#and i have been enjoying it greatly it's been very helpful in getting me through a rough patch
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for some reason i thought i posted these before. but let the record show that Porky has a vehement gay little man crush on an absurdly sexy supermodel voiced by Tim Curry and everything about it is extremely funny
this is the absurdly sexy supermodel voiced by Tim Curry btw
also unrelated but i highly enjoy this image
#he says and i quote#'yeah he's one handsome de-eh-devi-eh--oh he's a scoundrel alright'#it's so stupid#i've seen this one before multiple times but i never paid attention to the fact that Tim Curry is doing the voice which makes it so great#i've been watching through the rest of DD because i realized i've seen less of it than i thought in that at some point i just ended up#viewing episodes in fragments and seeing if Porky and Daffy were there and talking to each other#which is not a very viable means of watching a show!#and i have been enjoying it greatly it's been very helpful in getting me through a rough patch#dd
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under the influence (l.dh)
PAIRING ⸠stoner!haechan x fem!reader WORD COUNT ⸠11.6k WARNINGS ⸠a hint of dubcon (sheâs timid but very much likes the attention), pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing PLAYLIST ⸠FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross NOTES ⸠hii i hope you enjoy! any and all positive feedback is greatly appreciated, so send me an ask if you liked it or let me know in the tags pretty please :)Â
As you press the button to call the elevator, you start to get the jitters. They start in your fingertips and travel up your arms to the back of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand on end, and you shudder slightly, shaking your head in an attempt to do away with the sensation.
The doors open with a ding, and you jump at the sound, making Yeri look over at you in alarm.
âAre you okay?â she asks, worries, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly and vigorously to be convincing. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you say with a frown, and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. âNothing!â you insist.
âYouâre a horrible liar,â Karina reminds you, and your frown deepens. âBut if you say so, I guess.âÂ
Relieved, you follow Yeri and Karina into the elevator and lean into the back corner of the shaft, resting your back against where the two walls meet.Â
âWe should watch a movie today,â Karina suggests excitedly, and she and Yeri fall into a discussion that you would join if you werenât busy thinking about Haechan and whatever stunts heâs going to pull today.Â
It takes three calls of your name from Karina and a vigorous shake from Yeri to snap you out of it, and you look at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.Â
âGirl, where do you keep going? Every time I look over at you, youâre in la-la land.â Yeri asks, concerned and amused.
âSorry, I was just⌠thinking.â you mumble.
âWe know that,â Yeri says with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. âThinking about what, hm?â she presses, and you balk.
âSheâs probably thinking about Haechan and what stunts heâs gonna pull today.â Karina supposes, and you frown, upset youâve been caught.
In your defense, Haechan is always up to shenanigans when youâre around; he pulls at your skirt to fluster you, plays with your hair to get your attention, strokes under your chin just to watch your eyes glaze overâyou name it, heâs either done it or is probably thinking about it.
You canât honestly say his advances are unwelcome because, well, youâve had a crush on him for the past six months. But something about him is so intense, so jarringly locked in, that it makes you hesitate, and being the object of his full and undivided attention never fails to make you the shyest version of yourself, and you manage to make a fool of yourself almost every single time you get around him, and you have no idea how youâre going to deal with his antics today.Â
âGirl.â Karinaâs voice cuts through the fog in your brain and you blink hard, focusing on your friendâs concerned expression. âYouâre doing it again.â
âOh. Sorry,â you mutter, rubbing your arm awkwardly. âIâm here, for real.â
As the bell dings and the doors open, the three of you file out of the elevator, walking towards the end of the hall to your destination.
âIf you need help with him, let us know. We can make up a code word!â Karina suggests helpfully, and you smile, endeared by your friendâs attempt to calm your nerves.
âWhat should it be?â you wonder, and she screws her face up thoughtfully.
âBlinker.â Yeri answers, and you both turn to look at her. âIt should be blinker. Like, if heâs getting too close and you canât handle it, you can just say you kinda wanna try hitting a blinker or something like that.â
âThe last time I hit a blinker, I coughed for ten minutes straight and it was the most painful experience of my life.â Karina recalls, grimacing at the memory. âItâs perfect.â
âGreat.â Yeri says, smiling reassuringly at you before the three of you stop in front of the apartment door. Without a second thought, Yeri knocks three times on the door, stepping back to where you two are standing and waits with you for someone to open the door.
It opens a moment later to reveal Haechan standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other holding the door, and you wonder how such a simple stance has you short of breath.
He looks at Karina and Yeri, smiling pleasantly, before he locks eyes with you. Slowly wetting his lips, his eyes slowly drag up and down your frame, taking in your outfit and appearance before he meets your gaze once more and drops one eyelid into a flirtatious wink.
âCome on in,â he invites, stepping back to let Karina and Yeri in. When itâs your turn to pass, he moves closer, deliberately blocking part of your way so you have to brush by him to enter, and youâre sure itâs also no coincidence that heâs positioned himself so your chest has to brush against his. You swallow your nerves and continue walking past him, not daring to look back in case heâs looking at you; which, if today is anything like every other day you all hang out, he most certainly is.Â
Shutting the door behind you, Haechan follows after the three of you into the living room, but waits, standing, by the chair where Mark sitsâfor what, you donât know. You wave hello to Mark in his favorite armchair and Jeno on one end of the couch, who greet you pleasantly and resume their tasks of packing the bong and rolling a joint, respectively. Mildly confused but saying nothing at Haechanâs behavior, you take a seat at the other end of the couch, only for Haechan to move at last, crossing the living room to sit directly next to you.
Your throat dries up at the prospect of being so close to him, and you inhale shakily, wanting desperately to roll your eyes back in your head when you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.
Haechan doesnât say anything for a moment, just rests one elbow on his knee and observes you with his cheek in his palm. His expression is nothing short of desiring as he takes in your appearance, your burgundy pleated skirt and short-sleeved cream blouse apparently quite the fascinating little number to him, causing you to shift awkwardly in your seat and self-consciously tug your skirt down a bit.
âRelax,â he chuckles. âIâm staring at you because you look good,â Haechan compliments, eyeing you appreciatively. âYou always look good, though, but today⌠damn.â
You blink at him, stunned by the flirtatious lilt to his voice, and mumble, âOh.â
âOh?â he mimics you, chuckling, and you furrow your brows, frowning at his teasing. His brows lift up as his face brightens with amusement, and he shakes his head slowly with a smile.
âThank you.â you say softly, and he nods, smile widening.Â
âYouâre so cute.â he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at him, but he recaptures your attention when he snickers quietly and you meet his gaze to see heâs no longer looking at your eyes, but your lips, and thereâs a distinct longing in his stare that unnerves you and, if youâre honest, piques your curiosity. âDid you make it here okay?â
âYeah,â you mumble quietly, eyes shifting back and forth from his eyes to your lap before you give into temptation and look at his lips, regretting it instantly when they quirk up into a smirk as he catches you looking. âThe bus was basically empty, and it had heating today.â
âMm, thatâs good to hear,â he muses, running his fingers through his hair, and you attempt to hide the way you swallow thickly at the attractive sight. âWe donât want anyone pressing up against such a pretty girl and trying anything sleazy, right?â
âUmâŚâ you trail off, managing to restrain the reply on the tip of your tongue that Haechan is probably the most likely candidate to press up against you and try something sleazy.
â...Right.â he finishes for you, and you nibble your bottom lip.
â...Right.â you echo, and he grins.Â
âSo⌠Do you wanna smoke?â he asks.
âI do,â you confirm shyly, and he smiles slightly, no doubt amused by your nervousness.
âGood girl. Did you wanna hit my pen? Itâs pretty strong.â he offers, and you wonât lieâyour brain blanks for a minute at the praise, but youâre pretty sure you manage to recover just in time for Haechan not to notice anything. Â
âOkay,â you reply hesitantly, and he grins.
âGreatâgive me one second to get something.â he says before standing up and heading to the back of the apartment to his room. You wait fairly patiently, fingers lightly drumming on your knee as you wait for him to return.
âWhatâs up?â Mark asks curiously.
âHaechanâs getting something from his room.â you explain, and Mark nods slowly, lips pursed thoughtfully.
Haechan returns from the back of the apartment after a moment with a new cartridge in his hand. You watch with mild fascination as he deftly switches the cartridges in his pen, taking a test pull and holding it in for so much time, youâd swear heâs trying to show off.
When he looks over at you and winks before blowing it out, your suspicions are confirmed.Â
âThis strain is special,â Haechan murmurs to you, and his eyes drop to your lips as he continues, âitâs a âhornyâ strain.â
âA horny strain?â you mumble, confused, and he nods with a grin.
âIt heightens libido.â he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. âWant some?â
âThatâs not real,â Mark calls out from across the living room, and you crane your head to see him. âThereâs no actual science to back that up.â
Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes. âNo one signed up for your TEDTalk on weed; save it.â
Mark grumbles something about misinformation being the death of society but remains otherwise silent.
Haechan calls your attention back to him with a simple clearing of the throat, and you look back at him to see his gaze heavy-lidded and sultry as he regards you, and you start to wonder if Mark might actually be the misinformed one.
âWant some?â he repeats his question from earlier, and you hesitate, making him roll his eyes and chuckle. âItâs not gonna bite you.â As you shift closer to take the pen from him, he holds it out of your reach with a glint in his eye. âI might, though,â he murmurs, and you swallow thickly.
He scans your frame, eyes lingering on your almost outstretched hand, and takes a slow, deep pull from the pen, not holding it in for nearly as long before heâs leaning towards you suddenly, making you yelp and draw back.
âRelax,â he mumbles, some of the smoke slipping from his mouth. He cups your chin in his hand and tugs gently to get you to open your mouth before leaning closer, so close that you fear your lips might touch, leading you to attempt to pull back; however, Haechanâs grip on your chin tightens, a clear sign to stay where you are, and he blows the smoke into your mouth slowly. Youâre deeply flustered at first, but your instincts kick in as you inhale the secondhand smoke, holding it in your lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it back out.
When youâre done exhaling, you expect to pull back, but Haechanâs grip on you hasnât loosened, the male now studying your lips with an intensity in his gaze that gives you a twinge of anxiety and something else you donât have it in you to identify.Â
âYou ever shotgunned before?â he asks softly, and you shake your head as much as his hold on you will allow. âYou did a good job.â
âThanks,â you mumble meekly. âCan you let me go now?â
He rolls his eyes slowly, lips quirking into a cocky grin as he does just that, releasing your chin and sitting back. âIf you say so.â
âThanks,â you mutter quietly, and he flicks his brows upwards in acknowledgement, gaze scanning you before lingering for a moment by the side of your face. âWhat is it?â
âYou have something in your hair,â he says, gesturing to near your ear. When you fail to retrieve the foreign object, he tsks in dissatisfaction before leaning over and gently removing a single white feather from your hair. âProbably from the pillows.â he explains, the backs of his fingers gently grazing your ear as he pulls back. When you squirm away from his touch slightly, the contact too sensitive and ticklish, Haechan chuckles softly. âLook how nervous I make you.â His fingers return to your ear, gently stroking the shell of your ear, and your face blazes with embarrassment and something else as he hums softly. âEven your ear is hot. Do I make you hot anywhere else?â He drops his hand, fingers lightly skimming your upper thigh, and you just about jump out of your skin, cursing internally when you see the delight in his expression.
âThanks for getting the feather out of my hair,â you say in a desperate attempt to navigate the conversation elsewhere, but it seems Haechan isnât quite set on letting you off that easily.
âOh, come on,â he presses, sitting closer to you and leaning so close you can smell his (delicious) cologne. âDonât tell me your heart isnât racing right now.â
It is, you think grimly. Thatâs exactly what Iâm trying to avoid.
âHaechan, leave the poor girl alone,â Karina calls from the other end of the couch, and the momentary waver in Haechanâs attention on you as his eyes dart elsewhere is all you need to scoot further back and smooth your skirt out with a vigorous clearing of your throat.
When Haechan looks back over at you, youâve thankfully managed to regain a semblance of your composure, your gaze politely but pointedly focused at your hands in your lap.
âPretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?â Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. âOkay,â he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. âI have something for you.â he says before standing up and heading back to his room.
He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so itâs ghosting just over your shoulders. âBite,â he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. âBite,â he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.
âIs it an edible?â you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him.Â
âYes. Bite.â Itâs not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, youâre more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. Itâs sweet and sugary, but thereâs a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. âSee, you donât mind sharing with me, right?â
You donât answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.
you [18:11pm] SOS
you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?
You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves.Â
Little do you know, your phone buzzes while youâre gone, Haechanâs curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over.Â
Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you donât have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.
yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him đ
karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass??
yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldnât help it the joke was right there
yeri berry [18:18pm] youâre laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and youâre laughing.
Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.
âWhatâs got you all upset, pretty?â Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. âAnd now youâre jumpy, too? Whatâs on that phone thatâs got you so stressed out, hm?âÂ
âNothing,â you answer far too quickly for your liking.Â
âI donât think itâs nothing,â Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you canât quite place. âI think thereâs something incriminating on that phone.â
âIncriminating?â you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin.Â
âIncriminating like⌠nudes, maybe,â he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. âThat must not be it. Maybe a message of some sort⌠from a friendâŚâ You freeze as you realize exactly whatâs going on, and Haechanâs grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. âWonder what you look like when you⌠how did she put it? âGet all touchy touchy with yourselfâ to the thought of me.âÂ
âHaechan,â you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. âItâs not what you think it is.â
âI think itâs exactly what I think it is.â he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound.Â
âWhat were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?â you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.
âIâm nosy,â is all he offers in response. âAnd, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,â he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, âyou touch your pretty little pussy,â he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, âand think about me.â
âCould you lower your voice, please?â you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.
âYou donât want everyone to know that youâre into me, do you?â he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. âIâll keep your little secret. For a price.â
You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. âWhat price?â
He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. âIâll let you know.â His voice is teasing but thereâs an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.
âHey, Yeri?â you call, and her attention is on you instantly. âRemember when, um, you hit that blinker earlier? Howâs your throat feeling?â
Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly in understanding and she rubs her throat gingerly, frowning deeply. âItâs still sore. Wanna come get some water with me?â
âYes,â you accept the offer gratefully and practically spring up from the couch, following after Yeri and ignoring, to the best of your ability, Haechanâs little snicker from behind you.
âYou wanna switch seats?â Yeri asks in a low, concerned voice as you two enter the kitchen, and she laughs when you hesitate.
âI mean, I like it, I just⌠need a quick break.â you mumble, and she nods, pouring herself a glass of water. âCould you guys, um, hear him earlier?â
âNo⌠why?â she scrutinizes you, and you blink, flustered.Â
âHe saw the group chat texts.â you mutter, and her eyes widen in alarm, setting her glass down a bit too harshly, the loud clink resonating throughout the room.
âIâm gonna kill Yurin.â she hisses.
âNot if I get there first.â you huff, and she snickers. Footsteps sound out from the living room, making their way to the kitchen, and Yeri pauses. âItâs not Haechan,â you assure her. âI think itâs Karina.â
Sure enough, Karina enters the kitchen, and Yeri looks at you in surprise. âHowâd you know?â
âI recognize the footsteps.â you explain with a shrug. âPlus, the guys are wearing house slippers and weâre in, like, socks, so it makes a different sound.â
âOkay, little miss super spy.â Yeri teases with a laugh, and you giggle, pushing her playfully. âHave you recovered, you think?â
âYeah,â you confirm, smiling. âIâm ready to go back out there.â
âWhatâd I miss?â Karina whines, and Yeri looks at you expectantly.
âHaechan saw the texts about me⌠at night⌠that Yurin sent.â you explain carefully, and Karina lets out a loud gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
âIâm killing her.â she groans, and you and Yeri chuckle.
âGet in line, girl.â Yeri says, and Karina snorts in amusement.
âYouâre gonna be okay if we go back out there, right?â Karina asks worriedly, and youâre briefly overcome with appreciation for your friends.
âIâll be okay, Iâm pretty sure. Iâll just say blinker again if anything goes wrong.â you confirm, nodding resolutely, and the crease between Karinaâs brows fades away as she relaxes.
You three make your way back to the living room, fully preparing to sit back down, but thankfully, before Haechan can torment you further, Jeno inadvertently saves your life and whateverâs left of your dignity by standing up from the couch abruptly and clapping his hands together. âIâm hungry. Diner?â
âI would kill for waffles,â Karina agrees, and Mark and Haechan also stand and start to grab their belongings as you all make your way to the door and slip your shoes on.Â
As you shuffle between Yeri and Karina for protection and wait as the elevator descends to the indoor garage of the apartment complex, a tickle starts to build in your throat, making you clear it quietly, then more insistently when the sensation persists.Â
âYou okay?â Haechan asks, hand poised over your back to pat it in assistance, and you nod.
âMy throat is just⌠a little dry,â you mumble, and Haechan nods in understanding, reaching into his jacket and handing you a Blow Pop. âThanks,â you mutter, pleasantly surprised as you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth. By the time the doors open on the garage floor, the flavored saliva produced by the sweet treat sitting in your cheek has almost entirely soothed your throat, and youâre feeling significantly better.Â
The six of you make your way to where Jenoâs and Haechanâs cars are parked beside each other and stand behind the two cars, silently deliberating amongst yourselves.
âWell, I call shotgun.â Mark calls out, and Jeno unlocks his car, Mark sliding into the passenger seat.
âThereâs no way all six of us are gonna cram into Jenoâs car,â Yeri remarks incredulously.Â
âYeah, definitely not, because my middle backseatâs seat belt isnât working and the airbag sensors are fucked up, so itâs a seat belt or nothing in my car.â Jeno laments, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize where this might be heading.Â
âSo your car only seats four⌠and there are six of usâŚâ you say slowly, pulling the lollipop from your lips with a muted wet pop that has Haechan eyeing you like a lion about to corner the slowest gazelle of the herd. Usually, there are seven of you, so even if you had to ride with Haechan, thereâd be a third body present in the form of the lovably boisterous Yurin.
Curse Yurinâs midterms, and curse Yurin for sending that text, and curse yourself for leaving your phone where Haechan could see, and curse Haechan for being nosyâ
âIâll ride with Haechan,â Karina offers, noticing the way you become more and more quiet as you sink further into your worries.Â
âNo, you wonât.â Haechan says, leaning against his passenger door. Everyone looks over at him, and he just pushes off of the door, opening it and pointing directly at you. âGet in.â
âOh, gosh.â you mumble, and youâre not sure if itâs the weed effect making you feel sluggish or youâre really that apprehensive, but you feel a bit like a puppet with sandbags for shoes, your feet hesitantly shuffling, dragging, scuffling towards Haechanâs passenger door.
âItâs an eight-minute drive,â Yeri calls to you sympathetically, and you nod, shooting her a feeble thumbs up that you donât even believe. âWeâll see you soon!âÂ
âYeah,â you croak, feeling very much like a lamb being led to slaughter, and Haechan smiles sweetly at you, baring all his teeth as you sit in his car. He closes the passenger door and crosses over to the driverâs side, opening the door and getting in.Â
When Haechan finishes settling down into the driverâs seat, checking his mirror views and pulling up the GPS to the diner, he straps himself in and looks over at you, eyes scanning your frame for somethingâyou donât quite know what. Seemingly done with his inspection, he leans closer to you without warning and reaches for the seat belt buckle in your chair, pulling it out and over your body as he clicks it into place. The whole while, heâs invading your personal space, your breath catching in your throat as you realize his face is close enough to yours that you could probably count his lashes if you wanted to.
He turns his head ever so slightly, eyes locking on yours, and you blink rapidly in alarm, rendered immobile as he studies your face.
âYou look so cute, all innocent and helpless like this.â he murmurs softly, and the tiniest of squeaks escapes you, his eyes flashing with glee at the sound. âNow stop looking at me like that,â he warns, âor Iâll kiss you.â
You blanch, trying immediately to make any other expression than the one you didnât even know you were sporting, and he chuckles before sitting back in his seat and starting his car. He turns the air conditioning onâa strange choice, considering itâs a bit nippy outsideâand pulls out of his spot, starting to drive towards the diner.
It doesnât take long for you to get cold, goosebumps gradually appearing on your arms and legs, but youâre a bit too nervous to say anything, instead suffering in silence. You clasp your hands together in your lap, rubbing them together for warmth, and, as he stops at a red light, Haechan looks over at you, watching in fascination as you shift in your seat for any sort of friction that could warm you. After a moment, you notice his eyes fixated pointedly on your chest, and you spare a glance down to see, to your alarm, that your nipples are hard, starting to poke through your clothing, and you curse internally for wearing a thin, lacy bra that does nothing to conceal your stiffened buds.
He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking in what seems like satisfaction, before refocusing his attention on the road. You cross your arms over your chest protectively, tucking your fingers into the crooks of your elbows as he drives down the road.
âWeâre here,â he announces after some time, pulling into a parking spot in front of the diner and turning the car off. The cold air blowing through the vents shuts off, much to your relief, and you unbuckle your seat belt before he gets the chance, practically flinging yourself out of the car into the significantly less cold night air.
As you all file into the diner, you notice a man staring very pointedly at you and your bare legs and your chest, where your nipples have yet to go down.Â
Haechan scans the room, catches sight of the man, and follows his gaze back to where you stand, his jaw clenching.
âPut this on,â Haechan murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to take it, eager for warmth, but pause, looking at him suspiciously.
âWhy?â
His gaze flicks over your shoulder at where the man from earlier sits, and understanding dawns on you. âJustâput it on for me?âÂ
You nod, gratefully accepting the jacket, and Haechan steps closer, draping it over your shoulders and helping you put your arms through the sleeves.Â
âThank you,â you say quietly, and he nods.
âYou look cute in my jacket.â he remarks with a small smirk, and your cheeks warm.
âThank you,â you mumble, and he trails his tongue along his bottom lip before gesturing for you to follow after him with a jerk of his head, a quick peek past him revealing the hostess whoâs arrived to take you all to your seats.
When you arrive at the booth, Haechanâs right by you, gesturing for you to go in first. You do so without complaint, preferring the inner seat anyway, but itâs when Haechan slides in next to you that you realize your mistake as he closes you into the booth corner, the main obstacle between you and freedom from, well, him.
As the hostess passes out menus and you all start to look them over, you feel the side of his hand resting against the side of your thigh, making you attempt to shift away from his hand, the touch too intimate for you to handle at the moment.
Somehow, his hand finds its way back against your leg, palm turned up slightly as he lightly grazes his fingertips along your thigh, and you suck in a sharp breath, doing your best to pass it off as a cough when Haechan looks over at you, eyes twinkling with amusement.
âI think Iâm gonna get the breakfast platter,â Yeri says excitedly. âIt comes with pancakes, eggs prepared how you want them, homefries, and your choice of meat.âÂ
âThat sounds so good,â you reply thoughtfully. âI think I want a burger.âÂ
âYeah, a burger sounds good,â Haechan agrees, eyes slowly sliding over to study your reaction as he flattens his palm against your leg, slowly sliding it up to caress your upper thigh. Your reaction must be nothing short of rewarding, as you jolt so forcefully that you shake the table slightly, and he chuckles softly.
âYou okay, girl?â Karina asks, worried, and you nod, swallowing thickly.
âI just, umâŚfelt a tickle on my ankle. Thought it was a bug or something.â you mumble, and she nods, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.
âI know I said waffles earlier, but I kind of want these barbecue ribs,â Karina says, pointing at an entry on the menu, but you can barely make your gaze focus on where her finger touches the menu because Haechanâs hand is still very much on your thigh, and to make matters worse, you think you like it.
His hand slides up higher, the side of his thumb slipping under the hem of your skirt, and you raise your glass to your lips in an attempt to act natural, hoping and praying no one notices the way your hand is shaking slightly.
Haechan leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear, âThis must be a dream come true for you, huh?â He grips your thigh firmly, not even attempting to play it off as a casual touch anymore, and you barely manage to stifle your yelp of surprise in time. âMust have been wanting this for so long,â he breathes secretively, smiling lips grazing the shell of your ear so subtly, no one else would notice unless they were paying unnaturally close attention.
You, however, do notice. Not only do you notice, but you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, the sudden movement making the water in your cup slosh forward and spill out slightly, a few droplets dripping down your chin.
You suck your teeth in mild irritation, glaring at Haechan as you reach for your napkin, but heâs faster, his free hand coming up and wiping the liquid off of your chin. Â
âUm, thanks.â you mumble, and he nods, locking eyes with you as he licks at the pad of his thumb, cleaning off the water droplets with his mouth. âOh, dear Neptune.â you whisper to yourself, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the moment. âWhere is this waitressâI need to eat something.â
âYeah, we should let her know weâre ready to order,â Mark says, waving a hand out to flag down the waitress. As she approaches, you sneak a peek at Haechan, whose expression is surprisingly calm and neutral given the sensual, slow circles heâs drawing on your upper thigh with his thumb.
Haechanâs hand slips further in between your legs, getting dangerously close to your core, and you decide thatâs enough play time for him, clamping your legs together forcefully.
âYou trapped my hand, pretty girl,â he points out with a growing grin, and you ignore him even as he continues, âI didnât know you liked it that much.â
You still donât give him a response, staring stubbornly out the booth window, and he chuckles before withdrawing his hand from your legs with such ease that you wonder if he was ever really stuck there.
âOh, weâre doing the silent treatment? Copy that.â he muses, nodding slowly in understanding, and you canât help but wonder what else he has in store for you.
Today, the energy in the room is entirely differentâand you donât like it one bit.
Haechan wonât even acknowledge you today; his eyes skip over you when he scans the room like youâre not even there, or, worse, he seems to be looking completely through you at times, completely unaffected by your presence.
âGirl, did you piss Haechan off or something?â Yeri whispers to you, and your brows knit together as you shake your head. âHe hasnât made a single move on you all day.â
âI know,â you mutter bitterly.
âMaybe heâs sick,â Karina supplies in an attempt to help, but her words practically fall on deaf ears as you stare burning holes into the side of his face as he laughs at something Mark said.
âIâm about to be sick,â you mumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably as your somewhat secret crush that used to be obsessed with you treats you like youâre nothing more than a couch cushion.
You donât know whatâs come over you, but when Haechan gets up and heads towards the kitchen. you find yourself standing to follow, mumbling that youâll be right back to Karina.
Haechan stands with his back to you at the kitchen island, pouring a can of somethingâit looks like Monsterâinto a glass, and you take a moment to admire his slender yet lean build, the curve of his shoulders and the perfectly mussed up state of his hairâ
âI know youâre there, you know.â he says calmly, and your eyes widen as you immediately attempt to look busy doing anything other than blatantly ogling him. He turns right when youâve reached for a bag of Ruffles chips and raises an eyebrow expectantly. âYou have something you want to say?â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, slightly thrown off-guard, and he blinks at you impassively.
âI noticed you staring at me,â is all he says in response, and you blanch, pursing your lips carefully.
âHaechan, are you mad at me?â you ask softly, and he smirks.
âAnd why do you ask that?â
You fidget with the hem of your skirt nervously, averting your gaze to look at the granite countertop. âWell, you⌠havenât talked to me all night.â
Haechan doesnât say anything for a concerningly long time, prompting you to look up at him and immediately wish you hadnât. He looks beyond smug, and painfully attractive as he leans in slightly, not close enough to get in your space but close enough to send a thrill down your spine.Â
âYou were giving me the silent treatment the other day, right?â he reminds you, and you hesitate, realizing you were the cause for his radio silence. âI was just returning the favor.â
âWell, donât.â you say with a frown, and he raises his eyebrows, amused and surprised.
âWhy not? Did you miss me or something?â he teases, and you balk, losing all your nerve as quickly as youâd found it.
âNo!â you answer quickly, and he arches an eyebrow skeptically, prompting you to continue, âNo, I justââ
âYou and I donât really talk much, anyway,â Haechan muses, leaning his back against the island as he regards you with a cocky glint in his eyes. âSo what is it you really miss, hm?â
âWellââ you struggle to find your words, and something softens in Haechanâs gaze, the cocky twinkle now accompanied with a smile bordering dangerously on fondness.
âYou miss me messing with you, donât you?â he asks, and at your lack of response, nods in confirmation. âYou miss me touching you?â he questions, dragging out the syllables excruciatingly slowly. He sucks his teeth when you still donât reply and says, âI know you do. You know you do. Now just admit it.â
âI canât,â you protest weakly, and he shrugs, raising his hands in surrender.
âYou want me to touch you again? Give me what I want.â He sounds dead serious and painfully unwavering on his stance, prompting you to whimper quietly to yourself, too wrapped up in your own nerves to notice the way his eyes darken at the sound of your desperation.
âI want you to touch me.â you mumble shamefully, and his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a smile.Â
âCome here; say it again.â he urges, beckoning you closer, and you hesitate, making a challenge flash in his expression before heâs poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek and chuckling. âDonât make me come over there.â
âI want you,â you say, âto touch me,â you repeat your words from earlier, trying desperately to look anywhere but at him.
You can see him crossing the distance between you in your peripheral vision, your insides tensing with anticipation as he gets closer and closer. To your utter disappointment, he continues to walk as if heâs going to pass you, only pausing to tilt his head to the side in a patronizing display of faux sympathy.
âGood girl. Now, was that so hard?â he chuckles, not even giving you a chance to respond before he continues his path out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
What in the absolute hell did you just get yourself into?
