are going out tonight.

Y/N 7:37pm : You should come.

He stared at his phone in thought. Fuck, he wanted to go so bad, but because he had spent all day yesterday jerking off to the thought of you he had procrastinated an assignment that was due tonight. Not chill Taehyung was going to be his downfall. 

Taehyung 7:40pm : I wish I could, I have a deadline at 11

Taehyung 7:40pm : Next time?

On the other side of the screen, you were laying in bed in the same outfit you had on earlier, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt as you read his response, a small smile on your face.

In all honesty you weren’t even expecting him to respond to your photo anyways, so this caught you off guard.

Y/N 7:42pm : I’m holding you to that bus boy.

So as you went out with your friends, throwing back shots and dancing your life away to the song playing at the club you guys loved, Taehyung sat at home typing out a bullshit paper as his phone watched your instagram story from time to time.

By the time he was calling it a night after he turned in his assignment you were still posting videos of your friends dancing and pouring drinks into your mouth straight from the bottle. You clearly knew how to have a good time and he couldn’t help but feel a tiny twinge of regret at not going out when you had invited him to.

That same regret seeps into the following morning, rewatching your stories and imagining how much fun he would have had if he decided to forget his assignments and go out with you. It’s safe to say that he was honestly not expecting you to hop on at your usual stop, mainly because he knew from your posts that you didn’t call it a night until 4am and it was currently 7:20am. So, when he saw you step on the bus, he was slightly shocked.

The regular attire he was used to was missing, normally styled hair now up in a messy bun, a thick pair of shades on, and an oversized flannel barely hanging over your shoulder. It was very obvious that you had just rolled out of bed. 

His reaction time was a little slow, but when he saw you continue down the aisle and getting closer to him, he tensed up and held his breath, not releasing it even as you took it upon yourself to sit down right next to him. The two of you being the only passengers at the back of the bus.

“Hi,” you spoke out, turning to look at him as he tried his best to just face forward. A sweet smile passed between you when he finally turned towards you and gave you a small hello in greeting.

That satisfies you, so you wiggle in your seat to get comfy, your hands pulling out a book from your bag and starting to read it to pass the time. Taehyung visibly relaxes at that, happy that your attention was on the book instead of him because he wasn’t sure if he could make it through a conversation this early without embarrassing himself.

You take note of his relaxed frame, his head resting against the window and one earbud in his ear playing some song you couldn’t quite make out. That was when you decided to make your move, your eyes still trained on your book as you let your right hand trail up onto his thigh, letting it rest there for a moment to gauge his reaction.

His thigh tenses instantly at the sensation. “You can tell me to stop and I will,” you whisper, your hand already retreating. You knew he was attracted to you but you weren’t gonna do something to him if he was uncomfortable.

Taehyung sits there for a moment, having an internal debate, because fuck does he want you to touch him, but he’s also on public transportation and he’s not sure what the fine is for public indecency. The inner debate is splayed on his features, but in the end the pros outweigh the cons, so he reaches out and grabs your hand, placing it higher up on his thigh.

“No, keep going.”

It was genuine curiosity to see how far you would actually go, and when you told him to put his backpack over his thighs he knew you were being serious. He listened to your instructions and waited with baited breath as he felt your fingertips trail around his crotch, ghost touches sending a small shiver down his spine.

His dick was already twitching in his pants and you had barely even touched him. Your fingers tugged on the string of his black track suits and slipped behind the waistband of them, trailing down his skin and feeling his stomach twitch at the contact. You settled with palming him over his boxers, hearing Taehyung let out a small grunt at the feeling, his dick slowly hardening under your touch.

He was very responsive to your touch, thighs tensing up as he tried to fight back the urge to buck his hips for more friction and it fueled your excitement. 

Considering this was a risky move, you decided to stop torturing him with teasing touches and finally slid your hand past the material of his boxers, wasting no time in wrapping your hand around his thick cock.

Taehyung could feel the blood pumping in his ears as he dropped his head forward with a choked gasp, resting his forehead on the seat in front of him because he knew he wouldn’t be able to disguise his facial expressions if anyone were to look back.

Every jerk of your hand made his breath hitch. Your hands felt like magic, pulling up to twist around the swollen head and gathering his precum before coming back down. God, he wanted to rip his pants down so he wouldn’t feel so confined.

In the perfect display of nonchalance, you still had the book in your left hand, eyes cast down on the page as if your right hand wasn’t focused on his sensitive tip with determination to make him break down. On occasion, you would glance over and smile to yourself at his facial expression, seeing how his eyes were screwed shut as his forehead rested on the seat, alternating between chewing on his bottom lip or just licking his lips and leaving his mouth open as he tried to suppress the moans he wanted to let out. 

“Fuck.” The first crack to his exterior had him finally mumbling out as you picked up the pace, his eyes opening up and looking over at you for a moment, needing to solidify that he wasn’t imagining this. There would be nothing worse than coming face to face with his bed sheets as he awoke from a dream instead of you actually getting him off. 

But there you were, looking so at peace, staring at him with an innocent smile like you weren’t about to make him cum in his pants embarrassingly quick. “You close?”

He let out a small whine as he nodded, finally losing the final bit of self control and bucking his hips to meet your hand, hearing the small thump of your palm against his skin. “Cum for me. I wanna feel you make a mess.”

With eyes sparkling with mischief, you tightened your grip on him as you sped up, your bottom lip being chewed on by your teeth while you watched him come undone. His eyebrows were furrowed, a small frown on his face as he opened his mouth in a silent moan, something you desperately wished you could hear. Harsh pants of breath fanned across the back of the seat as he groaned, fingers gripping the material of his backpack to stop himself from digging his nails into his palm as he neared his release. With a few more pumps, his whole body tensed up as he finally came, stomach twitching while you milked his orgasm.

Taehyung vision blanks for a moment while aftershocks filled his body, dots of light flickering across his eyes until it all came back, and as he realized you were staring at him in awe he could have sworn he was gonna cum again. Your hand was still slowly pumping him, feeling his dick twitch at the overstimulation but he couldn’t get himself to tell you to stop, enjoying the small ache of sensitivity too much. 

It wasn’t until he started to softly grunt at the pleasure that turned painful that you pulled your hand out of his pants, content smile spread across your lips. Taehyung sat there limp, his body feeling like absolute jello, thighs still shaking from his climax. He can already imagine how unsteady his legs will be once it's time to get off the bus. 

You stared at your hand, eyeing the small milky beads of cum on your fingers and you didn’t think twice before popping them in your mouth and sucking on them as you stared right at him. “That was fun. Thanks bus boy.”

He watched in a daze as you stuffed the book back into your bag and got up from your seat, giving him a wide smile while you walked up to the front of the bus. It was only then that he realized both of you had arrived at your college, the boring commute speeding by thanks to your antics. With a spared glance at the displeased bus driver, Taehyung shot up from his seat, cringing at his still sensitive dick and the uncomfortable sticky feeling in his pants.

You were absolutely going to be the death of him

Taehyung was weak, bottom-of-the-food-chain, top tier simp material for you. All it took was one handjob for him to be stuck on you, constantly waiting for any form of interaction you would give him. It was pure infatuation—and a little pathetic—but he wasn’t sure how he felt about you. It was like his brain was torn between trying to get to know you in a more personal way, or just going with the flow and fucking you like you had originally offered. It just made him feel more confused, and a little naive, because it was so clear that you had no romantic feelings for him.

This experience had filled Taehyung with a small sense of guilt, he now knew how the girls he treated this way felt. The constant stringing along and nonchalant carefree aura he would have when he would hook up with girls who clearly wanted more, it was fucking frustrating being on the receiving end and even more frustrating because he knew if he really wanted it to stop all he had to do was ask.

But Taehyung couldn’t get himself to ask you to stop. You had a grasp on him, and you did it so easily, which is why when he didn’t see you on the bus the following day he felt his heart drop a little. 

Sure, he hadn’t noticed you prior but considering it had been a few weeks of constant contact in one form or another, he just found it a little odd now. His hand was twitching with the urge to send you a text and ask if you were feeling okay but he stopped himself in fear of sounding like a clingy mess. 

“Any progress on the mystery babe?” Jungkook asked as they waited in line at the fast food joint near school. 

Taehyung smirked a little at that, memories of yesterday's random handjob coming back to mind. “Sort of.”

Jungkook scoffed, “Sort of? Dude c’mon, just shoot her a text and tell her you wanna hang out, or be blunt and ask her to fuck.”

In retrospect that would be the typical route Taehyung would take, but there was something about you being so in control of this dynamic that had him so unsure of himself. “Look man, she’s different.”

“Oh no—“ And immediately Taehyung knew how that had come out. “Do not say you like her. You barely know her.”

He raised his hands in front of him, “No! Not like that Kook! I just mean that I don’t know how to act.” He let out a sigh, feeling annoyed with himself with this entire situation. “I hope I don’t sound like a total douchebag saying this, but I’m used to girls who let me take charge in situations you know?”

Jungkook nodded, staring at his friend as he spoke, “Girls that basically follow me around and let me decide if I wanna keep them around—and I hate how I sound speaking like that—but it’s the only way I can explain it.” He let out another defeated sigh, definitely something that had become a common form of expression for him. “She doesn’t do that shit, and I don’t know how to act like myself because of it.”

The younger man nodded again, knowing exactly what he meant. “I knew a girl like that, honestly the best two months of my life. Look dude, if she's making it clear that she doesn’t want anything serious then what's the dilemma? She’s confident in herself and you shouldn’t feel intimidated by that.”

Taehyung hummed at that, he was right as Jungkook continued, “And who knows, maybe she’ll help you realize that chains and whips excite you.”

And there was typical Jeon Jungkook. “I fucking hate you.”

Jungkook let out a cackle before turning his attention to the poor cashier who unfortunately had to hear the end of his statement. As he ordered for himself and Taehyung, the latter felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He was half expecting it to be a message from Hoseok asking him some dumb question, so when he saw your name on his screen he thought he was hallucinating. 

Y/N 12:17pm : Hope you didn’t miss me too much today

Y/N 12:17pm : Come to this

Y/N 12:17pm : You promised me next time bus boy

Attached to the messages was a photo of a party flyer he was very familiar with. It was the silly flyer Jungkook had spent around 5 minutes making to promote their party tomorrow night, and the fact that you had come across it either meant it really got around or you had a mutual friend. 

He looked up momentarily as Jungkook tapped him, motioning for him to follow to an empty table as they waited for the food. Taehyung blindly walked behind him, eyes downcast on his screen as he typed a response. 

Taehyung 12:19pm : I’ll be there

Your response was instant and it caught him off guard because you usually lagged on messages. 

Y/N 12:19pm : I’ll be waiting

But it seemed like Taehyung would be the one waiting. He was standing at the corner of the living room with a drink in his hand and his phone in the other, waiting for you to text him as his eyes scanned the current room. 

Jungkook stood beside him, animatedly talking to a cute girl who had grabbed his interest, too busy to notice his friend eyeing the room like a hawk. Taehyung wanted to wander off and find someone for himself, but the idea that you would eventually be here kept him glued to one spot. 

It was nearing midnight and people were already making messes of themselves, passed out on the couch and some even on the front lawn. Jungkook and Hoseok’s new place was more spacious than their last, but it was definitely overcrowding so people were coming in and out frequently from the front to the backyard to get some fresh air.

“I'm gonna go get another drink.” He told Jungkook, who waved him off and continued his conversation while Taehyung made his way to the kitchen. 

He used the same cup he had in his hand and filled it up with vodka and cranberry juice, his favorite drink of choice right next to drinking it straight. Then suddenly, it was like a magnet forced him to look up and over his shoulder, and that's when he spotted you and your group of friends. 

You all walked in with big smiles on your faces, one of your friends walking over to Hoseok and giving him a hug, and that's who he assumed the mutual friend was. Your hair was flipped over your shoulder as you played with it with your hands, small crop top showing just enough cleavage and your stomach, and Taehyung could just feel himself staring. 

That's when your eyes met his, and they glinted with something he couldn’t pinpoint. Your target had been acquired, and as he saw you making your way over to him he choked a bit on his drink. 

“Bus boy.” Was all you told him, a smile on your face as you easily slipped beside him against the counter, elbows resting casually on the cool surface as you leaned back.

“Hey...bus girl.” he awkwardly responded, feeling like an idiot immediately after. You only giggled, your fingers wrapping around his own on the cup as you brought it from its place against Tae’s mouth over to your own for a sip. 

“Mm, vodka cranberry?” You licked your lips, and his eyes were glued on them. “How’d you know that's my drink of choice?”

“Lucky guess?” He slowly responded back, gently taking the cup back from your grasp when you handed it over, his eyes glancing at the sticky residue your gloss left on the rim of the cup.

You were analyzing him, watching him standing there with an aura of unsureness around him. You see, you knew of Taehyung, had a couple of friends who had hooked up with him, and this is not what they described him as. They always told you he was assertive, the first to make a move and once he had he was aggressive in bed in the best way. That’s why he had caught your attention, you wanted to see how hard it would be to crack him, break him down until he was begging and pleading since he was so used to taking charge. The possibility of having him on his knees, holding on to your every word, made this sick sense of pleasure creep up your spine.

Taehyung was handsome, that wasn’t up for debate, but you could see him biting his lips almost like he had a million things he wanted to say to you but was afraid they wouldn’t come out right. Cracking him might be easier than you thought.

“Did I miss all the fun?” The question hung in the air for a moment as flashes from the night played through his head. Jungkook kicking out some dude for trying to piss in the kitchen sink, Hoseok doing a line of who knows what off some girls boobs and her boyfriend trying to fight him, among a plethora of incidents in the span of a few hours. 

“No, definitely not. The night is still young.”

You only stared at him, waiting for his eyes to finally look at yours instead of pretending like he didn't notice you. And finally, they did, narrowing a bit in suspicion as he wondered what you were thinking in your head. 

“So,” you began, confidently grabbing his drink again. “Have you taken my offer into consideration?”

He was so focused seeing your tongue lick your lips to catch the remaining moisture of the drink that he almost didn't hear your question. “I’m sorry, what offer?”

A small laugh left your lips at his question. “You really forgot already?” You only gave him a moment of silence before you continued, “The offer that involves you fucking me, or are you turning it down?”

Taehyung froze, taking in your facial expression before answering. Your mouth held the same sinfully evil smirk it always had, head tilted slightly as you handed his drink back to him and shot him a wink before you sauntered off towards your friends who had watched the entire exchange go down.

They instantly tugged your wrist and yanked you towards the sliding doors that lead to the backyard where a game of beer pong was going down. Chungha was all giggles, not being able to believe the new person of interest in your eyes was Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung on the other hand just let his eyes follow your body until the sliding door was shut once more. He had taken too long to respond to your question, his mind had been shouting at him to just blurt out that yes, he had taken your offer into consideration and he one hundred percent wanted to fuck you. Too bad his mouth decided to sew itself shut. 

He took another swig of his drink, swallowing harshly with a bit of determination set on his mind. By the end of the night he had to make a move on you, that much was for sure. He was tired of you always having the upper hand with every interaction you had. This party was his element for fucks sake, he was a seasoned pro when it came to sleeping with random girls at house parties. The only difference this time was that none of them had come on to him as boldly as you had, but that wasn’t a problem at all.

Jungkook slapped a palm on his shoulder, making his drink slosh in the cup and catching him by surprise. When Tae looked away from the sliding door and over to his left, he could see Jungkook was also looking in the same direction with a knowing smile on his face. “Oh man, she’s trouble.”

Tae’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “Wait, who?”

“Y/N, man. Who else?” He released his grip on the older one's shoulder, taking a sip of the beer in his other hand while he nodded his head in thought.

Taehyung was clearly out of the loop here, “How do you know her?” He mentally sorted through the girls he had seen Jungkook with in the past, even trying hard to remember any girls he had mentioned in passing and you had never come up.

Jungkook took another drink of his beer, wondering how to go about this carefully. He could be honest with Tae and tell him he had met you last semester at a club that was popular with the students at the university. How you had been the absolute best sex of his life for two steady months, and then suddenly dropped him without a care in the world—which would have absolutely crushed Jungkook if he let himself get attached but he hadn’t, he swore he hadn’t. He was kinda shocked and very amused that you had chosen his best friend as your new target, even if it was purely coincidental.

In the end, he decided being honest wasn’t necessary. “It’s not important, just know she’s pure trouble in the best way. Is she the bus girl you always talk about?”

That answer didn’t satisfy Tae but he was too busy thinking about how to make a move on you to dive deeper. “Yeah, she is.”

Jungkook nodded, hearing Jimin calling him from somewhere in the house with a very slurred voice. “Well, I hope you’re planning on making a move on her tonight or I’ll let all the guys know what a pussy you are.” He jostled Tae’s shoulders once more with a hearty laugh before running off towards Jimin who was surely drunk as fuck.

Outside of the house stood you and your friends, surrounding the beer pong game going on between Yoongi and Seulgi. Your eyes were peering behind you, staring through the glass doors as you watched Jungkook speaking to Taehyung for a brief moment. You smiled to yourself, knowing the small mess you might be causing between friends but not caring enough to stop it.

“This winning shot is for you gorgeous!” Yoongi shouted out, blowing a sloppy kiss out towards Sunmi before tossing the ping pong ball haphazardly towards the last remaining cup and somehow making it in. 

“That winning shot made me lose!” Sunmi erupted in laughter while everyone cheered at the end of the game. Seulgi rolled her eyes with a playful smile before chugging the last cup and walking back to your group.

“I don’t know how that fucker beat me considering his blood alcohol content should have his ass in a coma.” 

You laughed, throwing your arm over her shoulder and tugging her closer to you. “It’s because Sunmi told him that she’d give him her number if he got the winning cup. I guess desperation makes boys a little more sober.”

“Pigs.” She grumbled with a laugh, watching as Sunmi and Yoongi exchanged information, both of them looking like flustered children with blushing cheeks. “Anyways, are you gonna torture that poor boy inside all night?”

“Hm,” you hummed to yourself. “Is it really torture if I gave him a way in?”

“Oh please Y/N, has any boy ever taken to your advances that quickly? You’re intimidating as fuck, in the sexiest way possible. He’s probably not used to girls telling him shit like that so he doesn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, but Yuna told me he was blunt as fuck with her when they slept together.” Your eyes peered back inside, no longer being able to see Taehyung.

“Yuna? Kang Yuna?” You nodded, looking up at Seulgi and seeing a look of disbelief on her face, “Dude, she’s the most timid, shy, submissive girl I’ve ever met. Guys eat that shit up. That’s what guys like Taehyung are used to. You spicing it up has him second guessing everything, so I say you keep it up. Be two steps ahead of him.”

You knew she was right, even though this was an exciting game of cat and mouse for you, you'd be lying if you said you weren’t slightly interested in him for more than just a one night stand. 

“You gonna play?” Chunga popped in beside you, a grin on her face as she held a white ping pong ball in her hands. You smiled back and gave her a nod, letting her tug you towards the table being set up.

Yoongi stood wobbling on the other side, claiming to want to hold on to his winning title but the boy was clearly close to passing out from the amount of alcohol in his system. That was when another boy stood beside him, his frame towering over Yoongi’s and a charming smile on his plump lips as he tried to coax Yoongi into going inside to drink some water.

Chungha hummed in approval as she took his appearance in. “Wow he’s...”

“Yummy?”

She snorted out, “Oh yeah, definitely yummy.”