Youâre coming back from the bathroom when you quite literally almost run into Haechan in the hallway.Â
âSorry,â you say, stepping to the side to get past, but he steps to the same side. You laugh awkwardly before stepping to the other side, only for him to do the same, his movements far too calculated to be a mistake, and you come to the realization that heâs intentionally blocking your path. âHaechan?â you ask quietly, nervousness creeping into your voice, and he chuckles.
He takes a step towards you, prompting you to take a cautious one backwards, and his smile widens as he advances on you, slowly but surely herding you back towards the bathroom. When your back hits the nearby wall, your eyes widen, and he mocks you, briefly widening his eyes in faux surprise before flicking his brows up suggestively and placing one hand on the wall by your head on the side you could escape from, successfully trapping you in a makeshift corner.Â
âYouâre so cute, really.â Haechan sighs, smiling fondly at you, but thereâs a devious twinkle in his eye as he regards you.
As he closes in on you, your body is alight with nerves and anticipation, and you decide to try again, feebly calling, â...Haechan?â
âShh, shh, shh,â he quiets you soothingly, reaching up with his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. âDonât act like you donât want this, baby.â As if to prove his point, he presses his knee between your legs, thigh pressing up against your clothed core, and a poorly restrained moan bubbles up in your throat.
âHaechanââ you whine, and he shoots you a smug smile.
âSee, baby? I know you want it. You know I want it. Thatâs why you always wear these tiny fucking skirts whenever you come over,â he states, hand dropping from your face to tug at the hem of your skirt, and you gaspâboth at the sudden yanking and the insistent pressing of his thigh against your core. âYou like it when I do this. Bet you were waiting for me to slip my hands under your skirt to touch you.â
âMm-mm,â you protest, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and grinding wantonly in search of relief, is telling another story, Haechan arching a brow skeptically.Â
âMm, no? You donât like it? But, wait⌠what was that you said in the kitchen earlier?â he questions, a taunting lilt to his words. ââI want you to touch me,ââ he echoes your earlier request in a poor imitation of your voice. âWell, Iâm touching you, babyâdonât you like it?â When your only reply is a small nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly, gaze darkening. âWords.â
âYes,â you whimper, breath catching in your throat when he rewards you with a firm upwards press of his thigh into your core. Your movements speed up slightly as you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen, your climax not far ahead.
âAre you gonna cum just like this?â he asks, and thereâs a hint of amusement to his words but itâs almost entirely overtaken by the heavy desire in his voice.Â
âMm-hm,â you whine softly, your desperation peaking as your high gets closer and closer.Â
âBeg me to let you cum.â he urges, and youâre already so far gone that your shame is all but done away with.
âPlease, Haechan, can I cum?â you pant urgently, a slight pleading quality to your words as you feel the beginnings of your climax, pleasure blooming between your legs in a gush of warmth. âPlease?â you whimper, and something in him snaps, Haechan lurching forward and cupping your face in his hands to hold you in place as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing along your lower lip as you tremble and moan weakly into his mouth.Â
When you move to pull away to breathe, he clutches your face more firmly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring at his leisure, all the while ignoring your muffled, plaintive cries for air.Â
âHaechan, I canât breathe,â you rasp out finally, and he lets you go with a shaky inhale and an unmistakable reluctance.Â
âYou are so goddamn addicting.â he pants, and his hands drop to your hips, resuming the motions you werenât aware youâd stopped. âKeep going.â
His hands keep guiding your movements, practically dragging you back and forth on his thigh as he kisses you again. This kiss is messier than the last as he sucks on your tongue and pulls back to trail his lips down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point and sucking hard, a gasp escaping you at the pleasurable sensation.
âMine,â he grunts against your throat, sinking his teeth into a new patch of skin and sucking there, too, without a doubt leaving some form of mark behind. âAll fucking mine.â he repeats, clutching your hips tighter and dragging you up his leg and closer to him, lips parting from your neck with a loud, wet pop and connecting with yours eagerly. âGonna fucking ruin you, princess.â
âHaeââ you barely get the first syllable of his name out before heâs sealing his mouth over yours again, fingers creeping into the kiss to pry your mouth open.
âOpen,â he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. When you oblige, he taps your tongue impatiently until you let it hang out of your mouth, Haechan sucking in a deep breath as he eyes you appreciatively. Without any warning or preamble, Haechan spits directly onto your tongue, and you whimper, voice cracking slightly. âSwallow. Iâm gonna do it again.â You swallow his saliva, the extra moisture in your mouth jarring but not unwelcome, and return to your previous pose of your mouth open with your tongue hanging out.Â
He grins and leans in again, hovering over your waiting tongue as he drops a long, clear string of saliva from his puckered lips down to your mouth. âDonât swallow.â He pulls back from you slightly and pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth, the cool silver of his ring catching your taste buds as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, gliding them against your tongue to collect as much wetness as he can. âGood girl,â he coos, pleased, and youâre embarrassed by the rush of warmth between your legs that appears at the praise. âNeed them nice and wet for you.â
Not wasting a minute, he snakes his slick, spit-covered fingers past the band of your underwear and starts to stroke over your folds, digits gliding amongst your arousal with embarrassing ease.Â
âYouâre a mess down here,â he remarks, eyes alight with glee and something wild, primal as he teases you. âYou like me that much? Hm?â He seems not to need an answer as he grins cockily at you, eyes scanning your face intently to drink in your every reaction to his touch, no matter how small. He trails his fingers up, up, up until heâs brushing the underside of your clit, and you jolt, flinching away.Â
âHaechan, thatâs sensitiveââ
âI know, baby,â he coos. âThatâs exactly why Iâm doing it.â With the hand not currently in your underwear, he laces his fingers with yours, the back of his hand pressed against the palm of your own, and trails your linked hands down your body to join his other hand in your underwear. âShow me,â he rasps, and you blink at him, too far gone to fully understand exactly what he means. âShow me how you do it when youâre aloneâwhen you think of me.â
Cheeks blazing, you realize youâre in no position to refuse, so you guide his hand into massaging your clit in circles, your abdomen tensing reflexively whenever his fingers graze the sensitive underside of your clit.Â
âTalk to me, baby.â he urges gently, and you whine in protest, the fire in your face increasing nearly tenfold. âWanna hear that pretty voice tell me how you touch your little pussy.â
âI just rub it in circles like this,â you mumble, voice slightly husky with desire, and the shift doesnât go unnoticed, if the intensifying of Haechanâs gaze means anything.Â
âYou donât go inside?â he asks softly, and you shake your head.
âDoesnât feel good when I do it,â you whimper, and he sucks in air sharply, swearing under his breath as he watches your face twist in pleasure. Itâs all too much for you, having his undivided attention on you like this, and you look away, a shudder traveling through your body as another climax approaches.
âLook at me,â he coaxes, and you reluctantly oblige, pleading eyes locking on his as your peak gets closer by the second. âOnly look at me.â
âOkay,â you agree, the last syllable coming out like more of a squeak, and he smiles brilliantly, the hand not pleasuring you slipping out of your underwear and lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts in your thin, lacy light blue bra. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples through the fabric and starts to suck, tongue swirling around the stiffening bud so wetly that his saliva starts to darken the fabric, the warmth of his spit seeping through the fabric.Â
He sucks at your nipples with an almost ferocity, alternating breasts like he canât get enough of either, and his hand snakes around your back to unclasp your bra, Haechan pushing the garment out of the way as soon as itâs loose and latching onto your nipple with a low groan of satisfaction.
As he flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue, his fingers stroke you closer and closer to your high until youâre so close you can practically taste the sweet, heady feeling of ecstasy. âShow me what you sound like when you cum, baby.â
âOhâshitâoh, my God,â you hiss as your eyes screw shut tight, pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm travels through your system. âFeels so good,â you whimper, and he hums in agreement.
âSay my name, baby.â
âHaechanââ you moan wantonly, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl as he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.
He doesnât stop attending to your breasts until heâs certain heâs milked every last second of bliss from your body, alternating between sucking and flicking and swirling his tongue around the buds until you go limp, your body slumping against the wall for support.Â
Finally, he pulls his arousal-coated fingers from your underwear, trailing them over your bottom lip before pushing the digits into your mouth to suck.Â
You do so with an embarrassing amount of eagerness, and are just as surprised as Haechan when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you whine in protest.
His brows shoot up into his hairline and you feel heat blazing furiously in your cheeks as he regards you with a mix of surprise and an expression that looks close to impressed.
âYou like to suck, yeah?â he murmurs, and you nod hesitantly. Something flashes in his dark eyes, and he grins. âWanna suck something bigger?â
Hesitant but undoubtedly excited, you nod, and he wets his lips before setting about unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans.Â
As he does, you slowly sink to your knees, and when he looks up from his pants to see you kneeling before him, he lets out a loud swear that you fear might blow your cover.
As you stare in awe at his impressive size, you realize youâre less worried about getting caught than you are about having to stop. He watches you watch him with amusement and fascination, but the undercurrent of desire runs strong as he clicks his tongue to get your attention.Â
You look up at him, and he licks his lips, exhaling a small puff of air before wrapping a hand around his base.
âThis is the prettiest sight Iâve ever laid eyes on,â he praises, and you smile, heat rising to your cheeks once more. Lowering himself slightly, he cups your breasts, pressing them together and grunting, âIâm gonna fuck these one day. But now?â he says, releasing them and stroking your chin affectionately. âIâm gonna fuck this pretty mouth.â
âYou ever suck someone off, baby?â he asks in a low voice, and you shake your head, making his eyes slide shut in bliss as he squeezes himself harder. âFuck, Iâm your first?â
âYes,â you mumble shyly, and he coos affectionately at you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin with his free hand.Â
âRemember when you were sucking that little lollipop the other day?â he asks, and you nod. âItâs kind of like that. Use your tongue, and the wetter it is, the better.â
You nod carefully and sit forward, letting your jaw drop open.Â
âFuck, baby. Tongue out for me?â he grunts, and you oblige, letting your tongue drop out of your mouth and lie flat for him. âSo good, baby, just like that,â he encourages, leaning forward and guiding the head of his cock into your mouth.Â
It feels strange but not unwelcome, and you suck gently at the head of his cock, more focused on using your tongue to explore the intrusion in your mouth. Based on the way Haechanâs breathing shallows and quickens, you suspect youâre doing a pretty good job.
âBaby, youâre so good at this,â he groans, his head tipping back before it snaps back up as he seemingly realizes heâd rather watch you. âMouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock like that.â
You can only manage a whimper as you boldly press forward, taking more of his length into your mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you swirl your tongue around his length before tentatively flicking it over the slit in the head of his cock. He groans weakly and, emboldened, you do it again, Haechan letting out a delicious little grunt that spurs you to kick it up another notch.
You start to bob your head, doing your best to alternate between bobbing and licking, and Haechan shudders deeply, his hand releasing the rest of his cock and moving to cup the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair.Â
âJust like thatâfuckââ he hisses, biting his lip as he watches you suck him off, skill increasing with every movement. When you push forward a bit too suddenly, eager to impress him, you choke briefly on his length, throat constricting slightly as your gag reflex activates slightly. âOh, shitââ
Despite the slight ache to the back of your throat, you keep sucking, moving forward slower this time to allow your throat time to adjust to his size. When you massage the underside of his tip with your tongue, wet muscle gliding over the ridge of skin, he moans your name and itâs one of the most rewarding sounds you think youâve ever heard.
âSo good,â he pants as you bob your head up and down, and his length twitches in your mouth, giving you a hint that heâs close. âGonna cum, baby.â
You move your head faster, sucking his length to the best of your ability with all the tricks you just learned, and his fingers grip your hair tightly as he spills into your mouth, his hips sluggishly thrusting forward as he shallowly fucks your mouth.Â
âYou,â he grunts, helping you to your feet so youâre face to face and kissing you deeply, âare a fast little learner.â His tongue slips between your lips and he explores your mouth eagerly, licking at your tongue and inner cheeks as you whimper, dizzied by the fervor of his kisses.Â
âBaby,â he mumbles into the kiss, the urgency in his voice waking you up slightly, âI wanna eat you out. Can I taste you, princess?â When you nod, he grins brilliantly. âGonna make you feel so good.â
He drops to his knees and slides his hands up from your ankles, hands slipping under your skirt to caress your hips. Pulling your underwear off, he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, warm, slender fingers spreading apart your folds to get a better look at you.
When you whine softly in embarrassment, he shushes you gently, murmuring, âI just want to admire you for a second, baby, please?â He ducks his head under your skirt and sucks in a sharp breath when heâs met with the sight of your core, folds glistening with your arousal. âPrettiest pussy Iâve ever seen,â he breathes in awe, and before you can reply, his mouth is on you, upper lip resting just above your clit as his tongue strokes along your folds indulgently.
âOh, my God,â you whisper, stumbling back slightly to lean against the wall behind you. Haechan moves with you fluidly, massaging your clit with his tongue as his fingers clutch your thighs, kneading the flesh with greedy, rough movements.
Tongue moving downwards towards your entrance, he prods the tip of it against your hole, chuckling when you jolt and squirm under his actions. âDonât be shy, baby, I just want to taste.â
You nod even though he canât see you, and he must be able to tell, because his tongue pushes forward, slowly breaching your entrance. You suck in a loud breath as his tongue delves further into you, occasionally coming out to slurp up the arousal dripping from your hole.Â
âTastes so good, baby,â he moans, his nose rubbing against your clit as he slowly starts to move his tongue in and out inside of you. The feeling is strange but amazing, a slightly ticklish element to the pleasure youâre receiving as he tongue-fucks you.Â
Slurping loudly and moaning even louder, Haechan loses himself in your core, alternating between tongue-fucking you and licking at your folds and clit, leaving sloppy wet kisses that make your mind spin.
âYeah, you like that?â he grunts, sucking at your clit hard before slipping his tongue out to stroke the sensitive underside of the sensitive bud. âYou like when I kiss your pretty pussy? Hm? Do you like it when I make out with your sweet little pussy?â
âYes,â you whimper, fingers clutching at his head over your skirt. When you get a good grip on him, you start to pull him closer, wanting more of his touch.
âAlways so goodâso shy and innocent.â Haechan murmurs, words slightly muffled from his oral ministrations on your pussy. âNow look at you; look how bad youâre being.â
âHaechan, please,â you breathe, and he turns his head to suck at your inner thighs, no doubt leaving a mark or two in his wake.
âWanna see just how bad I can make you be.â he coos before surging forward to lap at your core eagerly, losing himself once more in the taste of you. âFucking delicious, baby, you taste so good for me.â
He sucks and licks and kissesâeven nibbles a bitâuntil your legs are shaking and your grip on his hair is iron-clad. You briefly consider the extremely compromising position someone might find you in if one of your friends walked down the hall and are surprised to find that not only do you not care, but thereâs even a smidge of excitement when you think about getting caught like this, with Haechanâs head under your skirt and your breasts exposed.
âHaechan, IâmâI think Iâm gonnaââ you pant out, and he nods fervently, tongue slipping out of your entrance to flick your clit back and forth rapidly, a sharp whine slipping from you.
âCum for me, babyâcum all on my tongue.â he urges, pulling you closer as he feverishly laps at your clit and entrance, shaking his head from side to side rapidly to run his tongue along your core back and forth. âThatâs it, pretty girl, just let go.â he purrs, coaxing your climax out of you, and you do just that, letting the coil wound tight in your abdomen snap and letting the pleasure flood through your body.
âHaechanââ you whimper, and he hums soothingly as his tongue massages your clit once more, thoroughly milking your orgasm for all its worth. When the trembling of your legs has calmed down slightly and youâve started to breathe normally once more, he pops his head out from under your skirt and winks up at you, chin and lips covered in your arousal.
âYouâre addicting, baby; could eat your pussy for hours.â he says as he rises to his feet. A look downwards grants you the sight of his erection, fully hard once more, and you swallow thickly before looking up at him only to see that heâs already watching you with a small grin on his face. âThink you can handle one more?â
Youâre nodding before you even realize it, and Haechan beams at you, drawing closer and closer until youâre flat against the wall.Â
Nudging your legs apart, he settles between them and aligns his tip with your entrance, looking up from where your bodies meet to your face.
âReady, baby?â he asks, and you nod carefully, eyes drifting back down from his face to where the thick head of his length presses against your core. âGood girl,â he breathes before pushing into you slowly, covering your mouth with his palm as you gasp out loudly. âBaby, theyâll catch us if you keep making noise like that.â
âS-Sorry,â you stammer, but itâs a muffled apology given that Haechanâs hand is still firmly clasped over your mouth. âSo full,â you whisper in awe, and he chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing to the spot just behind your lobe.Â
âFeel so tight around me, baby,â he grunts, his labored breathing in your ear telling you that heâs just as affected as you are. âSo fucking goodââ
âHaechan, move,â you whisper urgently as he bottoms out in you, and he obliges, pulling out to the tip and pushing into you again. A loud whoosh of air escapes your lungs, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, making you let out a loud whimper that would have been much louder had Haechanâs hand not muffled it.
âIâm starting to think you want to get caught.â Haechan murmurs with a smile on his lips as he kisses along your jaw and moves his hand to kiss you.Â
âMmâ! No, I donâtââ you insist through your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a taunting grin.
âYes, you do,â he teases. âYou want all our friends to come in this hallway and see me fucking you like the perfect little fuckdoll I always knew you could be.â
âHaeâchanââ you stutter, tiny noises leaving you with every powerful thrust of his hips. Heâs so good, so big and thick, and heâs filling you up just right and hitting all the right places, and it becomes too much very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body as he fucks into you. If it couldnât get worse for you, he reaches between you two and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick circles just like you showed him earlier. âFuckâstopâtoo muchââ
âDoesnât that feel good, baby?â he coos, shifting himself to angle his hips into you just right so that every snap of his hips sends his tip fucking directly into your g-spot.Â
You feel warmth behind your eyes, the telltale pricking at the corners that you know all too well, and the first tear drops before you can wipe it away, another tear following after that as the pleasure all but consumes you.
âAw, baby, donât cry, it feels good,â he consoles you, reaching up with his free hand to wipe your tears away.Â
âSo goodâtoo goodââ you babble, and he laughs at that, brows furrowing at the end as you clench around him.
âIt canât be too good, babyâyouâre not making sense anymore.â he says with a playful lilt, and you whimper, more tears falling as you sniffle pathetically. âFuck, youâre so pretty when you cry.â
âWanna cumâHaechan, please let me cumââ you beg, and his movements stutter, Haechan looking at you in surprise.
âYeah? Baby wants to cum?â he grunts, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your walls flex around him again. âFuck, I love when you do thatâfeels so goodâcum for me, baby.âÂ
Not needing to be told twice, you promptly fall apart around him with a messy string of swears and âpleaseâ and utterances of Haechanâs name as your nails dig into his forearm, making him wince slightly. Youâre sure you look a mess, eyes wet and glossy as tears stream down your cheeks, but Haechanâs drinking in your appearance like itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen.
âBabyâIâm closeâfuckââ Haechan grunts. âGonna cumâwhere do you want it?â
âWant it inside of me, pleaseââ you croak weakly, and he lets out a sound thatâs a mix between a smug chuckle and a moan.
âCanât believe you were skittish as a mouse just the other day, and now youâre begging for my cum. Want me to fill you up?â he pants, hips driving into yours with reckless abandon.Â
âPleaseââ you whimper, and he swears under his breath.
âFuckâtake it all, baby,â he urges, hips pressing into yours as he buries himself in you and empties his load. âItâs all for you,â he says breathlessly as his length twitches inside of you.
He stays inside of you for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath, before he slowly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you fix your skirt back into place. To your confusion, he hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling the thin, arousal-soaked fabric down and off your legs.Â
âUmâŚâ you start, and Haechan looks over at you, brows raised expectantly. âThose are mine,â you state, pointing at the fabric in his fist.
âAnd now,â he hums, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes sliding shut in bliss just in time to miss your scandalized expression. âTheyâre mine. Câmon; you should use the bathroom.â
He loops his fingers around yours, other hand stuffing your underwear in his back pocket as he leads you to the bathroom.
When the door closes behind you, you sit down on the toilet with slightly shaky legs, taking a moment to think about everything that just occurred.Â
You would have never in a million years thought that youâd have sex with Haechan, let alone in the hallwayâlet alone, with your friends in the very next room. However, as you think over the events that just transpired, your body is filled with a warm thrum of satisfaction, and you canât seem to find an ounce of regret.Â
âGirl, where the hell were you?!â Karina exclaims, fussing over you as soon as you reappear in the living room. âWeâve been texting and calling for ages!â
âOh,â you mumble, pulling your phone from the little pocket in your skirt. âItâs been on Do Not Disturb,â you explain sheepishly, and Karina rolls her eyes hard.
âDonât do that again. You had us worried sick. What were you even doing for so long?â
âUm⌠well, Haechan and I,â you start, casting a side glance to the couch where Haechan sits and hesitating slightly when you see that heâs watching you intently, not an ounce of shame in his expression. âWe hooked up.â you say finally, straightening your back slightly and standing up taller.
Yeriâs jaw drops. âAbout damn time.â she remarks, and you narrow your eyes at her.
âHush, you.â you huff, looking over at where Haechan sits once more. He locks eyes with you and grins, patting the empty spot next to him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you smile, looking away from him to address your bewildered friends. âIâll explain everything laterââ
âYeah, yeah, just go, girl.â Karina chuckles. âHeâs waiting,â she sing-songs, and you elbow her slightly before shooting them a bright smile and a small wave and making your way to sit next to Haechan.Â
When you sit down, Haechan drapes his arm around you on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.
âSo,â he says carefully, taking a hit of his pen and exhaling slowly before he continues, âI know this is a little backwards of me, but⌠do you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?â
âIâd like that,â you reply with a bashful smile, and he grins, relieved.
âGreat. Now in the meantime,â he says, looking pointedly towards the hallway before looking back at you expectantly, âI have a nice ass TV, snacks, and a strong ass edible with your name on it in my room. You down?â
You donât even hesitate. âIâm down.â you agree, smile widening, and he nods, satisfied. He stands from the couch and offers you his hand, which you take as he pulls you to your feet.
As you trail after him towards his room, fingers still locked with his, you canât help but notice the familiar peek of fabric sticking out of his back pocket, and your eyes widen in alarm.
âHaechan!â you whisper loudly, and he looks back at you with raised brows. âMy, um, underwear is sticking out of your pocket.â
âSo?â he answers simply, and you pause, brain buffering for a moment.
âSo?â
âYeah. No one knows itâs your underwear but you and me,â he points out as you reach his bedroom door. He swings it open and gestures for you to enter first, head dipping down to your ear as you pass by. âSo itâs our little secret.â
âOh,â you mumble, thinking it over. âOkay.â
âThatâs what I like to hear,â he says encouragingly, guiding you to his bed and gesturing for you to sit down. âNow, what do you want to watch?â
âUh, we can watch Family Guy,â you suggest, and he looks at you, pleasant surprise written on his handsome features, before he nods and picks up the TV remote.
âGood choice,â he praises, sitting down beside you against the headboard of his bed. âPerfect show to play in the background while we make out.â
âOhââ you stammer, blinking in surprise, and he snorts, eyes fond as he scans your bashful demeanor.
âIâm kidding.â he assures you, and you canât help but frown slightly. Unfortunately for you, this doesnât go unnoticed by Haechan, and he chuckles. âYou wanted to make out, didnât you?â
âA little bit,â you mumble, and he grins, leaning in closer to you.
âThat can be arranged.â he murmurs, still smiling as his lips meet yours.
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⣠Take Care Of Me đŞ˘
âŁđŞ˘ A/N â Another request from my first account is finished! Sorry for how long it took but I hope you enjoy it. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Omegaverse | Alpha Jason Todd | Omega Male Reader | African-American Male Reader | Ruts | Rough Sex | Oral Sex | Fingering | Knotting | Bondage | ETC
âŁđŞ˘ Summary â As a side effect of Jason being healed and resurrected in the Lazarus pits, his ruts have grown more intense. He's resigned to suffering through them alone until he realizes the longer he goes without knotting an Omega, the stronger they will get. So he decides to reach out to Y/N...
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Jason could be such an irresponsible, stubborn little shit sometimes.
âY/N, chill out. I donât need you to always take care of me,â Jason grumbled as the smaller male forced him to sit on the toilet in his bathroom while he patched and mended his wounds.
âApparently, you do doofus, since you always end up showing up on my balcony a bloody and bruised mess. I swear, Jason, one of these days youâre going to get yourself killed if you donât just start learning to ask for help,â Y/N scolded as he applied an anesthetic to a nasty blade wound on the vigilanteâs arm. Any deeper and Jason wouldnât have been lucky enough to make it to Y/Nâs before he passed out from blood loss.
âBeen there, done that sweetheart,â Jason smirked.
Y/N rolled his eyes at him while wrapping the gauze and bandage around his admittedly large bicep, âYouâre insufferable.â
âBut, you still love me,â Jason confidently stated, standing to his feet after Y/N put on the last bandage.
âRegretfully,â Y/N retorted as he packed away his medical supplies. Ever since that first night he and Jason met, the Omega kept his med kit stocked, even splurging on a few extra items he would need for certain wounds that only a trip to the ER would be able to treat.
Y/N's sight turned to the muscular Alpha standing beside him, watching from the corner of his eyes as he checked his wounds and grabbed his shirt and gear from the ground. Even though they were only friends, the Omega couldnât deny the attraction he felt towards the vigilante.
He didnât know if it was romantic or just sexual, but it was something. But, seeing the life Jason had and his choice of career, he decided itâd be better if he didnât indulge himself in that, no matter how badly he wanted to.
Theyâd met a couple of years prior when Y/N had first moved to Gotham. Since he was new to the city, he didnât understand the dos and donâts and would consistently go for walks late at night when most people would usually be inside by then with the doors and windows locked.
As one can imagine, this eventually led him to trouble when one random night, he got ambushed by some thugs. At first, they were going to just mug him, but when they realized he was an Omega, their intentions slightly changed with a very undesirable end for Y/N.
Thankfully, an angel came to his rescue in the form of the famous vigilante, Red Hood. Heâd knocked out the two Alphas cornering the Omega against the wall and scaring off the one Beta before coming over to help the Omega off the ground.
Of course, there was the clichĂŠ moment where the rescued victim thanks their savior gleefully and they slowly glance at each other, feeling a deep connection before they fall in love and swoop off into the night. Well, at least it couldâve gone like that.
As Red Hood was checking to make sure the Omega was okay and escorting him out the alleyway, they both missed one of the other Alphas getting back to their feet and grabbing their weapon off the ground before charging at the vigilante. He was able to fight him off and knock him out, but not before taking some pretty nasty cuts that wouldâve been lethal had he not reacted quickly.
When Y/N realized how badly he was injured, he helped him back to his apartment where he thankfully had barely enough supplies in his first-aid kit to stop the initial bleeding and patch him up enough. The Omega suggested taking him to the hospital, but Red Hood turned it down.
âDonât worry, sweetheart. I got some people whoâll take good care of me. But, you be careful out there. No more late-night walks in this city, got it?â
After that night, Y/N didnât see Red Hood for some time until a few weeks later when he showed up on his balcony again, bruised and battered and in dire need of some medical aid. Why he didnât go to his âpeopleâ but rather going to a random Omega heâd only met some weeks prior was beyond him, but he didnât complain.
Eventually, with enough visits, they went from random strangers to somewhat trusted acquaintances, until eventually, they were seeing each other so much, a lot of the time the vigilante not needing any medical attention, just checking in on the Omega that they became friends.
Now, just a couple of years later, Y/N knew not just Red Hood, but the man behind the hood and under the skin-tight gear which he did not ogle regularly. He didnât! Stop looking at him like that!
âAh, you donât mean that,â Jason said while putting his shirt back on.
He turned to the Omega whoâd just put away his med kit back under the sink before looking at him and placing his hands against the sink, leaning back for support.
âYou canât tell me what I mean,â Y/N replied.
âYes, I can. You always say I'm insufferable, but never mean it. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so kind to let me into your apartment every time I need your delicate touch," Jason teased.
And for whatever reason, Jason saying that sparked a bit of arousal in Y/N's stomach, but he chose to ignore it.
"Whatever," Y/N replied with an eye roll while pressing himself against the sink as he noticed the sudden closeness between him and Jason, not even noticing that the Alpha had got closer, almost boxing him against the sink, "Um, sir? Why are you so close? This bathroom is already small enough, and you're not helping by taking up so much space here."
Y/N didn't even want to turn around and look in the mirror, knowing that Jason's towering and bulky frame shown in the mirror compared to his smaller and softer one would cause very sinful thoughts in his mind. Not that he hadn't had these thoughts before.
"I'm not taking up any more space than you are, shorty," Jason retorted.
"That's a bold-faced lie. We both know I'm a perfectly respectable height. You're just giant," Y/N replied.
Jason chuckled, his laugh making the Omega's body feel all tingly and warm. It didn't help that the sound seemed to resonate from the Alpha's chest, the vibrations from his laugh reaching Y/N's own, causing the smaller male to bite his bottom lip.
"Maybe there'd be more room if you got rid of the ridiculous number of lotions and creams you have in here," Jason spoke lowly, subtly getting closer to the Omega while leaning more into his space.
"You leave me and my lotions alone. Don't get mad at me because I don't allow myself to be ashy, which speaking of it, you probably need some help with. Then again, that could just be your caucasianess," Y/N said, gesturing a hand over Jason's body where his pale and ivory skin was exposed.
Jason chuckled, "Why do you always have to go and attack my skin color?"
"Because, unlike you, I'm not an enemy of the sun," Y/N replied.
"Okay, just because I lack melanin doesn't make you better than me."
"Hmm, I think it does," Y/N joked.
"You're an asshole."
"But, you still love me," Y/N replied, mocking Jason's earlier words.
Y/N noticed again the space becoming much smaller between him and the Alpha, and it was not doing much to help quell the growing arousal he was already feeling in his body. He and Jason already had a platonic bond, since Jason would constantly scent mark him on his wrists and leave clothes for the Omega to wear whenever he knew the smaller male was going out into the city by himself.
The gesture was appreciated, and Y/N was flattered that the vigilante was concerned for his well-being, but having his clothes filled with the Alpha's scent wasn't helping his already developing feelings for the Alpha.
"You're still getting closer," Y/N breathed.
"And you're still not stopping me," Jason replied, his voice a low and husky rumble, making the Omega's toes curl in his shoes.
"I...uh," Y/N tried to think of a response, his brain feeling fuzzy.
A few quiet seconds passed before something passed over Jason's eyes, seemingly like he was coming out of a trance. The Alpha took a step back, giving the Omega a little bit of breathing room, even despite his disappointment at his moving back.
"Sorry, I uh...sorry, I didn't mean to get so close," Jason apologized.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not upset," Y/N told him, gently placing his hand on the Alpha's wrist, jerking at the heat he felt underneath the ivory skin, "Jason, you're really hot."
"Well, thank you, sweetheart. Glad you noticed," Jason winked, trying to deflect the comment.
"No, no, I mean, you're burning up. Are you okay?" Y/N asked, removing his hand and using it to press the back of his palm against the Alpha's forehead, a worried look crossing his face. He didn't even realize it was him now closing the distance between them, stepping into the Alpha's space.
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just running a bit of a fever, it's no big deal," Jason answered.
"You're literally sweating buckets, and your skin is red. This is more than just a 'bit of a fever'. Have you taken your temperature? How about a shower and some cold water? I'm sure I have some ice packs-"
"I'm fine, Y/N. Just drop it," Jason snapped, a little too harshly as the Omega immediately flinched and stepped back, looking away from the Alpha.
"Right, sorry. I didn't mean to bother," Y/N mumbled.
Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair, "No, don't apologize. I didn't mean to snap. Look, it's late, and I'm exhausted. I'll head home and sleep it off, alright?"
"You're welcome to stay the night if you want. It's no trouble. I'll even let you use my various lotions," Y/N joked, though his tone and face were still showing his worry for his friend.
"Thanks, but I'm not gonna intrude. I'll see you later, Y/N," Jason said, walking past the Omega.
Before he could say anything else, Jason grabbed the rest of his things and was out of the bathroom and his apartment within a couple of minutes. The sudden tense and awkward silence was a little unsettling for the Omega, especially after how close he and the Alpha had become in the past couple of years.
"Well, fuck," Y/N breathed, running a hand through his hair.
A couple of days had gone by and Y/N hadn't heard anything from Jason. It wasn't unusual for him to go radio silent for a few days, sometimes a couple of weeks if he was working on an important case.
But, this was different. After seeing how Jason left his apartment the other night, the Omega had been nothing other than an anxious and worried mess.
What was wrong with him? Why was he acting so weirdly the other night? Was he okay? Did Y/N accidentally make him mad about the Sun joke?
That wouldn't make sense though since Jason had the raunchiest sense of humor he'd ever known. The jokes Y/N made could be considered playground stuff compared to some of the stuff that came out of that man's mouth.
All these questions and more had been running through the Omega's mind for the past couple of days. He wanted to check on the Alpha but was afraid of what his reaction would be if he did.
He'd thought about asking reaching out to Dick or Bruce or someone from Jason's family to see if they'd heard from him, but quickly decided against it, not wanting to come off as a clingy or annoying Omega.
Jason would talk to him when he was ready, and he had no choice but to respect that.
Even though it didn't make the wait any less painful or worrying.
"Fuck it," Y/N cursed, grabbing his phone from the coffee table.
Scrolling through his contacts, he found the name he was looking for and pressed the call button, lifting the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Alfred. It's Y/N."
"Master Y/N. What a surprise. How are you, my dear boy?"
"I'm doing well, thank you," A smile spread across his face at the polished voice on the other end. The butler was always so nice and respectful to speak to. Jason always said it was impossible to talk to Alfred and not feel good or better about yourself.
"Wonderful to hear. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes. I was hoping you'd be able to tell me where Jason is. I haven't heard from him in a couple of days, and I was just wondering if you knew where he was."
"Unfortunately, I am not aware of Master Jason's whereabouts, nor is anyone else in the manor. He has not contacted anyone within the family for some time, and we are all rather concerned."
That had Y/N even more worried.
He knew Jason didn't have the best relationship with Bruce, his adoptive father, but from what the Omega understood, that disdain didn't extend to his other family members. At least not completely.
Especially Alfred of all people. Jason always said how Alfred was his favorite out of everyone in that entire family, so the fact that the butler didn't know what was going on had him even more on edge.
"Is everything alright, Master Y/N?" Alfred asked, noticing the Omega's long silence.
"Oh, yes, sorry. Everything's fine. Just a bit distracted," Y/N lied.
"Of course, my dear boy. If there is anything else I can do, please let me know."
"Yes, sir. Thank you," Y/N replied, hearing the butler hang up the phone a second later.
"Fuck," the Omega cursed.
After putting his phone down, the Omega ran a hand down his face while doing a nervous scratch on his durag-covered head. It didn't make sense, and the Omega was beginning to worry something terrible had happened to the vigilante, knowing the life he led.
"Dammit Jay, where the hell are you?"
"Fucking shit," Jason groaned, sweat dripping down his body as his hands gripped the sheets.
His teeth were clenched tightly together, and his body was trembling slightly from the intense pain his lower region was feeling as he furiously moved the pocket sex toy furiously up and down his raging and hard dick, damn near close to breaking it which wouldn't be good considering it was his last one.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck," Jason growled, his hips arching off the bed.
This was the fourth night in a row that the Alpha had been suffering through the intense pain that was his rut. The pain was only getting worse the longer he ignored and attempted to suppress his instincts, which he wasn't doing a good job of doing if the state of his apartment was anything to go by.
His bedroom, living room, kitchen, and every other room in the apartment was in complete disarray. Broken pieces of furniture were scattered across the floor, his walls had multiple holes in them, and a few stains of his blood could be found in various spots around the place.
It was a good thing he paid rent up front and the building manager was never around, or they would've kicked him out and called the police.
"Ugh, aah," the Alpha grunted, his hips arching off the bed as the vibrations coursed through his dick, sending shivers throughout his body.
His knot was already swollen and pulsating, but it wasn't enough. He needed an actual hole to insert his knot into. A nice wet, tight, and pulsing hot hole that he could fuck and breed, pumping his cum and his seed inside.
He needed an Omega.
"Goddammit," Jason panted, tossing the small toy to the side and laying his head back on the pillow, a sheen layer of sweat covering his entire body.
The pain had gone away temporarily, but now the urge to fuck and knot an Omega was growing stronger, and it was making him lose his mind. If he could just find an Omega and breed them, the pain would go away. But, he couldn't just go and pick up a random Omega off the street and force them to spread their legs so the Alpha fuck their brains out even if that's what his body was calling him to do.
At least, not without being arrested and charged with rape.
It took everything in him to leave Y/N's apartment that night after he realized he was entering the early stages of his rut, hence his somewhat weird behavior towards the Omega. Knowing how intense and strong his ruts had gotten since he came back after being dipped in the Lazarus pits, Jason didn't want to take the chance of hurting anyone, especially the Omega he'd come to care for deeply.
Not that Y/N knew this.
And now, it was getting harder and harder to fight against the urge to do just that. To ignore his basic and natural instincts.
He figured it to be a side effect of the Lazarus pits, seeing as how other parts of his body and mind had become more enhanced after this little swim. It'd make sense that it would also affect his mating cycle, he just didn't think it would make them this intense and impossible to deal with.
As time passed and he went through his rut cycles, they slowly got more intense. He was way more aggressive than he was normally, he'd start to experience pain and literal freaking blue balls if he didn't get his knot out in enough time, and worst of all, his ruts were lasting longer and starting to occur more frequently. They used to come every 2 months, maybe one and a half if he was just unlucky. Now, they were damn near coming every month or few weeks.
And the last time he actually had someone with him through his rut, because of increased aggressiveness which made him much more brutal and rough than normal (and that was saying something), he nearly put that Omega in the hospital. Of course, they were understanding and didn't hold it against him, but he didn't want to risk hurting anyone else.
He started ignoring his ruts and locking himself away in his apartment. He'd buy a bunch of sex toys and other stuff that would help ease the pain and tension and would just tough it out until his rut was over, not caring that the pain would only get worse the longer he ignored his instincts.
"Augh," Jason moaned, the pain starting to come back and his arousal rising again.
He reached his hand down, his fingers wrapping around his large, throbbing, and rock-hard cock, his thumb rubbing the tip and smearing the precum leaking out of the slit. The Alpha groaned, his hips thrusting up into his hand, the movements rough and uncoordinated.
This is what it had been for the past almost week. Him alone in his apartment with nothing but his hand, rut-specific fleshlights that ended up torn apart after only a couple of uses because of his ridiculously enlarged knot, and an ever-consistent raging hard-on.
And the pain. Don't forget the pain.
The pain was the worst part. The need and desire to mate and breed an Omega was strong, but the physical and mental pain his body would be in due to not giving into those desires was the absolute fucking worst.
"Fuck, ugh," Jason groaned, his fist picking up speed.
His eyes closed the image of a beautiful and naked Omega underneath him, moaning his name and begging him to fuck him or her. The smell of their scent was the sweetest aroma he'd ever experienced, and their body was the softest and smoothest thing he'd ever touched.
While his hand furiously stroked up and down, so close to the edge but just not able to reach it, he could feel his anger growing more the longer it took for him to reach his release. Then, as he was imagining the body of some random Omega that was on top of him, that blurred image where their face should be suddenly had a face.
Y/N's face.
"Oh fuck Jason!"Â Y/N screamed in his head, his hands pressing against the vigilante's hard chest while he bit his lips in painful pleasure as he bounced up and down on his dick.
A guttural sound left his throat, his hips thrusting up into his hand faster and harder as he imagined the smaller male on top of him, moaning and begging the Alpha to knot him, his body writhing in pleasure. His sweaty brown skin glistened in the light from the moon outside as his body moved up and down with the rattling bed from the force of Jason's thrusts inside him.
"Y/N, fu-fuck, baby, yes," Jason groaned, his body moving up and down as the imaginary Y/N bounced his body up and down the Alpha's massive cock, taking his knot so beautifully.
"Shit," the Alpha cursed, his hand gripping his cock tighter, his palm rubbing the head, a growl leaving his mouth.
He thrust into his hand even harder, his sore and throbbing cock leaking more and more pre-cum as he imagined Y/N screaming out on top of him, begging for his knot.
"Fuck, Jason, knot me! Please, I need it. Give me your knot!"
"I'm gonna, baby. Gonna knot you, give you my knot," Jason answered, his mind still deep in his fantasy.
Before he knew it, Jason had blown one of the biggest and most satisfying loads he's had this entire rut, possibly his entire life. His hips arched off the bed with his hand milking his dick for every drop of cum his balls could produce.
"Shit," Jason groaned, his hips falling back to the bed and his chest heaving up and down.
His heart was pounding, and his body was still covered in a thick layer of sweat, but the pain was subsiding. Not completely, but enough for the Alpha to at least catch his breath. His head was fuzzy, and his vision was blurry, but he was slowly coming back to reality.
"Fuck, I'm a goddamn mess."
Truthfully, this wasn't the first time this had happened. The Alpha had known for a long time that his feelings towards the Omega weren't strictly platonic. Hell, he'd immediately found the guy attractive since the first time he met him, but he had no idea when his feelings began developing into something deeper and more serious.
Even then, it wasn't like Jason was the best person to have a healthy relationship with. He wasn't exactly a people person, and he wasn't the best when it came to expressing his emotions. Plus, the fact that he had a very dangerous career choice didn't help.
But, despite all of that, Y/N was the first person he'd truly felt comfortable with in a very long time outside of Roy, and not just because he was a new Omega in the city who would always patch him up. Don't ask him why, but sometimes it was easy to talk to a complete stranger.
Plus, after getting to know him, Jason became protective of the Omega, wanting to keep him safe.
When they met, Y/N was a clueless and innocent little Omega who had no business being out at such a late hour, especially in Gotham. Jason couldn't have that. So, he made sure to check in on him regularly to make sure no harm had come to him, which didn't help with the growing attraction he was feeling towards him.
It also didn't help that Y/N and he seemed to banter back and forth and act like a couple, flirty undertones and all. Whenever they'd hang out outside of the Omega's apartment, people always assumed they were together. And it wasn't like Jason would mind that. Not at all. He just didn't know if Y/N would mind it.
He'd admit, there was a time when he thought about pursuing a romantic relationship with the Omega, but ultimately decided against it. Jason didn't think he deserved the happiness and warmth the smaller male brought him.
So, he chose to content himself with the friendship he had with him, not wanting to ruin one of the only good things he had in his life.
Now, however, the Alpha was beginning to reconsider.
Not even a few minutes went by before Jason felt his dick rising to attention again, his rut coming back with an even more demanding vengeance.
"Dammit, not again," Jason cursed, sitting up.
The pain was starting to come back, and his dick was already hardening again, the head a deep red and aching with need. His suppressants virtually did nothing for him anymore aside from giving him close to an hour of relief.
And he could feel that if he didn't knot someone soon and properly let his rut play out, he was going to kill someone. He'd already destroyed most of his apartment.
"I'm so fucked."
"Hey, Dick. Any word on Jason?" Y/N asked, leaning his elbows on the counter as he tried to resist biting his nails while holding the phone to his ear.
He'd become more of a nervous wreck the longer he didn't hear from Jason. He figured everything would be fine, thinking that Jason was just on a mission and couldn't respond, but when Bruce reached out to him to see if he knew where his adoptive son had been, the Omega's anxiety skyrocketed.
"No, sorry. We haven't heard anything from him. We checked his safehouse and his apartment and didn't find anything but we haven't stopped looking. How are you doing?"
Y/N ignored the feeling that Dick was holding back something, not telling him the entire truth. But, he was too worried to care.
"Yeah, I'm doing okay. Just a little stressed," the Omega replied.
"You're not the only one. We're all worried about him. This isn't the first time he's gone missing, and the fact that no one has seen him or heard anything from him is making us all anxious," Dick explained.
"I understand. If you guys need any help, just let me know," Y/N told him.
"Thanks, Y/N. We'll call if we need you. Just stay safe and relax, alright? Don't worry, I'm sure he'll turn up. He always does."
"Okay. Bye, Dick."
Y/N hung up the phone after hearing Dick say his goodbyes as well before starting to pace back and forth in his apartment. It'd been a week since the Omega last saw Jason.
Normally, he'd be completely fine, knowing Jason was probably doing some vigilante business and didn't want him getting involved. But, this was different.
The way Jason left his apartment, looking like he was sick or coming down with something, the fact that he hadn't heard from him, or anyone in his family for that matter, and the fact that Dick didn't seem like he was telling him the entire truth had the Omega in a near panic.
"Jason, I swear the next time I fucking see you," the Omega cursed.
"You'll do what, sweetheart?"
"Augh!"
Y/N screamed, jumping back and tripping over the corner of the couch, falling onto his back with his feet landing on the cushions in a very sitcom-like manner. The sudden voice nearly gave him a heart attack, and his brain was short-circuiting, unable to think straight.
When he looked up, he saw Jason standing in his balcony doorway, his frame taking up the entire space, and a smirk on his face. A smirk that he had very much missed seeing, but for right now, the mushy feeling stuff was going to have to wait as he had about a week's worth of anxiety, worries, and fury to unleash on him.
"Miss me?"
"You asshole! What the hell?!" Y/N yelled, grabbing the closest thing to him, a pillow, and throwing it at him before grabbing his shoe and running over to beat him with it, "Where the hell have you been?! I haven't heard from you in a week and no one in your family has either, and you show up here asking if I miss you?! You fucking wish!"
"Whoa, okay. Calm down," Jason chuckled, stepping forward and grabbing the Omega's wrist.
"Don't tell me to calm down, you idiot," Y/N hissed, trying and failing to remove his arm from the Alpha's grasp, his grip like iron. He forgot how much he missed Jason's strong grip.
Get those dirty thoughts out of your head.
Y/N continued to beat him with his sandal until he heard a faint growl and felt himself being tackled roughly back onto the couch, the air leaving his lungs.
"Ahh," Y/N breathed, his eyes squeezing shut from the impact.
"Enough, Y/N," Jason growled, his tone low and husky, sending a shiver through the Omega's body. His larger body and hands effectively had him pinned down, the smell of his pheromones and his natural scent filling his nose.
"Uh, uh, mister! You don't get to be bossy Alpha after you've had me and everyone else worried sick for almost a week, you hear me? I oughta-"
Y/N was cut off as the Alpha leaned forward, his nose nuzzling against the skin of his neck and breathing deeply, inhaling his scent. The sudden closeness had the Omega's mind reeling, his hands instinctively gripping the Alpha's muscular arms.
"Uh- I... I oughtaâ Whoa, um...what are you doing?" Y/N stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest.
"God, you smell amazing," Jason purred, his voice a low rumble.
"Excuse me?"
"Your scent, it's amazing," Jason said, his teeth grazing the skin of the Omega's throat, his tongue licking a stripe across the pulse point.
Y/N let out a surprise gasp, his hands gripping the vigilante's biceps as the Alpha licked and kissed at his neck, breathing his scent in. While he was very shocked by this behavior and was still worried about him, he couldn't deny the extreme arousal he was feeling.
Jason was a big guy, not just height-wise but in terms of muscle mass and body size. So, the fact that he had him pressed underneath him on his couch, his large hands roaming his body, his mouth and nose kissing and sniffing at his neck was causing him a little issue with his underwear and the slick slowly starting to coat it.
"J-Jason, what are you doing?" Y/N breathed.
"I wanna fuck you," Jason said bluntly, pulling his head away from the Omega's neck and looking down at him, a feral look in his eyes.
"What?"
"I wanna fuck you, breed you. Need you," Jason growled, his hips grinding down onto the smaller males, the friction and the pressure of the Alpha's cock rubbing against his own Omega genitals pulling another gasp from him.
Then, a scent caught his nose. Jason's scent...
Y/N could smell the pheromones radiating off the Alpha, the scent of wood burning in a fire, leather, and hints of cinnamon filling his nose. He didn't even realize his hands were now pressed against the broad chest of the Alpha until he felt the toned muscles underneath his shirt.
"You're in your rut, aren't you?" Y/N realized.
Jason didn't make a sound, but if the way his head moved up and down as he ground himself into the Omega while still attacking his neck and scent glands, that was confirmation enough. He ran down Y/N's body, moving to grip his waist so he could force him to move back against him.
"Fuck, why didn't you tell me?"
"Didn't wanna hurt you," Jason grunted, his nose pressing into the crook of the Omega's neck and breathing deeply, his hands moving lower and gripping his thighs.
"Oh, Jason," Y/N gasped, the name slipping out as he felt the Alpha's large, rough hands move underneath his shirt, caressing his stomach and sides, "Come on, we gotta get you something to help you calm down."
"Can't wait. Need you now," Jason groaned, his hips thrusting faster.
"Jason, you can't. Not down here. Someone could see through the balcony door," Y/N argued, though the protest was weak as the Omega was losing the fight against his own arousal.
That was apparently enough to get the Alpha to see reason as he paused his movements over the Omega, but only for a moment.
"Fine, have it your way," Jason grumbled, standing up from the couch, grabbing the Omega, lifting him into his arms, and throwing him over his shoulder, his hand slapping his ass, the sting shooting straight to his core, "Let's go."
"H-Hey! Jason! Would you hold on for a second, you damn brute," Y/N cried, his arms and legs flailing.
Jason didn't listen, walking towards Y/N's bedroom instead of the bathroom where Y/N intended for them to go, not paying attention to the Omega's squirming and his hand slapping his ass again, pulling a yelp from the Omega.
It wasn't a long walk until Jason reached the Omega's bedroom and threw him on the bed, the smaller male bouncing as he landed, almost untying itself from the force.
"Shit, Jay," Y/N huffed, the air getting knocked out of him.
"Take your clothes off," Jason ordered, his voice deep and gruff.
"I'm sorry, what?" Y/N asked, not expecting that order.
"Take. Your. Clothes. Off," Jason repeated, his hands working on removing his jacket and his shirt.
Y/N could feel the small gush of slickness that came out of him as the Alpha removed his clothes, revealing his incredibly toned and muscular body, his abs rippling as his arms lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere in the room. Y/N could see the sizable print of the Alpha's dick bulging in his pants, making him gulp.
"Jason, can we pause for like two seconds and talk about this," Y/N started, his eyes wide and staring at the man's naked torso, "We can't just-"
"Y/N, take your clothes off, or I'll do it myself," Jason growled, his eyes staring intensely at the Omega, the feral look and the slight glow of his green irises made the Omega shudder.
"You wouldn't dare," Y/N challenged.
"Try me."
Before Y/N could argue or say anything, the Alpha was on top of him, his fingers gripping his shirt and tearing the fabric, a rip echoing through the room. While Y/N was still shocked by the surprise move, he grabbed the ripped shirt and used it to tie the Omega's hands together, keeping him from pushing him away.
"Jason, what the absolute fuck?" Y/N asked, trying and failing to break free of the Alpha's restraints, his wrists and forearms tied tightly together, the shirt acting as a makeshift rope.
Any other person and Y/N would've been able to break out of that makeshift bondage before they could even blink. Jason on the other hand was trained by Batman. He'd doubt if he could get out of this shit by the time the sun came up.
"What? It's not like you're not gonna throw it out anyway," Jason answered, not stopping his movement as he removed the rest of the Omega's clothes, ripping his pants off and leaving him in just his underwear.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that, you bastard?" Y/N spat, not liking the feeling of him not being in control in this situation.
"So I've been told. Now, are you gonna be good and do what I tell you, or are you gonna fight me the whole time?" Jason asked, leaning over the Omega.
"You've got a lotta nerve coming in here and bossing me around, you little shit, especially after you ghosted and ignored me all this week," Y/N spat, glaring up at the Alpha.
"Yeah, I'll apologize for that later," Jason said, leaning his face down and burying his nose into the crook of the Omega's neck.
"You bet your ass you will. And, stop smelling me," Y/N protested, trying to pull his neck away.
"Shut up, I'm trying to focus," Jason grunted, his teeth biting the skin of the Omega's throat.
"Not until you explain what the hell is going on with you," Y/N responded his neck closing, preventing the Alpha from more access to his skin.
Jason's lips curled up into a snarl, the green in his eyes flashing before his tongue darted out, licking a stripe across the Omega's closed neck, the action pulling a gasp from him.
"Dammit, Y/N, just shut the fuck up and let me think," Jason growled, his hand running along the side of the Omega's body, his nails grazing the skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"Think?! Think about what, you big oaf? How you came in here after disappearing on me for a week and expecting me to just let you fuck me because you're in your rut? Or, how you're gonna get yourself arrested when someone hears the neighbors getting dicked down?" Y/N replied, trying and failing to ignore the shivers that were going down his spine.
"Would you stop worrying about stupid shit and focus on me," Jason demanded, his hand gripping the Omega's jaw, turning his head and forcing him to look at him, his eyes shining in the dim light of the room, "I've gone through a week of pure fucking hell, and I'm not about to have you ruin the one relief I have right now."
"Relief?! You're lucky you were smart enough to restrain me because if you didn't, I'd be tearing your ass a new one right now," Y/N sneered, his anger rising.
"Good luck with that," Jason chuckled, his knee rubbing the inside of the Omega's thigh.
"Don't touch me, you jerk," Y/N said, trying to close his legs.
"Don't fight me, Y/N," Jason growled, his nails digging into the skin of the smaller male's jaw, his teeth clenching, "I've been locked in my apartment for almost a week, jerking my dick and using a pocket pussy, and none of it's been satisfying. If you keep fighting me, I'm not gonna be so nice."
"You've been masturbating for a week and nothing is helping?" Y/N questioned, his eyes wide.
"It's not enough," Jason answered, his nose nuzzling the crook of the Omega's neck, his teeth grazing the skin, his hot breath hitting his pulse point, "Nothing is enough."
Y/N took a moment to pause, assessing everything around him and giving his anger and attitude a few seconds to simmer down before this got more out of control than it needed to. Jason never acted this aggressively towards him, and at first, he thought it was because he was rutting. But, thinking of some of his other friends who were Alphas, he never remembered them going this far, acting like a completely different person who didn't care about the other person's wishes. And he knew that was far from the Alpha in front of him and his regular behavior.
As far as he could ever think, Jason would never do anything to hurt Y/N or push him into something he didn't want to do. He could be a bit protective at times, not wanting the Omega to get hurt or come into contact with any danger. And, he could also be a bit of a flirt when he was comfortable, constantly teasing him and saying suggestive comments. But, the fact that he was currently holding him down and threatening him, even being in his rut was concerning.
"Jason, when was the last time you had a rut?"
"Almost a month ago," Jason murmured, nuzzling his face against the jaw and neck, making his way down to his chest while his hand softly caressed his body.
"And did you have someone to help you through it?" Y/N asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"No," Jason replied.
"Why not? Didn't you have anyone else who could help you through it?" Y/N probed further.
"Didn't want to risk it with anyone. So, I dealt with it on my own," Jason explained, his teeth biting and sucking the skin of the Omega's collarbone, leaving small hickeys.
"And how long have you been dealing with it on your own?"
There was a moment of silence as Y/N felt the kisses and bites to his skin pause for a second. Then, he heard a soft grunt, and the kisses and bites continued.
"How long, Jason?" Y/N pressed.
"A while."
"Be more specific."
"I don't fucking know, alright? Almost 3 years, maybe more," Jason snapped, his nails suddenly digging into the flesh of the Omega's sides, pulling him against the Alpha.
"Jason! Three years?! Do you know how dangerous that is?" Y/N cried, looking at the Alpha with wide eyes.
"Of course I do, idiot. But, it's not like there are many options for an Alpha vigilante who's supposed to be dead," Jason grumbled, his tone laced with a hint of sadness.
"Then, why didn't you ask Bruce for help? Couldn't he have gotten one of his doctor friends to prescribe you some Feromexin or Feromine-X to help with the ruts?" Y/N argued, not understanding the Alpha's decision.
Jason raised an eyebrow at the Omega's question, feeling a spike of anger at the implication of his words.
"How do you know about the suppressants for Alphas? You been fucking another Alpha or something, sweetheart?" Jason growled, the slight tint of green in his eyes seemingly flaring up.
"No, dumbass. I have friends and family who are Alphas, and I did some research on the internet," Y/N answered, not liking the tone the Alpha was using.
"Why were you doing research, huh?" Jason hummed, his grip on the Omega's waist loosening, his hands moving to grab the Omega's ass, his fingers kneading the cheeks, a moan escaping the Omega's mouth, "Did you find something you liked, baby?"
"Jason, for the love of God, focus damnit! Answer my question," Y/N almost snapped, which was very unlike him.
"Oh, my fucking god. I don't know, okay! They don't work for me anymore," Jason yelled, his voice rising.
"What do you mean they don't work for you anymore? What did you take?"
"Feromine-X. And, I mean, they've just stopped working. After I was resurrected, I guess, my ruts have just gotten stronger, and the suppressants don't do shit for me," Jason explained, his voice becoming more agitated.
"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you go to Bruce for help? Or Dick, or Alfred, or anyone?"
"Because I don't want their damn pity, okay. It's bad enough I'm the 'dead Robin', but now I can't even handle my ruts like a normal Alpha and have to depend on everyone else for help. I don't want others having to take care of me, and I especially don't need it," Jason growled, his hands gripping the Omega's thighs, his nails digging into the skin, his teeth clenching as his anger rose.
"But, I like taking care of you," Y/N murmured.
Jason's gaze immediately softened, his eyes staring at the Omega's, his lips falling open.
"What?"
"I like taking care of you. Whenever you'd come to me, needing stitches or painkillers, or when you'd just show up and we'd hang out, I didn't mind. I always wanted to help. I like spending time with you, and I wanted to make sure you're okay and safe. You could've come to me for help if this was really affecting you so badly," Y/N answered.
"Y/N, I can't ask you to do that. This isn't your responsibility," Jason said, his grip on the Omega's wrists and his thighs loosening.
"Um, considering the way you kind of barged in here, basically abducted me to my room and how I'm sitting here tied up by the tattered remains of my own shirt, I'd kinda say you basically almost made it my responsibility so...I mean, I'm just saying," Y/N said.
Jason stared at him for a moment before chuckling, his shoulders shaking.
"Why do you always have to go and make me feel like an idiot?" Jason laughed, his hands gently rubbing the Omega's thighs.
"Because it's what I do best," Y/N teased, a small smile coming to his lips.
"God, I missed you," Jason said, his arms wrapping around the Omega and his face burying itself in the crook of his neck.