Yoongi was bickering with said yummy boy until Sunmi approached him again and put on her best flirtatious look to get him to follow her inside the house. He was done for after that, handing his friend the ball in his hand with a lazy wave, his half lidded eyes trailing down Sunmi’s body as she dragged him behind her. He probably thought he would be getting laid tonight but Sunmi was in mom mode, so unless he was ready to down a gallon of water and sober up, the only thing he would be doing is going straight to sleep.

“Hey, yummy guy, are you playing or not?”

He looked startled by the nickname, his hand coming up to point at his chest in confusion. When you and Chungha gave him a look that said yeah you his mouth opened up slightly before he was smiling again. “Yummy? Wow, can’t say I’m opposed to being called that.” He started to laugh at that and Chungha sighed at the sound, yup she was a sucker. 

“I don’t have a partner to play against you two.”

You stepped back from the table with a shrug. “Don’t mind me, he’s all yours Chungha.”

They instantly started chatting with each other, playful threats and possible bets being made for whoever lost this game, but you weren’t planning on staying to watch this go down. The friends you had left on the sidelines watched you saunter away and they knew exactly where you were headed.

You wandered inside the crowded home and let your eyes scan the room, the kitchen was immediately to the left of you, a group of boys huddled around the alcohol as they made drinks, but no sign of Taehyung. Grabbing the lone vodka bottle from the counter, you took a quick swig before you resumed your hunt, ignoring the nasty burn to your throat. 

A few more steps inside towards the living room didn’t reveal him either, too many bodies moving together to some random beat playing through the speakers placed around. There was a hallway to the left and another to the right, you chose to go towards the right side, side stepping random cups left on the floor. 

A few voices were at the end of the hall, coming out of the only open door so you continued near them, desperate to see a familiar face until you came to a stop in front of the bathroom. You rested your shoulder against the door frame, seeing Jungkook leaning over his friend’s hunched form as he clung to the toilet bowl. Although this was a familiar face, he was not the one you were searching for. 

As if sensing your presence, he looked up and over at you, a gentle smile gracing his face when he saw it was you. “You got the invite I see.”

You smiled back at him. “I did. So did the rest of my friends, you know, from Hoseok.” The drunken friend on the floor dry heaved for a moment, making Jungkook look back down at them and pat their back. 

“He’s probably on the front lawn smoking by the way.” He spoke again, not needing you to explain who you were looking for, and you were grateful because you weren’t in the mood to play dumb. 

You pushed off the door frame and stepped back, hearing him shout out a sarcastic ‘I know you miss me’ as you walked away. “Save it Jeon!” You playfully shouted back. You knew he missed you, he had told you plenty of times ever since you decided to stop sleeping with him. 

Of course Jeon Jungkook had been a good fuck, having been one of your favorite switches. Very true to his reputation, he could fuck you all night long with no issues, bringing you to orgasm enough times until you were crying for him to stop, while also letting you tie him up until he was the one begging—but he’d gotten attached. 

He could deny it all he wanted, but you sensed the change instantly. It creeped up in moments where he’d ask you to spend the night instead of leaving after hooking up, seeping into him asking you to hang out in day to day life instead of just 3am booty calls. And that just wasn’t something you were interested in having at the time. It wasn’t a jab at Jungkook, he was a nice guy if you were being honest, but that was old news. 

So as the music blasted in the house, sounding muffled to your ears, you walked with a purpose, weaving in between people as you crossed the living room and reached the front door. 

The fresh air met you the second you pushed the door open, loud bass spilling out of the house and into the front lawn, dimly lit up by the porch light. It allowed you to instantly spot Taehyung, a barely lit blunt between his fingers as he spoke to a taller boy beside him. At the sound of the door opening they both looked over in your direction, the taller one offering you a smile while Taehyung took a drag and gave you a nervous wave. 

You weren’t going to bother talking to him out here, he turned into a deer caught in headlights whenever you did so you just walked over to him, plucked the blunt from between his fingers and handed it to his friend before wrapping your hand around his wrist and dragging him behind you. The two of you needed to be alone, not around drunk party goers, or both of your nosey friends. 

Taehyung didn’t resist at all, looking over at Namjoon and seeing his friend had a shit eating grin on his face as he got dragged inside. You clearly had a mission, shoving your way through the sea of bodies again as you trekked to the opposite hallway this time, going for the only room on this side of the house. 

The bedroom door got thrown open and thankfully no one was inside of it. Taehyung slammed the door shut behind him and locked it as you turned to face him, inches separating you and you let out a soft breath at the close proximity. “Do you want this?”

His mind fogged over briefly as he watched your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, slowly inching it up to reveal more skin. “Yes, I do.” 

Those were the words to set it all in motion, hands yanking your shift off your body and tossing it aside, leaving you standing in your bra for him to ogle at. 

“Better than the photos huh?” you tease with a honey-sweet voice, reminding him of his deep dive onto your blog while your hands slid behind your back to unhook your bra and let it completely slide off. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but stare as your hands came up to give your boobs a squeeze. “Fuck.”

He stepped forward, wanting to finally touch you but you tsk in disapproval, shaking your finger at him and it just made him pout. Isn’t that what you wanted from him?

His breath hitched in his throat when you stepped even closer, tips of your fingers trailing from his shoulders to his chest, down to the hem, bunching the fabric in your grasp as you tugged it up and off of him. His arms raised up with no protest as you undressed him, wide eyes just watching your every move, ready to do whatever you asked of him. It was so out of character for him, but that much could be said about every interaction he’s had with you so he goes with the flow of it all. 

Goosebumps rose up on his tan skin as you trailed your hands down to play with the button on his jeans, fiddling with it to tease him. You wanted to cover his chest and stomach in hickeys, marking every inch of him up, bruising and teasing him until he was pleading for you to suck his cock. There was just something about him that made you want to see him flushed and desperate. 

He could see you lost in thought as you stared at his body, now hyper aware of the fact that he wasn’t absolutely ripped, but you liked that. His arms came up again in an attempt to pull you in to kiss you, but you stopped him once more, finally snapping out of your daze.

“Do you deserve to touch me?” His mind blanked at your tone, the slight edge he had heard the first time you spoke was back, and something about it made his body tingle. “Hm?” you hummed when he remained quiet.

That glint in your eye returned and his head shook without him realizing, no he didn’t deserve to touch you.

“Take it all off and lay on the bed,” you spoke sternly, the smirk on your face growing when he did as you said. His body hunched over and stumbled as he stripped out of his pants and boxers, his shoes and socks long gone beside them. Taehyung followed instructions and laid on the bed, feeling a little guilty that poor Hoseok’s bed would be defiled like this, but when you slid off your own pants and underwear he couldn’t find himself to care anymore. 

His cock was already hard and twitching as it laid against his stomach, and he could feel the small pool of precum gathering under his belly button, leaving a sticky mess on his skin. You hadn’t even touched him and he was this riled up already, terrified he would cum the second you decided to touch him, so his hand came to grasp the base of his cock and gave it a firm squeeze.

That action wasn’t lost on you as you slowly approached him, your knees resting on the mattress while you shuffled towards his body. Your fingertips trailed up his thighs softly, going around his cock and up his chest where your nails lightly grazed his nipple. His body shuddered at the touch, and the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the reaction made him nervous.

You swung your leg over his waist, hovering above his skin but not making contact just yet. Taehyung had never been patient, his eagerness getting the best of him, and just as his hands rose up—about to touch your hips and force you to plop down on his cock—your own hands reacted, grasping his before he could touch you and bringing them above his head, successfully catching him off guard. 

“You said you don’t deserve to touch me.”

His eyes widened in realization, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of a way to take back the words that he said earlier. Fuck, he wanted to touch you, he could see your pussy hovering inches over his cock, and he bet he could slide right into you from how wet you looked, already picturing the feeling of your warmth as he sunk into you. 

Your hands grasped both of his wrists, leaving his arms pinned above his head as your other hand reached down, and he held his breath. There was a brief moment where he thought you’d show him mercy, hoping you were going to grab his dick from between your bodies, but when he saw your index and middle fingers part your lower lips he let a groan escape him. You trailed them up your slit and back down to circle around your entrance with a quiet hum, bringing your fingers back up in front of Taehyung’s eyes, watching him stare at them in awe as you separated them and your slick strung across from them.

“It’s a shame.” Your eyes trailed up to his hands again, seeing them clenched together in your grasp. “I’d love to have your hands inside me, but maybe next time.”

“No,” he croaked out, hips desperately lifting up in hopes of grinding into your pussy but he fell short. “Please, let me touch you.”

The begging satisfied the sick itch you were hoping to scratch, leaving you grinning above him. You had just started, yet his eyebrows were already furrowed, eyes locked in a trance on your fingers that were still in front of his face. 

“Not today, baby. Do you want a taste though?” He was nodding the second the proposal left your mouth. Taehyung licked his lips in desperation, mouth opening up as you brought them towards his lips, his neck craning forward and wrapping his lips around your fingers to taste the remnants of your arousal. His tongue flicked between your fingers as he sucked like his life depended on it, the urgency displayed had more wetness gushing out of you, and when Taehyung’s eyes darted towards his abdomen, he saw that some of it had dripped onto the skin below where you hovered.

You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and brought them back between your legs to tease yourself further. “Fuck, this could’ve been you doing this to me Taehyung.” You gasped out as your fingers flicked over your clit repeatedly and he whimpered, head falling back to rest on the pillows because he couldn’t take watching you get yourself off above him while his dick lay hard and leaking right below you.

You snickered to yourself, finally deciding to take some pity on the man, reaching below you to grasp his cock. His neck tensed up at the action, head whipping back up to make sure he wasn’t imaging anything. But there you were, small hands barely wrapping around his thick cock as you gave it a gentle tug. Your fingers were covered in your slick, making the glide feel delicious, spreading your arousal around his length and mixing with his own in a sinful combination. 

Taehyung’s chest heaved slightly as you picked up your pace, your fingers coming up to play with his pink tip before going back down quickly, hands set to tease him. He was trying to stop himself from moaning, you already had his arms restrained, he didn't want to give you this much power over him, but when your hands came down to fondle his balls he couldn’t hold back the needy whine that left him. The desperation behind him just made your pussy clench, and you really wish he could fuck you, but you weren’t going to let him get his way this easily, not when he hadn’t worked for it.

“Keep your hands there.” You spoke firmly as you released your grasp on them, smirking at his obedience when his fingers chose to wrap around the poles of the headboard behind him instead. He wasn’t sure what you were going to do, but he was hoping your next move would be sinking onto his cock. 

“Wait,” he spoke up as you placed both your hands on his chest. “I don’t have a condom,” he admitted, face scrunching up when he saw you freeze in your action of dropping down on top of him.

“Oh,” you cooed, left hand coming up to cup his cheek tenderly. “Don’t worry about that.” His heart was torn because although he loved going without a condom, he didn’t know you enough to trust continuing without one. “You’re not fucking me.”

And now his heart was shredded, thrown into a dumpster, and set on fire. “What?”

Your fingers traced his cheek softly as you smiled at him. “Only good boys get to fuck me and you—“ you patted his skin in a gentle, yet firm, slap. “—haven’t been good.” 

A pout forms on his lips because now he’s desperate, and also confused. Why would you strip out of all your clothes just to tease him like this? Were you going to finish yourself off on top of him and just leave? He wasn’t entirely against that scenario because he’s sure it would be hot as fuck, but his dick was literally throbbing.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you had shuffled down a bit and rested your dripping pussy right on top of his cock, your lips parting slightly as you rocked your hips forward. And then he was gasping, his hands detaching from the headboard and instinctively wanting to grab your hips, but they stopped an inch or so away, catching his own mistake. His fingers remained trembling in the air, a moan finally leaving his lips at the feeling of you grinding on his cock, the relief of you not leaving him high and dry taking over.

Keeping your palms on his chest, you used them as leverage to help you move, a wicked smile on your face when you saw the internal debate he was having. He could touch you if he really wanted to, he could say fuck your rules and grip your hips so hard they’d bruise, but he didn’t. He listened to you, his shaking hands retreating back to the headboard with a groan of restraint.

“Good boy,” you spoke softly, his cock twitching at the praise. He liked this, the foreign feeling of being pliant underneath you, letting you call all of the shots, it was igniting a warmth inside of him that he never expected. 

Taehyung could feel his stomach becoming a sticky mess from his precum and your wetness dripping down from his cock, but he didn’t care, he loved when it was messy, loved hearing the squelching sound filling the room every time you rocked your hips. The fact that you were this drenched from teasing him just turned him on more, and he really wanted to say fuck it and ask you to sink onto his cock, but you told him to be a good boy so that’s what he would do.

“Feel good?”

“S-so good,” he whined out, breathy and strained, almost as if he didn’t want to admit to it. 

His thighs were tense and aching, forcing himself to not thrust forward in fear that you’d stop what you were doing, small moans leaving his lips when the tip of his cock would brush against your clit. He looked fucked out underneath you, eyes blown open as he locked onto the spot between you two, watching his messy cock peek out between your legs when you’d grind your hips back.

Taehyung had never cum from doing this, it was something he had never tried before; he was used to the quickness of fucking at parties, some fingering being involved before he slid in from behind. But he could feel himself edging closer to his release embarrassingly fast, the sinful moans leaving your mouth only aiding in pushing him over faster.

You had a good rhythm going, his cock trapped between his stomach and your pussy, and even though he was trying his best not to be vocal, you could see he was close to falling apart. His hands were clenching the headboard so hard they were paling, and if that wasn’t enough of an indication his face surely said it all. 

Leaning over his body, you let your face inch closer to his as you sped up your hips. At your proximity Taehyung finally spoke up, “Can I-fuc—” he shuddered, “—can I please kiss you?”

Your eyebrow cocked up at his request, not expecting that to be what he wanted from you. “You want to kiss me?”

Taehyung's dark hair bounced on his head as he nodded frantically. “Yes,” he gasped out, squirming underneath you as you bucked harder on top of him.

He wanted to kiss you, your lips looked so soft and shiny, and he wanted to feel them on top of his. Honestly what he really wanted was to flip you over and fuck you senseless—he had the power to—the weight of you on him was nothing he couldn’t overpower, but something about you being in control of his pleasure was doing things to him.

When your hair grazed his chest from you dropping down, his heart skipped but your lips chose to kiss his neck instead, small traces and licks on his skin as you trailed up towards his jaw until finally you reached his lips. They were tacky from your lip gloss but he didn’t care, they felt as soft as he imagined, and when you snuck your tongue into the mix Taehyung whimpered into your mouth. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, pleasure rolling over him in waves that only intensified when you wrapped your lips around his tongue and sucked. 

You could feel his body tensing up from underneath you, his climax creeping up on him, so you rocked faster, sinking your teeth into his plump bottom lip and tugging back. That was the final push before he was cumming, face screwed up the same way it was on the bus and a rough groan that you swallowed with another kiss.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

Another moan spilled out as you continued your movements, feeling his cum splashing up towards his chest from the force, some of it dribbling down his cock and settling onto your pussy. “Wow,” you mused, lips pulling back from his and looking down to see the mess he had made, his breathing continuing to shudder until you came to a stop.

Taehyung kept his grip on the headboard, a lot more limp than before, vision hazy from his orgasm and entire body tingling. You lifted up from him and shuffled further down, licking the trail of cum on his stomach with a grin when you noticed how his sensitive cock twitched at the visual. 

Trying to save face, he turned his head into his upper arm to shield himself, the small burn of embarrassment felt at the fact that he had just blown his load from you grinding on him in record time.

You weren’t finished with him yet though, your body still slowly sliding down him, fingers leaving feather-like touches on his skin that he mistook as you soothing his shuddering body, until they grasped his cock.

“Oh,” he winced, feeling your fingers grazing his sensitive dick, your mouth quickly enveloping it, making his back arch from the sudden sensation. It was no secret that Taehyung had a love for overstimulation, constantly toeing the line between pain and pleasure when he continued to jack off after cumming, but your warm mouth was new.

His sore fingers released the headboard, elbows straightening up because he had to watch this, had to burn this point of view into his mind forever. You were crouched at the bottom of the bed on your knees, ass up in the air as you swallowed his cock, your tongue swirling around it when you felt it start to harden again.

“H-hurts,” he admitted with his hips twitching, not sure if he wanted to thrust into your mouth or back away. Your hands rested on his hips to stop them from moving as his dick slipped out of your mouth with a pop.

“You want me to stop?” One hand was lazily jerking him as you spoke, his dick twitching in your grasp once more. 

No, no he was loving this. The pleasure was sharp but it was spreading a warmth throughout his body. Could he cum again?

He was clearly having a hard time deciding if he wanted you to stop or not, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening as he moaned softly, but Taehyung liked the pain, you could tell.

When your mouth took him in again he gasped lewdly, his elbows giving out and letting him flop back on the bed with a thump, fingers gripping the crumpled sheets beneath him. “No, no,” he whimpered again when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. “Don’t stop, god.”

He could feel you smirking around his cock, your tongue coming out to flick the tip of his dick, red and swollen and once again dripping. One of your hands wrapped around the part you couldn’t reach, squeezing and tugging in time with your mouth; the other was dipped between your own thighs, fingers sinking into your cunt and thrusting them to match your motions.

Taehyung had his hands gripping onto the bed sheets to stop them from tangling into your hair and forcing you to take all of him, but his head peeked up, and when he saw you playing with yourself he sat back up, hips finally coming up to thrust into your mouth. Whimpers of pain and pleasure filled the room, the muscles in his neck pulled taut as he felt pressure start to bloom in his lower stomach. 

He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle having another orgasm, every time he’d hit the back of your throat he felt the wind get knocked out of him, knees acting on reflex and shooting up to try to squirm away from your grasp.

The want to scold him was strong but you were getting closer to cumming, and seeing him losing control only made you moan around his cock. You pulled your fingers out of yourself, and with a few more flicks on your clit you were cumming. Taehyung watched in awe as your hips stuttered, and the moan you let out just urged him to keep thrusting into your mouth. 

His fingers were sore from the grip he had on the sheets and when he saw the drool leaking out of your mouth as you sunk all the way down, he finally felt the band snap, a throaty moan leaving his lips as he bowed his back into the mattress, the pain and pleasure blending together beautifully and bringing him to one of the best orgasms of his life. This load was a lot smaller than the last, but he was completely spent now, body lying limp on the bed as he tried to catch his breath.

Swallowing the cum on your tongue with a smirk, you took him in your mouth once more to tease, pulling back and placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his soft cock. 

“Such a good boy.” You teased as you made your way back up to him with a genuine smile on your face. Your soft lips pressed against his again, mouth opening up and he could taste himself on your tongue but he didn’t mind it. With a little hesitance, his hand came up to finally touch you, fingers tangling into your hair as he deepened the kiss, your teeth clashing together a few times because he couldn’t get enough. 

He watched as you pulled back from him, your tongue tracing your lips while you flipped your hair behind you again. “You know, you’re pretty when you cum.” And he doesn’t know why, but the statement made him blush. No one had ever told him he looked pretty when he came.

“Thank you?”

You giggled, still on top of him. “You’re welcome. I’ll be thinking of it when I touch myself later.” You gave him another quick peck before you got off of him and started putting your clothes back on. Taehyung was in a state of shock as he observed you, he had cum twice and still hadn’t fucked you, and you were very clearly getting a kick out of it. 

A final adjustment was done to your skirt before running your fingers through your hair, looking back at him still limp on his friend's bed, limbs resembling jello. It was cute, but you knew you had to trail him along further so you shot him a wink, opening up the bedroom door and waltzing out like you hadn’t just ruined him.