"Missed you too, pasty," Y/N cooed, his hands rubbing the Alpha's back.
"Why you gotta bring my skin color into this again," Jason grumbled, his fingers pinching at the Omega's side in retaliation.
"Hey, don't take it out on my melanin, white boy," Y/N giggled, squirming underneath him.
"You're such a brat," Jason growled, his teeth nipping at the Omega's throat.
"And you're a big jerk."
"I'll give you a big jerk," Jason muttered, his hips grinding against the Omega's, his cock pressing against the Omega's clothed and wet privates, "So, you still willing to help me through my rut?"
"Hmm, well, you're not exactly my type of white boy," Y/N joked, pretending to scan the Alpha up and down.
Jason gave him a warning growl, his teeth giving a harsh bite to the Omega's shoulder.
"Fuck, okay, yes, I'll help," Y/N whimpered, feeling his slick still wetting his underwear and now his sheets under him.
"That's what I thought," Jason smirked, his hands gripping the Omega's waist and bringing him into his grasp, his face diving back into the crook of his neck.
"Ah! On one condition, though," Y/N conceded.
Jason paused with an agitated huff, his aggressiveness returning slowly as he felt himself finally getting closer to getting what his body was craving, "Name it."
"You tell me when you're in trouble, and you don't keep things from me. You keep me in the loop and let me take care of you when needed," Y/N told him, his eyes serious.
"Fine. But, that goes both ways. You're not allowed to hide things from me, and you can't keep shit from me. Understand, brat?" Jason negotiated.
"Yes, massa," Y/N teased, leaning up and nuzzling the Alpha's cheek, a purr rumbling in his throat.
"Smartass. Now, can we please fuck?" Jason asked, his patience growing thin.
"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Just remember, be gentle, okay," Y/N chuckled.
"Hah, after calling me white boy and massa? No, no. You deserve whatever you're gonna get," Jason grinned, his hands slipping between the Omega's thighs, spreading them, and rubbing the soaked spot of his underwear.
"Ah fuck. Well, can you at least untie me?" Y/N moaned, his head falling back onto the bed, his legs twitching.
"Nah, I kind of like having you helpless and unable to fight back," Jason smirked, his teeth biting the hem of the Omega's underwear and ripping it off him, leaving him bare.
"Asshole."
"But, you still love me," Jason cooed, his hand caressing the Omega's body.
"Maybe a little," Y/N admitted, his heart rate speeding up.
"Good. Now, shut up and don't move," Jason ordered.
Jason pressed his face between the Omega's legs, getting a full whiff of the natural scent that came off him, a deep, sweet but light musky scent. His tongue darted out, licking a stripe along the folds of the Omega's opening, the taste of his slick on his tongue making him groan.
Y/N moaned and tensed up, his hands moving up to grip the pillow behind him. He'd had sex plenty of times, but this was different. The number of times Y/N had woken up from a wet dream that detailed this kind of moment between him and the vigilante was countless, and the fact that it was now becoming a reality was adding to the euphoric feelings starting to overwhelm his mind and body
Jason's tongue circled around the Omega's entrance, teasing him. He felt a wave of possessiveness come over him as his hands grabbed beneath the bend of the smaller man's knees to push his legs up, further exposing his shiny. slick-covered hole to him.
Pressing his nose against the entrance again, he took a small whiff before attaching his lips to the wet organ and pushing his tongue inside. Both men released filthy noises as Jason all but devoured the smaller man in front of him, inside and out.
"Jason, fuck!" Y/N cursed, his hands flying down and his fingers tangling in the Alpha's hair.
Jason growled, his hand reaching up and grabbing the smaller man's wrists from his hair, pinning them down against his stomach. He pulled away to look at the Omega through the gap between his spread thighs.
"I told you to stay still," Jason growled.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll be good, promise," Y/N whimpered, his chest heaving.
"You better," Jason warned, his grip tightening around the Omega's wrist before releasing and returning to his task, "Keep these here."
Jason's tongue plunged back into the Omega's core, his mouth sucking and slurping at the slick and its addictive taste. He continued eating out the sensitive and twitching hole, his tongue grazing across the hot walls and his pleasure crux.
He moved his hand up to where he was lapping at the hole, slick dripping from his chin as he prodded a finger around the entrance before slowly pushing the digit inside. Y/N squirmed at the tickling sensation while doing his best to remain still, even though another side of him desperately wanted to misbehave and poke at the Alpha's patience.
Jason pushed his finger inside, the wet muscle coating his finger and making it easy for him to press his middle finger inside. His tongue licked around his finger as he roughly pumped it in and out, barely giving any time for him to adjust before adding a second finger.
"Jason, oh, shit. Wait, wait, slow down," Y/N panted, his head tossing and turning, his fingers pulling at his own hair.
Jason ignored his pleas, his fingers stretching and curling inside the Omega, scissoring and opening him up. Y/N's whimpers and cries were going straight to his dick, the sound music to his ears.
"Shit, ah fuck! Jason, you're going too fast."
Y/N cried out as he felt a third finger enter him, the stretch burning slightly. Jason continued his movements, moving his mouth away completely as he opted to watch the Omega squirm on his fingers with a prideful look.
"Stop looking at me like that," Y/N whined, his face blushing red as he unconsciously tried to close his legs which did not go unnoticed by the vigilante. He didn't take kindly to the Omega giving him orders, curling his fingers inside and delivering some harsh movements that managed to hit his pleasure spot, causing him to cry out.
"I'll look at you any way I want to," Jason said, his eyes roaming the Omega's body before he suddenly paused his movements.
Y/N looked up in confusion before gasping at the suddenly empty feeling, Jason removing his fingers before grabbing at his still-tied wrists. He looked up to the Alpha who was staring down at him with an intense look that had him nervously fidgeting on the bed.
"Wanna keep acting like a brat, fine. I'll treat you like one then," Jason declared.
The vigilante untied the tattered shirts from around Y/N's arms, giving him only a split second of freedom before he flipped him over roughly, placing a harsh slap on his bottom that had him crying out. He grabbed the smaller male's arms again, this time folding them behind his back and tying the shirt around them in a tight hold while the Omega softly whimpered against the sheets from the rough manhandling.
He could feel his hole still dripping as he listened to the sounds of zippers and clothes rustling, his anticipation and anxiety rising.
"Jason, what are youâ"
"Quiet," Jason ordered, his voice low.
"But-"
"I said, quiet dammit," Jason repeated, his hand landing another slap on his ass, the sting shooting straight through his spine.
Y/N gasped at the sting, doing his best to hold back the tears starting to pool in his eyes before he felt the Alpha grabbing him and pulling him off the bed, placing him on his knees on the floor in front of him.
Jason stood before him in his full naked glory, the sight causing his mouth to water. He wasn't a stranger to seeing the Alpha's body, considering he'd spent a considerable amount of time patching up his various wounds multiple nights in a row. But, this was the first time he'd been able to see his whole body. And, was it a sight to behold.
Jason was a big man, and his dick was no exception.
The enlarged organ definitely looked like it could do some damage, with a considerable length and a girth that had his insides fluttering in anticipation or fear. Possibly both. Actually, very likely it was both.
It was a wonder how the Alpha was able to hide that thing, especially underneath his skin-tight vigilante suit, or how anyone could handle having him inside. He knew Alphas' cocks tended to grow in size during ruts, but this was something else.
"Oh fuckâ" Y/N muttered, his arousal spiking which the rutting Alpha picked up on if the jump in his throbbing dick was any indication.
"Open your mouth," Jason ordered, his hands running through the Omega's hair.
"Fuck, Jason. I don't thinkâ"
"Did I ask what you think or did I tell you to open your mouth?" Jason gripped the Omega's hair that was now uncovered from the durag slipping off while Jason fingered him.
He pulled the Omega's head back, before grabbing his penis with his other hand, tapping it against the Omega's mouth, smearing the leaking pre-cum over his lips.
"I said, open up," Jason said, the tone in his voice signaling this was the Omega's last chance before the Alpha did it for him.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, looking up at the Alpha. He prayed that his past few experiences would be able to match up to this, but he didn't have much time to prepare himself before Jason took it upon himself to force the Omega's mouth open, giving the cockhead the opening it needed to enter the wet cavern.
"Fucking little brat, clearly we need to work on your ability to listen to orders," Jason grunted, his hips jerking forward and his dick pushing deeper into the Omega's mouth.
Y/N let out a muffled cry, his hands twitching and his fingers gripping his forearm, trying his hardest to ignore the tears that were now freely streaming down his face. Jason gave a few experimental thrusts while his hands held the Omega's head still, the tip of his penis already pressing against the back of his throat.
The Omega could feel how much his lips were stretched from just the little few inches he had inside. It was almost a wonder how his jaw wasn't aching. But, that wasn't a luxury he had as the Alpha started to pick up the pace, the force of his thrusts pushing more of his cock down the Omega's throat.
Y/N's eyes widened, his vision blurring from the tears, and his eyes rolling back into his skull, his mind focusing only on the thick cock currently fucking his throat and the lack of air entering his lungs. He could feel the pressure and pain in his jaw increasing, his mouth being used like a fleshlight for the Alpha's pleasure.
Jason's animalistic grunts along with Y/N's choking and gagging noise filled up the room as the vigilante had his way with the smaller man. Y/N's instincts were to try and push back against the muscular hips thrusting into his mouth, but, once again the Alpha was a few steps ahead of him as his arms struggled in their binds behind his back, leaving him no other choice but to sit there and receive the aggressive and brutal treatment.
Jason was losing himself in the pleasure, the Omega's tight and wet mouth and throat feeling heavenly around his cock. He'd been dreaming about this for so long, and he wasn't going to hold back.
After a week of hell alone in his room with his hand and cheap fleshlights, he was finally getting the relief he needed. Now, all that was left was for him to get his knot inside the Omega and truly relieve his pain.
The Alpha looked over into the large mirror the Omega kept in his room, watching the bound smaller man sitting on his knees for his body, helpless against the Alpha's stronghold and cock. His Alpha pride was skyrocketing through the roof.
After just a few more minutes, he removed his dick from the Omega's mouth, the puffy, swollen red state of his lips leaving a satisfied and smug smirk on the Alpha. He leaned down and grabbed the Omega under his shoulder before throwing and slamming him down on the bed, forcing his legs apart again.
Y/N let out a choked gasp as the wind was knocked out of him. His face was a mess, with tear tracks running down his face, his jaw aching from the rough mouth-fucking he just received.
He heard the Alpha rummaging through the bedside table, his hands blindly searching the contents before finding the packet he was looking for, before suddenly giving an accusing look.
"Why do you have a knot condom?" Jason asked, his voice gruff.
Y/N recognized the possessive and slightly angry look that was common in all Alphas, cursing on the inside of his head. He'd forgotten that was in his nightstand.
"Um...that's, uh, a funny story," Y/N chuckled nervously, his heart rate speeding up.
"You fucked another Alpha during his rut?" Jason growled.
"Yes, but it was with one of my past flings," Y/N admitted with a nervous tone, "We were never serious, but he asked me to help and I agreed."
It was silent for a moment as the vigilante stared him down, his gaze dark and dangerous, his eyes narrowed on the Omega. Y/N's mind raced, hoping the Alpha wouldn't get too angry, knowing how much their ruts could drive up their territorial attitudes.
"How many times?"
"Huh?" Y/N replied, confused.
"How many times did you let him knot you," Jason repeated his grip on the condom's package tightening.
"I don't know. It was a rut! How am I supposed to remember how many times we did it," Y/N responded, his own irritation starting to grow.
"Were they his condoms or did you buy them?" Jason questioned, his eyes narrowing.
"His. I made him buy extra in case we ran out."
Jason was silent for another moment, taking another look at the open drawer before turning back to Y/N with a daunting expression.
"This is the only one left, so it looks like you went at it a few times. Guess that means I've got a lot of work cut out for me," Jason tore the package open and slipped the latex rubber over his penis, "And since it's the last one and only one you have, well, I hope you're suppressants have the added birth control," He said before getting on the bed and pulling the Omega towards him by his legs.
"Jason, you better be fucking joking. You didn't bring any extra condoms?" Y/N demanded, his eyes widening.
"Most don't fit me anymore since my dick grew a little more, let's hope this one is up for the job," Jason smirked while positioning himself at the Omega's entrance.
"Jason Peter Todd, I fucking swear if you knock me upâ"
"Ah, quit your whining," Jason interrupted, pushing the head of his dick against the Omega's fluttering hole, the slick already coating the covered organ, "It's not like we don't have other options. Accidents happen all the time."
"Screw you, asshole," Y/N groaned, his teeth clenched.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm gonna do so much more than that," Jason grinned, his hands gripping the Omega's waist and his hips shoving forward.
Y/N cried out, his arms straining and his legs tensing as his body flailed underneath the Alpha's massive frame from the intense stretching he felt as his hole and walls tried to adjust and push out the intruding cock. His body arched into Jason's chest as the Alpha's dark head of hair nudged its way into the Omega's neck, his lips kissing at the juncture between his shoulder and neck.
Jason wasn't that quiet or still either, his body shaking and his breath stuttering from the euphoric feeling of the Omega's hot, tight walls wrapped around his cock. Even through the rubber, the wet heat around him had him desperately wanting to rip the condom off so he could feel the full flesh surrounding him.
"Shit, you're so fucking tight. Gonna ruin you for anyone else," Jason growled, his hips slowly pushing more into the Omega's while biting and sucking the sensitive skin.
"Ah, ah, J-Jason, wait," Y/N gasped, his head tossed back, his chest heaving, his body squirming from the uncomfortable and painful stretch.
"Fuck, just shut up," Jason grumbled, his hands wrapping around the Omega's neck and gripping his hair while moving to press his lips against Y/N's in a rough kiss.
He pushed himself more into the Omega, the latex-covered tip of his cock grazing past the Y/N's prostate as he whimpered and cried into the kiss, his feet pressing into the bed as the intense feeling of his body stretching around the Alpha started to overwhelm him.
Whoever once tried to say the big and massive guys had small penises clearly had not met Jason before, or just didn't understand body proportions and anatomy. Either way, the throbbing and large organ currently trying to park itself inside the Omega was a strong testament to how wrong they were.
There was no possible way Y/N was going to be able to walk properly on his own legs after this. Jason was going to have to carry him for the next few days, which judging by earlier, he probably wouldn't have any issues with it.
"Oh god, fuck. You're so big, I can't," Y/N whined, his back arching as his arms and hands struggled against the binds.
"So I've been told," Jason whispered, his lips kissing the side of the Omega's head, "Am I bigger than him? Better?"
"Fuck yes," Y/N moaned, his eyes squeezing shut.
Jason held a cocky grin at this, feeling himself getting closer to bottoming out inside the Omega, "Good, 'cause you're not letting him or anyone else near you again. This belongs to me," He growled, flexing his dick inside the Omega pulling another whine from the smaller male.
"Ah, ah, no. Please, please," Y/N pleaded, his toes curling.
"Say it," Jason growled in his ear, jerking the hold he still had around his neck and in his hair.
"Belongs to you. No one else's, only you." Y/N babbled, his body twitching.
"Good boy," Jason cooed, his lips attaching themselves to the Omega's neck and sucking a hickey.
When Jason fully bottomed out, he paused his movements, his forehead resting against the Omega's shoulder. He took a deep breath, the scent of the Omega's sweat and natural pheromones overwhelming him.
Both had a light sheen of sweat over their bodies, Jason's from his spiking body temperatures and Y/N from the Alpha's body over him and the slight physical exertion he was going through. The Alpha's breathing was harsh, and his grip on the Omega tightened as he tried to keep himself in control.
Before long, Jason was pulling himself out, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting back in, earning a cry from the Omega beneath him.
"No, stop! Just, ah, give me a second," Y/N begged, his eyes shut tightly, his nails scratching and digging into the palms of his hands.
"Shut up," Jason growled, his nose nuzzling the crook of the Omega's neck.
The Alpha continued his movements, only increasing his pace and intensity, his hands squeezing around the Omega's neck as his hips snapped into him. Jason's grunts and Y/N's moans and cries filled the room, along with the sound of skin slapping against each other and the rattling of Y/N's bed frame.
Jason stared into Y/N's eyes with an intense focus as he pounded into him, the sight of the Omega's tear-stained face and pouty red lips increasing his drive even more. They hadn't been fucking more than five minutes, yet Y/N looked like his soul was ready to depart his body.
Jason knew his size and stamina could be a lot to take in, and the fact that Y/N was already a mess had him feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. His eyes broke their hold with Y/N's raking down the rest of the Omega's body.
The Omega's smaller pecs were moving up and down with his body as Jason pressed more into him. He could tell the Omega was getting antsy by not being able to move his arms while being fucked within an inch of his life, adding even more to the Alpha's dominant ego.
A few minutes passed as Jason continuously rutted into the Omega, his fingers pressing into the Omega's neck more, slowly taking away his breath, which put the Alpha on a power high. After another few seconds, he paused his movements, taking a moment to catch his breath and release his hold so that the Omega could also have the chance to breathe in new air while pulling himself out.
"Turn your ass over," Jason instructed with a pat to the Omega's thigh.
"Geez, can you give me a sec," Y/N wheezed, his head tossing from side to side.
"Nope." Jason grabbed him by his waist and flipped him onto his stomach, forcing him on his hands and knees to present himself before the Alpha.
"Asswipe," Y/N mumbled into the sheets.
The Omega yelped when he received another slap on his sore ass, loud and sharp, the sting and burn shooting through his entire body.
"What was that?" Jason asked.
"Nothing," Y/N muttered, his voice low.
"That's what I thought," Jason said, his finger brushing down the curve of the Omega's spine, before positioning himself at the Omega's hole and showing himself back inside.
Y/N's face fell onto the bed with a scream at the force, the strength leaving his body as he moaned sheets as Jason pounded him from behind. His hole was spasming around the Alpha's cock, preparing itself for the inevitable knot that was going to enter into him soon.
Jason grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them so he could better see his cock entering in and out of the Omega's wet and stretched hole. The sight of it gives him another ego boost, slapping the Omega's ass to signal his satisfaction while continuing to plow his insides.
Y/N continued crying and moaning into the bed, which Jason didn't quite appreciate. His mind was suddenly filled with the image of another random Alpha making his Omega scream and cry on their dick and knot in this very room for the neighbors and anyone else nearby to listen.
With that thought in mind, he leaned down to grab the Omega's hair, pulling him off the bed and against his body while keeping his thrusting in a steady rhythm. His other hands rubbed down the Omega's sweaty body before reaching down to stimulate him from the front, adding to his pleasure and increased cries.
"No hiding those sweet sounds from me, baby. In fact, you better scream louder so the whole damn neighborhood knows who you belong to," Jason growled, his hand tightening its hold on the Omega's hair.
Damn Alphas and their possessive ass attitudes. Y/N didn't even want to imagine the looks he was going to get from his neighbors if any of them could hear the two. The walls weren't that thick.
"You're gonna be my good little cum dump, aren't you," Jason grunted, his hand rubbing against the Omega's front while his hips slammed against his ass, "Gonna take my knot and everything else I got."
"Yes, Jason... oh fuck," Y/N gasped, his head thrown back.
They'd fucked like rabbits in that position for some time, Jason's stamina being no joke. But, as his knot started to grow, he was forced to flip the Omega back over onto his back, his thrusts becoming shorter and sharper.
Y/N had begun to squirm once again under the large Alpha, feeling the dick inside him start to swell even more. He could only hope it wouldn't actually tear him in half as so many other people liked to play around and say.
Careful what you wish for folks.
"Jason, oh fuck, for the love ofâ please, slow down," Y/N begged, his head tossing and turning, his bound arms straining.
"Can't, too close," Jason groaned, his thrusts picking up speed.
"I can't, fuck, please!" Y/N cried.
"Quiet," Jason's hand smacked against the Omega's mouth, muffling his voice, "Stop squirming. Stay the fuck still," He growled.
Y/N whined underneath the Alpha's palm, his body still twisting and struggling. Jason's body was covered in sweat as he pistoned in and out of the Omega rapidly, slowly losing his rhythm as he could feel his knot forming.
"You're gonna be all mine from now on, brat. Hope you were really serious about earlier, 'cause you're only gonna be taking care of me from now on," Jason declared, his teeth biting and nipping at the Omega's earlobe.
The harder Jason's thrusts became, the closer both he and the Omega began to near their release. The Alpha's hand once again found its way around the Omega's neck as he continued to muffle his noises while now taking his breath away.
"Take it, dammit," Jason grunted, his hand pushing the Omega's body further down into the bed.
Y/N's body shook and trembled, his legs shaking and his toes curled. A few seconds later, he was letting out a muffled scream as his body shook with release, slick mixed with his cum squirting from his body and around the Alpha's cock that was now just rutting into him as his knot was about to pop.
"Yeah, there you go," Jason groaned, his own hips stuttering as the Omega's orgasm brought him over the edge, "Shit, here it comes, baby. Take it, fuck, take it all," He growled, his hips slamming all the way in him.
Jason's body stilled, his knot fully expanded and his dick released a massive load of cum, filling the condom inside the Omega's body. His arms wrapped around the smaller male's waist, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm.
Y/N whimpered, his body shaking and twitching from the sensation of the knot filling him, his body feeling utterly exhausted but also saturated from the hard fuck he'd just received.
Jason held him still, his chest heaving and his forehead resting on the Omega's shoulder. Their bodies were a mess, their skin glistening in sweat, their limbs tangled, and their heavy breathing the only sounds heard in the room.
The vigilante felt slight exhaustion, but also an overwhelming amount of relief. The pain of his rut subsided after finally getting to knot an Omega.
Not just any Omega though, the Omega of his dreams.
It was crazy that after one crazy and rough fuck, your feelings could become so obvious. Jason was in love with Y/N and had been for a while. Just needed a little push to realize that.
Of course, this could also be the high amount of endorphins running through his body but let's go with the first one since it's more romantic.
The Alpha rolled the two of them onto their sides, careful not to cause any pain or discomfort, their bodies still tied together.
"How are you feeling?" Jason asked, his tone much softer and calmer compared to his previous demeanor.
"Sore," Y/N said, his voice hoarse.
"Sorry, guess I got a little carried away," Jason smiled sheepishly, his hand rubbing the Omega's cheek.
"Maybe just a tad bit," Y/N teased
"Shut up. Don't act like you didn't like it," Jason chuckled.
"Mmm, I never said I didn't like it," Y/N smirked, his eyes looking down to the swollen knot still firmly plugged inside him.
"Brat," Jason scoffed, his hand swiping at the Omega's side.
"Asshole," Y/N replied.
The two sat in silence, taking the moment to breathe and collect their thoughts, Jason's hands the smaller male's body.
"Jason," Y/N called, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
"Hmm?" The Alpha hummed.
"I think the condom broke," Y/N informed, his eyes glancing toward the Alpha.
Jason's eyes widened, his hand moving down to the base of his penis where the knot was starting to shrink. The latex did not seem to have held up against the pressure of his knot, as he could see some unsettling stretches and tears at the base of the rubber around his dick.
"Fuck," Jason cursed.
"Yeah...welp, no better time to test the effectiveness of Omega birth control than now," Y/N commented.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry, I should'veâ"
"Hey, hey, calm down. It's okay. We're not exactly virgins here. I've had a few flings and I'm sure you have too. Accidents happen," Y/N reassured, paraphrasing Jason's words from earlier
"I guess," Jason muttered, still feeling slightly guilty.
"Jay, stop worrying. Like you said, there are other options. And besides, we've got more pressing things to be worried about," Y/N stated.
Jason gave the Omega a curious look, "Like what?"
"Like me having to draft a formal response to the black collective of how I let myself be colonized by a white man," Y/N deadpanned.
"Fuck off," Jason rolled his eyes.
"Are you, a white man, trying to silence a black voice? During Black History Month? I thought black lives mattered."
Jason gave the Omega an unimpressed look, "Y/N, it's April."
"Oh, so black history is only contained to one month?"
"You know, I really can't stand you sometimes," Jason said.
"But, you still love me," Y/N responded, once again mocking the Alpha's words.
Jason felt a smile coming over his face, leaning down to place a kiss against the smaller male's lips, "That I do."
Y/N smiled, not realizing the implication of Jason's words before both of their attentions were pulled to the jerking feeling down below. The Alpha's knot had released, but Jaon's dick was once again standing at attention, clearly ready for another round.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Y/N groaned.
Jason smiled sheepishly at him, "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm in a rut, and I've got some makeup to do for lost time if I want to get it back to normal. Hope you didn't have any plans for tonight...or tomorrow."
"Fucking hell," Y/N huffed, his head falling back against the pillow.
"Well, can you at least untie me?" Y/N asked, gesturing to his still-bound arms.
"Hmm, nope," Jason denied.
"Fuck you," Y/N scowled.
"That's the plan."
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+ summary: while adjusting to your new life in college, you couldn't help but attract the attention of wonwoo, someone who you happen to have a history with.
+ pairing: badboy!wonwoo x fem!reader
+ word count: 2.7k
+ content: badboy!wonwoo, college au, mature language, flirting (wonwoo is a menace), jealousy. [pls let me know if i missed anything!]
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
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You were tired, very tired.
Granted, this was your own doing. Maybe if you hadn't pushed your responsibilities to the side last night you wouldn't have had to wake up so early to study for an exam, but what's done is done. This whole college thing was not going so well, to say the least. Sure, it's only the beginning of the second semester, but you already feel exhausted by all of your class workloads.
Just ten more minutes of this boring lecture and you could finally go home and crawl into bed. But⌠that's only if you avoid him today. Which now that youâre thinking about it, you hope he isnât waiting for you outside, again. That would be the last thing you needed today.
With that being said, things have felt a little weird if you were being honest. Of course, this was your first year of university, so things were bound to feel new and different. But there was something, or rather someone that was making you feel strange.
Around two weeks ago you noticed that Wonwoo, an old classmate of yours, had recently started to become a bit friendly towards you. While that normally wouldnât be considered weird, you couldnât help but feel skeptical about his intentions. You knew the kind of people he surrounded himself with, and especially the girls he would go after; which was the exact opposite of you. So what exactly did he want from you?
What also makes this situation more odd is that youâve basically known Wonwoo for your whole life. Of course, you donât actually know him, you just happened to go to the same elementary, middle, and high school (which is insane if you think about it). Acquaintance is a perfect word to describe your relationship with him, nothing more nothing less. So yeah⌠itâs a little weird when the guy you have been around for (almost) your whole life is suddenly trying to befriend you, there definitely had to be something wrong with him.
All you knew about Wonwoo was that he was on the more reserved and quiet side; mainly keeping to himself most of the time. His group of friends was quite the opposite of him, which always made you wonder how he even became friends with them in the first place.
Seeing how the lecture was ending soon, you started to pack your stuff; you were more than ready to dash straight out of the classroom. Having finished all of your assignments for today, you had nothing left to worry about. So once the professor had made her goodbyes, you made a straight beeline to the door, nothing was going to hold you back from your long-awaited nap. Your pace was brisk, attempting to avoid the backed-up main exit, you decided to go to the opposite door. The walk back to your apartment wasnât too bad either, most of the time you saw it as a way to daydream and listen to music. So while you scrolled through your various playlists, you happened to miss the (very obvious) figure following you.
Wonwoo called out your name a few times until it finally dawned on him that you had your headphones on. He took a few long strides to catch up to you; he was very adamant on getting your attention this morning. With ease, he quickly plucked your headphones off of your head.
âWhat are we listening to today?â He said while adjusting the headphones on his head. It took you a second to fully process what he was doing. You knew he was doing it to provoke you, but you were determined to not let that happen today. So to his surprise, you simply kept walking. You figured that he would continue with his antics if you gave him the reaction that he wanted so you did the opposite, you ignored him.
What shocked him the most was seeing you pull out an old pair of earbuds and plugging them into your phone. He was dumbfounded to say the least, how were you so prepared and why were you ignoring him?
And again, he quickly caught up with a few simple steps. He took your headphones off of his head and tapped them against your shoulder.
With a tired sigh, you turned around to face him but couldnât help but admire his face. You really didn't want to lose that âexpressionlessâ look you were going for (to help you ignore him of course), but that small smile of his was enough to crack you down. It's like he knew that it was your one weakness when it came to him. This was the most annoying part of it all. Anytime he smiled or looked at you, a tiny part inside you secretly liked it, making you crave his attention at times.
Objectively speaking, Wonwoo was very handsome. That was something you could never deny, you would even go as far as to say that he was your type but you didn't particularly like the people he called his âfriendsâ so you were stuck in a weird limbo.
âIs there something on my face, birdy?â
You scoffed at the nickname. âI told you not to call me that.â
Wonwooâs eyes were looking straight into yours, a smirk slowly creeping up to his lips. It didn't help that he was looking really good today either, his messy hair combined with the whole biker fit did wonders for your eyes. He was about to say something before you heard your ringtone go off, evidently cutting him off.
Oh.
It was Hyunwoo. That's odd... you finished your shared project with him rather early, what could he be calling you about? Either way, you answered the random call in front of a rather annoyed Wonwoo.
"Hello?"
"Heyyy yn, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch later today?" You couldn't help but feel your eyes widen at his sudden question. Since when did he want to hang out with you? Last time you checked he had a plethora of girls that he was talking to... maybe he was interested in you? No, you shouldn't get too ahead of yourself...
"Um... let me check if I have anything to do first. Can I call you back?" You knew that you sounded nervous but how else were you supposed to feel when the cute guy from your physics class was literally asking you to eat lunch with him?
As soon as you ended the call, you felt Wonwoo's arm snake its way down to your waist. You couldnât help but yelp at the sudden intimate contact. Chuckling at your reaction, he leaned down, closer to your ear. âWho was that?â
"No one." You stated simply, it wasn't his business anyway.
"Hm, okay," Wonwoo rested his head on your shoulder, continuing to speak lowly in your ear. "I'll remember that birdy."
Before you could even come up with something to counter him, he decided to speak up once again.
"Well, I do have something rather important to tell you." His voice was so calm and soothing, you could honestly listen to it for hours on end if you had the chance.
"What is it?" You hoped he couldn't sense your rather, embarrassing, curiosity.
"Heard you used to have a little crush on me," his voice was evidently smug, knowing that this would surely get a rise out of you.
Which it did.
Your face burned at the memories of when you used to have a crush on Wonwoo. But, that had to be in fourth grade⌠so how could he have known about that? Nonetheless, you scoffed at his statement, not wanting to know that you were a little embarrassed by the sudden reminder.
âKey word, had,â you rolled your eyes at him. This did make you curious though, who could have possibly told him that? So you asked him exactly that.
âHow do you even know about that?â His smile never faltered even as you lightly pushed his hand away from your waist. If anything, this made him want to touch you even more.
âI have my ways,â he stated simply. Of course, he does. You hated when he would shrug things off, now this was going to bother you for the entire week!
One thing about Wonwoo was that he has always been curious about you, this interest stemming back all the way to your elementary days. This curiosity eventually intensified in junior year of high school when you began to show your blatant distaste towards him. He just had to get to know you.
He looked down at you, his face was unreadable like always. You never knew what was going on in that mind of his.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your actual friends?" Sometimes you couldn't help but blurt out your thoughts to him even if they sounded a bit rude. His face faltered for a split second, probably caught off guard by the random question. Shoot, you really didnât mean to say that out loud. Although, it looks like Wonwoo didnât take any offense to your sudden question. If anything, it made him... smile?
âI am hanging out with my friend,â he stopped you to face him, âwhich is you.â You rolled your eyes at him. That had to be the corniest thing he has ever said to you if you were being honest. You just hated that giddy feeling he would give you any time he said something remotely cheesy.
"Ugh, you're so dumb," you groaned while checking the time on your phone. It was getting close to noon and you hadn't responded to Hyunwoo's question from earlier. Maybe it was best if you didn't go... who knows what he wanted from you. If you were being completely honest, you didn't know if you had it in you to see other people at the moment, aside from Wonwoo of course.
"Have somewhere to be?" Wonwoo asked, a hint of concern peeking through his voice.
"No, thank god, but I do have a scheduled nap to get to so if you don't mind-" you were cut off by the sound of an engine revving, making your body jump at the unexpected noise. You turned to see where the source of the commotion was coming from but then realized it was coming from a group of bikers nearby; most likely Wonwoo's friends.
Or so you thought?
Wonwoo didn't seem too pleased with the group that was getting closer to where the two of you were. On the contrary, Wonwoo looked pissed. His jaw was visibly clenched, the gentle grip he had on your waist tightened, and his eyes lost that playful spark he had earlier. You couldn't help but feel guilty for thinking about how hot Wonwoo looked when he was angry. Of course, you would never want to be on the receiving end of his anger but seeing it on the sidelines was quite... interesting.
Wait. This might actually be serious, so it's best if you leave before anything crazy happens.
"I think I'm going to head out now..." you said quietly as you tried to slip away from Wonwoo's (awfully) strong grasp.
He turned to look at you, his eyes softening once they landed on your figure. Why did they have to come and bother him at this exact moment? He knew that whatever was going to happen was not going to be pretty, but he found himself reluctant to let you go.
Before truly letting you go, he quietly asked, "Are you sure? I can take you home if you want me to." As soft as his voice was, he still managed to sound composed which was comforting considering the situation.
You nodded in response, "I don't live that far from here so it's fine, thank you for the offer though." You managed to flash him a small, awkward smile before turning away from him and heading toward the direction of your apartment. You didn't know what exactly was going on between those guys and Wonwoo but it for sure wasn't friendly. Although it wasn't exactly your issue, you couldn't help but feel worried about Wonwoo, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes.
Much to your dismay, that scheduled nap never came your way that day.
You blame Wonwoo, how were you supposed to sleep peacefully knowing he was probably getting jumped? Okay, you might be jumping to conclusions but what else were you supposed to think about when he was visibly angry at the mere sight of those guys?
Realistically speaking, it's only been two days since that whole incident happened. Granted, you haven't seen Wonwoo since then but that could mean a lot of things.
[...]
While you were in line to get a smoothie from one of the pop-up shops near the campus, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder.
"Did my little birdy miss me?" You felt Wonwoo say right next to your ear, his breath fanning across your earlobe. It sent a wave of tingles down your spine, making you shudder in turn. Though you weren't a fan of his spontaneous appearance.
"God, you need to stop doing that! I almost slapped you I swear-" You stopped mid-way once you turned around and saw his face. He had a few cuts on his lips and eyebrows and one big bruise across his cheek. Those guys really did a number on him.
Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, "are you okay?"
He tried to wave it off but you could tell he was bothered by your question, "It's fine, really, don't worry about it." Was he insane? How were you not going to worry when he was visibly injured?
"Were these from the guys on Tuesday?" You couldn't help but ask, where else would he get these cuts and bruises if it didn't come from them?
His demeanor immediately switched and he pushed himself away from you.
"It's none of your business so stay out of it."
"Okay." That was the only thing you said before grabbing your smoothie from the worker and quickly walking away from the shop. If he wanted to be like that then so be it. You most definitely were not going to wait for him to 'open up' by all means, he could throw himself a pity party for all you care.
"Wait-" He tried reaching for your arm but you were too quick for him. Your steps were swift, helping you create a reasonable distance between you and Wonwoo. He called out your name a few times before giving up, he didn't want to gather any unwanted attention from the people nearby. Reaching your pace, Wonwoo was finally close enough to grab your wrist and make you look at him.
"Are you seriously ignoring me?" His voice was a bit jagged, no doubt coming from the unexpected cardio you made him do to catch up to you.
Unfortunately for him, you were petty. "You said it wasn't my business, so please do not talk to me because I really do not care." You brushed past him once again this time making sure he could not grab your arms or wrists.
He exhaled in annoyance, "Look I'm sorry-" Wonwoo was mid-apology before being abruptly cut off by the voice of a guy yelling your name out loud.
Speaking of the devil, what immaculate timing.
"Hey yn! Did you still want to get food after class?" Hyunwoo jogged to where you were standing but saw how Wonwoo was still trying to talk to you.
"Sorry, were you busy with him?"
You instantly responded to Hyunwoo, "No, he was just asking for directions, but yeah I'm down for food." Like before, you made your way towards Hyunwoo, making sure to bump into Wonwoo. He couldn't help but stay frozen in place as he watched you walk to class with some random guy, jealousy slowly invading his mind.
Directions? Did she really...?
As much as Wonwoo wanted to be mad at you, he really had no one to blame but himself. The whole situation with his old group of 'friends' was really getting to him so once you popped that question it just seemed to send him over the edge. He just didn't know how far you would go to express your annoyance towards him. Now all he had to do was find a way to properly apologize to you before that Hyunwoo guy got to you first.
The only thing stopping him? He didn't have your number or any of your socials...
Part Two: II
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behind the mask
f!reader x yunho smut | mdni 2.7k it's halloween night and your sweet golden retriever boyfriend wants to have a little harmless fun link + nsfw tags under the cut
#17: mask kink + outdoor + primal play (twt pârnlink) sweet bf!yunho, also ghostface!yunho, also big cock!yunho, knife play (not cutting skin only clothes, no blood), fear play (chasing through the woods + threats), degradation (slut, whore), outdoor/semi public setting (a deserted park at night), nipple play, spanking, backshots, unprotected sex ("im not angry, im disappointed"), creampie, implied aftercare (because when the mask's off he's your sweet lovey dovey bf âĄ)
a/n: im back again on my bs. did you miss me? enjoy <3
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Halloween was your favorite holiday. There was something so fun in everyone dressing up and acting silly for a night. Every year you volunteered to take the kids of your small town trick or treating. You always liked bringing them fun memories. And halloween was just that much more fun when you looked at it through the eyes of a kid.Â
This year wasnât any different. Only this time your boyfriend tagged along with you. Which was a blessing in itself because the group of children was going to be more manageable with another set of hands on deck and another pair of vigilant eyes.
You adjusted the red hood over your head and pulled on the thigh high tights to bring them as high as possible, concealing the lace under your knee length skirt. It wasnât freezing cold outside but still pretty chilly as the night was falling over the small town.
âThank you for helping me,â you said to your boyfriend as you hoped in his car and headed to the local school where the parents had gathered the small group of children to take out trick or treating.Â
âNo worries;â Yunho said, smiling in your direction as he pulled into the parking lot. âSorry for the costume. I only had time to pick up that maskâ He pulled out the ghost face mask from the backseat. And pointed at the rest of the ensemble that consisted of a black hoodie with a black leather jacket thrown over it and a pair of ripped jeans. âThatâs all I gotâ he said scratching the back of his neck, his lips pulling into an adorable, reserved smile.
âOh no problem!â you said hurriedly, throwing your back pack on your shoulder, the modern item contrasted greatly with the medieval red riding hood costume. âSorry it was on such short noticeâ And Yunho took your hand before you had the chance to open the car door.
âIâm just glad to spend time with you, reallyâ he smiled at you adorably, his eyes turning into crescents. Even though youâd only been dating for a few months you felt very comfortable with him. Mainly because he was very sweet and gentle. So much so that initially you thought it was all an act to get into your pants, given how good looking Yunho was you knew he surely didn't have to do all of this âwhite knight in shining armor actâ to get sexual attention. Unfortunately you fell for the lies and deceptions of others before and ended up getting ghosted after a night of at best mediocre sex. But Yunho was different. He never pressured you into anything and then when you finally caved into your desire for him⌠well it was gentle. He paid attention to your cues, made sure you enjoyed yourself and he made you feel safe, loved and good, very good.
âDonât you think itâll scare the kids though?â he said, placing the mask over his handsome face.Â
âScare them?â you laughed out loud as Yunhoâs features dropped in confusion. âYouâre so not ready for the little monstersâ you laughed. âLetâs goâ you said before opening the door.
You smiled and slipped the mask off before stepping out of the car. Yunho watched you being greeted by the kids. They were all jumping around in excitement, gathering around you like evil little minions of the night. The scene warmed Yunhoâs heart as he smiled behind the mask.
âMister! Mister! Your mask is very coolâ a little boy with green face paint and stuffed leaves cosplaying as Hulk pointed at Yunho.
âWooow scary~â a small girl with a peppa pig dress stomped her little feet and laughed, barely able to contain her excitement.
âYes kids, thatâs Yunho. He will come with us this yearâ Yunho took the mask off, ruffling his dark hair before smiling widely at the children.
âHi kidsâ he waved.
âOhâ the small peppa pig girl let her words trail off. âAre you y/nâs boyfriend?â she asked very directly. Which made Yunho chuckle and her blush looking in awe at him.
âYes. Iâm the boyfriendâ he said, half laughing. The girl then turned to you. âDoes he have a little brother?â she asked as quietly as possible and you also laughed. âHow about we ask him later, huh?â you whispered to her and she nodded timidly, throwing another curious glance at the handsome stranger.Â
The parents waved goodbye to the children and left. Probably excited to spend a night in peace.
As the round of houses went by, the childrenâs bags became filled with candies and chocolate bars and of course the occasional apple from the more concerned parents.Â
Yunho was a great helper. He settled arguments when kids thought the distribution of candies was unfair, he encouraged the ones that were scared to walk past a particularly convincing automated witch stirring her cauldron and he was just a joy to have a round. Even under the mask you could hear the smile that was spreading on his angelic face from ear to ear, contrasting greatly with the spooky mask.
As the night progressed you dropped off the kids one by one to their house and soon enough the last kid left and you and Yunho walked back to the car.
âThank you for tonight, it was greatâ you said as you walked past the deserted park. You turned to him and smiled. âI really owe you oneâ.
Yunho pressed your body against yours, startling you a little. He slipped the mask off, he was slightly disheveled after wearing it all night.Â
âMaybe thereâs something you could doâ he said, smirking, and you tilted your head in interest. âWhat about we play a little?âÂ
His demeanor had suddenly changed. But his dark serious eyes stirred something within you. You would lie if you said you hadnât been fighting a kind of dark desire that sparked within you when Yunho first slipped on the mask but you kept the curious feeling at bay for the whole evening only to let it resurface now.
âYou know,â he started his eyes falling from your eyes to your lips. âI've noticed the way you look at me when I wear the thing.â He dangled the mask next to your face. And you pinched your lips between your teeth to hold a gasp. Were you this obvious?
âWouldnât it be fun to play a little game? How about a little chase through the park?â he chuckled when he saw your eyes grow twice as big. âIf you escape me you win. But if I catch you⌠well itâs not fun if thereâs no surpriseâ the ominous statement made you whimper quietly as instinctively pressed your thighs together. âIâll even give you a headstartâ he smirked as he slipped the mask back on.Â
He let go of your waist so abruptly that you almost stumbled back but found your balance in time.Â
âGo ahead, little one.â Yunho said as he grabbed a kitchen knife from the backpack. âStart runningâ the laugh that escaped his lips was the furthest thing away from the usual warm laughter you were used to. It was cold and threatening. It made your stomach churn and not only in fear.
Without thinking you ran into the park and engulfed yourself in the dark woods, adrenaline coursed through your veins and you left the path to venture deeper into the woods. As you were running and jumping over the branches and roots of the trees that were sticking out of the dirt you heard the maniacal laugh come closer.Â
Out of breath and panicked you decided to hide behind the thick trunk of an old oak to catch a small break and hopefully to escape the bloodthirsty man on your track.
âWhere are you?~â Yunho singsang. You laid a hand over your mouth to hopefully steady your breathing. He was close. âYou know thereâs no point in hiding, little one,â Yunho said, his breath itching in his throat. âYou know⌠I will⌠find you!â he said, suddenly circling the tree trunk, the big terrifying mask shoved in your face. You couldnât even scream, you only started to run full speed, Yunho following you closely, knife in hand.Â
But your skirt got caught on a thorn and slowed you down before you could accelerate again, completely ripping the piece of fabric, leaving you in a torn miniskirt barely concealing your ass.Â
But that misadventure was your doom. Yunho was able to catch up to you. He caught your arm with his big and cold hand, gripping so tight it was bruising your delicate skin and pushed your back against a tree.
âGotcha~â he said, even if you couldnât see you could distinctly hear the predatory grin behind the disfigured mask. âI winâ
âPleaseâ you whimpered, your heart thumping in your ears. You didnât really know what you were pleading for but when you felt your boyfriendâs hard on pressed onto your hip, you realized you were begging for him to take you. To claim you right here in the cold winter night in the middle of the woods. Like a wolf finally sinking his teeth into the delicious and tender flesh on a fawn.Â
âLook at you little oneâ Yunho was growling, his threatening tone was stirring more arousal in the pit of your guts. âAll nice and ripe for me to pluck,â he said, bringing the cold blade of the knife to your cheek, pressing the flat surface onto your hot skin, making you shiver.Â
With his other hand he ripped the red hood off you and harshly pulled on your buttoned blouse popping just enough buttons to see your black lace bra.Â
âLittle one wore lace for me tonightâ he slipped the tip of the blade between your breast and under the article of clothing and cut it clean off, earning a frightened gasp from you. The cold air blew on your bare skin making your nipples harden into tight buds. âMuch betterâ Yunho sighed, groping your chest with his cold hand and pinching your pebbled nipples between his long fingers, you moaned from the stimulation, more arousal pulling in your underwear. He flicked and pinched and circled the hard nubs until you were a whimpering mess, each moan you let out becoming visible fog in the chilly open air.Â
Yunho kept on rubbing his hard cock onto your hip, humping you slowly but purposefully grinding onto your soft side, groaning with each movement until heâs had enough of those games.
He pushed you to a boulder covered in moss and bent you down until both your hands laid flat on the cold stone and your ass was sticking up in the air. Yunho landed a sharp slap before putting the knife to good use again. He slipped it under your underwear, you felt the cold metal of the flat of the blade run against your throbbing hot and drooling little pussy, making you moan at the contact, fighting the urge to grind your greedily little cunt against it.
With a precise movement Yunho cut the undergarment letting your glistening cunt shine under the moonlight, the article was now only pathetic hanging by your waist.Â
âFuck youâre already so wet, bunnyâ he breathed out, swiping one finger along your drenched folds.Â
âPlease fuck me Yun-â you cut yourself. âPlease ghostface fuck meâ
You felt Yunhoâs cock throb against your ass at your words.
âWhat an eager little slutâ he said before bending down next to you and stabbing the knife in a tree stump next to you. âIâll give you what you wantâ
A second later you felt his two big hands slap against your bare ass before his hot tip glided against your folds. Responding on instinct your back arched deeper and you pressed your ass against him, urging him to fill you up.
Without more prepping he slid his thick cock into you to the last inch in one swift move making you moan loudly, your eyes shutting tightly.Â
âOh ffuckkkâ you moaned in the cold night.
âFuck. So wet and tight for me, bunny.â Yunho said, taking a bruising grip around your waist. âYour slutty cunt is already throbbing around me. You liked it that much when I chased you around?âÂ
âPleaseâ is the only word you could process through your foggy thoughts. You only wanted more of him.
âWho knew the cute little one liked to be preyed on?â He drew out of you only the slam back right in.
âGod fuck- yesâ you screamed at the sudden surge of pleasure.
Yunho settled a deadly rhythm, smashing himself between your hips, your wall gripping his fat cock tearing you apart every time it pulled out and welcoming it back in everytime he pushed in. Making your mind fuzzy, your ears seemed stuffed with cotton as you could no longer concentrate on the animalistic grunts Yunho was letting loose into the night and only on the way his enormous cock felt inside you.
He continued to screw his cock deep into you on this unbelievable rhythm. His hand left your waist to toy with your nipples again, cupping your breast and teasing your hard nipples, rolling them in his fingers until you couldnât stand anymore, your legs threatening to give out at any point under the crushing weight of your oncoming orgasm.
âFuck mâ gonnaâ you started.
âNot yet, whoreâ Yunho said, slapping your ass once more and abruptly pulling his cock out. You whined, your high was fading away as it was within grasp a second ago.
Yunho grabbed the knife again and put the sharp side on the skin of your neck, not pressing enough to breach the skin but enough to be threatening to do so. He shoved his cock back in.
âYou better work for it. Wanna cum? Help yourself.â He laughed again. âBounce on my cock like a good little slutâ.
Your cunt clenched at his word, making him gasp sharply. You don't need to be told twice. Without thinking, your mind completely drunk on the idea of chasing your high you started to back up against his cock and grind his cock into you. Smashing your ass back and filling the night with the sound of his grunts and skin clashing.Â
âFuckkkk. That's my good little whore. Keep going⌠mâcloseâ Yunho praised.Â
âYes please cum.â You pleaded out of breath. âPlease fill my tight little whore cunt with your cumâ
Such foul words dripping from your innocent lips had Yunho crossing the edge right that second. Thick white ropes of cum spurted out his huge cock that was throbbing inside you. The warmth pooling inside you took right along with him, your walls gripping around him and fluttering as you arched your back to somehow push him even deeper inside you, his hand digging into your skin while the other one gripped the handle of the knife still pressed to your skin.
You both stayed right there for a hot minute, his cock deeply sheathed inside you while you caught your breath before he finally slipped out letting the unbelievable amount of cum run down your weakened and shaking thighs.
Yunho slipped off the mask and helped you stand up, interlacing his arms around your waist and surrounding you in his warmth. He was back to his usual self.Â
âHappy Halloween babyâ he said, smiling fondly at you. You chuckled.
âI didnât know you were into such thingsâ you said, hitting his chest playfully. He gasped with exaggerated shock.
âI didnât know you were into such things!â he said, hugging you tightly, trying to shield you from the cold winter breeze.Â
He drew back a little to look at you, your hair was ruined, your mascara was smudged, your ripped skirt was barely covering you and cum was coating your inner thighs. You were so beautifully ruined for him. You looked perfect. He couldn't help his heart swelling with unconditional love for you.Â
âHereâ he took off his leather jacket and tied it around your hips. âLetâs head backâ
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"What's my hidden perk?"
Preview: The LADS boys and their hidden perks. (lemme know if you guys want a part 2 hehe)
SYLUS - horseriding
Quirking his silver brow, his crimson orbs tailed your gaze. A gaze that went from bottom to top, a view you could not believe witnessing in front of your eyes. The giant figure of your boyfriend on top of a Dutch Draft. "Are you planning to just stand there and watch me in awe or do you plan to ride with me?" His voice thick, specifically laced with proud mockery as he was enjoying the look of shock you had been wearing ever since he had told you that he is good at horse riding. He extended his palm to you and took your hand, providing balance to you as you walked up the steps and took a seat in front of him, on top of the horse. This is afterall, your first time riding a horse.
It all started out as a harmless joke while the both of you were watching some National Geographic show about horses. Till he nonchalantly mentioned that he has been riding horses from a very young age and hence the surprise date for today. Featuring your boyfriend, with a horse--that you had no idea where he got from. You tensed up when you felt his chest pressed against your back, his breaths fanned over the top of your head. You hate to admit itâbut you still do anywaysâ how he always manages to get a reaction out of you, be it stemming from a simple gesture. "Now that you have found out about my secret talent, does this mean we get to ride horses more often?" He leaned down, whispering seductively against the shell of your ear. "Or perhaps you would just prefer riding me, sweetie?"
RAFAYEL - good with kids
âCareful.â Rafayel grabs ahold of your forearm, guiding you past the puddle in the vast garden. The date came about to be a surprise, with the charming boyfriend of yours appearing at your doorstep in the mid evening, seeking you out from the stuffiness of your house to embrace Mother Nature in all of its glory after a whole day of heavy rain. Blushing slightly, you continued walking with him down the cobblestoned pathways, enjoying the coolness of the rain till sounds of laughters filled the air. A couple of kids were perched over a drain cover, staring into the waters with their beady eyes.
Rafayel drops his hold from your forearm and held onto your hand, the casual yet romantic gesture still greatly affects you. âCome on, letâs see what they are looking at.â At a certain extent, when you stared at your boyfriend from a distance, interacting with the children, laughing and chuckling as he was playing catch with them made your stomach feel warm. For someone like him, who spends most of his days locked away in that mansion of his, interacting with only a fish and canvases, you had never thought of him to be good with children. However, Rafayel had yet again managed to surprise you. Seeing him waltzing over to you, with a huge grin stapled on his face, you canât help but mimicked his expression. âYou seemed bored. Do you want to join us cutie?â
XAVIER - has an annual pass to amusement parks
It took forever for the both of you to plan a date due to the recent influx of wanderers. Captain Jenna had gotten the both of you to be split up into two different shifts; with you being the leader for the day shift while your boyfriend, Xavier is incharge of the night shift. Hence, when the wanderers' amount had finally decreased, Xavier did not hesitated to ask you out on a date. "I had always wanted to bring you here. It was on my list." He spoke, hands holding tightly onto your smaller palms as he led you past the huge archways of the theme park. Colours of all spectrums welcomed you, revealing the colourful fanfare of a theme park and you could feel your inner giddiness peeking through your smile.
As the both of you stood in line for the tickets, you were surprised when Xavier muttered to you. "Since it is your first time here, I will buy the ticket for you." When it came to your turn for the ticket purchase, your boyfriend only requested for one and you tapped onto his shoulder nervously, immediately asking him if he was only going to get one and watch you from outside or perhaps he may need some aid for funds. The man however beamed shyly, ear tips turning a shade of rubicund when he tried to explain himself. "I...uhm...have an annual pass?" The hidden question mark at the end of his sentence made you chuckled in return, mind already imagining how funny it would be to see him riding the theme park rides all by himself. "But, I got you an annual pass too." He held up the golden ticket in his hand. "From now on, we can both come together as much as we want."
ZAYNE - good at snowboarding
Zayne had appeared at your doorstep a little too early than his usual timing, which is usually going by your timing as you do like taking your time to sleep in and he do not find the need to disturb your beauty sleep. But today seems to be different when he appeared in front of your door with a coat in his hand. When you asked him about the purpose of him coming so early, the man only kept it short and simple, replying accurately to what you had asked. "I had taken a few days off of work and I had booked us a spot at a ski lodge." When you had an eyebrow raised, he continued to explain himself. "You had been watching the snowboarding event for the Olympics recently. I assumed you would like to try it yourself." You weren't exactly surprised at how conscious he tends to be, but you are more concerned of yourself as you had never done any snowboarding in your life.
"You had never snowboarded before haven't you?" Zayne questioned, those forest green orbs of his meeting yours with amusement. As you nodded, you could feel your cheeks heating up, warming you from the harsh cold winds. You hesitated though, asking him in return if he were to know anything about snowboarding given that during the safety briefing he did asked a couple of questions here and there. "Me? I would not say I am good at it, but I did tried it before, ever since I was a kid." He patted your head, a small smile tugging onto the end of his lips. "Don't worry, I will hold onto you the whole time and make sure you do not hurt your knees or fall into the snow." His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close against his side and he planted a kiss onto your forehead. "But you can definitely fall into my arms if you slip."
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In Case I'm Mistaken
Chapter Five of I Can't Help Myself
Summary: Your first run-in with Spencer Reid since he left you so spectacularly is fraught with tension. Sexual and otherwise.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI pregnancy symptoms, morning sickness/ throwing up, fingering, rough sex, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, choking, slapping, creampie but she's pregnant already, mild case details, etc.
A/N: We're halfway through! I sincerely hope everyone enjoys how stupid and oblivious Spencer is being because I can't promise he'll wise up anytime soon lmao. If you're enjoying the series, let me know in the comments âĄ
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When you left Spencer's apartment, you expected a call or a text or an email in the next three days. Penelope told you that's most likely when they'd wrap the case and when he'd be back at his apartment to see the stunt you had pulled.Â
You tried to force yourself back to work in the meantime, and it almost worked. Until you had to spend three hours a day crouched over a toilet bowl, emptying your stomach lining again and again. You had spent almost a full month like that before you realised you hadn't heard from him.Â
First, it was cases, then it was casework, and then it was cases again, but if probed, Spencer truly would have no idea you'd tried to get in contact with him at all. And it seemed he didn't care in the slightest.
He'd been home, but he hadn't been looking for anything out of place, so he hadn't seen anything out of place. Certainly not a bookshelf spelling out âCALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS.â It was your choice to leave the cryptic message though, and you hadn't exactly left him any notes to say that you'd dropped by.Â
But finding out you were pregnant on a night you'd half-expected to throttle the man who'd impregnated you (verbally) and then having cried on his couch with one of his very close female friends? Yeah, you were confused and lost, and it seemed like a good idea at the time.Â
With emotions and hormones running high, you couldn't even tell if Spencer was purposefully ignoring you or not.Â
The only saving grace in that month was your promotion.Â
It literally could not have come at a better time, and you'd enjoyed signing the papers greatly knowing you'd be blindsiding your boss with a pregnancy announcement in the next three months, should you be able to carry the baby successfully to that point.Â
You'd had your first check-up without a call from Spencer. You'd picked out your first baby outfit without a call from Spencer. You were pretty confident that you'd give birth to the goddamn baby without a call from Spencer.Â
Which is why when you found him in your office a month later, you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck and slowly choke the life out of him.Â
Between classes, you'd taken to running to the bathroom to hang your head in shame, not over morning sickness at all yet. You'd taken to keeping cereal bars and pregnancy safe snacks in your office in case you needed something else to help you power through the morning.Â
That morning was worse than others, with less than half your students in attendance and still two hours to waste standing up in front of a podium - department rules.Â
You'd thought you were going to expire in front of that toilet bowl, sending up your prayers as you checked your watch and realised you'd have a class again in an hour or two that you weren't fully prepped for.Â
So you slinked back to your office and tried to throw yourself onto the sofa, but unfortunately for you, a large man was blocking your way.Â
âCan I help you?â You eked out, voice weak but still able to convey all the annoyance you felt at the door.Â
âSorry, sorry, this is yourâŚ?" The man said, smiling down at you. You had to give it to him, the man was good looking but you just waited for him to stand aside again.Â
âDo you mind?â You said, gesturing to the door you now knew the man was blocking. He wasn't letting you in for some reason, and you couldn't for the life of you figure out why. It was your goddamn office for christ's sake. Your snacks were inside.Â
âSorry, following orders.â
âRight, and whose orders would those be MrâŚâ
âSSA Luke Alvez,â he said, holding out his hand. âNice to meet you.â
You'd have introduced yourself politely under any other circumstances but in reaching out his hand and giving his title, you'd seen the flash of his FBI badge on his hip and knew exactly who was behind this.Â
âSon of a bitch,â you muttered, ducking under the man's arms and slamming the door to your office open to find Doctor Spencer Reid huddled over some files, two women flanking him on either side.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?âÂ
The two women looked taken aback, straightening immediately as they looked between you and Spencer. He was slow to take his eyes off whatever it was they were working on, as if playing with you once again.Â
You really regretted keeping his desk around, seeing how comfortable he looked there, how normal it was for you to see him there.