The haze that surrounded him whenever you were around him faded as you left and Taehyung sprung into action with a yelp, wrapping Hoseok's comforter around his naked body when he saw that you left the door open. Luckily no one was around, but he still rushed up with the sheets to close the door, legs feeling a little wobbly. With the door securely locked, he rested his weight against it, letting Hoseok’s ruined sheets fall from his body into a heap on the floor, his hand coming up to run through his messy hair.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he groaned in disbelief, balling up the sheets and stuffing them into the small hamper by the closet, they barely fit but it didn’t matter. Taehyung felt lost and a little unsatisfied, he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel completely satisfied until he actually fucked you. All he had to do was say it, you were dangling it right in front of him and he was too tongue tied to tell you how he actually felt. It was like all vocabulary and sense of communication was wiped clean whenever you were within a certain radius of him.

He slid back into his clothes, grabbing the tissues Hoseok conveniently had next to his bed, and wiped the small residue that was still on his stomach before he put his shirt back on. When his heart stopped pounding and he thought he was decent, he exited the room. Taehyung was set on finding you and speaking to you like a normal human being, his mind now cleared after those orgasms, so he felt sort of confident that he’d be able to get out a coherent sentence without sounding like an insecure loser.

Jungkook spotted him as he emerged from the hallway, his bunny smile spreading across his face when he saw how disheveled his friend looked, and considering he had seen you exit from that same spot minutes prior he knew what had gone down.

“Hey buddy.” Jungkook cooed obnoxiously, hands coming up to squeeze Taehyung's cheek, his fingers rubbing off the leftover residue of your lipgloss from his skin. He was drunk, breath smelling like vodka and his eyes glazed over, the classic dopey Jungkook smile on his face. Taehyung swatted his hands away from him with a grimace but Jungkook just slid beside him, slinging his arm across his shoulders and dragging him to the kitchen to get even more alcohol.

“So you fucked her right?” Taehyung accepted the drink, taking a sip as his eyes searched the room for you just like they had earlier.

“Sure,” he responded, not wanting to tell his friend that although you were both naked on top of each other and you had forced two orgasms out of him, he had not in fact been able to slide his dick inside of you.

Jungkook was too drunk to comprehend that sure didn’t exactly mean yes so he whooped, throwing his arms in the air with a laugh, and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at his younger friend. 

“Have you seen her by the way?”

Jungkook thought back to when he spotted you leaving Hoseok’s room, you had a look of satisfaction on your face as you walked through the house and headed for the backyard. You emerged back out with one of your friends beside you and you both laughed as you made a swift exit out of Jungkook’s house entirely. It was pretty obvious you wouldn’t be coming back.

“She definitely left.”

Taehyung could feel his heart sink at that. He should’ve spoken to you when you were both alone in the room instead of lying there in his post orgasmic glow. Too late. 

He slid his phone out and decided he had to text you. The black line flickered on his phone, taunting him, waiting for him to type anything out, but he was stuck. What was he supposed to say? Thanks for the orgasms with a stupid emoji tacked at the end?

Taehyung 1:48am : You left so fast, get home safe

That’s what he settled on, and his eyes stayed glued on the phone when he saw the notification that you read it, three dots popping up as you typed a response back.

Y/N 1:52am : Sorry friend needed to get home and I was her ride.

Y/N 1:52am : Think about me tonight yeah? Goodnight busboy.

Taehyung thought about you alright. He thought about you often, frequently replaying the events that had happened that night as his fist wrapped around his cock on those nights where he was beyond desperate to cum.

The both of you hadn’t spoken much since the night of Hoseok and Jungkook’s party, due to the fact that finals were approaching and as much as you enjoyed this game you had with him, you also knew you needed to pass the classes you had. Taehyung doesn’t fault you for that, he was on the same boat, and if you had continued to tease him on the bus or through text message while he was already on the verge of a mental breakdown, he wasn’t sure he could survive it.

So it came as no surprise that when the semester came and went, the communication was once again severed, no longer having the morning commute to share together as winter break started.

Taehyung still thought of you often, every time you uploaded something onto your social media he stared at it for a minute too long, fingers urging to send you a message and start a conversation; but considering everything that had transpired between you two had been purely sexual he wasn’t sure a ‘haha funny meme’ message was going to get him very far.

When the second week of break rolled around and Taehyung started to go out with his friends, you began to slip his mind, the small acceptance of whatever you two had going fizzling away from his thoughts. He wondered if you forgot about him already, maybe you were home visiting family and had your sights set on another person.

With that thought engraved in his mind he allowed himself to go out with Jimin and Namjoon on a Saturday night, the three of them being the few of his friends that lived in the city and weren’t going home to their family for the holidays. They stood by the bar of some club closer to Jimin’s apartment, deeper into the city, a place Jimin swore the hottest girls frequented and when Taehyung scoped the crowd he took notice that Jimin was right.

It only took two shots to loosen him up enough to ease onto the dance floor, and only a few more minutes until a pretty redhead spotted him and made her way over, her hands trailing up onto his shoulder as she moved her hips in time with his. He smirked down at her, her eyes gleaming up at him while her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, she’s definitely his usual type. The way she gripped onto him when he slid his thigh in between her legs, how she easily gave in to the way he kissed his way into her mouth, eager to let him have his way with her. It’s no shock that he found himself tucked away in a corner of the club, letting her hands roam his chest as she latched her lips onto his neck while he dipped his hands under the hem of her skirt to play with her covered slit. It’s messy and he’s the one leading the way, it's familiar for him, but he can’t stop the small craving inside of him for something else, something different.  

She whimpered into his mouth, not at all shy about being out in the open, and he can feel his cock throbbing at the thought of another girl that isn’t you for the first time—and you must have a sixth sense—there's no other explanation for him besides that when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

The nameless redhead whined at the loss of contact when he pulled his hand back to grab his phone, but he shushed her with a kiss, telling her he needed a minute. And that's all the convincing she needed to continue sucking hickeys into his neck.

When his phone lit up and he saw your name on his lock screen he blanked, eyes roaming behind him when he looked back to check if maybe you were here and that's why you were texting him. But when he unlocked the phone and saw the message you sent, it was oh so obvious that you were definitely not at the club.

The revelation of the photo you had sent catches him so off guard, he almost drops his phone, the device slipping through his fingers until he reacts and slammed it against his chest so hard to not let it clatter to the ground. The action winded him, the sharp pain of his phone wacking his chest had him wincing and it got the girl's attention.

Leaning back as her curious eyes peeked up to stare at him, instead she found herself staring at his chest, her face oddly lit up. The realization settled within him now, noticing that he must have flipped the phone over when he caught it and she was now clearly looking at the photo of you naked. The jaw dropping nudes you had sent, showcasing your boobs with your fingers on your nipple, wet with your arousal; and the second photo of your pussy on display had taken his breath away, but all it got him was a glare and a shove to his chest from the red head, muttering out that he was a pig as she pushed her way back to her friends.

He gulped as he flipped the phone around and analyzed the photo, a deep groan leaving him, because god dammit he had just started to come to terms that whatever you had was old news. You were always keeping him on his toes, it was going to fuck with his heart and his health.

Taehyung turned around and squinted through the flashing lights to hopefully find his friends, spotting Namjoon with a drink in one hand, his other clutching onto a blonde as they danced together, and he made his way over to him. 

“I’m gonna head out,” he mumbled into Namjoon’s ear, ignoring the confused glance he gave him. The clear translation being: what the hell.

“We just got here.”

Taehyung knew this but he can’t hang around here with the thrumming bass and dance with other girls when you had just sent him these fucking photos. “Yeah, I don’t feel so hot. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take an uber just let Jimin know.”

Namjoon could only nod, not really wanting to separate himself from the cute girl he had grown fond of, but he would be forcing Taehyung to come out with them again next week. He just watched as his friend slipped through the crowd of the club until he stepped out. 

When the cold air hit him Taehyung gulped it down, hands pressing against his face as he sighed and walked towards the brickwall on the side of the club. He couldn’t do this anymore, and with the alcohol numbing his common sense he didn’t think twice as he pulled his phone back out and opened up your message again, rechecking that you had in fact sent him those photos. And when he saw that you had, obscene photos still filling up his screen, he clicked the phone button and gave you a call.

He swore you weren’t going to answer him as the ring droned out, but when it cut off and all he heard is silence, he held his breath, wide eyes focusing on the cars driving on the street in front of him.

“Hi.” 

Oh fuck.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He spoke out so softly, pleading into the phone as he grabbed a chunk of his hair in between his fingers.

“Would you rather I didn’t?” you hummed, phone pressed against your shoulder and ear as you lazily trailed a finger up and down your stomach.

“No!” he shouted, wincing when he saw other club goers give him an odd look. “No, but why me? We haven’t even spoken lately.”

“We’re speaking right now.”

He remained silent, not knowing how to respond to you, but he keeps the phone pressed against his ear, the soft sound of you breathing being the only noise he hears—until there's a small moan. It makes his blood run cold, eyes slipping shut as he imagined why you had made that noise.

“What are you doing?” He finds himself getting the courage to ask, enjoying the small laugh you let out as you admitted to touching yourself, so nonchalant and carefree about the fact that you were still the leading cause to his blue balls.

Taehyung was slightly tipsy, his mind whirling as he pictured your fingers sinking into your pussy like they had that night, the pretty sounds you had let out as your mouth was stuffed full of his cock and he groans. “Do you really enjoy making me suffer?”

“Oh, are you suffering?” you cooed into the receiver. “You know all you have to do is say it.”

He knew this, oh god did he know this and right now he’s way too lost in it all to even feel the embarrassment or unsureness he usually does when he’s around you, so he asks—no begs—to finally fuck you. “Please, please let me fuck you Y/N.”

Your own eyes shut as he said this, fingers coming back up to rest on your stomach while you sat up in your bed with a smile on your face, focusing on the object beside your bed. “Okay, I’ll let you, if you let me try something on you first.”

Taehyung doesn’t even care to ask what the hell you meant by that, his mind already set on fucking you, and when he agreed without a second thought you text him your address, your head whirling at whats to come.

Taehyung didn’t even realize when he got to your place, running on autopilot fueled by pure hormones as he got into the taxi and managed to somehow get to your apartment in one piece.

His fingers were shaking slightly as he punched in the code you had given him, the main door buzzing as it unlocked, and it's then that it hits him, he's actually here. He had actually voiced his want for you and now he was here, fuck.

You sat patiently on your living room couch, a soft oversized shirt on as you waited for him to make his way up. You had buzzed him in about a minute ago, so when you heard the soft thud of footsteps approaching in the hallway, you knew it was him.

The gentle knock against your door had you hopping up from your spot, slowly approaching it and pressing your eye against the peep hole to catch a glance at him. He stood a foot or so away, eyes squinting at his phone and back up at the number to make sure it was the right place, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of a neighbor. 

Once you pulled open the door, you could tell he was nervous, hair a little messy on top of his head and face looking slightly flushed, but he stood up straight and gave you a smile.

“Hi,” he utters out, walking into your place when you stepped aside and motioned for him to come in. He half expected your apartment to look like a sex dungeon, dark and dim, covered in leather with a sex swing in the corner, but its surprisingly normal.

The soft pastel pinks and oranges greeting him is definitely not what he imagined but he likes it, his eyes locking onto a watermelon plushie with button eyes tucked into the edge of your couch.

“Taehyung, do you want some water?” you offer, wanting to ease him into this, but he just shakes his head, turning back around to face you and it's then that he realized you’re only wearing a shirt.

“If you’re drunk we don’t have to do this right now.”

Taehyung heard you loud and clear, but he can’t look away from your chest, every time he blinks he could see the image of your tits thanks to the picture you had graciously provided him with. It’s killing him because he knew you were currently bare underneath the thin shirt you have on.

To be honest he wasn’t drunk, barely even tipsy, the small amount of liquor he consumed tonight was way less than his normal amount. He felt woozy enough around you on a normal day, but he knew he definitely wasn’t too drunk to do what he had come here to do.

“No, I’m good. I swear.”

The determination in his tone was very clear but you still waited for him to stop blatantly staring at the way your nipples poked through the fabric of your shirt, until finally his gaze locked with yours, following behind you as you led the way to your bedroom.

When he entered your room his eyes were drawn to your bed, fluffy and inviting, draped in a soft peach duvet with light pillows, but knowing the absolutely filthy things you most likely did on it killed the small sense of innocence he initially felt. Especially when he spots the hitachi wand resting pretty at the edge of the bed.

You were staring at his profile when he spotted it and you saw the way he swallowed, wide eyes bulging out as he analyzed the toy. Was this what you had been using when you answered his phone call? He wasn’t sure, he hadn’t heard anything in the background...maybe it was one of those fancy zero noise ones.

When he heard you giggle he snapped out of it, turning to face you with curious eyes. 

“Have you never seen one?” Taehyung remained silent as he thought, but it's pretty clear he hadn’t. There was never time for sex toys with one night stands in random houses, sure he had seen them in porn but real life felt different. He wished he had, he didn’t want to use this on you and fumble around and make a bigger fool of himself.

“I take it you’ve never used one then?” you ask again as you walk over to it, picking it up gently in your hands and approaching Taehyung thanks to the fact that it was wireless.

He could only shake his head, staring at it in your grasp as your fingers glided over the plastic handle, your thumb flicking it on and smiling when the low hum filled the room. It's on the lowest setting but that didn’t stop you from beginning to get excited.

“Would you let me try this on you Taehyung?”

He looked utterly confused by your question, not at all expecting to be on the receiving end of this. What did you mean by that?

“You mean like shove it up my ass?” He could see you trying not to laugh at him, biting your lip as you shook your head. 

“No, it's not a dildo Tae. Use it here.” You reached out until it was gently pressed against his crotch, the wand buzzing over his jeans. He let out a grunt at the feeling, head dropping down to stare at the white silicone head weakly vibrating on him, taking a moment to get over the initial shock. He chalked it up to being slightly under the influence, but he really wanted you to turn it up.

It was clear to see how mesmerized he was by the device so you flicked it up a level, relishing in the small gasp he let out as his jaw dropped. It was barely a flutter of pleasure, but something about it excited him, had him craving more so he looked up at you, glassy eyes and all. 

“You can do whatever you want to me.” He felt no shame when he told you that, groaning once more when you applied a hint of pressure against him.

The way your body reacted to his words was pure instinct, him admitting to letting you do as you please unhinged you. He saw it in the way you bit your lip, your eyes roaming his face until they dragged down his body, landing on his now half hard cock with the vibrating head of the wand still pressing against it.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, and when you retract the wand he almost takes it back. That is, until you were pulling him in, one hand tugging at his shirt until he's flushed against you, your lips meeting his in a frenzy, swallowing the moan he let out into the kiss. His hands stayed at his sides, not sure if he was allowed to touch you again considering you had told him not to last time, and you smirked when you realized it. Taehyung knew he would only be able to touch you if he deserved it, your words being engraved in his brain, and he was planning on earning that tonight.

“Good boy, you remembered.” you whispered out, lips brushing against his as you spoke. His eyes remained shut, the only indication that he heard being the small nod he gave you. Your hand inched up from the grasp you had in his shirt until you’re cupping his cheek gently.

“You see what happens when you’re good?” You kissed him again, pulling back once he started to press harder into you. “You get rewarded.” His breath shuddered against your face at the promise of being rewarded, and you smiled while reaching down to grab his hand and gently tugged him closer towards your bed, your right hand still holding the wand loosely by your side as he followed along.

“Do you want me–“ he paused to take a breath when you turned back around to face him. “Do you want me to strip?” His voice sounded so soft, unsure if asking you was the right thing to do, but him asking you this showed you that you’d managed to create another sliver in his outer shell. One step closer to cracking him.

You gave him another gentle kiss, nodding as you stepped back from him, eyes trained on his body while he began to tug at the black shirt he had tucked into his jeans, the material slowly sliding off his body and revealing his tan skin.

He didn’t feel uneasy at your staring this time around, being able to tell you’re clearly enjoying the view of him slowly undressing, your eyes focusing on his cock as it sprung out when he slid out of his briefs. Your hand clutched onto the wand a little tighter, fingers hovering over the power button with newfound enthusiasm, eager to make him squirm at the new sensation. And when he took  it upon himself to settle onto your bed without you having to ask, you withheld the urge to clap in excitement.

Taehyung waited with baited breath when you kneeled onto the bed, shuffling your way up his body and setting the toy by his side, his body flinching slightly when the cool plastic touched his skin as it rolled on the bed. Resting your weight on your left hand, settled by his shoulder while your right hand softly cupped his cheek as you inched closer. His eyes looked at your lips before looking back down to his own hands, an unspoken question hanging off his tongue.

“My hands?” Is all he managed to get out, the rest of the question dying when he made eye contact but you only raised your brows up, making him realize he needed to be more specific. “Do you want them grabbing the headboard again?”

Leaning forward to kiss him once more, you smirked, witnessing how such a simple question could embarrass him so much due to him being in a different position than he was used to. “Ideally I’d want them cuffed and behind your back.” He shut his eyes at your words, cock throbbing as he pictured himself the way you wanted him. “But not today. Just keep them on the bed. Can you do that?”

Taehyung felt your lips press against his again and he nodded. “Y-yeah, yeah I can.”

He could feel you hum against his skin, the hand that was cupping his cheek beginning to trail down his chest, passing his navel until you reached his dick, fingers wrapping around him and beginning to slide your palm up and down. “Good.”

He sighed into your mouth as your hands squeezed around the base of his cock, twisting as it came up in a slow motion, wanting to ease him into the pleasure of it so as to not scare him when you grab the wand again. It only took a few minutes until he’s kissing you more relaxed, body sagging into the bed as he grunt softly into your mouth whenever you focused on his swollen tip; and that's when you reached over to your bedside table, grabbing the bottle of lube you had with your lips still attached to him.

They separate with a light smack, and you rest back onto his thighs, taking a moment to take him in, the way he’s laid out on your bed, chest heaving slightly while his weeping dick sat against his stomach. He watched you intently as you uncapped the lube you have, dropping a generous amount into your palm and wrapping it around his cock again. Taehyung hissed at the cool sensation, stomach tensing when you began a fluid motion only set on spreading the liquid, but he still groaned because he knew what was next.

You tried not to let the overt excitement show on your face when you reached over and grabbed the wand once more, thumb flicking it on to the lowest setting and pressing it against his thigh first, observing the way he jumped slightly at the sensation. “I know you’ve never used this before,” you start, trailing the vibrating head up onto his stomach and back down to his other thigh, dipping down slightly towards the center but staying off his cock. “So, you need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any moment okay?”

His thighs are tensing up already, getting desperate to feel something, anything. “Like a safe word?”

“Sure,” you hummed, staring back at his face and seeing the distraught look on it. He wasn’t sure why the idea of a safe word sent his mind into a flurry, he had never used one and having to think of one that he’d remember seemed almost impossible at the moment. “Or we can make it easy. You know traffic lights?”

He nodded. “Great. If you say green everything's going good, yellow is if you start to feel uncomfortable or need me to slow down, red is if you need me to stop completely. You say these at any time.”

You’re continuing to tease him as you explained this and Taehyung rested his head back, not wanting to see you as you clearly avoided giving his dick any attention. 

“Okay, I got it. Green,” he groaned out, and you just chuckled, finally pressing the head of the vibrator against his cock. The low vibrations started at the base and his stomach tensed at the feeling, a tiny whine escaping him, hands having to resort to clutching your sheets again to stop himself from grabbing you and forcing you to switch it up a level.