âDoctor Y/N. Nice to see you again.âÂ
âNice to-?â You scoffed and slammed the door once more. âYeah. Okay.âÂ
One of the women quickly excused herself from the situation, almost as soon as she realised that once you'd finally locked eyes with Spencer, neither of you looked away.Â
âI'm sorry to intrude, my name is Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, I'm the Unit Chief of the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit. We really wouldn't be here if it weren't an emergency.âÂ
You had to give it to the woman, but she caught on quickly and stepped between the two of you, breaking eye contact and forcing your attention onto her. You introduced yourself quickly.Â
âDoctor Y/N Y/L/N. I trudt that if you're here, something bad has happened.âÂ
You noticed a flash of something as Emily shook your hand, hearing your name. It was subtle, and it was quick, but you saw her eyes flick to your stomach and then back up, and you froze.Â
She knew. Penelope hadn't exactly broken your trust - you never told her to keep a secret from anyone but Spencer - but you felt your guard go back up twofold.Â
âEmily, can I talk privately with Y/N for a moment?â Spencer asked, and you resisted the urge to cradle yourself, to cover whatever it was she may have seen in your appearance or the way you held yourself that became your tell.Â
You wanted to tell Spencer you were pregnant, sure, but you'd wanted to tell him a month ago. Now? Now you were pissed off.Â
The older woman quietly bowed out, reminding Spencer to reconvene with her in another hour. She shut the door quietly after she went, and you listened carefully to the retreating murmurs of her and the other agent down the hall until you were confident you were more or less alone.Â
And then you picked up the nearest book and threw it.Â
âY/N! Listen, I can explain-âÂ
You threw another book, and this one hit his arm. He winced and rubbed it quickly as he flinched away from you, picking up your third weapon.Â
âExplain what? Explain why you've commandeered my office for secret FBI business? Explain why you left me behind like a discarded cum rag after we had sex? Maybe you-âÂ
âY/N, I had a case, I didn't want to-â You threw another book, but he batted it away this time.Â
âCan we just talk like adults, please?â He stepped forward and grabbed your wrist just as you reloaded with another book, forcing the tome from your grip in a few seconds.Â
âThe Norton Anthology? Really? You'd bludgeon me to death with that thing.â
âIt has some interesting essays on psychoanalysis and literary theory. You should be honoured that I'd even think of throwing it at you.âÂ
He just scowled and sat you down on the couch, following you there to sit next to you.Â
âWhy are you still so frustrated? I thought we moved past this- this resentment?âÂ
For the last few weeks, you'd hoped that Spencer was just clueless about what you were going through. That he'd been swamped with work and hadn't seen your message. But getting the confirmation in real time was winding.Â
The air was knocked from your lungs, and you had to fight to fill them again, refusing to let yourself be so downright pathetic.
âWhat resentment did we move past exactly, Spencer? Because I remember the sex, but I do not remember your apology.â
âWhy should I apologise?â The sincerity in his voice had your fingers itching to knock his lights off for him.
âWell, gee, for a starter, maybe for finding my address online and showing up to my house uninvited and unannounced.âÂ
âI did announce it. You just blocked my number and email.âÂ
You scoffed and threw yourself back in your chair.Â
âNumber, yes. Email? No. You sent it from an unauthorised network email. All your emails sat in my spam folder until last month.âÂ
He furrowed his brows at the news, but you just crossed your arms and waited for whatever he'd say next to get out of taking responsibility.Â
âI'm sorry.âÂ
To say you weren't expecting that was an understatement. You felt so uncomfortable with the words you fidgeted in your seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.Â
âYes, wellâŚâÂ
Standing, you moved to your desk and grabbed the snacks you'd come here to find, slamming your desk draw shut and keeping the desk between you, sitting in your chair.Â
âWe're working a case.âÂ
âI can tell.âÂ
He leant over the desk and grabbed one of your snacks, opening a cereal bar quickly and taking a bite.Â
âThree of the students in our faculty have gone missing in the last 30 days.âÂ
You nodded as you listened, but your eyes were on your snack, in his hand, in his mouth. The bastard.Â
âI need to use the office for a few days. I won't disturb you, but we need some space as a base on campus, and this is our best option.â
âNot afraid I'll walk away with critical documents this time?âÂ
âThis time, I have everything memorised. I've read all the documents. You can't ruin the case this time.â
You stood and grabbed your snack from his hand as he lifted it to take another bite, throwing it straight into the trash can.Â
âWhat was that for?â
âFor being a jerk.â
You stomped over to your bag and pulled out your headphones, putting them on as he attempted to keep talking to you.Â
âY/N, you're being immature-âÂ
âYou just stole my snack like it's playtime at recess, Spencer. I'm not the immature one.âÂ
You turned the music on as he attempted to talk to you, but you didn't budge or take them off, returning to the couch to lay comfortably once more.Â
Something about the infuriating, beautiful man had you wanting to act out, reaching new levels of immaturity.Â
You felt the dip in the couch as he joined you there, felt him waving in front of your face. You smiled at his growing frustration as you heard him raise his voice just slightly.Â
Then, your legs were pulled out from under you, and you squeaked in shock as Spencer Reid pulled you into his lap, making you straddle him. Your eyes blew open, and you grabbed at his shirt for balance, leaving you open to his attacks as he knocked the headphones off your head.Â
âYou're such aâŚa..âÂ
âJackass? Okay, sure, but I'm a jackass you're going to listen to.â
âMake me.âÂ
The words were a dare, a challenge you didn't think he'd rise to. But his hands snaked around your neck, and he pulled your lips down to him, silencing you completely with another angry kiss.
Your lips parted immediately, all too happy to take in his wondering tongue as you battled for dominance. His hands trailed up and down your body, cupping your ass cheeks, squeezing your already sensitive breasts, pushing your skirt up so his hands could roam underneath.Â
You squirmed in his lap, memories of the last night you'd seen him rushing back. His tongue, his hands, fuck, his cock. Pregnancy hormones or just plain old lust, you wanted it all over again, and you didn't stop to think about it for a second. Any second he was kissing you was a second he wasn't talking.Â
You ground your hips into his as he worked a finger into your underwear, scraping against your clit as he pulled his head away, burying it in your neck as he began nipping and licking your skin, on a mission to taste every inch of you.Â
âSpencer,â You gasped as he began rubbing your clit faster, your body providing all the juices he needed to make you feel good.Â
âSpencer, we should- fuck!â It'd been only minutes, but he'd already pushed you over the edge, and you died your first little death cumming on his fingers.Â
âWe should fuck? Yes, yeah I can get behind that,â he said, laying you down again and slowly pulling down your damp underwear.Â
âThat's not what I was going to say, you bastard,â you said, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for another kiss.Â
âI know, but this is much better, don't you think?â He pulled away and fumbled with his pants, pulling them down only far enough to free his cock before sliding into you. He sheathed Himself inside you, pushing inch by inch until he was at your limit, and then he stopped.Â
He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your neck and collarbones, he took his time with each spot, making a line down your body, a record of every place he had possessed you without moving an inch.Â
âSpencer, you can't- need to-â you whined, not minding sounding like a petulant child about to throw a tantrum when he was giving you a pretty great reason to do so.Â
He had eaten your snacks and now he was just keeping his cock warm inside of you, not even bothering to rub your clit anymore, his hands more focused on keeping his weight up.Â
âI need to do what, Y/N? Tell me, but be quiet about it. This office isn't soundproof, remember.âÂ
 âShit, shit, shit, shit-âÂ
You tried to roll your hips under him, to take the pleasure you needed, but he stopped you, letting his hips press deeper into yours, making himself heavy. You tried another tactic.Â
âOh, come on Spencer, you can't even fuck me properly now? Pathetic.â
âWatch it-â he said, but you cut him off again.
âWatch what? You're not doing anything. Maybe I'll ask that little friend of yours outside for some help instead, I'm sure Agent Alvez would be more than happy to-âÂ
A short, soft slap to your face cut your words off as he spoke, the hand that hit you immediately pushing down to your neck and squeezing lightly.Â
âYou're. Mine,â he spat, and started immediately rolling his hips into you quickly.Â
You wrapped your legs up and around him, your hands lifting to grab his wrist, keeping his hand in place around your throat.
He fucked you harder and your breaths became shallow, eyes locked with his as he panted and writhed above you. He didn't look away. You couldn't. You were drunk on his cock, completely unable to sober up and just waiting for your orgasm to strike you once again.Â
You weren't two civilised people in that room, but animals, forcing one another to submit, to give in to temptation.Â
His hand on your throat came loose as he came, chest falling down to yours as he flooded your insides with cum once again. To give him credit where credit was due, he kept his cock inside of you and rubbed your clit again to completion, swallowing your every moan and whimper with a kiss, enjoying the feeling of you convulsing on his cock.Â
When you were both finally done, he let himself rest on top of you, burying his head in your neck and inhaling your scent as you both dropped back down into reality.Â
âGet up,â you said first, pushing him up and watching him peel out of you as you reached back to the coffee table for the box of tissues there.Â
âWe need to clean up,â You said attempting to tidy the cum leaking out of you away, as if it were merely a spilt drink.Â
He sat up, giving his cock a wipe down before putting his clothes back together. You both sat side by side, minding your own business, making yourselves look as inconspicuous as possible and ignoring the elephant in the room.Â
He broke the silence first.Â
âThe girls, they're all our students. The only thing they share is that they all took both of our courses.âÂ
Your heart dropped as you remembered he wasn't here for you, that he had other jobs and responsibilities. You were merely a pleasurable afterthought.Â
âShit,â you sighed, running a hand through your hair. You stretched out and stood, sore but still able to make your body work for you.Â
âYou're sure there's nothing else? No clubs, no extra curricular?â His jaw tightened as he ground his teeth together, unsure about how much to tell you.Â
âThey fit a basic profile which tells us the unsub is killing people as a scapegoat andâŚhasn't got to his intended target yet.âÂ
You nodded as you took in the information, standing and leading yourself back to your desk and grabbing your bag again.Â
âLook, just⌠just use the room until you get your guy. I'll work from the library or a study room or something, justâŚâ You ran another hand through your hair, exasperated.Â
âY/N, no, we don't need to out you out, we shared the office space before, we can-âÂ
âWe can't. Five minutes alone in this room together today proved⌠that we can't. Don't get distracted.âÂ
You grabbed more books, turning away from him to avoid the guilty looks he was shooting you.Â
You'd almost collected everything, hesitating as you grabbed your pregnancy vitamins from your draw, stuffing them quickly into your bag before moving closer to the door.Â
It opened before you could open it, and Emily Prentiss made herself known again.Â
âGood, you're already packed,â she said, grabbing your bag from your shoulder and slinging it over her own.Â
âI didn't know you all wanted rid of me so badly,â you said, trying to keep your voice as even and pleasant as possible and greatly failing.Â
âWe don't want to get rid of you. Y/N, I'm afraid it's quite the opposite.âÂ
Your heart slowed to a stop, and your blood ran cold as she offered you a sympathetic glance. You must've stumbled a bit backwards because Spencer's hand was immediately on your lower back, his body curved protectively around you as you too wrapped your arms around yourself, around your baby.Â
âWe've had contact with the killer, and we think you're his intended target,â Emily explained in as even a tone as you'd ever heard someone give a death sentence.Â
âWe've contacted WitSec, but until then, we'll be taking you into protective custody ourselves. I have a spare room, and we'll grab some of your things before you move in, everything you need to feel comfortable. Do you understand?âÂ
âNo,â you said, but it wasn't your voice. You felt grateful, though, because you didn't understand. There was someone trying to kill you, and you absolutely didn't understand. You'd just had sex with Spencer Reid again, and you hadn't told him you were pregnant with his child, and nothing made 6 there was someone trying to kill you.Â
But it wasn't your voice saying no, so you stopped thinking and kistened.Â
âNo, she'll⌠she'll stay with me,â Spencer said, gripping you tighter and pulling you closer, nearly crushing you in his arms.Â
âSpencer, it's not up to you,â Emily said, her voice a clear warning even to your buzzing ears.Â
âY/N? Y/N, listen to me, please,â he said, gripping your shoulders again and twisting you around so he was all you could see, ducking his head lower so you were directly in his eyeline.Â
âY/N, I'll keep you safe. Come and stay with me.âÂ
You thought about his apartment and the message you'd left. You thought about the month you spent waiting for him to call, and the month that you'd spent wanting to rip his throat out. You thought about his hands on your skin, his fingers wrapped around your throat, his cock buried inside of you. You thought, too, about the doctors appointments you'd have to reschedule. You thought about the baby clothes you'd have to leave behind. You thought about how you'd have to hide your morning sickness, and your growing baby bump, and your hormones, and all the supplements recommended by your Doctor because you already loved your baby and you wanted them to be healthy.Â
You thought that if you went with him, you'd have to tell him and confront whatever decision he made regarding you and the baby.
You thought logically that you shouldn't do it. But his hand grabbed yours, fingers intertwined, and he rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand, and you were nodding.Â
âYes,â you said when you should've gone with Emily.Â
He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and immediately bundled you out of the office and out of your comfort zone.Â
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⥠pairing: yoon jeonghan x afab!reader ⥠theme: fluff, smut (18+ mdni), established relationship ⥠wc: 1.7k ⥠warnings: oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), brief wrist pinning (f. receiving), slight degradation kink, petnames (m. & f. receiving - babe, baby, love, etc.) ⥠a/n: requested by my bestie <3
âSurprise!â
Jeonghan stops halfway through the doorway, hand lingering on the knob - his tired eyes trying to process what he is currently seeing.Â
His schedule has been nonstop lately, and even though he does a good job at hiding it youâve noticed how worn out heâs been every time he gets home, usually at a very late hour.Â
So - you decide to try and cheer him up.Â
You cooked up a big pot of jjajangmyeon, careful to follow the recipe exactly as you are not always the best cook - but you tasted it and it was surprisingly delicious. You turned off the overheads, instead opting for low-lit lamps and lighting various candles around the condo; you also put on some relaxing classical music, playing at a low volume. The vibe is relaxing, and a bit romantic - not either one of yoursâ usual style, but you know itâs what he needs.Â
Finally processing his surroundings, he looks at you - his big brown eyes turning even wider. You also happened to be wearing his favorite top of yours - the one that hugs you nicely, that he always compliments you on (and very much likes to take off of you).Â
You take his bag from him and set it on the ground, helping him out of his coat. You turn him around and immediately grab him by the waist, pulling him in and planting a big kiss on his lips. You pull back, a puzzled expression still on his face.Â
âWhatâs all this for?â, he asks, and then a concerned look colors his face. âShit, did I forget an anniversary or something??â
You shake your head. âNo dummy, itâs just for you! Figured you deserved a relaxing night in for once, youâve been so stressed lately.â
You squeeze his torso and bury your head into him - he lets out a sigh and you feel his body relax into you.Â
âYeah, I definitely have been.âÂ
He kisses you on the forehead. âThanks babe.â
You grab his hands and pull him toward the dinner table. âCome on, donât want the food to get cold!â
â-
You jump under the covers, wrapping your arms around Jeonghan and squishing yourself against him as tight as possible. After dinner and then curling up on the couch together to watch his favorite movie, his tension seems greatly diminished. But, youâre not quite done with him yet.Â
Your legs and arms now wrapped around him like a koala clinging to a tree, you start kissing him on the cheek over and over again.Â
âYouâre ridiculous,â he says as he rolls his eyes at you, but the smile on his face tells you heâs thoroughly enjoying being showered with affection.Â
âJust making sure you know how much I love you,â you state matter-of-factly, nuzzling your face into his neck and kissing him there too.Â
He lets out an involuntary giggle. âHey, that tickles!â
You softly turn his face toward yours, your nose pressed against his so you can stare eye-to-eye with him.Â
âReally, though - I appreciate you so much. I donât tell you nearly enough.â
His face begins to turn pink. âYouâre being far too nice to me, I havenât even been around all that much because of schedule and-â
You smush his lips with your hand, cutting him off mid-sentence. âHush. Donât be so hard on yourself, you have nothing to apologize for.â
âI just-â
You kiss him to shut him up. Itâs been a hot minute since you two have had any quality time together, nevermind anything alone and intimate. You savor the softness of his lips, lightly stroking his hair as you kiss him slowly, your nose pressed gently against his. You always love the way he holds you tightly when kissing you, squeezing your body into his as he rubs your back. Before long, though, your soft and sweet kisses turn into full-blown making out - both of you grasping at each other needily, neither one of you wanting to spend one millimeter apart.Â
Your hand makes its way down his torso - resting on his chest, then his stomach, then to the band of his underwear. You pause, fiddling with the hem for a few moments (you canât help but tease him a little bit). He breaks away from your lips, a slight smirk on his face he places his hand on yours, continuing it further downward onto the bulge forming underneath the fabric. He lets out a low hum as you begin to caress him, the semi-hard bulge almost instantly turning into a full-blown erection.Â
âMy babyâs been so tense lately,â you coo at him. You pull his underwear down, his cock springing up onto his stomach. Leaning into his ear, you whisper, âBut luckily I know a great way to relieve stress.â
He moans as you begin to stroke his length.Â
âDoes that feel good, love?â
âMmm yeah, feels amazingâŚâ he mutters, his usual soft, mellow voice turned low and husky.Â
His cock begins to glisten with precum as you continue stroking - you feel your pussy becoming wetter by the second as well, but your focus right now is on Jeonghan.Â
You move down, positioning yourself between his legs, taking his cock in your hand as you place the tip in your mouth. You swirl your tongue over the head, causing him to groan as he lazily places his hand on top of your head. You take his length in your mouth, swallowing all of it.Â
âOhmygoddd,â he mumbles. âItâs been too long, baby.â
You slide his cock out of your mouth, gazing up at him as you lick up and down his entire length a few times, stopping only to take his balls in your mouth as you stroke him with one hand. You resume sucking his cock as the hand resting on your head begins to tighten its grip - that and the soft moans coming out of him tell you heâs close already.Â
His tip hits you in your throat nicely, the choking sensation turning you on even more. You sneak your hand down to your cunt, moaning as you feel its wetness and gently begin touching your clit. Jeonghanâs moans have quickly become much louder - you know heâs about cum. A few more good pumps and you feel his cock begin to twitch, the thick ropes of his release hitting the back of your throat. He holds your head down as he finishes - you continue sucking on him to ensure his pleasure to the fullest. His body relaxes as he comes down; you slowly pull your mouth off his cock, making sure you get every single last drop of his cum. He lifts his head up slightly, looking at you through heavy eyelids - you swallow, then open your mouth, sticking your tongue out, to show him its vacancy. His head plops back down onto the pillow, a contented smile on his face - you havenât seen him this relaxed in weeks. Your mission accomplished, you crawl back up the bed to cuddle up beside him again, but as you do he abruptly rolls you over, laying on top of you as he pins your arms down to the bed by your wrists. You must look surprised, because he grins at you - giving you that sly look of his that means heâs about to have a little fun with you.Â
âDonât think I didnât see you touching yourself just now, love. What makes you think you get to do my job for me?â
Before you can protest he has one hand at your cunt, swirling your juices around delicately with one finger. You let out a soft whimper, then suddenly a bigger one as his fingertip ever so lightly brushes against your clit, sending a jolt up your spine.Â
âLook how wet you are - choking on my cock turn you on that much, did it?â
You nod, crying out as he slips his finger inside your pussy. He knows how to make you feel incredible with the lightest of touches - but you need more. You roll your hips, your clit softly bumping against his palm, but this just makes him withdraw his finger. You whine as your cunt is far too empty now;Â he tuts at you as he cups your breast, his thumb grazing over your hardened nipple.
âSo needy - isnât that right?â
You nod at him again, but you whine as he pinches your nipple in response.Â
âIâm gonna need more than that if you want me to make you cum, darling.â His lips hover over yours, his voice gravelly.Â
âYou know what I like. I want you to beg for it.â
âPlease, Jeonghan.â
He drags his fingertips lightly over your skin, his hand heading back down where you want it.
âPlease what, my love?â
âI wanna cum - please.â
You moan as the pads of his fingers begin to circle your clit. He kisses you, then scoots down - your cunt now right before his face. He kisses your clit, then inserts two of his fingers - you whimper as he begins to fuck you, his long fingers curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. He teases you, looking like heâs about to put his mouth on you but then just blowing onto your clit gently.Â
âJeonghan please.â
He smirks at you before finally licking your clit, a massive pang firing through your lower abdomen. He swirls his tongue around before taking it in his mouth, sucking intensely. You cry out, feeling your orgasm approaching already. Jeonghan definitely notices; normally, heâd continue teasing you here, taking you nearly to the edge before pausing again and again - but this time he gives in, continuing to fuck you as his mouth refuses to leave your cunt. His free hand presses down on your stomach, and you feel your body tense up, your legs starting to quiver. Before you can even say a word, youâre cumming - your body shaking as shockwaves pulsate throughout, the sensation overwhelming.Â
As you come down, you realize how relaxed you are now too, more than youâve felt in weeks. Seeing Jeonghan so stressed lately must have been subconsciously stressing you out as well. You giggle as he kisses your pussy a few more times before crawling back up to your side, immediately wrapping his arms around you as he draws you into his warm body.Â
âThank you,â he says sleepily. âI really needed that.â
âI did too,â you reply, your head tucked into his neck.Â
You lay there in silence, your breathing synchronized, Jeonghan caressing your back slowly, and slower still as you both drift off to sleep - blissful, relieved, and most importantly: together.Â
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i had this idea pop into my head a couple nights ago and i finally put it into words! hope u all enjoy <33
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yet another meeting.
charlie had gathered everyone in the hotelâs lounge area for a rundown of new team building exercises that she wanted to explain to everyone. it wasnât that you werenât interested in helping out, you were.
it was just the fact that the couch cushions you were currently sat on were providing the utmost comfort and it also wasnât helping that you were trying not to nod off in between sentences â you swear you closed your eyes at âtrust fall exercisesâ and opened them back up at âwriting out your feelings is also importantâ
and then there was the red radio demon you were sat beside.
alastor.
everyone feared his presence, wouldnât dare to even look in his direction. but the way he was with everyone else, he wasnât the same way towards you. you didnât know how to describe it; sitting beside him right now, you felt a sort of⌠warmth. and of course with that usual smile he has plastered on his face, you donât know which emotion heâs feeling.
but it doesnât make you wanna run away and hide. instead, you feel contentment. you feel safe next to him, even though you know that he could have you dead in cold blood within seconds.
and this is perhaps the fifth time heâs watched you, out of the corners of his eyes, nod off for what seems like five seconds, only to almost jolt awake again in what seems like⌠panic? oh you poor little thing.
âyou know, cherâ heâs not even focused on charlieâs tangent anymore, instead on you, the tired little doe that can barely keep her eyes open. he still keeps his eyes trained forward. âif youâre feeling so out of sorts, i could provide you with a tad bit more comfort, if you truly desiredâ his voice is a low whisper, careful not to disturb the other hotel stayers as heâd rather not bring attention to the fact that he maybe cares about someone. how preposterous.
you look up at alastor through your tired eyes. he has one leg crossed over the other, his hands resting on his kneecap â you think he looks so handsome sitting this close to you. he meets your gaze with a turn of his head, careful not to cause such a commotion as he glances between you and his shoulder.
oh?
itâs a very sweet gesture. especially coming from the radio demon himself because you know he hates when people invade his privacy. and even though youâve always wondered what itâs like to fully be in his touchâŚ
youâre scared, shy, all of the above.
and you think the dust of pink on your cheeks gives it all away.
âno need to get so bashful on me, sweetheart, itâs just a simple gesture. besides i canât have a belle like you being exhausted all day, now can i, hm?â
alastor trains his focus back towards charlie as you shyly take his offer, slowly laying your head down on his suit-clad shoulder and itâs⌠very cozy, you decide. the small amount of contact feels very serene as you nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder. and god forbid anyone looks in your direction, otherwise you probably wouldnât hear the end of it. especially angel dust whoâs been bugging you about your little crush on the radio demon.
you decide to go a bit further and link your arm around his, only for a bit more warmth your mind declares is the perfect excuse while your heart fluttering in your tummy, watching for any disapproval alastor has. but he shows none. itâs the greatest feeling in the world to be this close to him. you shouldnât get used to this⌠but god, do you want to, so bad.
âyou gonna put me to bed too after this?â you whisper jokingly in alastorâs ear, seeing his ear twitch just the slightest. how can an overlord be this adorable?
âdonât push your luck, cherâ
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Ok, these time rate me the Jade WInglets
I've been sitting on this work-in-progress picture for so many months now. Maybe if I post it here, I'll finally sit down and finish it.
Very long post incoming.
Discussing the Jade Winglet
Okay. So, you want me to rate the Jade Winglet group. Thatâs going to be very easy: I love all of them.
Itâs also going to be extraordinarily hard because... well... I love all of them. How am I supposed to put them into an ordered list? It canât be done. So I guess what Iâm going to do is: First I will put them into a tier list, and then Iâm going to just talk about each of them individually for a bit.
But on account of aforementioned adoration I have for all of these guys, said tier list is going to be very lopsided. The tiers are going to be âI adore them with the intensity of seven sunsâ, âI really like themâ, and âI very much like them, but...â. Youâre going to have to imagine that there are five or so more unused tiers below that.
Letâs unceremoniously get that ranking out of the way first. From top to bottom, the tiers are:
I adore Turtle, Qibli, and Winter.
I really like Moonwatcher, Kinkajou, and Peril.
I very much like Umber and Carnelian.
As for more in-depth commentary, here is a disclaimer: When I think about these guys I mostly consider books 6 (Moon Rising) to 9 (Talons of Power) and the first half of 10 (Darkness of Dragons). The second half of 10... if Iâm being honest, I didnât really enjoy it. I donât want to go into it too much here, if you really want me to talk about my misgivings with the second arc finale, put a message about it in my inbox (itâs not just the obvious thing; it actually mostly pertains to Winter and the absolute nightmare ending he got saddled with, and some very unfortunate character implications).
Some of my musings are also going to be a bit critical. I just want it to be clear that I make these observations as a fan of the series. Itâs a good practice to think critically even about media that you like. It helps you better understand why you like it in the first place. Also, I make no demands to be agreed with. This is just how I see it.
Anyway, enough stalling, letâs get into it. Not in order:
Turtle
CW: Parental abuse
Turtle is the most wonderful thing to ever happen in the history of the universe. I wake up every morning and the first thought in my head is âUgh, another day in this backwards reality where Turtle is not real! No thanks!!â Then I go right back to sleep disappointed until the next day. Okay, maybe thatâs a bit hyperbolic. But I do think that everyoneâs lives would be greatly improved if Turtle was real.
Turtle is a very vibrant and insightful character who, much like Winter, is unfortunately cursed with a pair of malicious and incompetent "parents". Some of his scenes really hurt to get through if youâre a parent yourself or have ever had parental feelings. The first scene he is in, when Moon observes him arriving at the academy, his mother makes a passing comment about how Turtle has no value because he cannot inherit the throne. Turtle is within earshot when she does this. And he has no overt reaction to it, which to me hints that Coral asserts this about her male children so frequently that he has accepted her line of thinking and internalized it. He just accepts it as the truth. That is heartbreaking.
And then there is his father, mild-mannered and ostensibly gentle Gill, who killed Turtleâs budding interest in writing as well as the entirety of his self-confidence back when he was a kid, by assigning a little boy a task that was well beyond him (and only to him, even though there were more people present who could have helped), and then made him believe he killed his unborn sister when Turtle inevitably couldnât do what he was asked. The narrative really tries to make Gill sympathetic in that moment by insisting heâs speaking in anger and doesnât really mean it, but um, no. I donât buy it, dude. You just gave a little kid a lifelong guilt complex because you couldnât think of asking more people for help. Or taking the egg with you while you left the hatchery. Or telling Turtle to take a message to the palace guard so someone who didnât still have their milk teeth could mount a proper, organized search while interim guards were posted in the hatchery. Or literally any of the thousands of other options that didnât require traumatizing your own son.
As a result, Turtle became emotionally reclusive. He registers to others as dull, placid, unpassionate, and boring, like he cares about nothing and is content to never strive for or achieve anything in his life. He himself explains that writing used to be something he was into at some point, but then lost interest in. But I donât think he has. He still loves literature and thinking about stories, he's still doing it in his internal monologue. He just denies it because he subconsciously feels the need to punish himself. I imagine he still gets that drive sometimes, to sit down and start writing again. But every time he thinks about it, or catches himself wanting anything, his fatherâs voice resurfaces in his mind, telling him that he killed his sister and doesnât deserve it. And then he self-punishes by depriving himself of everything he loves doing and every positive emotion associated with it. Because he is convinced he is guilty for failing his father, when in actuality, the opposite is true.
The tragedy is that, if Gill had known how much damage he caused and wasnât in a situation where he needed a flowchart to keep his 30+ sons apart, he probably would have apologized. He doesnât strike me as malicious, just horribly, horribly incompetent as a parent. But as things played out, Gill is no longer able to fix his mistake. The only person who can now grant Turtle the forgiveness he needs is himself. I hope he will be able to do it.
Turtle truly is an endearing character and a wonderful son undeserved by his parents. If I could adopt him right now I would. In fact, Iâm gonna do it. Hold on while I get the papers. Wait, I have to finish? Uh... okay.
Moonwatcher
In a sense, Moonwatcher may be the most interesting character in the entire cast. She certainly had the potential to be my favorite character period. But there are a few points holding her back.
The thing about Moonwatcher is that, more than any other character, she requires meticulous care and attention to detail to be written well. The reason for this is that, when youâre writing for Moon, you also technically write for every character she interacts with. She is written brilliantly in her own book, since the narrative is allowed to focus on her; Moon Rising may thus actually be my favorite book of the second arc. Itâs very enrapturing, seeing her navigate the academyâs social dynamics after growing up as, essentially, a feral jungle child, and battling with her own feelings of loneliness and inadequacy.
The thing is though... Wings of Fire has a bit of an odd quirk. Something Iâve noticed with regards to its writing is that, whenever a character is not particularly in focus during a scene, they often get reduced to their most basic traits and will rigidly act according to them regardless of prior context or external factors. I call this phenomenon âAuto-pilotâ. If youâve read my Mail Call #3, this is what I think happened to Tsunami during the second arcâTsunamiâs basic traits are that she is bossy, emotional, and blunt, so she spends the entirety of her page time as a deep-sea-themed wrecking ball who yells at everyone and dismisses everything as âugh, nightwing powersâ and âPeril was bad in book 1 once, I hate her foreverâ, despite having other, more pressing matters to prioritize.
Whenever Moonwatcher gets set to auto-pilot, it is very depressing. She needs careful, attentive writing to shine, and whenever she doesnât get it she turns from the most interesting character into a dull brick that recites exposition and occasionally exists to be fawned after by boys. Tragically, the auto-pilot hits her bad after Winterâs book is done, and she never manages to escape it afterwards, save for maybe one or two scenes. There is a particularly egregious example in book 10 that, in my opinion, does permanent, irreversible damage to her character. Itâs all a bit soul-crushing if dwelt on.
So yeah, I like Moonwatcher. I really do. I just wish the strong way she was written could have carried through the entire arc.
Winter
CW: Parental abuse
I initially didnât really know what to make of Winter when I read Moonâs book. He seemed kind of like a buttface who was needlessly hostile and unapproachable. But he really comes into his own in his book, and looking back at his earlier scenes with that new context makes it all make sense. He became one of my stand-out favorites after that.
Winter really has a lot in common with Turtle, so much so that I wish those two actually had some deeper interactions with each other. Like, at one point Turtle saves his life, youâd think they would want to talk about that some time. Where Turtleâs parents are one half malicious, one half incompetent, Winterâs are pure malice AND incompetence. Blessed with three children, they managed to completely ruin one of them, almost ruin the other, and then the third one is kind of out of focus so I donât know how he is faring, but I doubt there is a lot of love there either.
In a way, you can draw a lot of parallels between Winter and Icicle, and Zuko and Azula from Avatar: The Last AirbenderâThe unfavorite who tries to do right but constantly fails to live up to his fatherâs/parents' warped standards, and the prodigy who seemingly has her fatherâs/parents' approval but secretly suffers from the abusive parenting just as much, but in different ways. Hailstorm then tries to take on the role of Iroh, an older figure that acts as a source of positivity and genuine love, and offers a reprieve from the abuse. But where Iroh is an adult drawing from a lifetime of wisdom, Hailstorm is just the slightly older sibling who comes from the same abusive household battling the same demons, so his effectiveness in countering the toxicity is limited.
Where Zuko pursues honor, Winter strives to be strong. Both his parents and his sister perceive him as weak and label him irrelevant. While this hurts him deeply, I donât think Winter fully surrendered to his inferiority complex until he heard his brother mirror the same sentiment at him. Winter is repressed and struggles with processing his emotionsâThus he heard the words Hailstorm only said to save his life and took them at face value. Even the person he loves the most, the only source of affection and affirmation in his life, thinks he is weak. This is what drives Winter to feverishly desire strength and thus adopt a persona of the strongest thing he knows: a stoic Icewing warrior.
This is why he acts the way he does in book 6: aloof, threatening, unapproachable, invincible. But all of these traits are diametrically opposed to his actual personality, which is warm, compassionate, and just wanting to be loved for who he is. So whenever Moon reads his mind, he comes across as a confused mess of conflicting emotions. Because he is pretending to be something he isnât.
The interesting thing here is that Winter actually is genuinely strong. He is just unable to recognize his own worth, due to the toxic way royal Icewings are raised, warping his perception of what strength means. When he meets Foeslayer, who is said to be an ancient enemy of his people, his mind cuts through the veneer of tradition and old bullshit justifications and sees her imprisonment for the cruel injustice that it is. He then undoes that injustice and frees her. It takes an incomprehensible amount of personal integrity and willpower to just casually defy the will of your entire country like that. This is equivalent to treason; by aiding her, Winter risks becoming an enemy of his people on par with Foeslayer herself. And he does it anyway, because it is the right thing to do.
This dissonance in his perception of strength with regards to his Icewing upbringing, and the actual strength he embodies and has embodied all this time, is something I would have liked to see explored more in the finale or something. As it stands now, he got pressured into putting his life on the line in the battle for Jade Mountain, has sworn loyalty to a people that mistreated him and tried to ruin him from a young age, and then got saddled with an existential nightmare of an ending that leaves me baffled to this day.
In terms of personal misfortune, he certainly is the Starflight of his group.
Qibli
CW: Parental abuse
Qibli is a very charming and versatile character. It is easy to imagine him in a variety of different situations and the scenes almost write themselves, especially when thereâs another person with him whom he can bounce off of (figuratively, though I wouldnât put it past him to try to literally bounce off of someone too). The 10th book posits him as some kind of parallel to Darkstalker; the latter even overtly states this and tries to recruit him as a manner of apprentice. Itâs interesting because I think they are actually pretty different.
Qibli excels in situations where his options are limited. He is great at thinking on his feet and coming up with solutions to problems within a restricted framework. He'd be great in an escape room. This ability of his is shown throughout the arc, but it is especially visible in Moon Rising, where his presence in a scene often makes Moon stronger, or more adept at solving problems, because his mind is breaking down the situation for her in a way she would be unable to see on her own.
The twist then comes in when you take Qibli out of that limited framework, by giving him power. His pronounced intellect is very peculiar; it needs limitation to be brilliant. When he has unhindered access to all-powerful magic (i.e. doesnât have to clear his ideas with another person), he turns into a colossal idiot who buries cities in sand and almost blows up inhabited mountains.
It only follows that, if you were to give Qibli what he wants and make him an animus, it would absolutely ruin him. The great intellect he cultivated would wither and, unshackled from the limitations that forced him to think critically and be his most excellent self, he would end up destroying himself, and likely others too.
Another interesting facet of Qibli is how he works as a parallel to Winter and Turtle (and Peril to an extent). All of these characters come from broken homes and have suffered under abusive parental figures. Qibliâs case in particular is interesting because it showcases how your circumstances can make a difference in how well you handle that issue. Qibli suffered under a tyrannical mother and a pair of cruel siblings, but in contrast to his peers, someone from the outside noticed his suffering was able to interveneâThorn saved him from his hell and became his rescue parent, restoring his confidence and sense of self-worth.
Because of this, when his turn comes to confront his demons, while it is still difficult and painful (because trauma always is), he is able to navigate the confrontation with comparatively more grace and control than the others. The contrast really shows how difficult it is to escape a toxic relationship if you are still mired deeply within it, and how you need to put some distance between yourself and it before you can see where you are and what needs to be done with improved clarity. That is the path to healing.
I could probably keep talking about Qibli for 15 more paragraphs, but Iâll spare you.
Kinkajou
Every protagonist (and a good deal of side characters) in Wings of Fire is broken, usually has some kind of gut-wrenching past (often due to terrible parents), and struggles to find their place in the world. Luckily here is a pink-and-yellow Rainwing who is just happy and everything is fantastic and wholesome, right?
CW: Forced starvation
Nah, Kinkajou had it pretty rough too. The story plays it like itâs a humorous quip when she finds out Moonwatcher is her roommate and bemoans that nobody is taking her âtraumaâ seriously, but... yeah, it actually is legitimate trauma. She was captured, bound, and trapped on a hell island without sunlight for several weeks. While there, she was not fed, and she helplessly watched people whom she knew from early childhood starve and die. Death by starvation is not pretty, she likely had to witness her friends slowly being driven mad by hunger until they withered away, and couldnât do anything about it. Then she was rescued and returned to a home that didnât believe her pain was real, that claimed she made it up for attention, and that some people who she thought of as friends didnât even notice she was gone. The only one who believed her was a stranger whom she had met maybe a few hours ago.
Personally, if that happened to me and I came home to that, Iâd likely have pulled a Chameleon and said âScrew the Rainwings, Iâm moving to the desert.â
That Kinkajou is still able to be positive and full of energy after that is a testament to her immense mental fortitude. She might actually be one of the most stable and resilient characters in the story. Some things shake her up for a bit, but nothing can crush her.
Still, I imagine there are some times, after a really bad day maybe, where she wakes up in the middle of the night. And there, for just a moment, she is scared to open her eyes... because she might be back on the Nightwing island and has to watch someone else die.
Peril
Peril is a bit of an odd case in arc 2. She gets grouped with the protagonists of that arc and the ending implies she is integrated into the Jade Winglet as their new Skywing. I have no real problem with that, in fact itâs good on her that sheâs made a little less isolated. But to me, Peril always felt like an awkward appendix to that group. Her only real friend in there is Turtle; for the rest of them they feel more like vague acquaintances, like she's tolerated for being Turtle's friend.
To be fair though, that friendship with Turtle is really strong; itâs an exciting and deep character dynamic. But if I was forced to tie Peril to a group of protagonists, my first instinct would be to associate her with the first arc protagonists instead.
This poor girl has been through it. Everyone seems to hate her and wants her to leave, sometimes for understandable reasons and sometimes it just seems bizarre. I already went into Tsunamiâs disdain for her in an earlier post, but I also vaguely remember a point in Escaping Peril where she meets Qibli and he gives her a withering glare for some reason. That confused me, to be honest. I thought âWhatâs YOUR problem with her? Have you ever even met??â Like, I guess the Outclaws were in direct conflict with Burn since they lived in the same country, and Peril was an infamous elite combatant under the command of one of Burnâs allies, so maybe Peril killed people he knew? But then he gets over his disdain really quickly and with no comment, so whatever happened canât have been a big deal after all.
My favorite part in her book is when everyone--after having learned about Turtleâs powers--chews him out for not having helped his country during the war, and Peril cuts through the tripe by saying something along the lines of âSo if he uses the power he was born with to serve his Queen it is honorable, but when I do the same for my Queen Iâm a murderer and deserve to have things thrown at me?â I love all of these guys, but they really deserved to be called out for their double standard and feel stupid for a bit.
But yeah, I really enjoy her friendship with Turtle in the end. And since he accidentally made himself virtually indestructible, it means Peril can now get all the friendly hugs she craves.
Umber
Umber is cool. He has a potentially interesting relationship with Turtle, which is implied in the latterâs book when it is mentioned that they sleep with their backs touching to comfort each other about their respective siblings not being there.
Unfortunately he gets written out of the story arc very quickly. I wish I knew more about him.
Carnelian
I like Carnelian. I feel like she had a lot of potential that gets wasted by her death, for not much gain. It is used to give Queen Ruby a reason to come to Jade Mountain and kickstart the events of Perilâs book, but the same could have been accomplished by having her learn that the Academy is housing Peril and going there to demand the extradition of a (in her eyes) dangerous and murderous fugitive.
Same as with Umber, really, I wish I knew more about her. I already said this during my Smaugust drawing session, but I like to pretend that she and Bigtail didnât die, and instead had a mini arc about recovering from their injuries. It also has the side effect of averting some very unfortunate implications that come with Bigtailâs death.
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I think thatâs all of them. Good lord I talk too much. Please donât throw crocodiles at my face for it. Tumblr is my queen, and--much like the Queen's former champion--I was made to do it.
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The guilt was eating you up.
Not in a âI watched my two closest friends fuck on live and invaded their privacyâ way but in a âI want to watch all of their other content even though I know itâs wrongâ kind of way.
After about a week and a half, Eddie and Steve figured you werenât sick or even busy. They knew something was up with you, but they could not figure out what.
Both of the boyâs cared for you deeply, and your presence was greatly missed. Eddie found himself just moping in bed, aimlessly plucking at his guitar strings while Steve had baked the entire kitchen full.
Their streaming schedule even became thrown off, only down to one stream per week instead of their regular three.
They were grieving their friendship with you because they just did not know what they could have done to make you suddenly so distant.
Steve proposed that you might be seeing someone new and didnât want them in your business.
Though he proposed the possibility, it made his heart hurt to think about.
Eddie decided it was possible and fair, but he couldnât help but wish it werenât true.
You were one of the only people who understood and accepted him no matter what. He didnât want to lose you. He cursed himself for never speaking up about his feelings.
Hell, if Steve didnât make a move, he wouldnât have ever told him how he felt.
Frankly, the boy felt like a coward, and he felt like he was getting the short end of the stick in all of this.
Of course he knew how much Steve liked you as well, but he was better with rejection and acceptance.
So here were Eddie and Steve laying in bed after filming a scene. Though Eddie tended to be the more dominant one, Steve was always more than happy to give him extra aftercare.
He needed it more, especially now. Steve stroked his hair as he sighed loudly.
âEddieâŚâ Steve began.
âThereâs just no way, right? I meanâŚI thought she liked you at least,â he started.
âEddie.â
âYouâre the prettiest boy Iâve ever seen, Steve. She, fuck, I can see it in her eyes she wants to fuck you,â he huffed.
âYouâre handsome too, Eddie. I always figured she had a crush on you, yâknow. Felt out of place untilâŚI didnât,â he smiled then frowned.
âWe gotta do something. We gotta go talk to her, Steve!â he perked up.
âIs that not what weâve been trying to do all week?â
âYeah, but we left when she asked us to last time,â he said as he bit his lip in thought, âHow about we give her one more week to come to her senses. If she doesnât, we will not leave her doorstep until we get some fucking answers.â
Steve couldnât help but smile at the ridiculous plan, though he knew it might very well work.
âHey, donât give me that fucking look. I miss her. I miss my y/n.â
â˘â˘â˘
Sure enough, you avoided them for the entirety of the week they gave you.
Time had passed by dreadfully slow for all of you, but Eddie now had a plan. He planned to execute it too now that heâs found out from Robin that you had been going in to work regularly for the past two weeks. So you were, in fact, not sick. All that was left to do now was convince Steve to follow through.
âSo let me get this straight,â Steve started, âWe are to go to her home, bang on her door, and âdemandâ she let us in?â
Eddie, who was biting nails as he faced away from Steve, turned around dramatically.
âYes!â
âWhat if she just doesnât, though?â
âWell, I figure youâre sporty right?â he shrugged. âBig strong muscles and all that.â
âSo if she doesnât let us in, you want me to force my way in?â
âExactly!â
âEddie.â
âLook, itâs going to work. It has to,â he sighed.
âBut this feels kinda wrong,â Steve reasoned.
âDoes it?â he dragged out as he squinted.
âYes.â Steve responded sternly.
He just yanked his jacket from the couch and pulled Steve along.
âLetâs go!â
â˘â˘â˘
Three knocks were heard at your door. It was seven at night, but it was still pretty bright out. You figured it could have been the same kid who asks you to buy girl scout cookies every single day at sunset.
You flung open the door.
âLook Abby, I canât afford to keep buy-,â you cut yourself off. âOh.â
Eddie and Steve stood on your doorstep looking more nervous than you had ever seen them before.
âUhm guys, Iâm sick,â you said before fake coughing, hoping theyâd still believe it.
âCut the bullshit, Y/n. Robin told us youâve been going to work every day this week, and you took no days off last week either,â Steve spoke. âYouâre ignoring us.â
âNo, no! Itâs just-â
âJust be honest with us! Are you seeing someone!â Eddie blurted.
âUhm? What! No! Why?â you replied as you unconsciously opened your door more.
âWell, youâve been ignoring us for weeks!â he continued urgently.
You sighed and opened the door more.
âCome in.â
Steve and Eddie scrambled in awkwardly. They both stood with their hands awkwardly in their pockets, shoulders touching.
You stood with your mouth folded inward, awkward as well.
Steve decided to speak up.
âWhyâve you been ignoring us, Y/n?â Steve started, âI mean, if you arenât seeing anyone, I see no valid reason for essentially ghosting us.â
Your mouth gaped. You were at a loss for words.
âAre youâŚdid we do something wrong? You can tell us, or you can at least tell me,â Eddie sympathized as he stepped closer to you.
âEddie, itâs not-â
âWas it me then?â Steve spoke up, insecurity plaguing his tone.
âSteve, no,â you said as you looked towards Steve with pleading eyes.
âThen what is it!â Eddie found his voice escalating.
âPlease, Y/n. Please just say some-â
âI saw your livestream!â you blurted due to the heat of the burning questions.
Both of the boyâs faces fell, color draining from them. Eddie backed towards Steve before looking at him in panic, then back to you.
âUhm, how long-which one did you, uhm, see?â Eddie asked nervously, not able to meet your eyes.
âLook, Iâve only seen one. It was like a week ago, sometime early in the week. I donât know,â you sighed.
Their eyes widened more as they fully turned to look at each other now.
âLook, I donât judge you guys or anything,â you rushed, âI just saw it, and I felt like I just invaded your privacy. Iâm sorry, and I completely support your relationship, whatever that may be.â
Steveâs brows raised, and Eddie stood there silent and frozen.
You had no chance to read anything from their expressions, but your chest was clenching. You were lying through your teeth because this hurt like hell. You had been confirmed that they were seeing each other in some sort of way, and despite the little piece of you that wanted to believe they were longing for you, you just figured it was time to be rational with yourself.
Eddie scanned Steveâs eyes for any discomfort because though he loved you so much, he also loved Steve. He knew Steve deserved to have his feelings considered in this situation as well.
Steve gave a small nod towards Eddie causing Eddie to sigh. Eddie turned back towards you, stepping closer and grabbing your hand loosely.
âDid you like it?â Eddie asked just above a mumble.
You were taken aback. You rapidly blinked as you tried to think of an answer. Steve shot a small half-smile in your direction.
âI mean, I guess? Is that okay?â you spoke.
The room was stark silent again, and you began to fidget.
âYes, thatâs okay!â Eddie accidentally shouted. âThatâs so okay.â
âPerfect even,â Steve chimed in and you let out the breath you had not known you had been holding.
âSo how long have you guys beenâŚâ
âWell, me and Steve have been âinvolvedâ since about his senior year of highschool,â Eddie began as he went to sit on your couch, Steve following suit.
âWhat?â you questioned, genuinely shocked.
âYeah, I mean it was just that I bought weed from him at school, then it progressed from me buying weed to smoking with him, then I would hang out at his house, so on and so forth. We became friends yada yada. I realized I liked him, so I went for it. It was already rumored he was a queer,â Steve explained. You just nodded along because this was something Eddie kept from you for a long time. Longer than you thought.
âYeah, I turned him gay,â Eddie smiled.
âSo you both are gay?â you asked in shock because Eddie had never told you this, and now you felt delusional for thinking either of them had feelings towards you. You unconsciously bit your lip and looked away as tears welled in your eyes. How could you have been so stupid and oblivious.
âWell, no,â Eddie spoke up, âWe arenât completely gay.â
âOh,â you murmured trying to sound as normal as you could.
âYeah,â Steve said and looked to Eddie who gave him a small smile before turning back in your direction, âWeâre not completely gay. Iâm bisexual I think itâs called and Eddie isâŚwell heâs just Eddie. See thatâs where you come in, babe.â
Steve smiled nervously at you, and Eddie was now fiddling with his hair (something he only did when he was really nervous.)
You slowly turned your head back in the boyâs direction as Steve continued.
âSo I know Iâm not completely gay because Iâve liked girls, and I actually like one right now. Eddie also is not gay becauseâŚwell heâs in love with you.â
Your brows raised as every stage of grief went through you, visibly. Eddie was at the edge of the couch, legs bouncing nervously while Steve sat with a face of utter confidence.
âI-but-you-dating?â you stumbled out pointing back and forth towards the two of them.
âYeah we kinda are, but if Iâm being honest, Eddie has probably loved you way before he started liking me,â Steve chuckled.
âWhat? For how long, Eddie?â you said as your brows furrowed. Eddie who usually had a big mouth was now sat silent.
âIâd probably say since you both were like little babies from the way he talks abo-,â Steve looked at Eddie who now stared at him with wide eyes, âUhm, Iâll let him talk now.â
âEddie?â you spoke softly, âIâŚis this true?â
âI-yes. Yes itâs true. Iâve loved you since, fuck, since I met you. You remember those little fuckers were hassling you because they thought you ate their little fruit snacks, but then I told them I did it,â he cracked a smile.
âYeah and shared them with me when we got put in time out. I remember,â you smiled as you looking into his eyes, subconsciously scooting closer to the both of them.
âI love you, Y/n. I really do.â
You smiled at him until you remembered Steve was sitting right beside him and that you had very strong feelings for him as well.
âBut what about you two? You canât love me and be dating someone else, Ed. Right?â you asked as you looked towards Steve.
âRight, about that, look Steve has always known Iâve loved you. Itâs just that over time as we hung out, we began to like each other on a more intimate level. Honestly, he asked me out, and I would have never even tried to ask him out. Thatâs how it was with you. If it werenât for Steve, I would be passing up two of the greatest things to ever happen in my life. I told Steve that I loved you, and that I could see myself loving him,â he explained.
âYes and I was okay with that. From the beginning, I always knew. Iâve always noticed you to be honest, Y/n. You stood out to me as well as Eddie. I wanted to get to know you too,â Steve smiled.
You felt so overwhelmed with emotions. This was so much to take in and so suddenly. Youâd loved Eddie for the majority of your life, and you were beginning to love Steve. You felt your chances with either one of them was already just too good to be true, but now you had both of them confessing to you.
âOh IâŚEddie I love you too,â you smiled, âand Steve, I like you so much. The way I felt about you both is so strong itâs actually physically aggravating. I knew you two were involved even before I found your streams, and I just backed off. Figured it would be easier to deal with. Itâs selfish, but I couldnât imagine being without the either of you,â you chuckled.
âNot selfish at all, honey,â Steve reassured, âHonestly, I think Eddie here shouldâve spoken up a long time ago. Pussy.â
âShut the fuck up!â he retaliated and shoved Steve.
âOkay before you start bickering like children, I do a have question,â you interrupted.
âWhatâs that, pretty?â Eddie smiled.
âThe streaming thingâŚhow long have you been doing that?â you asked genuinely curious. Youâd noticed when Eddie started to buy more expensive things, but you doubt thatâs when things started up for them.
âWell honestlyâŚright after graduation. I mean I was 20 and fresh out of highschool. Not too many options for me out there in the world, so I started steaming. Steveâs parents kind of threw him out a few months after that and was couch hopping really, but after a while I told him what I did for money. Thatâs when he joined, and our audience grew, as well as our bank accounts. Now we have a home that we both can feel safe in. And we get to have hot, hot sex to pay the bills,â he smirked. Steve shoved him.
âSo, what are you thinking?â Steve asked.
You shook your head in silence, âWhy didnât you tell me this earlier, you idiots?â
Eddie couldnât help but crack a large smile and shook his head.
âI donât know because weâre stupid maybe. I do know that I really want to fucking kiss you right now, though.â
âOh! Okay. Yeah, yes!â you rambled.
Eddie smiled towards you bringing his hands up to cup your face in his hands. Your gaze fell down to him lips before you leaned in. His lips were eager against yours, kiss sloppy and passionate at the same time.
You brought your fingers up to his hair, tugging loosely eliciting a moan from him. You remembered their stream and how big of a slut Eddie seemed for it.
You pulled away quite suddenly, wanting to admire the boyâs flushed face. His lips were slightly red and wet, still puckering.
You guided his face to the side so that you could see Steveâs expression from his spot on the couch.
âCâmere, pretty boy,â you commanded softly. The boy scooted closer to the two of you and you cupped his chin lightly before grazing your thumb over his bottom lip.
You slowly leaned into him. The kiss you two shared was slow and soft, more organized.
âWanted to kiss you since I met you,â Steve admitted.
âI always want to kiss you, Y/n. Fuck itâs so stupid now to think, but we used to do these little things in our streams in hopes that you would see them and- fuck itâs so stupid. Youâve always been right here, and Iâve always just been a coward,â Eddie said shamefully.
You quickly swooped in to now cup his face, âEddie, if anyone was the coward, it was me. I had two boys in front of me that I felt absolutely crazy about, and I did nothing about it because of my own insecurities. Youâre brave, Ed. Both of you are. You share your most intimate moments to hundreds and thousands of people every week. Thatâs hot and really fucking brave.â
Eddie nodded with a smile on his face.
âI want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck Steve. IâŚitâs all I find myself thinking about,â he admitted. You smiled towards him as you pet his hair.
âYou alright with that, Steve?â you asked out of concern. You wanted to make sure Steve was on board with everything as well. Poor boy didnât deserve to ever feel left out.
âFuck, yes! Have you seen our streams? Pretty sure I beg for it more than Eddie does.â
âSo the âmommyâ thingâŚyou like that more than Eddie here too or what?â you teased.
âI-â
Steveâs cheeks blushed a deep red.
âAw, look at that. Stevie wants you to be his mommy,â Eddie pouted sarcastically.
âShut the fuck up, Eddie,â Steve gritted out. You pouted towards the boy.
âAw, none of that honey. Be a good boy for mommy, hm?â you reached out to cradle his chin in your hand.
Steve visibly softened and nodded.
âEddie, kiss him to make up for being a bully,â you commanded suddenly, now beginning to grow into the dominant role. You also just really wanted to see them kiss.
Eddie quickly moved over towards Steve. He hovered over him before leaning down to press a hot kiss onto the boyâs lips.
He absolutely ravished the boy. You could feel the hunger they had for each other in the air, and it made you throb.
Eddie crawled onto his lap in a haste, hands traveling from Steveâs perfectly styled hair down to his chest.
Steve wrapped his arms around the boyâs torso before reaching to remove his shirt. Eddie quickly yanked it over his own head and moved on to removing Steveâs shirt.
You could feel your arousal pool in your panties it seemed.
Eddie began to grind down onto Steveâs lap, and light moans escaped Steveâs mouth.
You decided now was the time to interrupt.
âAlright, Eddie. Donât hog all the fun,â you smirked as you sat beside Steve, âMommy deserves to have fun too. Right, Steve?â
Steve nodded adoringly as he stared up at you. Eddie moved from his lap and began sloppily kissing over the boyâs shoulder and chest.
âWant you on me, mommy,â he whined as he tugged you onto him, âWant you here so bad. Always want you.â
âSteve,â you chuckled, âIâm too heavy for that, love.â
Steve eyed you then looked over towards Eddie before shaking his head and giggling. He pulled you down onto him suddenly and positioned you to a more comfortable position.
âSee, baby. Not too heavy for big, strong Stevie,â Eddie smiled and placed a peck to your lips.
âNow, I donât think that Eddie and I should be the only ones half naked.â Steve smiled up at you.
You sighed and nodded softly. Youâve slept with a few people, but this was so different. This felt much more intimate and exposing. You trusted these boys with your life, but you still couldnât help but think that they might judge you.
You decided to swallow your nerves and fully give into the dominant persona.
âIâll decide when I take anything off,â you scolded as you yanked Steve back by his hair, âUnderstand?â
Steve nodded as his Adamâs apple bobbed.
You let him go and pulled off your t-shirt, leaving you in your lounging bra. You did not expect them to be coming over or for that to lead to fucking.
You threw you shirt off to the side and gulped.
âSo sexy, mommy,â Eddie groaned.
You couldnât help the smile that crept onto your face. You reached out to pull Eddie into a hot kiss.
Steve ground you down onto his lap, and you could feel that he was hard through his jeans. He was so easy. You couldnât help but smirk into the kiss you shared with Eddie.
âHard already?â you joked. He nodded up at you, doe eyes wide. âOkay, pants off.â
You stood up as you watched them scramble to get their pants off. Eddie was the first to shimmy his down his legs, black boxers covering him. Though Steve was quick to unbuckle his pants, he hesitated before pulling them down.
âHey, you okay with this, Steve?â you asked him, concern written all over your face.
âUhm, yeah. Just that IâmâŚIâm not wearing boxersâŚâ he smiled nervously.
âGoing commando?â you smiled.
He looked uneasy, and when you looked over towards Eddie, he was just wearing a proud smug.
He shook his head.
âOh,â you gasped as you realized, âOh.â
Steve nodded before another nervous smile plastered across his face.
âWell, take off your pants, Steve. Lemme see,â you smiled widely.
He gulped before shimmying out of the tight jeans. They always made his ass look so good, you couldnât help but wonder what it looked like bare and in real life.
Under his pants were white, lacy briefs.
âTuh,â you let out and propped yourself onto one leg.
Steve still looked visibly nervous, so you smiled towards him, then towards Eddie.
âEddie,â you started, âGive âem a lil kiss to make him feel better.â
Eddie wasted no time hopping onto Steveâs lap. He began grinding down onto the boy as they kissed messily again. Steve wrapped his arms around the small of Eddieâs back, and groaned into the kiss.
You couldnât help but trail your fingers down to your underwear to rub over your aching clit at the scene. You couldnât even think about shame at this point.