The head of the vibrator bent slightly as you applied more pressure, thumb flicking it up two levels and enjoying the way he cursed, his head lifting back up to stare in awe as you slowly dragged it up an inch before coming back down, passing it right over his balls briefly. 

“Oh shit,” he keened, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, not being able to thrust up into it because you were still resting on his thighs.

“Aren’t you glad you told me yes?” you asked teasingly, sliding it up until it was nuzzled right against his frenulum before kicking it up another two levels. His reaction had you dripping against his thighs, arm muscles taut from how hard he’s grabbing the duvet, stomach caving in as he moaned out unabashedly. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, “yes, I am.” Taehyung had no idea something like this could feel so good, he was so accustomed to hearing women talking about vibrators and he thought it was a load of shit. Clearly he had been very, very wrong. 

Even though you’re focusing it on the underside of his tip, slowly raising the levels up until he’s squirming, he felt like his whole lower body was vibrating. The telltale signs of his orgasm creep up on him, the feeling only increasing when your fingers wrap around his shaft and you hold the vibrator against his swollen tip. The fluttering feeling of pressure building up becoming more consistent, his breath leaving him in huffs as he tried to force it away.

You can tell by the way his body started to tense up, your finger turning it up another level to push him further. “Are you gonna cum already? I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

He whined loudly, desperately trying to sink his hips into the bed to ease the pressure but your hands followed his movements, his head whipping to the side as he scrunched his face up. “Fuck, I do–I do want to fuck you, god–“ he gasped out when you started to circle the head of the toy around his tip, the rolling pleasure becoming too much. “Unghh, please let me f-fuck you.”

His stomach began to shudder more aggressively, hips wiggling around and you smirked down at him, his face finally turning back up to stare at the ceiling, his brows pulled together tightly with unshed tears prickling his waterline. “Hold it Taehyung.”

He nearly sobbed at your demand, taking in a deep breath as he shut his eyes once more, forcing himself to try to tune out his nearing release. His heart feels tight in his chest, blood thrumming so loud in his head, eyes burning as the tears finally spill over. But it’s too late, the tingling feeling had started to spread throughout his body and he knew he was a few seconds away from blowing his load.

Taehyung let out a pained moan. “Fuck I can’t, y-yellow, yellow!” You let go of his cock, the vibrator lowering in intensity before easing off and going back to trail on his stomach and thighs as his close release faded away, letting him whimper as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m sorry.”

After a moment you switched the toy off entirely and set it aside on the bed, soft hands running along his skin to help calm him down, reaching up to gently wipe away his fallen tears. “Don’t be sorry, you did good.”

He sighed in relief, glad that he hadn’t ruined it by not being able to hold off his orgasm, he tried the best he could but the only way he wanted to cum was after he sank into you.

You gave him another minute to come down, easing off of his thighs to tug your shirt off of your body, the material landing in a heap on the floor and that grabbed Taehyung's attention. He looked at your body with desire, wanting to reach out and grab you, kneading your flesh as he cupped your tits and ass, but he's done so well so far so he holds himself back. The only daring touch he allowed is his thumbs gently rubbing against your knees as they rest on either side of his thighs.

You let the touch slide as you bent forward and kissed him, reaching over to the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. Leaning back from him, you tear it open with your teeth and slowly ease it onto his throbbing cock, hearing him groan when your hands add a bit of pressure at his base once it's fully rolled on.

“You okay?” you ask softly. He looked dazed out, no longer tipsy from his earlier adventure but his mind was working on overdrive, the abundance of fantasies he’s had of you are coming to fruition. He was finally going to know what it felt like to actually fuck you, and he was scared his excitement would make him cum a minute in, especially after he had forced his last orgasm away.

“Yeah, just–“ he swallowed harshly, letting his head fall back into the plush pillows. “Give me a minute please.” You smirked at the slightly pained expression on his face, but you hummed anyways, letting his dick lay back above his stomach as you leaned forward and opted for kissing him softly, fingers slowly trailing through his hair to help calm him down.

Taehyung shivered as your nails gently scraped down until you reached his neck, his hips beginning to rut up against you, clearly being ready to continue.

“Please,” he starts again, groaning as you tugged his lower lip between your teeth, letting it snap back gently. “Let me fuck you. I’ve been good right?” He still felt his face flush at his own words but a strange sense of pleasure also coursed through him when you nodded in response.

Your hand reached down between your bodies, grabbing his cock to tease around your entrance. “Yes Tae, you’ve been very good.” He held his breath as you started to ease down onto him, the both of you groaning at the pleasant stretch of your walls, his jaw dropping while he kept his eyes glued at the sight of his thick cock parting your lips.

“Holy shit,” he gasped out when you fully sank onto him, giving him a moment as you rested your hands on his chest, biting your lip at how full you felt.

Kim Taehyung’s dick lived up to its name, long and girthy with the prettiest veins running along the underside of it, the slightest curve of it allowing it to gently nudge along the sweet patch inside of you. It filled you up perfectly, leaving you stunned above him as you adjusted to his size. 

When his breathing evened out, you peeked a glance at him, his forehead slightly damp from the earlier teasing. He looked so utterly fucked out and desperate and it urged you on; you were determined to crack him, show him how great this could be, and so far he seemed more than willing to let go of control.

As you start a slow rhythm, you wished you could bind his wrists behind his back, strapped into a chair, wrapped up in the pretty red rope you used to use on Jungkook, or even drape your favorite blindfold over his eyes like you used to with Hwasa;  but you didn’t want to push him further, you were letting him dip his toe into this.

Taehyung was so used to being in control, so used to being the one in charge of giving for himself, and when he had heard the way you spoke to him: praising him for behaving, all giggly and soft after you had made his mind blank from an orgasm, he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to his normal.

His thumb was still grazing your knees, every time he flicked them upward on your skin he could feel your muscles tense as you lift yourself off of him and snap back down, the sound of your skin slapping together filling up the room. They mixed in with your soft moans, nearly concealing how affected you were by this, hiding the small cries of pleasure felt from the tip of his cock nudging the sweetest spots deep within you. 

Taehyung could feel his blood buzzing in his ear, the feeling of being buried inside of you going beyond what he ever thought, his heart continuing to pound when he felt you tighten around his length.

“Is this worth you leaving whoever you were with earlier tonight?”

Your words caught him off guard for a moment, having to clear the heady feeling in his brain, and he took a moment to wonder how you knew he was with someone, but then your fingers came to prod at the hickeys littering his neck.

Half moons marked his skin as your nails came down to his chest, lightly digging into his skin and he hissed, hips thrusting up slightly. “Shit, I–“ he whined when you began to grind against him, slow rocks of your hips letting him feel the glide of your walls against his cock. “Yes, so worth it.”

You let yourself lean more against his chest, tits pressed along his skin as you brought your face closer. “Do you think she would’ve been able to make you feel this good?”

He doesn’t even have to think about it, immediately shaking his head. “No—fuck, just you.”

You pressed a kiss directly underneath one of the hickeys, leaning back again and cupping your breasts, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as you resumed bouncing on top of him. Sinful slaps of your skin connecting fill up the room like it belonged there, arousal gushing out of you when he whimpers at the visual of you riding him. 

The whiny pleas he let out proved he’s edging close to his release again, making a heat pool in your gut, and he shocks you when he requests for you to place your hands around his throat. He had always been interested in choking, albeit he always imagined he’d be the one with his hands wrapped around someone but this felt right, your thumb and middle finger pressing into his carotid artery had all the stars aligning in his eyes.

Your eyes widened at his reaction, not expecting him to be bold enough to ask for this considering it took him this long to tell you he wanted to fuck you, but you’d take it. You’d take his half lidded gaze as you applied pressure on his neck, his stomach caving in slightly everytime you slid back down on his length, your walls squeezing him deliciously as he neared his end; you’d take all of it. .

He could feel his mind going hazy, drifting up as every nerve in him tingled, hyper fixated on the repeated raunchy, wet sound of you riding him. Taking note of his floaty appearance, you sped up your pace, tightening up around him as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly. “You feel so good Taehyung, cum for me.”

He shivered slightly at your words, your hands squeezing a little tighter against his neck, and suddenly he's cumming. His body was set alight as the feeling caught him by surprise, eyes bulging out and a choked gasp leaving his mouth when you released his throat.

He let out a loud moan of your name, rutting his hips up into you as his dick twitched and filled up the condom, spine sparking with pleasure as you continued to rut against him. “Oh fuck,” he cried out, his hand coming up to tangle into his hair while the small after shocks of his orgasm hit him.

When you reached over to grab the forgotten hitachi wand, his mind blanks, seeing you continuing to grind against his still hard dick as you pressed the head of the wand against your clit had him at a loss.

Fuck you’re hot.

When you smiled down at him, your mouth dropping open slightly when you found the sweet spot, he realized he uttered that out loud. Another groan of his spilled out again when he felt the vibrations against his own cock from how high you had the settings.

You give up on fucking him, letting his cock stay nuzzled deep inside of you as you pressed one hand against his ribs while you hunched over and moaned. The intensity of the vibrator had your whole body trembling, buzzing directly against your swollen clit with precision, making your velvety walls pulse around his sensitive cock. 

The feeling of your orgasm came on strongly, your hand pressing the toy harder against you, and Taehyung felt like he could cum again as you tightened your walls around him, the sensation making him softly rut up into you.

“Oh god, fuck Taehyung,” you gasped out, throwing your head back as your orgasm finally hit you. All Taehyung could do was stare at you in a daze as you came undone, small whimpers leaving your lips as your hips twitched, chasing the pleasure until you were sighing and shutting off the toy, body still trembling from the aftershocks. 

When you tossed it aside you stayed sat on him, breath heaving as you hunched over him slightly. His hands that were on your knees fully came up onto your thighs to gently massage them, wanting to comfort you, the mutual understanding that he was allowed to touch you after sex being passed between you. 

After a minute, you slowly eases yourself off of his soft length, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the bin beside the bed.

Taehyung was entirely spent. Tonight had felt like the longest night of his life, and his eyes were drifting shut when he felt you straddle him again, your arms resting on his chest as you stared up at his sleepy form.

His eye cracked open and he grinned at you when he saw the look on your face; it was the sweet smile you wore when you were up to no good. The fingers on your left hand gently spelled your name on his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your chin rested on top of your arm and you laughed when you saw his eyebrow raise up in question.

“What?” he asked. You were clearly out of the mood that made you want to bind and tease Taehyung until he was crying, wanting to reassure him and make sure he was comfortable after doing things you knew he wasn’t used to with your soft touches.

You hummed softly as you stared into his eyes. “Kim Taehyung is into choking huh?”

His face flushes immediately as he replays his request in his mind, and you pat his chest to get him to stare at you, a small frown on your face at his clear embarrassment. “Hey, it wasn’t a tease. It’s hot.”

Taehyung raised both brows now, staring at you like you had said something absolutely foreign to him. Tonight was a night of firsts and realizations, who knew Taehyung loved the feeling of a vibrator on his cock, and who knew he had a kink for your hands around his throat. “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” you mused, lifting up slightly to inch closer to his face. “Seeing you squirming while I choked you was the hottest thing.”

He could only stare at you, the gears in his head turning as he thought of what just happened. He never imagined he’d be into giving someone control like that. Taehyung knew it was minuscule, but this was all new to him and he loved it already, his brain wondering how much further you could take it.

“You know, I’m kinda into it.” He looked away from you as he said this, still not confident in admitting it and he knew it was silly, especially when he could see how much hearing these words lit your face up.

Your eyes shut when he admitted to this; it always felt like finding gold when you got a man to confess to enjoying this. So many men were always afraid to admit to liking how it felt when a girl took control over them, no matter how subtle, and Taehyung was someone you thought would be a little harder to break down.

“Are you?”

He hummed, his hands finally coming up higher to touch you and his warm grip caught you off guard. But he takes his time as he trails his fingers up and down your sides, gliding across your back, sliding them into your hair and tugging you closer until he’s kissing you, the first time he’s ever taken control of any situation.

He relished in the small gasp you let out as he licked the seam of your lips, his tongue slipping in and massaging against yours slowly for a brief moment until he’s pulling back. Taehyung realized that this is the longest conversation you two have had in person, and the first one where he didn’t feel like a babbling idiot.

“Is there more we can try next time?” he wondered softly, nudging your noses together and kissing you again briefly.

Your mind was already picturing how he’d look tied up, cock swollen and dripping with a cockring sat snuggly around his base, maybe a thick collar around his neck. You could ease him into trying out some of the floggers you have, or tempt him into wax play, maybe ice cubes if he was wary of the wax. So many ideas that had you squirming on top of him with anticipation, and when he saw that look on your face he found himself smiling with you.

“Oh, there's so much Taehyung. You just have to tell me what you’re comfortable with.” Your fingers are raking through his own hair now as he leaned into the touch. “Can you do that?”

When your fingers tugged the strands, he sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Pressing your lips against his again, he feels you smirk against his skin, the small sharpness of your teeth sinking into his lip making him groan. “Good boy.”

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love thy neighbor | kun (m)

title: love thy neighbor pairing: kun x black reader genre: fluff, smut, neighbors to lovers request: “Hello again Rain! I hope you're doing well and I'm happy to see you're open for requests again. Your writing in general is a treat to look forward to. An idea for a fic I'd like to suggest is wayv kun/black oc where they're neighbors that secretly pine for another and do feel free get very nsfw lmao. TY!” word count: 5.7k warnings: alcohol use, protected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, riding a/n: i used a prompt from this list of ideas to help me create this fic.

i’m sorry, this fic could’ve theoretically been finished long ago but took me 3893 years because kun intimidates me (and i don’t know why) and that makes it hard to write for him l m f a o chile anyway...

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Your neighbor might actually kill you one day—but only in the figurative sense.

Kun is too beautiful and kind for your sanity; he’s like one of those men out of a romantic novel who simply should not exist. In other words, the ideal guy. One who helps all the little old ladies in the building take their groceries up to their apartments, one who feeds all the stray cats that hang around the complex, one who helps new tenants move their things in without even being asked.

Your roommate Charlotte would probably be totally smitten over him just like you if she did not already have her own happy relationship with her girlfriend. But since she does, she has decided to spend her time instead teasing you about your crush on him and trying to persuade you into getting tangled up in a matchmaking mess.

“I’m sure he already has a girlfriend, I don’t know, trying to shoot my shot seems ridiculous,” you say to her, worrying the edge of your blanket in your hands. You toss and turn on the couch, flipping onto your stomach and sighing before shuffling onto your back again. “People like that can never stay single for long. Right? They get snapped up quick.”

“You’d know if you simply asked,” Charlotte points out. “Staring holes into his head won’t help you find out more about him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, your fingers stumbling over the blanket as it momentarily slips from your hands. Still, the idea of asking him if he’s dating anyone, whether discreetly or more openly, makes you nervous. You’ve talked to Kun several times before, even hung out with him at those friendly get-togethers your apartment building always holds to get the residents mingling, but you’re still anxious around him. It makes you feel silly, like you’re back in high school; but you aren’t quite sure what to do with those emotions or how to form them into something coherent. “Easy to say all that when you already have the person you want, though.”

“Oh, girl. Love is not easy, but that’s why you have to fucking work for it. AKA, go for what—or who—the hell you want and stop pining over him like some lost Juliet on our couch. It’s better than watching you flop around like a dying fish.”

You stand up from the couch abruptly, leaving your blanket to the side and glaring at her. “You don’t get it, ugh.”

“I get it! But you refuse to let me help—”

“Yes, because if I did, you’d say something completely ridiculous and tell him I’m madly in love with him or something.” You head to the bathroom to check yourself in the mirror.

Charlotte throws her hands up in surrender. “Hey, maybe. But that wouldn’t be a lie.”

“Really? I don’t think—”

“I think so. The way you talk about this guy, it’s definitely sounding a little like love to me.”

Once you’re satisfied, you come back in the main room and grab your keys, wanting to end this conversation before Charlotte sets a world record for how many times she can make you feel embarrassed. “Whatever you say. I’m gonna go to the corner store, so...speak now if you need something or forever hold your peace.”

“You can’t run from it,” Charlotte sing-songs, going back to reading her magazine. “And no, I don’t need anything.”

Once you get out your front door, it’s just your luck when you see Kun’s door is also open. You are not dressed for running into him, of all people; your “corner store” clothes being just a T-shirt, leggings, and slides. You freeze in place and momentarily think about unlocking your door and bolting back inside, which you realize is utterly ridiculous. By then, it’s too late; he’s already coming out his door and closing it behind him. 

He perks up when he sees you outside, smiling at you with those deep dimples that make your insides melt. “Hey Y/N, good to see you.”

“Kun! Uh—great to see you too.”

“Are you going out somewhere?” he asks. Inwardly, he feels a bit silly for asking because you clearly are, keys in hand and everything.

“Yeah, just to the store to get a few things.” You wave your hand, and you almost have the urge to lean on your doorframe to appear more calm and collected than you are. Which could potentially end up looking sillier than you intended. “How about you?”

“Going to see a friend,” he answers, and he brushes his hand through his hair in a way that’s completely casual but somehow modelesque at the same time. This is unbelievable, you think to yourself. “We haven’t met up in a while, so…”

“Oh yeah, it’s always nice to go out with old friends,” you say, smiling at the thought of it. Kun nods his agreement, and then has an abrupt, wild idea to ask if you’d like to go out somewhere sometime. Too busy warring with himself over whether he should take the dive, he doesn’t notice you heading towards the stairs already. “I hope you two have a good time!”

“Oh—thanks. Hope you enjoy your trip.” He chuckles, following you down the steps to get to his car. Well, that moment has passed. Sure, he could probably still ask you now if he was bold enough about it, but it feels too awkward to randomly ask someone out in the middle of a stairwell.

You wave bye to him once you both get in the parking lot. He watches you walk to your car with a wistful smile on his face. He wants to say more to you, but the timing isn’t right and it’s best not to hold you up right now. Plus, Hendery’s probably already waiting for him.

It would’ve provided you with a lot of relief if you knew Kun was facing a similar dilemma to you. He’d never had much problem talking to women he liked in the past, but something about you made him feel clumsy and hesitant. But just like with your inability to move forward, there’s no way for you to know his feelings without him saying anything about it—which he has been hesitating over for the longest. 

Maybe he was also still cowering from the embarrassment of the time he’d tried to show you a magic trick that didn’t quite work out, but it was a convenient excuse. At least for him, anyway.

One day he’d get the courage to tell you how he felt, but he didn’t think today was that day.

–

Some strong shots and a few hours at the club was exactly what you needed to unravel your nerves after a long week. You and a few others from your work had decided to go out that Saturday night as a group effort to unwind from dealing with your overbearing boss. “Just a couple shots” eventually turned into more than that, though, but you weren’t complaining. As long as it gave you the opportunity to discard all your issues for a while, you didn’t mind losing yourself a little.

However, your night of fun quickly dissolves into frustration when you realize you’ve lost your keys and have no way to get back into your apartment. You’re not even sure where they might’ve disappeared—in the club, or in the rideshare back to your apartment?

Charlotte is out of the city for the week visiting her long-distance girlfriend, so there’s no way you’re getting back in your apartment tonight. The main office won’t be open at this hour, either; it’s the weekend, and nobody will be there regardless until Monday. And you’re definitely not drunk enough or desperate enough to try to bust the door down.

Though it pains you to do so, you knock on Kun’s door, your head throbbing and dizzy. You feel bad about this. He won’t even be awake at this hour and might not answer, but you don’t know what other options you have. You aren’t familiar enough with your other neighbors to ask this of them. Especially not the old lady living on the other side of you who has a perpetually judgmental aura towards everyone in the apartment building. The only person she seems marginally approving of is none other than the man himself—Qian Kun.

It takes a good minute or two, but you hear the latch unlock, and Kun is suddenly standing in front of you, a look of concern on his sleepy face. He is adorable like this, in his pajamas and his hair mussed and his eyes foggy with sleep. He’s so cute it makes you want to cry—and so you do. 

But your tears are mostly because you’re very tipsy and tired and currently locked out of your very comfortable apartment.

This awakens Kun immediately. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He gently pulls you into his apartment, his tone quiet but panicked as you put your face in your hands and cry. You just shake your head for a few moments, crying too much to say anything to him. When you don’t reply, he doesn't try to press you for answers; he just puts his arms around you, a bit carefully as if you’re made of some easily breakable material, and lets you wet his T-shirt with your tears.

Finally, when you’ve collected yourself some, you abruptly feel foolish for crying over something like this. He probably thinks someone’s died, and you’ve gotten him all worked up for practically nothing. “I-I’m locked out,” you sigh heavily, and he has enough politeness not to outwardly react to your alcohol breath with your close proximity. “And my roommate is gone…forever.”

His eyebrows lift. “Forever?”

“The whole week, Kun...but it feels like...f-forever.”

“Ah...I see. Is that why you were crying?”

You put your head back in your hands. “Just kill me.”

“Don’t feel bad about it,” Kun says, and there is a tiny lift to his mouth like he wants to smile at your dramatics. “It’s fine. You can stay here tonight.”

“Kun, thank you.” You’re still loosely embracing each other, and you squeeze your arms more tightly around him. Maybe it’s just a reason to rest your head on his chest again and hear his heart beating strong against your cheek, but you wouldn’t admit that. Wait, why is his heart beating so fast? “Thank youuu, I love you so much, this means the world to me.”

Kun’s mind catches on the words I love you so much, and he knows you’re just drunk and need to sleep it off and aren’t really thinking about what you’re saying, but he cannot help lingering there for a moment. He’s glad the front room is still dim from the single lamp he turned on, otherwise you might notice the flush growing on his cheeks. “I...it’s no problem. We should get you comfortable, then.”

As it turns out, get you comfortable means he lets you sleep in his bed while he takes the couch. In another context you’d protest, not wanting to kick him out of his own space, but you are simply too smashed to think about it. You’re seconds away from falling asleep where you stand now that the adrenaline of discovering you’re locked out has worn off. Kun has the idea to make you drink some ice cold water, though, which wakes you up enough to take a proper shower.

By the time you get out of the shower and are wearing his clothes—his clothes—you are feeling a little more sober. You also feel like you’re going to have another small meltdown over all this. “This” being: wearing Kun’s clothes and standing in his bedroom, which is decorated with all his interests and treasured belongings. There’s a small studio setup in one corner, which interests you, but you don’t investigate it any further.

Now you have another little problem, though; what are you gonna do about the pillows? You don’t have anything to cover your hair with, with all your scarves and bonnets in your own apartment. One night of sleeping on a cotton pillow wouldn’t kill you, but that doesn’t make it any less distasteful to think about.

Kun comes into the bedroom to check on you and sees you puzzling around, sitting on the bed and looking awkward. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh. It’s nothing really,” you rush out, unsure if you should tell him about a problem he likely won’t even understand. It must be at least 4:00 a.m. by now, meaning you both desperately need to get some sleep.

“You can tell me, I won’t bite.”

I wouldn’t mind if you did pops into your head, but you immediately try to ignore that thought and are silently grateful that you do not blush visibly.

“Uh, my hair.”

“Your hair?”

“Okay, I need to cover it at night so it won’t get all broken off or anything—sleeping on cotton does wonders for destroying moisture—but I don’t have anything here to use. I mean—it’s...not a huge deal though, I can deal with it for a night?” You’re rambling now. Kun just nods, taking in all this information like he’s listening to something very important and very interesting.

“So then, what would you do to stop that?”

“Wear a scarf, or a bonnet, or using a silk pillowcase works, too. But you probably don’t have any of that stuff, you don’t have to bother with it—”

“Well, let me see.” Kun disappears into his closet and you pause, wondering for a moment if he actually does have a bonnet or something in there. Which would probably be a little hilarious to you.

He comes back out with not a bonnet of a scarf or even a pillowcase, but one of his own shirts. It’s just the right material though, being a pretty purple silk.

“Oh—Kun.” At this point, there are several emotions all trying to come to the forefront, though you have no clue which one to settle on. “Your shirt? You really don’t have to. I could…”

“It’s just a shirt, Y/N. There are a lot more where that comes from...I don’t mind.” He chuckles.

You sigh bashfully but take the shirt from him. “Thank you, it’s really thoughtful of you.” You cover the pillow with his shirt, and it works perfectly.

“Anyway, if you need anything else, just tell me,” he says, lingering by the door.

“I will...thank you,” you say, your voice quiet as you give him a nervous smile. Only when he shuts the door and his footsteps fade away do you allow yourself to bunch the comforter in your fists and scream into it. Everything in here smells just like him, which is probably more than enough to fuel all of your Qian Kun-related daydreams for the next 8 months.

It doesn’t take long for you to drift off when you finally do lie down, and your mind is blissfully empty of anything throughout the night.

--

The next day takes a bit of settling into. You’re momentarily alarmed when you wake up faced with a strange room until you remember last night’s events and recall where you are. There is also the smell of food, good food, which is also sadly unfamiliar to you. Charlotte can’t cook to save either of your lives, so you know you’d never be waking up to the smell of a professional chef-approved breakfast if you were still in your apartment with her.

Walking out of Kun’s room, you see that he’s in the kitchen, halfway finished with cooking breakfast for the both of you. It’s more like brunch at this hour, but what does that matter.

You linger at the doorway for a moment, allowing yourself to imagine that this is what things would be like if you were dating. Getting this view everyday? Life cannot be this unfair.

Maybe not too much, though, since you are standing in his kitchen.

“Oh, good morning,” he greets you, breaking your reverie. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning. I slept great. Thanks again for, you know, the shirt, haha…”

He grins, and his dimples come out. “Sure thing. Go ahead and sit! Breakfast will be ready soon.”

It’s the best breakfast you’ve eaten since living with Charlotte; maybe some of the best food you’ve ever had. “I had no idea you could cook this well,” you say. “I mean. I guess I wouldn’t since I haven’t—you know, uh—eaten here before, but—it’s great.” It’s just your luck that your thoughts come out in this fumbling mini-rant, but Kun only laughs good-naturedly.

“Thank you, I’m truly glad you like it.”

You both continue eating breakfast while making light conversation. This just might be the longest conversation you’ve had with each other, and that knowledge seems surreal. You’re almost a little glad you lost your key. Almost.

“So...today is Sunday. And the leasing office still won’t be open until Monday.” Kun says this over the remnants of breakfast. He speaks in a measured tone, like he’s trying to ensure he says the right thing. Whatever that could possibly be. “And you told me your roommate won’t be back until Monday.”

To your credit, you hadn’t exactly accounted for this when you first came over to his place in your distressed state. That means another night spent in his apartment though, which becomes very obvious to you now. “Ah. Sorry, am I imposing?”

“What—no, I-I just wanted to make sure you knew you can stay here tonight, or—however long you need.”

Relief floods through you, and you briefly wonder why you even worried about it; as far as you know, he’s not the kind of person to just kick someone out. “Ohh, of course—that’s good to know. Thank you for all this!”

“You’re welcome.” You miss the smile he gives to your response as you’re busy drinking your juice, but it’s one filled with a certain affection.

--

It feels a bit awkward to just sit around in his apartment all day, with nothing to do and all your belongings still locked out of your reach in your own place, so Kun shows you the studio in the corner of his room. He’d talked about being into music before, but you’d never heard anything of his until now.

When he plays the keyboard for you, it’s to the tune of a beautiful self-composed song. You almost pinch yourself to remind yourself this isn’t a hallucination or a fever dream. A man this appealing really exists, and you’ve stayed the night in his apartment and eaten his breakfast. You give a small round of applause when he finishes.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you became a famous singer or something? I’d come to all your concerts,” you say lightly, kicking your legs on the edge of his bed.

“All? Really, all?” He laughs.

“Yes, all. A voice and talent like that deserves all the attention.” You lean back on his bed, stretching your legs out. “But all your venues would probably be sold out. Hopefully you’d remember me from your lil’ ole apartment building. I’m sure you’d be living in a penthouse by then.”

Kun smiles bashfully at your compliments, waving his hands as if it’s too much. “Thank you. But I don’t think I could ever forget you.” His voice grows a bit softer. His expression is more genuine than you expect for a conversation that was so playful only seconds ago, and you find it hard to hold eye contact all of a sudden.

It is your turn to be bashful, and you shrug in an effort to seem natural. “Well, I’m flattered.” Despite your unaffected demeanor, you don’t think those words will leave your mind for a good while, even if you wonder about the meaning of them. 

--

Later that evening, Kun makes dinner and you watch TV together, flipping to whatever channels have dramas or movies playing.

You two eventually fall into another conversation when you can’t find anything good to watch—one that does not make you overly nervous for once. During a lull in the talking, that big question pops up into your mind, and you wince internally at how Charlotte would’ve already told you to make a move. You aren't sure how to do that without making him uncomfortable or seeming too sudden, but you decide to make an attempt.

You edge into it with, “So, um, your place looks pretty nice for one guy. It’s just you here, right?”

“Ah yeah, just me. Thanks, I do try my best.”

“Haha, I’m used to my guy friends all having super messy apartments until they get a girlfriend and she teaches them how to clean a stove for the first time…”

“Oh really? That’s a bit sad for them, isn’t it?” He chuckles. “I’m not dating anyone right now, so it’s all me.”

Just the information you were looking for. You try not to show your elation. “Why not?” you blurt out. Then you cringe because this might sound too invasive or even judgmental, but Kun only grins. “It’s just, it’s a little surprising. You’re such a generous person. You seem to care about everyone, even those poor stray kitties that stay outside the apartments all the time.”

He smiles timidly in response to receiving more of your compliments. “I guess it seems curious when you put it like that.” Just like when you’d drunkenly said I love you so much, there’s suddenly heat on the back of his neck that he hopes won’t turn into another blush that’ll expose him. “I don’t really know, I haven’t thought much about it; life’s weird like that.” He isn’t really sure how to answer that question in a way that won’t be too big of a hint that he’s interested in you, though he’s also not entirely sure why he’s still trying to hide it. Wouldn’t now be the perfect opportunity? When will you two have this much time together again? Still, you staying in his apartment for two days doesn’t mean you like him, and maybe he’s jumping the gun.

“That’s true. Guess that’s the same reason why I’ve been alone for a while now.” You shake your head.

“You?” Kun is equally surprised to know this about you.

You laugh incredulously. “Does that shock you or something?”

“I...well.” He rubs the back of his neck as he searches for the words. “I just thought...you’re very pretty, and you’re always really kind when we speak, so...”

“Oh?” Your face heats up at that.

“Yeah, I…think anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

“Oh.” Your body’s first instinct is to freeze with nervousness, but you know Charlotte would be kicking your ass in gear right now if she were somehow here. So, you decide to stop stressing about it and just do it. “Well...wouldn’t it be nice if we both had a way to fix our problems at the same time?”

Kun pauses for a moment before replying. “What do you suggest?” He knows what you are proposing—you can see in his eyes and his slight grin and his posture that he knows—but maybe he wants to hear you say it out loud.

“Hm, well…I don’t know, what do you think?” You lean a bit closer to him, raising your eyebrows and trying your best to look innocent and unassuming. His smile turns into something different with your increased proximity. Something a little more sly.

Mirroring your actions, he inches nearer to you until there’s little space left between. “Well, I think…” Kun tentatively closes the remaining gap between the two of you, the rest of his sentence left to linger as his soft lips envelop yours.

Maybe it’s corny to say it, but it definitely feels like one of those fairytale kisses with the fireworks going off and streamers popping; even though you’re sitting on his couch wearing his pajamas, some movie in the background you’ve long forgotten the plot of, empty dinner plates sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

You aren’t sure how you end up in his lap—who made the first move? Was it his hand on your back or your hands on his shoulders? You straddle him on the couch, your arms slipping around his shoulders and his hands on your back but assuredly traveling farther down your body.

Kun’s hands come to rest on your thighs, pulling the fabric of his shorts up a few inches higher. “I never thought I’d see you wearing my clothes,” he says lowly, grinning against your mouth.

“I also never thought I’d be sitting in your lap like this, but maybe sometimes dreams do come true,” you say jokingly, your lips rubbing against his skin as you slowly kiss his jaw.

You can’t see his expression, but his eyebrows shoot up at that. “Dreams, huh? You think about me often?” His voice pitches lower when he asks this, aroused by the thought of you imagining anything quite so lewd about him. You’ve definitely incriminated yourself now and won’t be able to wiggle out of it without an answer.

“...Maybe.”

“What do you think about me?” Kun grips your hips, which quickly turns into him grabbing your ass—tentatively at first to test the waters, and then firmly enough to grind you against his hardening cock. Sensing him solid and warm underneath you sends a shockwave down your spine, and the sensation heightens when his voice caresses your ear, all low and tense with arousal. “It’s just the two of us here. No one else has to know.”

“I think about your...lips. How you might kiss me. Or what you might say to me. And...your hands.” You pause there, a quiet breath whispering past your lips. “You have really big hands, you know.”

“My hands…” Kun places one on your chest, spreading his fingers across and touching your collarbone. The heel of his palm glides on the top of your breast, and just that touch is enough to get you more worked up. “Hmm. Actually, I’ll admit I’m pretty good with my hands.” He smirks, and he’s possibly the finest thing you’ve ever seen. “What else, Y/N?”

“I thought about how you’d touch me.” His hand slides between your breasts now, down your sternum, and to your stomach. “Maybe I’d invite you into my apartment when Charlotte wasn’t there. We’d watch some stupid movie and pretend to be into it, but we’re really just thinking about each other. You’d eventually end up slipping your hand up my skirt...and making me cum all over your fingers.”

You aren’t sure how you’re saying all this to Kun right now, the dude you have a major crush on, without bursting into flames.

His shaft rubbing against your clit even through your layers of clothes makes you sigh dreamily, pressing your forehead to his and gripping at his shoulders and biceps. His bangs are soft against your forehead, and your breath stutters when he moves to kiss the side of your neck. He has to know how hard your heart is beating right now.

“And then what?” His voice is barely a whisper, then.

“And then you’d fuck me, of course.” There’s a slight laugh in your voice at the ticklish feeling of his lips kissing your skin.

“And then I’d fuck you...hm,” he echoes. “Sure, I can do that.”

The promise of it entices you, and more heat pools between your legs, amplified by the fabric rubbing against your sensitive parts. His hand that’s still on your stomach travels under your shirt then, and your hips falter in your rhythm against him when his fingers brush across your nipple. He brings his lips to your other breast, lapping his tongue against your nipple over the fabric.

You soon come like this, his shaft grinding against your clit and his clothes rubbing against your skin, his hands on your ass and his lips traveling across your breasts. The orgasm is sudden and surprises you, but it’s good, and you convulse as the waves of pleasure course through you. You weaken and slump against him, with him still teasing your breasts with his mouth and hands. Pushing your face into his hair, you moan into the black strands until the quivering stops.

You’re breathless when you speak again. “You haven’t come yet.”

“I’d rather do that when I’m inside you,” he replies. You giggle quietly.

“...What are you waiting for, then?”

“Hold on.” Kun carefully maneuvers you off his lap, and you already want to complain at the lack of his touch. “I have to get a condom.”

“Hurry, or you’ll miss all the fun,” you say as you pull your shirt off with your back to him. You look back over your shoulder at him and grin mischievously.

“You’re such a tease…”

Kun goes into his room to fetch a condom, and when he returns he’s already pulling his shirt off, leaving it on the floor somewhere. You’re fully naked now, your legs pulled up to your chest and your chin resting on your knees as you sit on the couch. Kun’s eyes drop between your legs, your inner thighs still glistening from your previous orgasm, and he swipes his tongue across his lips at the sight of you, wet and ready for him.

Likewise, your eyes drop to the dark trail of hair leading into his pants and his bulge just below it, the way his sweatpants cling to his length, and your pussy throbs with the desire to be filled.

“Please, hurry.”

Kun doesn’t waste any time in getting the rest of his clothes off, shoving his pants and underwear done in one swift move and rolling the condom over his shaft. He climbs onto the couch, grabbing your legs and guiding them around his waist, and you giggle at his eager but gentle touch as you recline on the couch pillows behind you.

He grabs his dick and lines it up with you, then pushes it in slowly at first. The stretch makes your toes curl, but it is a good kind of stretch, the kind that fills you to the brim. Like the missing element you needed.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice husky from the pleasure.

“Fuck, please,” is your answer as you shift your hips and try to get him all the way inside quicker. Noticing your urgency, he slides the rest of the way in until your hips are flush against each other and starts thrusting into you. His length dragging across your walls feels much better than you could’ve imagined on any given night, and you clasp your legs tighter around him to get ever closer.

After a point, he pushes your legs up with his hands behind your knees so he can get a deeper angle, and you both moan at the difference in sensation and how much tighter you get around him.

There is no ignoring the messy wet noises of your bodies colliding due to the slickness of your previous orgasm and the new wetness he’s continually fucking out of you. Each thrust reaches deep inside you, deep enough to make you nearly sob, your hands fumbling over your breasts and your clit all the while.

“Kun, god yes please,” you whimper, rocking your hips into the rhythm of his own. You fucking him back makes him groan deeply, his bangs hanging off his forehead as he dips his head to watch himself slide in and out of you. You could not control the urge or the motion of your body even if you wanted to; you want all of him, as close as he can get.

“I don’t want this to end,” he moans, and he pulls out without a warning. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, and your discontent comes out in a full whine. You’d be more embarrassed about it if you weren’t currently consumed with desire, but you presently do not care.

Kun sits back on the couch and pulls you on top of him again. “Ride me,” he says. So you grasp the base of his cock, him grunting as you do, and you press the tip against your entrance before pushing it in. He watches himself slip inside of you while fully enraptured, one hand tight on your hip.

Once you are full with him again, you experimentally grind against him to see how it’ll feel in this new position, and your arms tremble as his pelvis stimulates your clit.

“Go ahead,” he whispers, grasping the nape of your neck and kissing you hard once more, “fuck yourself on me.”

So you keep grinding your clit on him like that, your limbs shaking from the stimulation and your walls fluttering around his cock. You can barely catch a complete breath from him kissing you hard enough to make your lips swell, and your head is so fogged with lust that all you can concentrate on is getting yourself off just like he told you to do.

“Kun…” You roll your head onto his shoulder, pressing your forehead into his skin, your body tiring as you get closer to reaching that high. You’re so close to coming, but you’re not sure if you have enough strength left to get there on your own. Kun notices the state you’re in and grasps your hips to pull them into his, effortlessly sliding himself into you while making sure your clit gets stimulated at the same time.

The new friction of his dick rubbing against your g-spot in this position is enough to have you finally coming and crying out against his neck.

You continue babbling nonsense against his neck as he keeps fucking you, searching for his own end. His hands are hot on your body as he moves you up and down his length.

His climax comes soon after yours, his dick pulsing and his pace slowing. Your back arches at the sensation of him throbbing inside you and releasing his cum into the condom. The way he groans in your ear has your stomach clenching.

For a few minutes after, you both sit quietly and do nothing but cling to one another as you come down from the pleasure.

“So, does this mean we’re together now…?” Kun asks hopefully, running his hands over your back as you lie against him.

You smile against his skin. “Obviously. But if you still want to convince me, we can go a couple more rounds…”

[sleepysnk]

HELLO I'M HERE TO POST SOME SMUT FOR EREN BECAUSE I'M FILTHY LIKE THAT. this was inspired by this post, so i'm here to feed y'all. i hope you guys enjoy! <3

Zip it Up

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Eren's body lay still as he slept in his bed comfortably, the boy had been sleep deprived the past three days due to exams and finals in school. He'd stay up past 2 A.M. working on different assignments to boost his grades and it was taking a lot from him, he'd sleep at odd hours and stay up the whole night.

His body shifted around as the sudden ringing from his phone broke him out of his slumber.

Groaning, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand, he stared at the screen noticing it was his girlfriend (Y/N). His eyes squinted as the bright light burned his vision slightly.

He sighed, clicking the accept option. "Hey baby.. what's up?" Eren asked, voice still groggy and deep.

(Y/N) was in her car, driving back from her day at school. "Eren? Were you sleeping? I'm sorry if I woke you babe, I just wanted to call and check in on you," she said.

Eren smiled a bit. "Yeah you woke me up but don't worry, I don't mind." he said, sitting up against the bed frame. "Are you in the car?" he asked, hearing the soft noises in the background.

She giggled a bit. "Yeah I am. I actually wanted to come and see you, unless you're busy." she said, smiling a bit.

Eren checked the time on his phone, seeing it was 12:30 in the afternoon. "Yeah you can come over (Y/N), I just gotta look a little less scary." he said, running his fingers through his chocolate brown locks.

(Y/N) sighed. "Alright babe, that's fine. I'll text you when I get to your place okay?" she said.

He sat up. "Sounds like a plan," he replied, looking around his room.

Eren heard the click of the phone call ending, he tossed his phone onto his bed and stood up. He didn't really have anything nice to wear, but he was in his own house and it was just his girlfriend, so he decided to dress in a casual outfit.

A black zip up hoodie and some grey cotton shorts.

Eren walked into the bathroom, he stared at his dark circles. He was still tired, even after sleeping in almost half the day.

After a quick shower, he got dressed and tied his hair into a low messy bun. The zip up hoodie he had was zipped open, exposing his abs and his chest. His girlfriend had seen him like that before, Eren was always dressing bummy. He just wanted to be comfortable, who could blame him?

He exited the bathroom and reached for his phone, reading the messages he got from (Y/N).

(Y/N)🖤: i'm outside

Eren sat up, exiting his room and heading towards the door. He opened it and saw his girlfriend standing there, she eyed him and a smile grew onto her lips.

"You seem comfy," she said, stepping into his apartment.

Eren chuckled, putting his arms around her waist. "Mm.. why not?" he replied, pulling her closer to his body. He rested his chin on her head "It's good to see you," he added, smiling a bit.

(Y/N) smiled, taking in the scent of his body wash. "I missed you a ton," she said, looking up at him.

He kissed her cheek. "I missed you more princess," he replied, smiling down at her.

The two talked for awhile, Eren talked about his shitty sleep schedule and how he's been juggling assignments for the past few nights. Of course (Y/N) didn't necessarily think that was a good idea, she was always that type of girl who would want her boyfriend to make good choices for himself. Reminding him to sleep or drink water, but sometimes Eren didn't listen. Finding it funny when she would slap his arm about not sleeping properly.

"I'm still tired," Eren groaned, rubbing his eyes which were droopy.

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. "That's what you get Mr.Nightowl," she said, playfully tugging at his hair.

Eren chuckled, walking towards his living room. He lied down on the couch, his hoodie falling away from his abdomen, exposing his abs and his chest. The sight made heat rush onto (Y/N)'s cheeks, Eren had the nicest muscles.

"Baby!" Eren called from the couch. "Come here! Let me hold you," he yelled, reaching his arms towards her.

(Y/N) laughed, taking off her shoes and approaching him. She stood in front of him as he grabbed her arm, forcing her down on top of him. She yelped a bit as she straddled him.

"Lay down.. I wanna cuddle," he said, with a slight pout of his lips.

She giggled, leaning down onto his muscular chest. "Okay fine! I'm here babe," she replied, smiling hearing his heartbeat by her ear.

Eren's arms wrapped around her torso tightly, he squeezed her a few times. "Ugh.. I've missed cuddling with you all damn day. You never fail to make cuddles great," he said, kissing the top of her head.

A few minutes went by, no words were spoken between them as they just sat in each other's embrace.

(Y/N) sat up, staring down at her boyfriend under her. "You need some sleep," she said, brushing the few strands of hair out of his face.

He laughed, taking her wrist into his hand. "Nah I don't need sleep baby. I just need you," he replied, running his fingers up her thighs.

(Y/N) smirked as she moved her body further back towards his hips. His abs were now in sight, she decided since she was on top of him, to take advantage of the situation.

Her fingers ghosted over his abs as she began to poke and tickle at his stomach. Eren started laughing, trying to push her hands away.

"Babe! What the fuck!" Eren yelled, while trying to push her hands away. His breath was uneven as he felt her fingers in his sides.

He took her wrists into his hands. "Your face was priceless!" she said, laughing.

Eren smirked as he grabbed her waist. "You're gonna regret that," he said lowly.

She felt a shiver go down her spine as Eren lifted her up, placing her down on the couch as he hovered over her. He took in her beauty, smirking as he leaned down to press a kiss onto her lips.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Eren got in between her legs, grabbing her thighs as he brought them around her waist, a print was starting to show in his shorts.

"Eren.." (Y/N) said quietly, staring up at her boyfriend who was staring down at her. Her eyes widened a bit seeing the print formed in his pants, bubbles of anticipation formed in her stomach.

Eren fixed his bun, leaning down to put both of his hands by her head. "Lay down for me," he said, eyes filled with desire.

She nodded, laying her head down against the couch cushions. Eren nipped softly at the flesh of her neck, his hand running down to meet the hem of her leggings. He slipped his hand underneath to feel her clothed clit, which was already soaked with arousal.

"You're so wet for me already.." he groaned, taking his fingers out of her pants.

He hooked his fingers around her leggings, taking them off along with her panties. The cooler air hit her skin causing shivers to go down her spine.

(Y/N) opened her legs a little wider for him. "Eren please.." she pleaded.

Eren chuckled, leaning up to kiss her again. "Don't worry beautiful I got you, I'd hate to leave my princess needy." he said, smirking.

He moved down in between her legs, savoring the view of how wet her pussy was. The sight alone made his mouth water. He ran his finger down her folds, sending a few shivers throughout her body.

(Y/N) gripped the sheets as she felt his tongue against her pussy. A loud moan came from her mouth as the contact was made, Eren wrapped his arms around her thighs spreading her apart even more so his tongue could explore deeper into her.

"Eren! Yes! Like that.." she moaned, putting her hands into his hair.

She suddenly felt two digits enter into her, the pleasure making her feel dizzy.

"You take everything so well.. you're such a good girl for me," he said, rubbing circles in her inner thigh. "I'm gonna fuck you so good," he added, looking up at her with lust filled eyes.

(Y/N) whined as she felt his fingers disappear from her pussy. "Babe! I was close.." she said, watching as Eren stood up.

He smirked, licking her arousal off his fingers. "I didn't want you to cum yet. You only cum on my cock," he replied, tossing his shorts off leaving him in just his hoodie.

He sat down beside her. "Come sit.." he said, patting his lap.

(Y/N) nodded, standing up and maneuvering herself onto his lap. Eren took his cock and began to rub his tip along her folds, the area was slick with arousal, she felt pleasure coming from her core causing her to moan a bit.

"Eren... don't tease me.." she moaned and put her hands onto his shoulders.

He smirked. "I saw you eyeing my abs earlier... I thought I'd give you a nice view," he said, leaning into her ear. "Beg me." he ordered.

She felt the tip of his cock slowly rubbing along her dripping core. "E-Eren.. please! Please baby... please put it in," she cried, gripping his shoulders.

"Beg me to do what princess?" he asked, nibbling on the shell of her ear.

"Fuck me please.. I want your cock inside of me," she replied her breathing deep and heavy.

Eren positioned his cock at her entrance and eased her down slowly onto his cock. He groaned feeling her tight walls surrounding him, her core was hot and wet. (Y/N) cried out in pleasure feeling his cock thrusting deep inside of her. The position giving access deep into her core.

"Fuckkk.. your pussy is so tight," Eren groaned, putting his hands on her hips. "You like my cock deep in your pussy? Hm baby?" he asked, smirking at her.

She barely could get words out as her head was clouded. "Yes! Yes! I fucking love your cock baby..." she cried, digging her nails into his shoulder.

Her words only encouraged Eren to go faster, he wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her chest towards his. He began to thrust into her quickly, his balls slapping against her pussy filled the room.

"Fuck! Eren.. just like that! Right there!" (Y/N) moaned, rolling her hips a bit to feel his cock.

Eren put his hands onto her waist and bounced her on his cock. "Like that baby.. bounce on my fucking dick. I wanna see your pretty face," he said, putting his hand around her throat giving a small squeeze.

She looked down at Eren who had a slight pink to his cheeks. "Eren.. fuck!" she cried out, feeling his cock thrust into her.

She felt the band in her stomach beginning to loosen as his thrusts continued, Eren felt her walls beginning to slowly tighten around his cock.

"You gonna cum baby? I wanna feel your little pussy cum all over my fucking cock," Eren said, a slight growl coming out of his mouth.

He used his thumb to rub circles in her clit, she leaned down kiss him as she felt her orgasm take over her body. Her legs shook as her pussy creamed around his cock, her walls squeezing his cock.

"Good fucking girl princess," Eren said, a sly smirk on his face as he continued to thrust into her.

His cock twitched inside of her as his own orgasm was approaching.

"Cum inside me please.." she cried, kissing at his neck. "Fill my pussy up baby.." she moaned.

Eren's thrusts grew quicker, suddenly he reached his orgasm. Thick hot ropes shot into her pussy, a loud groan erupted from his throat as he came inside of her pussy.

"Oh fuck (Y/N)!" Eren yelled, throwing his head back as his nails dug into her hips.

The two sat there for a second catching their breaths, a layer of sweat was on Eren's head. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, watching as the mix of his and her cum leaked out of her pussy onto her thighs.

"I love to see that.." Eren said, smirking as he looked up at (Y/N).

She stood up on wobbly legs. "I enjoyed the view," she said, eyeing Eren's abs that had a view scratch marks from her nails.

Eren looked down, rolling his eyes playfully. "Should I zip it up next time?" he asked raising a brow.

"Uh absolutely not! I like the view," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "I think I wanna see more though," she added, smiling at him.

His brow quirked up at her words. "Say.. I need another shower.. you can see more there," he said, standing up and hovering over her.

"Oh? Really? I'd love to see it," (Y/N) said, running her fingers down his abs towards his v-line.

Suddenly, Eren picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. "You're gonna see a lot more then baby," he said, going towards the bathroom.

[darylsgirl]

The Farmers Daughter                       Daryl Dixon Smut 18+

Request: Hey i really love all your stories. Could you do one where, the reader is Hershel's daughter and she has just turned 21 and she has a massive crush on Daryl. She is tired of being babied by the entire family ( they won't let her out of prison gates cause she's young) so she asks to go on a run with Daryl as her 21st bday gift. On the run she kinda seduces him and smut ensues.

Also she has kinda tried to seduce him at the prison before too (just subtle hints)

Please please take my request 🥺🥺🥺

Hey guys! Here’s my first ever story written for a request! Hope you liked the way it turned out Anon! And i hope your all having a lovely day <3

Love Jen x

                                                    Masterlist 

You had to admit it was a beautiful day. Looking out across the prison yard, If you ignored the walkers groaning at the fences and well... the whole end of the world thing it might have been a perfect day. Everyone was feeling safe and relaxed for the first time in a long time and enjoying the day as you would have before the end. 

Approaching your dad seeing the relaxed look on his face, You’d thought this would be the perfect opportunity to ask him to let you go out on a run, You were the middle green daughter and he didn’t let you forget it. It was so unfair! He always let Maggie and Beth do whatever they wanted but kept you close by at all times wanting to teach you all he could about medicine, Treating you like nothing more than a baby even though you had just turned 21. 

As always when you asked to go with Daryl his face turned to stone. “You know my feelings on this Y/N, Your much too young, Everyone has a job to do and yours is here” 

“Dad please! I’ve been training, I can take care of myself. You let Beth go! She’s younger than me! Stop treating me like a child” 

“Y/N that’s enough, I said no” 

Knowing you wouldn’t get anything further out of him you stormed off it probably didn’t help things that you were maybe acting like a bit of a child right now. But you couldn’t help it, you were so mad! He had to know you were no longer a child. Most middle children get ignored but not you, He was more strict when it came to you, Babied you constantly. Even before the end Maggie and Beth loved it of course it meant they got away with more because he was always so focused on you. 

Part of you understood why. There had been a nasty incident a few years back with a boy from school which ended in your dad having to pull a shot gun at him to get him to stay away from you. Smiling you remembered the prick’s probably dead now, You’d definitely gotten the last laugh!

Ever since then Hershel had been extremely protective of you, He’d let you attend self defence classes and even taught you to shoot, Which is why it was so mind boggling that he wouldn’t let you do your part. You felt useless just sitting around all day reading old medical books and occasionally helping fix someone up. 

You wanted more than anything to be out there, Pulling your weight helping feed this family! You needed to be out there….With him.

When Daryl had appeared on your family’s farm that day on his motorbike, Your knees almost went weak. That was a man, He was sheer perfection. Unfortunately for you he was a bit of a standoffish man. 

You tried for weeks to get his attention shyly moving closer to him whenever he was around, Whenever he even looked at you he caused the blush to rise in your cheeks.

When he had fallen onto his arrow you were there mopping his brow as he slept. Sadly when he woke he only gave you a grunt of acknowledgement. But still it was more than he had before. 

Still you persisted, He had started warming up to you more since the trip to the prison. You were the one to make sure he ate and cleaned him up every time he managed to get another wound. It was slow going but before you knew it muttered thanks had turned into longer sentences from him. 

He still wasn’t much of a talker but at least he noticed you now. Not in the way you wanted him to but it was better than nothing.

You raised your hand in welcome to him as you saw him making his way across the yard to you.

“Hershel say no?” He asked when he came and took a seat with you on the grass. 

Nodding you sighed, pulling your knees to your ample chest.  Nudging you slightly “Ya don’t wanna be out there anyway, Get’s too dangerous” 

Rolling your eyes “Oh please not you too? How many times do i have to say i can handle myself! I just need a few hours out of here!”

An idea coming to your head you turned to him putting your hand on his shoulder, He froze slightly at this as he seemed to every time anyone touched him. Deciding to ignore it you turned his torso slightly to face yours. 

“You could convince him! You said yesterday there was a pharmacy not too far from here that looked untouched!” 

Shaking his head at you “No Y/N I ain’t goin against Hershel, He’s a good man” 

“Please Daryl, You could consider it a birthday gift to me? And i could be useful! I know what medicines to look out for” 

“Who said i was gonna get ya anything?” He grumbled. Moving closer to him and putting your hand on his chest. 

“Please Daryl, He’ll listen to you” You purred hoping it came across sultry. 

His eyes met yours very briefly, His eyes wide when he saw how close you were. Standing to his feet suddenly “Alright fine, If it’ll get ya to quit harpin on”

He turned leaving you on the grass before stalking off towards your dad. You waited there for what felt like forever watching the corner he had disappeared behind. 

When he finally reappeared you got to your feet meeting him halfway.

“Well?” He gave you a short nod of confirmation. Jumping up at him excitedly you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you!!” He froze in place again before relaxing into your hug. 

Patting your shoulder once “Go on then, Get ya stuff we leave in 10” As you pulled away you saw a slight smile on his lips before running back to the Cells to grab a bag. Packing two bottles of water and some protein bars leaving the rest empty to carry anything you might find. Slinging it over your shoulder before strapping your pistol to one side of your belt and your knife on the other. 

Running back out you saw your dad waiting by the step. You almost knocked him off his crutches hugging him tightly

“Thank you Daddy”

He hugged you back “You be safe Y/N Listen to everything Daryl tells you!” Pulling away from him you nodded gratefully. 

“Ready to go?” Smiling you turned and started to walk away. Hearing your dad call “Take care of my little girl Dixon!” Daryl just raised an arm in response before leading you over to the bike. 

Swinging his leg over her motioned for you to do the same. Smiling happily you jumped on the back wrapping your arms firmly around his chest, Your fingers desperately wanting to touch all of him. 

“Ya don’t need to hold on so tight!” He grumbled at you. “Oh sorry!” You moved your hands slowly from his chest favouring every second until they were resting gently on his waist. As he pulled out of the main gate you put your chin on his shoulder grinning.

He hid the bike a few blocks away from the pharmacy before continuing on foot. On the way you only encountered one walker. Putting your hand on his arm as he raised his crossbow. 

“Let me do it” He nodded to you, letting you charge ahead with your knife drawn. Easily taking the walker down, Swiping the walkers feet from under it you plunged your knife into his head before turning back to Daryl “See i can take care of myself”

Handing you a rag from his belt you cleaned the blood off your knife before handing it back to him. 

“Never said you couldn’t Y/N” he said before continuing on to the pharmacy. As you reached the shutters Daryl Raised one slightly looking underneath before knocking on the shutter a few times making a racket.

“Daryl! What are you doing” You whispered urgently. 

He put his finger to his mouth while he listened for a moment before pulling the shutter fully open stepping behind it motioning for you to follow. Stepping in you noticed the door to the pharmacy was still closed and your bodies were pressed tightly together. 

Your breath was stuck in your chest, Your heart pounding as you felt his body on yours. He looked at you confused for a moment before moving his arms around you to the open shutter. Pulling it back down again, You felt as the muscles in his arms rolled down your entire body pulling the shutter. His head was at your crotch when you let in a sharp intake of breath as his head brushed you core. 

He darted upwards to you again “You ok Y/N? We can go back if ya scared”

His words snapping you out of it, You felt the blush rise in your face “m’not scared”

You were dying for him to kiss you, As you looked up you saw his lips were only inches from yours, Surely he had to feel this too? You closed your eyes inching closer till your lips were just about touching. You could feel his hot breath cascading over your lips. The world paused for a second while you waited to see if he would close the gap. 

Clearing his throat “Looks empty, Let’s go in” You opened your eyes as you heard the tinkle of the bell signalling the door had been opened. And just as quick as the moment had come it was gone. 

You stood frozen at the door for a moment trying to gather your thoughts. Could he really not see what just being in close proximity to him did to her? 

You walked after him further into the pharmacy jumping behind the desk “Jackpot! This place is completely untouched!” 

“Grab what we need, We’ll come back for the rest with more people” 

You filled your bag as Daryl went around the aisles picking up other essentials. 

You closed the pharmacy back up adding a lock to the shutter as you left, Hopefully no one else would stumble across it before you had a chance to come back. 

Daryl agreed when you asked to walk back through the woods. It was far too hot to go all that way in the sun. It was still hot under the trees but at least you were being protected from the sun, Daryl stopped and waited for you as you dropped your bag pulling off the loose over shirt your father always made you wear. 

You saw his eyes wander over you as it came over your head showing your curves to him for the first time in your tight white vest. 

His eyes were dark, You couldn’t tell if he was angry with you or if it was something else. 

Looking away from him now “Sorry, I just need some air….Wait what’s that?” He darted forward pushing his body in front of you looking for danger. 

Rolling your eyes you stepped around him picking up the bag and heading to the cabin you had seen. Stopping in the doorway you copied Daryl’s previous actions knocking on the doorway. 

All of a sudden his arms were around you lifting you from the ground pulling you inside the cabin, Closing the door behind you both his hand was over your mouth, His mouth to your ear “Shh, There’s a herd bout 50, Don’t think they saw us” 

As he put you gently back down you both made your way further into the cabin to check for threats, After searching the bedroom he pulled you inside before blocking the door with the set of drawers. 

He made his way to the bed before lying down “might as well make ourselves comfortable gonna be here awhile” You sat on the bed not facing him for a moment before taking a deep breath and lying down on the bed. 

You saw him looking at your chest before he sat back up “Almost forgot” He grabbed his bag. “Happy birthday 21 right?” 

Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and handing it to you. You looked at it nervously taking a deep breath and just going for it. You ripped the cork out taking a deep swig, Dropping the bottle back down you scrunched your nose a little in disgust

“What girl ya never had whiskey?” 

“Never had any alcohol, Dad never let us with him being in recovery and all” You shrugged taking another pull on the bottle. 

He snatched it from your hands then “Didn’ no it were your first. Ya can’t drink it like water, Gotta take it slow” 

You chuckled slightly at his words laying back down on the bed with him following you. 

“What’s so funny kid?” 

“Don’t call me that” You said as your eyes narrowed. 

He looked at you amused “It’s what ya are” 

Lurching forward you pressed your lips to his, feeling him freeze under you, You held your lips there urgently, Pulling your hands to his face and pulling it to yours. You pulled away slightly when he didn’t return the kiss.

“I aint a kid, I saw the way you looked at me earlier. I know you know that too” You said breathlessly. 

Looking down at your lips he replied “Ya still Hershel’s Kid he wouldn’ like this” He ran his hand through his hair.

Feeling angry again Your hands were still on his face “Does it look like i care what he thinks? Right now Daryl all I care about is this. Feeling you against me. I need it. I’ve needed it since the moment i saw you” 

His eyes darted up to yours seeing only the truth in your eyes. “Kiss me Dixon” 

His tongue licked his bottom lip slightly. Pushing your lips back to his you took his bottom lip in your mouth tugging on it slightly with your teeth. 

You heard the low growl coming from his chest as you tugged harder. 

“Fuck it” He muttered against your lips before flipping you onto your back kissing you back harshly. 

You let a moan escape your lips as he settled over you arching into his chest, He nudged your knees apart before putting one hand behind your thigh and lifting it around his hips. The other hand was on your waist. Both hands kneading your skin harshly. 

His hands felt like they were burning through your clothes. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, Moaning again you ground your hips upwards desperate to feel his heat against yours. 

He pulled away panting resting his forehead against yours. 

“You sure Y/N” Grinning at him you pulled your hands to the neck of your shirt ripping it open slightly. 

“Never been so sure Daryl” His eyes watched growing darker, pulling his hands to the rip you had started already he ripped the shirt from you with ease, hands going to the front of your bra tearing that too. 

You could feel his breath on your chest as he ducked down taking one of your nipples into your mouth and biting down on it. You moaned louder now reaching down, you pushed the vest from his shoulder before turning your attention to his shirt groaning as you realised you couldn’t reach the hem to pull it up. 

He chuckled watching you sitting up over you he pulled the shirt off himself. Glaring down at you now with his dark hungry eyes. Moving from you he stood next to the bed. 

“Take em off...Now” His thick southern drawl made your already wet panties soak. 

Your hand slowly went to the button on your jeans not wanting to take your eyes off him, His glare grew darker.

“Ya aint fast enough” He lunged over you gripping the pants at your sides and tearing them down, You gasped now realising you were fully bare for him, His eyes met yours as you looked towards his pants, Your thighs rubbing together in delicious anticipation. 

He untied the cord of material holding his pants up letting them drop to the ground. 

Licking your lips you stared at his huge length. Walking over to you he pressed his cock to your lips gently.

“This what you want?” 

“Mmm yes please Daryl” You stuck your tongue out tasting the tip of him, God he tasted good. You opened your lips intending to wrap them around him, When you felt a hand in your hair pulling your head back. 

“Say ya want my cock Y/N in that dirty little mouth” Looking at his eyes now you could see he was serious. 

Pushing him back from the bed you climbed off sinking to your knees in front of him. 

“Mmmm let me have your cock in my dirty….little….Mouth…..Please?” You breathed

His fingers caressed your face for a moment He murmured “Better Y/N….Go on take what ya want girl” 

Reaching your hands up to his length you held it gleefully smiling as you brought it back to your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip you let your eyes fix on his again as you sunk him deep into your mouth, As it hit your throat you let it choke you slightly moaning around his length. 

“Shit Y/N” Daryl let his mouth drop open and his head hang backwards enjoying your lips around him, Putting his hands back in your hair he pushed you fully down his length until your lips met his pubic bone, You choked again, Breathing through your nose you held yourself on him getting used to the feeling of him stretching your throat. 

Moaning on him again he pushed and pulled you over his cock until you felt it throbbing, Pulling you fully off him he looked back down at you wildly. 

“Shit, Ya too good at that. I almost -” You cut him off pulling him back into your mouth with determination bobbing faster over him until he fell over the edge spilling his huge load into your mouth. You heard him cry out your name whilst he fucked your face harder letting the last of his orgasm roll out. 

Once he slowed you pulled him from your mouth swallowing before licking every inch of him clean drinking every drop like it was life or death. 

He wrapped one hand around your throat now pulling you back up to him. 

“Get back on the bed, Knees up legs wide. Now” He growled. 

Still catching your breath you did as you were told. He kneeled on the bed between your legs rubbing his still hard cock up and down your folds. Grinning at you mischievously he pulled completely away, Watching you squirm from the lack of contact. 

Leaning over your body he whispered in your ear 

“Ya aint ready for that...Not yet anyway” He roughly pushed your chin upwards pushing your head back into the pillow. 

Kissing his way down your neck he moved to your chest, Lifting your breast he sucked just underneath your nipple hard enough to leave his mark, Moving down your sternum he left three more identical marks from your breasts to your belly button. Marking you as his. As he reached your dripping heat you tried to grind up towards him.

Using his hand over your hips he held you down, 

“Ya gotta wait Y/N You’ll get it when im fucking ready” He growled again before sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh, You let out a loud mewl trying to stem the noise biting down on your forearm. 

He bit harder now before letting go and glaring up at you, “Dont ya dare stop it, I wanna hear ya”

Panting for breath you looked down at him “But the …...Mmm shit...The walkers..will hear us!” 

“Let them fuckin hear, I’ll kill everyone of those dead bastards if they try to get between me and this sweet pussy” He ran one finger softly down your folds to accentuate his point. 

Moving your hand back down onto the bed you gripped the sheets with both hands as he sucked and bit the inside of both of your thighs leaving multiple love bites. 

“Please Daryl! I can...ntt take it anymore”

Seeing the need in your eyes he harshly took your clit in his mouth sucking and nibbling on it before moving his tongue down to your entrance, He lapped at the juices flowing out of you for a minute before replacing his tongue with his fingers, Pushing two inside he rocked them in and out of you bringing his lips back to your throbbing clit. 

“God Y/N you taste so fucking good” You could feel the pleasure building higher and your moans getting louder as you were rapidly reaching your high. You could feel your walls clenching on his fingers as he started moving quicker. 

“Ahhh, Shit Daryl” You screamed letting your high crash around you, You could feel him moaning into your clit as you screamed his name. Pushing another finger into you as you rode them blissfully feeling him stretch them inside you before pulling them out, Leaning back over you he pressed his fingers to your mouth. 

“Clean em” You sucked on them happily feeling the slickness in your pussy coming back as it did every time you saw him. 

Once he had deemed them clean enough he dropped his hand back to you.

“Mmm ready for me again so soon?” You bit your lip gazing up at him with your best innocent face. 

“So ready baby, Please...Please fuck me Daryl”

“Ya only needed to ask Y/N” He quickly pumped his cock a few times before pushing it slowly into you, Gasping a little in pain he stopped. “You ok?” 

“Yeah….Its just so fucking big” He grinned as he continued pushing into you until he reached his hilt grunting as he felt your walls moulding around him. Staying still for a moment he let you get used to his length. Pressing his lips back down to yours he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth parting your lips before diving back in with his tongue. 

Your tongues danced together fighting for dominance, He moaned into your mouth as he started moving again slowly at first building his speed until he was pounding mercilessly into you. 

Rolling back till he was sat back on his legs he pulled your legs over his shoulders gripping them tightly using them to drive himself even deeper and harder into you. Your hands wound your way into your own hair pulling at it gently letting the pleasure of his relentless pounding completely take control of your senses as you feel yourself letting go to him again. 

You back arched high as you felt your high building. 

Daryl let one hand fall to your aching clit rolling it with his fingers. 

“That’s it Y/N cum for me, Cum all over this cock” He growled loudly. You felt him pulsing inside you and it sent you straight over the edge. 

“Fuckkkkk Daryl!!” You screamed bucking your hips against him as you rode out your high. 

Daryl couldn’t take it anymore watching you buck wildly against him screaming his name, He exploded thrusting deeper into you letting his hot cum wash over your walls. 

He let go of your legs letting them crash to the sides of him, Your entire body was trembling now as he collapsed forward on top of you, Both gasping for air. 

When he rolled off you, You looked him straight in the eyes “Told you i could be useful” You giggled. 

“I think we may need to convince ya dad to let you on more of these runs Y/N. Very fucking useful” he said pushing his lips back to yours for a sweet kiss this time. 

Putting his arm around your shoulders he pulled you to him letting your head lay on his chest. You could definitely get used to this. 

You sighed before continuing in awe “Happy fucking birthday to me” 

He chuckled kissing your hair. You lay happily in his arms until the sun started to go down, Only breaking the happy stillness to let your lips meet lovingly.

Looking out the window he murmured “C’mon best be getting back. Dont need em sendin out a search party and findin us like this” 

Groaning you let him pull you up, Both getting dressed. Daryl picked up your ruined shirt and bra stuffing them into his own bag with a wink, Thank god you had worn two shirts today. Daryl then pulled the draws away from the door running through the cabin to check it was still secure. You followed him out of the cabin and back to the bike. 

Happily putting your arms around him and running your fingers across his chest, Enjoying the last moments of your freedom as he drove you back to the prison and through the gates.

You sisters came running to meet you as you returned checking you over before giving you hugs in turn, Maggie took a step back staring into your eyes for a moment before leaning back into you whispering so only you two could hear

“I see you got your birthday wish lil sis” Your eyes went wide in panic, Grinning at you she whispered again. “I know the scent of cum when I smell it. It’s all over your breath, That and you're definitely no longer wearing a bra” 

You flushed embarrassed hoping no one else would notice looking back at her with a panicked whisper “Don’t tell Daddy!” She nodded at you looking behind you to the guard tower “Looks like it's time for round two” She nodded towards Daryl who was standing there staring at you drinking you in with his eyes again. 

“Don’t worry ill cover for you, Just go” She winked. Running over to the tower you slipped in closing the door as you felt his hand at your throat again. 

“Ya all mine now Y/N”

“So you don’t think I’m a kid anymore” You asked playfully. 

“Nah, Your definitely all fucking woman” He growled back before pulling you back into a room and fucking you till you were mewling all over again for him.

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SCPs with s/o who have a little child /Single parent part 2

SCP 049-j

Like his brother(Aka 049) meet you and your child then containment breach started . You found them staring at each other . 049-j was looking at them with happily eyes . Btw he was protective over b/n . Then he saw you getting closer , he took b/n in his arms and hold them close . He were starting getting angry at you . Don't come near MY baby ! B/n... Uhhh noooo . It's not their name ! It's uhhh . Uhhh ... Are they really yours ? ... Be protective over them . Or they will get hurt . Or kidnaped !

Ohhh . How I said . He's protective not only over b/n . He will protect you . Won't let anybody that he think is dangerous near two of you . Btw ... He wants to have few more children with you . Minimum 1 child . No questions . But he won't force you to make/adopt them . Only if you will be ready. Oh and don't let him take boots . Or uhhhh ... It will be a chaos . No really .

SCP 073

You were known as single parent in Site 17 . Because your ex work there too . But you mostly ignore them . You sometimes needed to go home early . Because not every babysitter can watch your baby for many hours . So you bring them sometimes in your office and put them near you . Like 035 he came in your office . To ask you something . But b/n and Cain was staring at each other . B/n was giggling and clapping . You noticed it and turned around . And saw Cain smiling . After sometimes you started hang out more . He sometimes babysit b/n . Or make some gifts to them and you .

Babysitting and playing with b/n . Btw your child like him . He feels like he have family again . Even it's not his . But still .

SCP 076

He met them then he started murdering everybody . B/n saw him and were happy and started laughing . He notices them and were confused . Why the f. is here a baby . In Foundation . What the f- . He tried to not pay attention , but he wanted to help them . So he took them and walked with them . Until you noticed b/n with Abel . You came and took b/n in your arms . It's your baby . You better look after them next time . Or they could've die .

You were scared . Because then you came to b/n crib and Able was standing there . The turned and (Btw he was wearing shirt . ) He open it and baby's stuff fall out . Yep. He stole it . And bring them to you and b/n .

SCP 087

Some researchers (Aka you and others , guards and scientists ) are exploring 087 . Like with 001 and ... uhhhhh I forgot other SCP your baby sneaked in your backpack . But you know what ? You didn't see any body from your group . Of course they died . You knew that b/n was with you . You were hugging them . Because they were crying . And yes . 087 was imitating child crying . He were interested . Why is there a baby . And their mom/dad/parent ? He was standing behind you . B/n was him and stopped crying and looked at his face . You turned around and saw 087 tilting his head . And it were you started hanging out .

You know what ? Don't be scared of strange looking figure next to you or b/n at night . You can woke up of b/n crying . But you see 087 hugging you . He sometimes won't let you stand and calm your child . Because he stands and do it by himself .

SCP 087-b

Like in 087 you were exploring endless stair case . But there is 3 anomalies/monsters .(It's a poly . YES) Like 087 they saw you shushing b/n . So your child could sleep and not be scared . You turned around and found them staring at you how you were calming your child , like this:

Ohh he/she saw us guys . RUN ! They didn't expect you to turn around . You scared them more than they scared you . They disappeared in darkness .

Get ready to see b/n with some of them cuddling him/her . Btw it's really cute . No seriously . Especially when it's cold they are covered in blankets . And if you saw them they will pull you inside big cuddle . Or then you hold close b/n they/one of them(or 2) will hug you .

SCP 173-j

Ohhhhh . Your b/n really like 173-j . They can play together . No seriously . You met each other then he was near two of you . He wanted your attention , he only saw how you hold something(your baby) . Then he appeared and saw in his arms b/n . Ohhhh that's what you were holding ! It's sooooooo cute ! Can we play together ? Pleaseeeee . Yay !!!!!

They like two babies . Well of course one of them is real baby . And other like to play . And get your attention . Btw he always have b/n in his arms . Every time he wants to play or get your attention . And he somehow got little sombrero for b/n , and he got for you too ! He always give your child maracas . They like the sound of it . Btw they . i mean two of them like it(Maybe you too?)

SCP 513

B/n got a bell . And they started to ring it . So 513 is summoned . By a baby . A BABY . Who didn't watch over their child . Huh . He took them in his hand . You know what b/n was doing ? Eating the bell . You were in pure chock by that . You came closer , took b/n from his hands and started talking loudly . He was you like a cute angry chihuahua . He started giggling at you . Omg . DID HE JUST LAUGHED AT YOU ? RUN . He didn't leave you alone . He was like a ghost that was following you . No seriously he is following you . And sometimes watch over your baby .

He have a family . He will get your baby their own bell . So they can play with it . And expect to see them sleeping together . And never seeing your ex . Never . I mean really NEVER .

SCP 701

You were at theater . Were the incident about to happen a 'Hanged king's tragedy' . Babysitter didn't have almost a day to babysit other parent's child . So you took them and they fell asleep . And 701 saw you with a CHILD . A CHILD . He knows what can happen . You somehow saw some figure . He disappeared (left in the corner). And you follow him (It was 1 to 2 hours before Event), you worked in Foundation and you did feel like something is about to happen . So you followed that figure . And you know who you saw ? 701(aka hanged king) . And he just took your hand and pulled you in the room and locked you in there with b/n . After 3-4 hours he unlocked the door . And you started to yell at him . You were not scary to him . You were being cute . You were lucky that you have a child and you're beautiful/handsome .

He have so many time . Not every time people play 'Caroline-era revenge tragedy' . So he will always be with b/n . But will pull you to them . Because he don't know what babies can eat . And how to feed them . So help him .

SCP 966

(I will make poly . Who don't know there are 1 female and 3 males ) Like 087-b they watched you taking care of little human . They were watching you . No seriously they were really interested . And you know that little children can see that adult can't . He/she saw them looking at him/her and following you . You know what ? Foundation had been trying to make lenses to see 966 . So you had to 'borrow' them . Then you saw them following you around . And tilting their heads . Oh and female one is one that almost always watch over the baby .

Cuddles . No really . Cuddles . And female is babysitting b/n most . And males is bringing you stuff that you need . No body can see them . So they 'borrow' it .

SCP 1048

Imagine . That your little child playing with keter teddy bears . Original , from ears , metal and one with baby inside . Yep that's how you met . They saw . All of them and your child too . And you know what saved you ? Your child . They tried to say mama/dada . And bears just looked at you . They reacted by ... original one gave them bow tie . You picked b/n and it was trying to take one of them . You didn't really want to put b/n in danger . You started walking away and they followed you . No really they like little puppies . They just follows you around . And protect you .

Ohhhhh , they are so cute together . They will sleep with b/n . And alive toys . That will play together . And build some building from cubes .

SCP 1233

He at that time where on earth collecting dogs to get more ! And saw you walking with you child in your arms/stroller . He wanted to see a child closer . So he came to you and greeted you and little human in stroller/your arms . And asked to hold them not so long . You started conversation (you work in Foundation .) and you know the conflict . So you said that you can give him some food if he wanted . He agreed . You you gave him f/n(food's name ) he thanked you . And said that he can visit you more and your child .

You know what ? He gets you things you really need (stole it). And play with b/n and give them gifts (moon dust sometimes). Your child really like his company . But if he see your ex(if he/she was not good with you .) He will ... pull them away and ... Uhhh . Do something to his/her . And he really likes kids and animals .

SCP 2030

You died with your child . No seriously . His audience is people who died . But b/n and you can get age up . Of all audience he saw two of you . And was interested in you . So then show ended he came to you and started conversation with you . So you started do be friends . And he likes to make b/n laugh (not destroying their mind by his scary pranks). He shows them simple tricks . To make them giggle .

He will get really protective over you two . He can do anything that he wants . So he can take some animals and make their plush copies . And give them to b/n or even you . If you have favorite animal . Or you ask them .

SCP 3008

Expedition with Foundation co-workers . Ofc b/n sneaked in your bag . It was a night you managed to get on furniture/wall and stand there to see one of the workers chasing two of your entire group (From 10 people ). B/n was sleeping . But one of the workers that was more big that others saw you . With baby in your arms . For other days there he was looking after you . But you didn't know it (STALKER). And dragged other workers from two of you . But after sometimes you noticed that he followed you . And you spotted him walking behind you so he stopped . He don't know what to do or react . You tried to talk to him . He pretended to not reacting to you . After sometime he started to talk to you . And even showed you the exit of this IKEA . He was sad that you had to go . But you took his arm and took him out of IKEA .

No seriously . He sometimes act like yandere . If he saw your ex that was bad , really bad he will tear them apart . Btw he likes to hold your child . And hug them and you too .

[rocorambles]

Murder of Crows

Pairing: Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Yachi x Reader aka a Karasuno first-year gangbang (Takes place when they’re all third years.)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationships, Rape/Non-con, Degradation 

Summary: You should have trusted your gut when you first felt the wandering eyes and lingering stares, but now it’s too late and you’ll learn first hand what it feels like to be utterly defeated by a murder of crows.

Requested by Anon

You’re not quite sure how exactly you’ve found yourself here in a gym full of sweaty athletes, hauling a basket of ice cold water bottles to the sidelines with your best friend, Yachi, but here you are. With a loud thud, both of you drop the heavy container down and grab the pile of towels just in time for the boys who are quickly approaching you, splattering droplets of sweat everywhere and you crinkle your nose and playfully pretend to gag as they draw near. Tsukishima rolls his eyes at your antics, but he nods his head in thanks as he grabs a clean towel from you. You patiently wait as some other team members relieve you of the pile of fabric in your hands before Yachi and you sit on the bench as Yamaguchi and Coach Ukai order the team to gather around as they discuss practice drills. 

You smile fondly at the way Yamaguchi confidently holds himself as he stands next to Coach Ukai with shoulders squared and a serious, but kind face directed at the rest of the team. To think that the shy Yamaguchi you had met when Yachi had first started helping out the team during your first year would grow to be the respectable captain that he is now. But he’s not the only one who’s gone through drastic changes and you look over the rest of the third-years intently listening to him. Hell, you even turn to briefly look at Yachi and yourself. When you had become friends with Yachi at the beginning of high school you barely knew what volleyball was, let alone thought of managing the team and yet here you both are as third-years, decked out in the black Karasuno warm-up track suit.

Yachi was your first and best friend by far of the group, but you can’t deny that over the last two years you’ve also gotten closer to the rest of the boys in the same year as you. Well, you suppose they technically aren’t boys anymore. A faint smile plays on your lips as you reminisce on all the memories you’ve shared together between study sessions that somehow became just tutoring sessions as you all tried to force information into Hinata and Kageyama’s heads and exhausted nights where all of you slumped in front of Coach Ukai’s store eating meat buns and chatting away until he kicked all of you out and made you go home. But that smile turns downwards when you think about some of the more recent and less positive changes in your friends.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. You know the six of you are exceptionally close, almost weirdly close, but you had just chalked it up to the fact that you all see each other for hours every day between classes, volleyball, and after school and weekend study sessions and hangouts. Yet that doesn’t stop the slight unease from growing inside of you as you observe the increasingly strange behaviors your friends exhibit and it’s only become more...physical...now that you’re all in your third year and officially all adults. 

You had visibly winced when Yachi had first introduced you to Hinata and the orange haired ball of energy had decided to scream a greeting at you, but you couldn’t keep the wide grin from spreading across your face as you got swept up in his enthusiasm. Every moment with him felt like riding an exhilarating roller coaster and maybe that’s why you barely noticed how strange it was that he came knocking on your door almost every single day asking you to come hang out or jog with him, how strange it was that he texted you as soon as you got up, blowing up your phone all day until you went to sleep. You were so caught up in the wild ride that Hinata Shouyou was that you never had the chance to get off and think about how you had even gotten on this ride in the first place and when was the last time you had been able to take a break from it. You were still flipping upside down in loops as you entered your third year and the ride just became more intense as he began wrapping his wiry arms around you at practice, nonchalantly talking to the rest of the team with your body firmly pulled against him and his chin resting on your shoulder. You had shooed him off of you the first few times, but he had turned his huge puppy eyes on you and no one else on the team seemed to care, so you just went along with it. 

Kageyama took a little more time to warm up to you, but you didn’t take it personally knowing how reserved he was. However, over time and after a particularly long study session you had personally sat with him through, he had left a carton of his favorite milk on your desk and you had beamed at the innocent object. He started hovering around you more after that. The two of you never really spoke much, but you enjoyed the peaceful and comfortable quiet that surrounded both of you and yet, despite his silence, you noticed that he spoke loudly through his actions. You were beyond shocked the first time you had sat down to lunch with him, ready to dig into your food, when he had frowned at your bento, taken it from you, and removed some of your rice while adding more meat and vegetables without saying a single word to you. Mouth still open in disbelief, you had pierced him with a questioning look only to receive a muttered reply about making sure you were eating a balanced diet. Your heart had fluttered at the endearing reasoning, but it had become a bit strange later on when he would hand feed you, practically shoving a stalk of broccoli or a piece of chicken in your mouth even at times that you said you were too full to eat anymore. But that just meant Kageyama cared for you, right? You know the boy’s terrible when it comes to social interactions, so you shrug it off.

Yamaguchi has arguably gone through the most dramatic personality change since you had first met him and you’re so proud of the confident leader he’s become. But even in your second year with him, you had sworn that sometimes there was a hint of something...darker, hungry...something lurking underneath his shy facade that made you shiver in fear. But every time you tried to take a closer look it disappeared only to be replaced with a soft gaze. And now that he’s fully grown into himself, he’s become more physical with everyone, casually slinging his arms around everyone’s shoulders and backs in a comforting, friendly manner as he rallies up team morale. But you can almost swear that when he slings an arm around you in thanks or in greeting, his arm gets progressively lower to the point that you almost recoil from him when you feel his hand brush against the hem of your skirt. But he’s always quick to move away from you and you wonder if all of it is just your imagination or an accident on his part. 

You're briefly distracted from your thoughts as loud shouting fills the gym and your eyes are drawn to Tsukishima’s figure as it leaps through the air and blocks a spiked ball. Honestly, you’re surprised you’re even friends with him, let alone close friends. He had been nice enough to not insult you like he did with the rest of the boys, but on the other hand, he rarely spoke even a word to you or acknowledged your presence. But as you hung out with the group more, you noticed the tall shadow that seemed to always walk beside you between classes, to the cafeteria, and back home. And he’d only grown bolder in your last year, wrapping a large hand around your wrist and forcefully dragging you with him when the both of you were running late for volleyball practice. You were so caught up in keeping up with his long strides and complaining loudly about his tight grip on you that you didn’t notice the terrifying glares he shot at any male who even looked at you as the two of you walked through the school halls.  

And finally, Yachi, your sweet and adorable best friend. The two of you had hit it off right away as soon as you met each other and it was like you were connected at the hip ever since. You can’t even keep track of the amount of sleepovers, weekend trips, day trips, girl talks, and everything else you’ve done together. But you had found it a little weird when she had slept over for the first time after both of you had officially turned eighteen and insisted on sleeping in the same futon as you. Assuming she was just feeling a bit lonely and nostalgic, you let her slip under the covers with you and drifted off to sleep, unaware of the hand wandering across your resting figure. After that night, she kept on finding her way into your futon and it soon just became the norm for the both of you and you grew accustomed to falling asleep with her body heat next to yours, your dreams suddenly full of feather light touches. 

Yes, they’ve all definitely changed since you first met them all, but they’re still your closest friends despite all their new quirks, and perhaps it’s just the natural transition of entering adulthood that’s affected them. People change. You aren’t kids anymore. Of course they’d be different now. But that conviction struggles to stick in your mind when you’re stuck in the gym alone with all of them after practice every day. Yamaguchi’s always quick to dismiss the first and second years the minute practice is done and he politely assures the coaches that you all would be fine cleaning up the equipment and locking the gym up as he bids them good night. It becomes normal for the six of you to take down the nets and round up all the volleyballs and yet your hackles rise as you swear you can feel multiple pairs of eyes intensely staring at you as you bend over to pick up stray balls. You swear you feel a hand drag and linger across your ass as someone helps you lower the net. You swear it almost feels like they want to devour you as they linger a moment too long in the doorway of the equipment room, not immediately letting you pass when you try to exit. But you have no proof and the moments happen so fast that you wonder if you’re just becoming more paranoid for no reason. 

You really should have trusted your gut. 

There’s an excited buzz in the air as the team hops off of the bus and intermingles with the Tokyo teams. It’s the first training camp of the year and everyone’s busy catching up with old friends and meeting new people. You struggle to lift a bag of equipment and almost drop it when a hand reaches out and catches it before it hits the ground. Stunned by the surprising interaction, you quickly whip around and smile when you see Inuoka beaming down at you. The two of you hug and he walks with you to the dorm rooms, helping you carry everything as both of you catch up, unaware of the many pairs of eyes darkly staring at your backs.

Karasuno has always been close to Nekoma and that hasn’t changed over the years, so when the teams aren’t practicing, you happily joke around with the Nekoma third-years, laughing at Lev’s stupid shenanigans and conversing with Inuoka and Shibayama. A part of you feels guilty for not spending more time with your own team, but it’s so rare that you get an ample amount of time with your Nekoma friends and you brush the feeling off. Surely your friends would understand. But the narrowed eyes, clenched fists, and tight jaws across the room are hardly understanding as they lock in on the sight of Lev excitedly grabbing your hands as he asks you something, the sight of Inuoka resting his hand on your shoulder as he talks, the sight of Shibayama’s eyes lingering a bit too long on your face when he thinks you aren’t looking.

The week flies by and all too soon it’s the last night of camp and you horse around with the Nekoma boys, loudly shouting and fooling around well past curfew. But you know the coaches are turning a blind eye to any mischief tonight, letting you all do as you want as a thank you for all your hard work and dedication. Inuoka and Shibayama are cheering you on as you have Lev in a headlock, but all of a sudden your phone vibrates and you reluctantly release the lanky giant before opening up the unread text.

From Yachi: Come hang out with the rest of the third-years and me! It’s probably going to be our last training camp all together so we want to make some new memories together. 

Guilt gnaws at your heart when you read her message and you immediately rise and say goodbye to the rowdy boys before rushing off to your own team. The Karasuno third-year boys had managed to secure their own dorm room and you excitedly open the door only to yelp as a hand grabs you by the collar of your shirt and you vaguely register the sound of the door slamming shut as you’re shoved to the ground and adjusted until you’re on all fours. You try to shove off the hands that are tearing off your clothes, but tired of your flailing, Tsukishima wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes and squeezes until you stop you’re struggling, choosing instead to wheeze and claw at the arm restricting your air flow and only when you’re completely naked with Kageyama pressed tightly behind you, holding your waist in a bruising grip, does he let go.

You gasp for breath as you stare up at the blonde with teary eyes. “Why are you guys doing this?” You pray that it’s all a terrible joke, just a prank gone out of hand, but you flinch as Tsukishima sneers down at you. 

“What? Upset that we aren’t your Nekoma boyfriends instead? Tell me, if we hadn’t asked you to come here, would you be letting them fuck you all night long? Of course you would, you fucking slut. You have four cocks and a pussy literally just waiting for you to say the word and they’d be all yours, but no, you just had to go off and be a little whore, letting those fucking cats put their paws all over you instead. We don’t share. You’re ours, do you understand?” 

Tsukishima smirks at the fear in your eyes. “Well, even if you your stupid little bimbo brain can’t understand that now, it’ll be engrained in your mind and body after we’re all through with you tonight. Open your mouth.” You try to twist your face away as he lowers his pants, letting his cock spring out and hit your face, but his hand threateningly hovers over your throat once more and you obediently take him into your mouth. He’s so long and you begin to gag with only half of him inside of you. With an irritated sigh, he painfully grabs you by the roots of your hair and forcefully shoves the rest of his length down your throat and you try to scream around the object stretching your jaw, but you’re muffled as he starts pistoning his hips in and out of your wet cavern and tears stream down your face as your throat burns from the abuse. You’re so distracted by the struggle of trying to breathe that you don’t even notice the movement behind you until you feel something hard nudging past your entrance and shame washes over you at Kageyama’s words. 

“She’s already so wet.” You clench your eyes shut as Tsukishima laughs and only ruts into your mouth faster. “God, you’re pretending to cry and hate it, but you love this, don’t you? You love being fucked from both ends. You’re such a fucking cock slut.” He emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust and your eyes roll back as his tip hits the back of your throat at the same time that Kageyama bottoms out into you. You’re so full and you swear your jaw might unhinge itself from trying to accommodate Tsukishima’s cock and yet you can’t help the way your hips start rocking back to meet Kageyama’s thrusts as he takes his time sliding in and out of you at a languid pace, relishing the feeling of your tight walls clenching and sliding across every inch of his shaft. 

You shake your head as much as you can with Tsukishima’s fingers still tightly interwoven in your locks, trying to deny the degrading accusations Tsukishima relentlessly spits at you, but you can’t help the moan that escapes you as Tsukishima curses and pulls out, hurriedly giving himself a few more strokes before painting your face with thick white streaks. Your cunt unconsciously clenches from the humiliation of being so lewdly marked and Kageyama hisses before increasing his pace and you collapse to your elbows as Kageyama desperately chases his end while Tsukishima crouches in front of you, reaching around to play with your clit. And despite the horribleness of the entire situation, you can’t help but fall apart and your quivering walls are all it takes for Kageyama to release deep inside of you.

Kageyama has enough foresight to at least gently lower you down to the floor after he pulls out of you and you lay there on the hard surface, wishing it would just swallow you whole and take you anywhere from here. But of course that doesn’t happen and you weakly sob when you hear Yamaguchi’s soft, but commanding voice ordering you to kneel in front of him. You raise yourself up on shaky arms and move to stand up, but Tsukishima’s hand keeps you down. “Crawl like the bitch that you are.” You tremble from emotional and physical exhaustion as you make your way towards the captain, placing one hand and foot in front of the other, and you cringe at the feeling of Kageyama’s cum beginning to trickle down your inner thigh, but soon enough you’re in between his thighs as he sits on a chair above you. 

His cock is already out and even though he’s not as big as Tsukishima, your mouth still goes dry at the thought of trying to take him in your still aching mouth. You begin to lick him, taking in just his tip and swirling your tongue around him before delicately licking down his entire length, anything to buy you some time before you need to use your mouth again, but you push off of him with a scream, your hands tightly clutching his thighs as Hinata slides underneath your spread legs and licks a long stripe across your pussy. Yamaguchi is patient with you, enjoying the way drool begins to leak out the sides of your mouth as you moan from Hinata’s enthusiastic licks, but his cock twitches at a high pitched whine that exits your throat and he places a hand on your head and firmly pushes you back down to his leaking cock. 

You’re sloppy, unable to fully control your mouth as you moan and drool while Hinata’s tongue pushes inside of you, tasting every inch of you. But the sight of you slobbering all over his cock and the debauched mess of it all only makes it feel better for Yamaguchi and he can’t help the way his hips buck up into you when he finally finishes and he hungrily drinks in the sight of your throat swallowing every drop of him. Your thighs begin to clench and your body is taut as you can feel another climax quickly approaching and when Yamaguchi casually twists and pulls your nipples with his fingers, your back sharply arches as you open your mouth in a silent scream. You stay in that shape for a few seconds until the pleasure begins to ebb away and you try to move away, but Hinata’s arms wrap around you, holding you in place, and you wail as he earnestly continues lapping and sucking at every inch of your drenched pussy that he can reach. Your upper body collapses into Yamaguchi’s lap as he tenderly strokes your hair and it feels like ages before Hinata finally reliquinches his grip on you and moves out from under you. 

You shakily whimper as Yamaguchi soothingly whispers into your ear about what a good slut you are, how beautiful you look when you’re falling apart because of them, but you have no energy to push yourself away from him and you lay there, with your face in between his thighs and your arms splayed over his legs. You can feel your eyelids fluttering shut and just when you think you’ll at least be able to escape into the shelter of your own unconsciousness, strong hands pull you off of Yamaguchi and lay you flat on your back. It’s not comfortable, but you’re at least glad to finally relieve your knees which you’re sure will be black and blue tomorrow. But any small consolation you felt instantly dissipates when you see Hinata hovering over you and you don’t even have a second to understand what’s happening before he shoves his entire length into you in one swift motion. 

After being stretched out by Kageyama and thoroughly lubricated with the sticky mix of your own juices and the setter’s cum, Hinata easily slides in and there’s no pain as he fills you, but this new position means there’s nowhere for you to hide your face from the predatory eyes staring down at you and the humiliation is so much worse as you’re fully aware of Hinata intently staring at your slutty fucked out expression as he continuously rams in and out of you. Your eyes are so far back in your head that it’s hard to clearly see and maybe that’s why you don’t notice the growing shadow covering your face until it’s too late and your nose and mouth are covered by a musky warm scent. Sex. It smells like sex. You rapidly blink the pleasure from your eyes as you try to focus your vision, but you wish you hadn’t when the image of Yachi’s small breasts bouncing above you as she rides your face sears itself into your brain. You try to close your mouth as tightly as you can, refusing to service the woman above you, but it’s so hard to breathe with her pussy covering the bottom half of your face and accidental moans are forced from you as Hinata continues railing into you, which only cause Yachi to grind and moan more as the vibrations from your mouth stimulate her slick heat. 

Later you’ll try and convince yourself that it was just survival instinct, just you trying to do what you needed to do to breathe, to have everything be over and that you aren’t eagerly drinking Yachi’s essence that never seems to stop flowing on your face as your lips and tongue explore every inch of her more intimately than you’d ever dreamed of doing. You’ll deny you felt any pleasure despite the wanton moans you can’t stop releasing and the powerful orgasm that wracks through your body as Hinata’s cum mixes with the mess between your legs and as Yachi’s hips stutter as she smears her release all over your face. But for now you lay there, in a pool of your own liquids and the fluids of the five people towering over your limp and used body, drowning in the dangerously intoxicating pleasure they’ve submerged you in. 

A tiny screeching voice inside of your head tells you to get up, get away and despite the dazed state you’re in, your hands attempt to push you up and it feels like you’re stuck in molasses as you excruciatingly slowly push yourself up into a sitting position and it takes everything left inside of you to feebly move your legs as you attempt to rise. But just when you almost have your feet underneath you, something is pressed against your chest and you’re pushed back down and you whimper at the heavy embarrassing weight of the foot squarely planted in the middle of your chest, stepping on you, keeping you down. Tsukishima’s never looked taller as he leers down at you.

“That’s cute. Did you really think we’d let you just get up and walk away from us? We’re nowhere near done with you. We’re not stopping until we literally fuck you to sleep and make sure that your body is so worn out that we know you’ll be safe and sound in your own futon tonight and not sneaking off to whore yourself out to anyone else.” 

And if you’ve learned anything from managing this team, it’s that they’re relentless in the pursuit of their goals and for the first time since you’ve managed them, you feel a pang of pity for the teams they’ve crushed and destroyed, wondering if this is how all their opponents feel as the five of them pounce on you with the intent of thoroughly dominating and conquering you.