Eddie pulled away from Steve and turned back towards you. He pecked Steveâs lips before getting off of his lap and directing you onto the couch.
You sat down, letting out a heavy sigh as he crawled over you and began to kiss down your neck. Steve who sat to the right of you began to leave soft, sensual kisses down your shoulders and arms as Eddie kissed down your chest.
He massaged your right breast before letting out a groan.
âSuch pretty titties, baby. I love âem. Always wanted to tell you, I was always lookinâ at em. Fuck,â he murmured and pulled your boob out so that it was spilling out over your bra. He quickly latched onto your nipple, moaning at the taste of your skin.
You canât help but moan at the sudden attention to your breasts. They werenât all that sensitive, but the scene itself made your body twitch.
He flicked his tongue over the hardening nipple as he stared up into your eyes.
âSo pretty, Eddie,â you smiled down towards the boy. He looked over to Steve and guided his head towards the nipple that was previously in his mouth.
Steve moaned around your nipple.
Eddie began kissing down your body. He placed multiple kisses over your large tummy, seemingly kissing every stretch mark that lingered the skin.
His hands splayed across your stomach.
As he got down to where your panties rested upon your wide hips, he looked up towards you as he placed slow kisses along your lower stomach.
He used his teeth to pull at the elastic waist band before allowing it to snap back onto your skin.
You couldnât help the gasp that escaped from
your mouth as Steve decided to teasingly bite down on your nipple.
Eddie continued leaving teasing kisses around your lower stomach and hips. You began to lose your patience.
âWonât you hurry things alone, please?â you said demandingly albeit breathlessly.
Eddie smiled mischievously up towards you, âAnything for you, baby.â
He slowly moved the cotton underwear down your legs, slowly revealing your throbbing wetness, hidden away underneath your hair there.
Eddie had grown impatient as more of you were revealed and quickly yanked the panties on down your legs.
Once they were fully off, he pried your legs open and rested his head on your left thigh.
You had no time to be insecure over the fact that you had a steady growing bush down there because as soon as he was settled, Eddie breathed in your scent as he unconsciously bit his lip. He could feel his mouth pooling from the salivating he was doing.
He breathed you in, âSmell so good. I could sit here forever and just breathe you in. Canât believe Iâve been missing out on this.â
He placed kisses onto your thighs and outer lips, tugging at your pubic hairs as well.
You were growing restless, and Steve could sense that. He had moved back up from your chest now, stroking your cheek and pressing light kisses to it.
âStevie, you gotta get down here. Smell so good, not fair of me to have it all to myself, right?â
Steve smiled at you as he nodded. He moved down your body, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, chest, and stomach before he settled on his knees alongside Eddie.
Eddie pulled him into an urgent kiss before pulling your legs farther apart and directing his head in the direction of the sopping pussy sitting in front of them.
Your chest was heaving in impatience. Eddie was petting Steveâs hair as he sweet talked him.
âLook at that fat pussy. So pretty. You ever seen a pussy that pretty, Steve? I sure as hell havenât,â he groaned.
âMm mm, prettiest pussy Iâve ever set my eyes on,â he responded.
You were now so turned on that you contemplated smothering one of them into your wet heat.
âIf one of you donât get to eating my pussy right now, Iâm getting up and fucking my damn self,â you sassed.
Their eyes widened at the sudden outburst and Eddie smiled.
âHm, I suppose we wouldnât want that. Steve, why donât you get the first taste? I know youâre great with your tongue,â Eddie explained, âMade me cum just by eating my ass. Talented little mouth.â
Meanwhile, Steve was turning bright red. The act of eating another manâs ass was already so taboo, and to have Eddie just outright admit to it made him feel a tad shameful.
You smiled down at the boy who looked a bit uneasy. You thumbed at his cheek before guiding his head towards your pussy, âIâll have to be the judge of that now wonât I?â
Steve gave a nervous smile and leaned in. He felt odd. He was a pro at eating pussy, it was his specialty after all. He was never nervous about his performance, yet this felt different.
He swallowed his nerves before wetting his lips. He looked up towards you as he sensually spread your plump outer lips and inched towards your swollen clit.
He gave it a small lick before sucking it into his mouth. You could barely see him over the plushness of your stomach, but that didnât matter because as soon as he created suction around your clit, your head was thrown back and moans were spewing from your mouth.
Eddie caressed your thigh as he pet Steveâs hair.
âDoing so good, huh? Making mommy feel so good?â he praised, âYeah, eat that pussy, baby.â
Eddie was gripping onto your thigh tightly as Steve was swirling his tongue around your clit. He dipped his tongue down towards your dripping hole before licking back up the entirety of your cunt.
The surplus of sensations caused you to grab Eddieâs hand to ground yourself.
âWant you too, Eddie. Want you to eat me,â you breathed out. Eddie smiled up at you.
âYour wish, my command.â
You couldnât help but cringe at the corny statement. Steve even pulled away from you to scold Eddie.
âReally, bro?â
âShut up,â he retaliated and dove into your pussy suddenly.
He flicked his tongue up and down your clit before sucking down on it. He pulled off with a pop and placed a soft kiss to it.
âTaste better than I ever imagined,â he hummed. âI mean, eating ass is great, but pussy just, mmph. Especially mommyâs pussy, right Steve?â
âFuck yes,â he panted, âSo pretty too. Everything about you is just gorgeous.â
Your chest was heaving as you looked down at the two loves of your life.
âOkay, okay. Enough with the flattery. Back to making me cum.â
Eddie smirked and dove right in. Steve, being the competitive boy he was, spread your legs even wider, nudging himself into place.
Both of the boys took turns swiping at your clit. The scene was so erotic that you couldnât help picking up your phone to snap a picture of the boys going to town on your cunt.
âSharing so well. So good for m-mommy,â you spoke brokenly. âFuck, âm close. Gonna make me cum.â
You threw your phone down as the boys sped up their collective motions.
Steve moved to completely suck your clit into his mouth. Just as Eddie was about to slide a finger into your aching hole, your legs began to twitch.
âFuck, Iâm cumming!â you shouted as soon as Eddie managed to fit his entire middle finger into your cunt.
Steve continued is menstruations of slurping on your pussy. The sounds of the lewdness filled the room as he sucked you through your orgasm.
Your body let out a final twitch before you slumped completely back on the couch, pushing Steveâs head away as he was beginning to overstimulate you.
You laid there, chest heaving as you seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness.
Eddie and Steve climbed up towards where you were laid back, and they began pressing comforting kisses to your chubby cheeks.
Eddie, being the dumbass he is, sucked a large portion of your cheek into his mouth before letting go.
âAw, Eddie! What the fuck,â you groaned and went to wipe your cheek.
âDude?â Steve spoke up.
âWhat? You want a kissy too?â he teased. Steve huffed, and you couldnât help but giggle. This caused your thigh to rub up against Steve, more specifically, his hard dick.
âMmph,â he let out. You flinched a little but quickly realized he was so sensitive because he had not cum yet.
You quickly reached out to caress his cheek and pouted at him, âAw, poor baby. You still need to get off, donât you?â
He nodded, giving you his best doe eyes before he panted a quick âyesâ out.
You turned over completely to face Steve, unconsciously giving Eddie full access to your ass.
âHere, letâs get you outtaâ these,â you spoke as you went to tug Steveâs briefs down so that they were just under his balls that sat heavy and taut.
You admired the boyâs length. It was a blushing pink color that, oddly enough, matched the color of his nipples exactly.
You gripped the length and dipped your finger into the tip.
âYouâre leaking,â you smiled as string of the pre connected your finger to the tip as you pulled it away.
âCanât help it,â he replied, already blissed out. He looked down at you with lidded eyes. You brought your hand up to your mouth to spit into it, then you wrapped it around Steveâs dick, giving it two experimental strokes.
âFeel good?â
Steve nodded rapidly.
âGood.â
Eddie was groping the fat of your thighs and trailing his hands up your large tummy before he ended up squeezing your tits in hand.
You continued to stroke Steve, steadily picking up the pace. The boy let out airy little sounds in your ear as his eyes fluttered shut, and he took in the softness of your hands as opposed to Eddieâs usual rough ones.
âSo pretty, Stevie,â you complimented, âIsnât he pretty, Eddie?â
âEh, heâs alright. What about me, baby? Am I pretty?â he asked as he went to grip the entirety of your fat cunt in his hand.
You gasped at the lewd act before moaning from the sensitivity.
âYouâre pretty too, Ed. So pretty and sexy,â you said breathily as you felt the boyâs fingers rub over your clit and begin to prod at your hole.
You turned your attention back to Steve to speed up jerking his dick.
âSo goodâ you whispered just as Eddie slid one finger into you. âFuck, so good.â
âSo tight. Mommyâs so tight, Steve. Would think this was a virgin pussy if I didnât know any better,â Eddie smiled against your skin as he began to finger you rougher, adding a second finger. âWanna fuck you so bad, baby. Can I? Please? Need my dick in you. Need to feel you, make you mine.â
Something about those words triggered you, made you almost insatiable.
âYeah, fuck yeah. Wanna feel you, Ed.â
You took your hand off of Steveâs throbbing cock and pushed away from him so that you could be lying on your back again. You adjusted yourself on the couch so you were seated farther up.
âWant to look in your face while you fuck me.â
âAnything you want, baby.â
This was your first real look at Eddieâs dick. It was cute! He had his hairs neatly trimmed into the shape of bat. You couldnât help but smile at that, and his dick was an angry red color as opposed to Steveâs pretty, pink one.
Steve sat up beside you, wrapping one hand around his cock and the other around your shoulder.
Eddie spread your fat outer lips apart to get a good look at your pussy.
âSo fucking pretty, Mommy,â he smiled down at you as he went to rub his dick against the slickness of your cunt, repeatedly bumping your clit. âNghn, fuck yeah.â
âFuck, want to feel my dick in that warm pussy,â Steve rasped against your neck between kisses he began placing to help ground you.
âYouâll get your turn soon, Stevie,â you assured, âpromise.â
âFuck, I canât wait,â Eddie slid the tip of his cock into you before stopping, âThat good? Is it okay, Mommy?â
You nodded and pushed one of his curls that were dangling in his face behind his ear.
âSo good, baby. Keep goinâ.â
He nodded and continued to push his way into you. He was much more gentler with you than the other couple of guys youâd slept with. They all seemed to treat sex like a race to the finish line, forcing their way in almost, aimlessly thrusting into you, and not really giving a fuck about your pleasure after the initial foreplay.
âFuckkkkkk,â he groaned and bit down on his bottom lip. As he bottomed out, he had to sit still for a moment and turn his focus to the ceiling because the feeling of the girl he loved wrapped tight and hot around his dick and you sitting there kissing his boyfriend as you took his dick was bound to make him cum before he wanted to.
âTake your time, Ed. I know how you get,â Steve smirked teasingly. The two just bantered so much, even in the middle of passionate sex.
âSteve, why donât you fuck Eddie for Mommy? Donât you want to stick your dick somewhere?â you smiled cheekily.
âMm, he doesnât deserve any fucking dick,â Steve mumbled into your neck.
âFuck, if I didnât have my dick in the girl of my dreams right now I swear I wou-â
You cut Eddie off with a warning slap to the cheek before you grabbed his chin and forced his attention onto you.
âShut the fuck up and fuck me like you mean it,â you gritted.
Eddie quickly closed his mouth and nodded. He placed his hands on the back of your couch for more leverage and began to fuck into you at a rougher, faster, more meaningful pace. You were very thankful that the boy was a musician and had rhythm.
âSteve,â you panted, âGet Eddie ready for your dick, or you wonât be cumming at all.
Your eyes held this sense of seriousness in them that turned Steve on beyond belief. He loved to be pushed around and told what to do, and while Eddie was pretty good at it, his demeanor often changed. He was very switchy to say the least.
Steve nodded and got up from his spot beside you to look for a packet of lube he knew Eddie kept in his wallet.
âFuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. I could cream this pussy right now,â Eddie groaned before leaning down to kiss you deeply. He attacked your tongue with his, saliva dripping down both your chins.
Steve settled behind the boy and ripped open the lube packet. He poured a bit of it on his fingers and rubbed them together to warm them up.
Without warning, he pulled Eddieâs cheeks apart and licked a long stripe from his balls to his hole.
Eddie faltered inside you a bit, causing him to go impossibly deeper. You whimpered at that before smiling up at the boy.
Steve held Eddieâs left cheek open before he went in with the two of his lubed fingers.
The sudden action made Eddie whimper loudly and slow down his thrusts into you.
âWhat the fuck, Steve?â he said in a very whiny tone.
You looked back towards Steve who was quickly moving his fingers in and out of Eddie. You smiled at his eagerness and directed your attention back to Eddie.
âHis fingers feel good in your pussy, baby?â you cooed. âBet they fucking do.â
Eddie whimpered as Steve added a third finger in.
âFuck yes!â
Steve had gotten down on his knees behind the boy, watching the way his fingers rapidly entered and exited the boyâs pink, tight little hole.
âI canât wait anymore, Eds,â he groaned, âNeed to fuck this ass.â
Eddie nodded and stopped his movements inside you completely, allowing Steve to line his cock up with his hole.
âReady, Ed?â he asked.
âYes! Get your cock in me.ââ¨Steve wasted no time pushing in, quickly bottoming out.
Eddieâs eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of fullness. He loved it so fucking much despite how often he topped Steve as opposed to bottoming.
âFeel too good, Eddie? Think Steve can start moving yet, or are you going to cum?â you fake pouted at the boy.
âYes, yes! You can move, Steve. I wonât cum till you do, Mommy. Wonât cream this pussy until I make it cum,â he panted.
âAlright,â Steve huffed before he began pounding into Eddie, giving the boy absolutely no time to prepare.
âOh fuck,â Eddie whimpered as he fell forward a bit. Steveâs hard thrusts made Eddie thrust into you.
He took a moment to breathe before he picked up his pace in you. His thrusts into you caused him to thrust back onto Steve harder.
He pried your pussy lips apart so that he could thumb at your clit.
âThat feel good, pretty?â he asked as he circled your clit with the thumb.
You nodded at the pressure, making you get closer and closer to cumming yourself. â¨âFuck yes,â you moaned and pulled Eddie into a hot, rushed kiss.
You looked up to see Steve staring down at the two of you, smirking.
âThis is probably Eddieâs wet dream come true,â he smiled, âlittle perv probably been dreaming of this since high school.â
The admission of that was enough to make you clench hard around Eddie cock.
Steve rearranged himself so that he would be pressed up against Eddieâs g-spot with each rapid thrust.
Eddie was all whimpers now, fucking into you as quickly as his hips would let him so he could feel Steveâs heavy cock pressing into him harder and rougher.
âMake me cum, Eddie. Come on. Iâm so fucking close!â you squealed as your thighs trembled.
Eddie replaced his thumb with his entire hand to rub across your clit quickly.
âRight there!â you shrieked as you clinched down around Eddie hard, cumming all over his cock.
Eddie kept thrusting into you as he was so close to cumming himself.
âJust a little more baby. J-just a little bit more for me, yeah?â he whimpered.
You let him continue to thrust into you, way too deep in pleasure to even think of stopping him despite your pussy being so sensitive.
Steve was gripping his hips tightly, probably leaving bruises as he watched the boyâs ass clap back onto his thighs.
âFuck yeah, Eddie. Clenching so tight. Are you gonna cum? Cum in Mommyâs pussy!â he asked breathlessly, barely heard over the sound of their skin clapping together.
âFuck! Cumming!â he shouted as Steve stroked particularly hard against his prostate. He came deep inside you, causing you to let out a little stream of squirt.
âDamn thatâs fucking hot,â Eddie groaned as he thrust himself through his orgasm.
âOhhhh, fuck,â you whined. âOut! No more. Too much!â
Steve pulled Eddie away from you as the boy was almost incapable of doing anything other than shaking like a leaf on top of you.
Steve pulled out of the boyâs hole, holding his cheeks open to watch it clinch and unclinch.
He laid Eddie beside you as he jerked his cock over the both of you.
âSo hot, Stevie,â Eddie sighed sleepily.
âCum for us, baby,â you smiled up at him before you leaned over to kiss Eddie.
You spread your legs again so that your puffy, used, and leaking cunt was on display to the boy.
Seeing Eddieâs cum leak out of your cunt ultimately made Steve cum. He angled his cock so that white, milky strings landed across your tummy and Eddieâs chest.
âMmf,â he grunted as the final strings of cum left his dick.
His chest heaved as he plopped down onto the couch beside you both.
You all laid there, naked, sweaty, cummy messes.
âSoâŚwho wants to shower with, Mommy?â
Tbh this took sm time and was so rough to write. Writing threesomes IS NOT for the weakâŚso I definitely wonât be doing it anytime soon! Hope you guys liked it though.
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âŁđ A/N â i... don't ask. just..don't. I'm so ashamed. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Rough Anal | Orgasm Denial | Controlling Behavior | Dom/Sub Vibes |
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"a-ah, fuck ... ! Please let me cum!"
Conner pressed the young mage harder against the wall, laying another hard smack on his bottom while thrusting in and out of his quivering hole. He also held a tight grip on the boy's throbbing and red cock, squeezing at the base whenever he could tell the boy was about to cum.
The Kryptonian grunted in his ear while increasing the intensity of his thrusts, "Don't tell me what to do. I'm not ready for you to cum yet, got it? You're going to learn how to follow orders," He delivered an extra hard push with that sentence while squeezing down again on the poor boy's whimpering dick, pulling a needy whine from him.
Earlier that day, Batman briefed the team on a mission where they were to recover a powerful magical relic from some ancient ruins before a group of cultists found it and delivered it to their leader. When they arrived, the group split off into pairs to find the relic faster, Superboy ordered Y/N to come with him, even though some felt it'd be better if he and Zatanna went together.
Superboy instructed the young mage to stay close to him at all times and not wander off, sensing the place would have various booby traps. As they were looking through the ruins, Y/N got curious and wandered off to look at some interesting-looking markings on the walls, accidentally activating the magical defenses.
Thankfully, the spell to nullify it was simple enough. But it didn't make the Kryptonian any less angry with him.
Then, when they eventually ran into the cultists who had found the relic, Superboy instructed Y/N to run and grab help while he held them off. Of course, that wasn't the smartest idea since he was more vulnerable to magic attacks than the mage.
Y/N didn't listen though and had engaged the cultists himself, Superboy's anger doubling at the mage's disobedience. They were able to hold them off long enough for the rest of the team to show up and fight together.
Y/N managed to steal the relic back from the cult and the team successfully defeated them with only a few of the cultists getting away. Everyone congratulated the young mage for his quick thinking, but Superboy was still furious with him.
When they returned to the Cave, Conner roughly pulled the boy aside to his room before slamming and locking the door, proceeding to scold the young mage. The Kryptonian yelled at him for not listening to him and putting himself in danger, calling the boy reckless and irresponsible.
Y/N didn't take well to that and argued back, defending himself, turning it into a full-blown argument until the two were in each other's faces.
"You need to learn some fucking respect. You may be strong, but you're still new. I've been a part of this team from the start and have more experience than you, so you need to learn to listen to me." Conner growled, getting in the boy's face.
"I'm not a child! I can take care of myself, thank you very much. And last I checked, you aren't the leader of this team, Kaldur is, so back off. I don't have to listen to you and I don't need you to protect me." Y/N growled back, before shoving his way past the Kryptonian towards the door.
He didn't make it far though before Conner grabbed his arm and yanked him back, pinning him to the bed, "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm leaving, I don't need to deal with this right now," Y/N said, struggling against the Kryptonian's hold.
Conner growled in his ear, "You're not going anywhere. I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh, fuck you, Superboy." Y/N snapped, glaring daggers at the Kryptonian.
Conner glared back before suddenly crushing his lips against Y/N's, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Y/N struggled and fought against the Kryptonian's hold, but couldn't break free from his grip. Conner pulled away and smirked at the mage, "You're going to learn how to listen to me, whether you like it or not."
That's how Y/N found himself currently pinned against the wall, his ass in the air with the Kryptonian's cock thrusting into him.
Conner continued to slam his hips forward, making sure to graze over the young hero's prostate every time. The squelching of his wet cock, the loud slapping of their skin, and the grunting from both of them filled the room.
The young hero could only take the pounding, his legs were starting to feel like jelly and he was sure he would've fallen by now if the Kryptonian wasn't holding him up.
"please ... Iâll beg for it, do whatever you want for it ... please ... " Y/N cried out, tears starting to form in his eyes.
Conner smirked and leaned forward, "I'm not ready for you to cum just yet."
"Please! I've learned my lesson, I promise! I'll do anything, please just let me cum!" Y/N begged, his voice cracking.
"Anything, huh? I don't believe you" Conner said, his hips not faltering in their thrusts.
"Please, I promise! I'll do whatever you ask, I'll listen to your every command, I'll never go against your word, just please let me cum!" Y/N sobbed, his cock was so hard and red, he needed release.
"Fine, but you're going to cum untouched, and you're going to take all of my cum inside you, got it?" Conner growled in the boy's ear, releasing the boy's cock and placing both hands under his ass, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
"I'm going to fill you up so much, you'll be leaking my cum for days. And if you ever disobey me again, I'll punish you even harder, understand?" Conner said, his tone stern and threatening., pressing their fronts together while burying his face into the smaller male's neck, his teeth scraping his skin.
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I promise to be good from now on!" Y/N moaned, feeling the Kryptonian's thrusts become more powerful and the heat inside him build.
"Fuck, you're such a good boy for me, aren't you? My perfect little boy," Conner praised, licking a stripe up the boy's neck, "I'm so close, I'm going to fill you up so much, gonna fill you to the brim..."
"Please, please, please..." Y/N pleaded, his breath ragged and short as his cock dripped pre-cum, he was so close.
Conner suddenly grabbed his cock, squeezing it again, pushing down the boy's release.
"AH a-ah, fuck ...no, please !" The boy cried out from the overstimulating pain, punching his fists against the Kryptonian's sweaty back.
Conner chuckled darkly, his hand moving to stroke the boy's throbbing cock, speeding up his thrusts, hitting his prostate dead-on every time.
"Cum for me, baby."
The young hero screamed out, his body spasming as his release finally hit him, his cock spurting thick white ropes of cum all over the Kryptonian's hand and abs. Conner grunted as he continued his relentless thrusting, his balls tightening as his release came crashing down.
With one final thrust, the Kryptonian buried his cock deep inside the boy, shooting thick loads of hot cum inside him.
The two boys panted heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat as they tried to catch their breaths. Conner leaned up, using one hand to tilt the boy's head up before placing a final rough kiss against his lips.
"Hopefully this teaches you a lesson. Don't ever disobey me again." Conner said, pulling his cock out, his cum leaking out of the boy's hole and down his thighs.
Y/N whimpered from the emptiness, slowly letting his legs down to the ground before they were roughly pulled back up.
"Where do you think you're going? We're not done here, not by a long shot. You're staying here and we're going to have some more fun," Conner growled in the boy's ear, pulling his cum-covered hand up to his lips, "Now clean my hand, you made quite a mess."
Y/N obeyed, his tongue running across the Kryptonian's hand, licking off all the cum.
"Good boy. Now, on your knees."
The young hero knew he was in for a long night.
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OK but the urge to be milked by Farmer!Reiner is STRONG. I would moo for that man.đ
farmer!reiner x fem!reader
this req was all the way from jan and i only got the motivation for it now <3 so enjoy
contains: established relationship, dom!reiner, semi public sex, m!pen, squirting, self-masturbation, spitting, cumshot
farmer!reiner; who everyone loves to buy their premium beef from, but nobody wants to purchase filtered whole milk through.
not because it was bad quality or anything! â farmer!reinerâs crates of white dairy were always thick and creamy and an absolute joy to drink from! itâs justâŚcertain tell-tale rumours had gone round that within the stables, where farmer!reiner milked his cows, were the same ones where he occasionally milked his wife.
whether they were rumours or not? well.
âooooh, baby. t-they gonna talk again!â
your cries are sobbish as you hold onto a wooden beam of the milking stable, one leg raised ontop of farmer!reinerâs shoulder whilst your other foot is flat on the ground to sturdy yourself.
farmer!reiner only grunts as he fucks into you sideways. the hold his hands have on your waist grips into your plump skin as his dick rams against internal ridges you didnât think could be reached.
âlet em talk. like i give a fuck.â
you can hear the annoyance in your husbandâs voice but it didnt matter if you did or not, because it already translates into how harsh he fucks into you.
you let out a whine but farmer!reiner doesnât like it; he knows its because youâre still thinking about the many rumours that had been spread about this very habit you both had, rather than it being from him pleasing you.
farmer!reiner makes a hughck, twp! sound as he spits out the farmerâs gum he had within his mouth onto the mesh floor. he then readjusts his position which results in him bending you forward into the wooden beam. finally, heâs getting the whines he wants out from you and that greatly pleases him.
âsod what they think.â he grumbles but the contrasting smirk on his face is sick.
he brings one arm round to hold onto your stomach as he presses down onto it, which he knows causes a rise out of you.
âi can fuck my wife.â plat, plat. âon my land.â plat, plat, plat. âwhereâver the fuck i want.
farmer!reiners hitting all the right spots so you can only nod in numb and dumb agreeal. the feeling of your husband always left you full and you couldnât help but let out a low and long throaty moan. itâs inevitable! that budding pressure at the base of your stomach is staring to feel so tight and you canât deny that all of the feelings surging within you feel so bright and so fuzzy and so fuck, you were gonnaâ
âoouuhhhâŚâ
unexpectedly an ooze of liquid squirts from between you and farmer!reiner as you cum onto his dick. your pelvis, slightly lifting from his wet length, posses you to rub your clit and spray your love over him â every ounce of shame is no longer your concern as you bare an obscene sight within the stables.
farmer!reiner can only groan as he uses one hand to hold you steady and the other onto the base of his length as he messily taps it against your squirting lips.
âyeah, thatâs it darlinâ. all over my cock, juuuuust how daddy likes it.â
your body jolts as you go through the lasting dregs of your orgasm. once the after effects wash over, youâre suddenly feeling slump and palpable.
farmer!reiner holds you upright as he can feel you coming down from your high. his eyes are beady as he looks over you to gauge your condition. but regardless, he slightly bends down to place a warm kiss to your jersey sleeve before affirming your exploit.
âgod, i love ya. did so well. always do so well fa meâŚâ
you let out a tired reply, mumbled and lazy as all you want to do is now snuggle with your husband in bed. however, farmer!reiner continues to stroke his still red and tall standing dick; the length of it shiny wet and slick from your juices.
he shivers once he feels a small gust of wind wisp over his sensitive slit but it doesnât dwindle his need. if anything, it amplifies it.
âbutâŚâ farmer!reiner places another kiss along your arm. âimma need you ready to go again.â
âagain?â
the whine is evident in your voice but farmer!reiner doesnât pay it any mind. instead, hes reentering your spent cunt and you can only let out a desperate mewl.
âyes, again. you already know big daddys gotta cum inside that pretty cunt of yers. nothing new.â
despite your protests, your body takes no problem in remoulding itself around your husbandâs cock. if anything, he slips in so easily that you cant help but comply. arching your back, you beckon upwards with a lax mouth and outstretched tongue and farmer!reiner already knows youâre on board.
spitting onto your moist muscle, farmer!reiner doesnt leave his saliva there long before hes enclosing his lips around your tongue for him to suck on â you keen as your husband nurses your mouth and moans into a dirty kiss and almost forget that hes now balls deep inside of you again.
farmer!reiner kneads his fingers into your arm that hes holding you upright by and the action is tender, but his thrusts come out erratic as he works to achieving his nut.
âmmm, you feel so warm.â farmer!reiner speaks into your skin as he lets go of your mouth to kiss along and into the crook of your neck.
you moan at the affection your husband is pouring into you because you know hes close. reaching back your hand, you hug around farmer!reinerâs neck so that you could bury him deeper into you, encourage him to indulge and devour you.
âyou always fuck me s-so good.â a wince forms onto your face as you feel your hand dig a bit too deep into the pillar stem but it doesnât matter.
âmhm. gottaâŚgotta fuck you. make feel good.â
your juices from before now feel cold against your leg as the squirt starts to dry up but still, the wet squelches of your husband fucking into your cunt dribble down your thigh and you canât help but feel so erotic.
âahhh, im gonna come, im gonna come, im gonna co'm. im gonnaâŚnrrgh.â
farmer!reiner only lasts a few more thrusts before hes pouring his milk into you, a muffled moan leaving his mouth as his face is still buried within the crook of your neck.
you slightly curse underneath your breath because you never really think you could be any fuller once impeached with your husband's cock, but yet here you were, letting out a half choke as you react to being completely stuffed.
"sh'i...baby"
farmer!reiner's grip is tight on your arm as he tries his best to not lead his whole body into a physical combustion. he's aware that he's carrying most your weight whilst still being buried to the hilt inside of you and therefore can't just flop down like he usually would in bed.
with haggard breathing, you weakly bat the man's chest and instantly he gets the message. farmer!reiner slowly pulls out of you with a plop but not before he's kissing the base of your neck.
"rei..." you weakly sigh, and your husbands letting out a weak chuckle.
"i know, darlin'. we gon go getchu cleaned up and then go check on the stack import, okay?"
"ohh, but i'm too worn out for dealing with hay and numbers!" you whine as you turn to lean your back against the pillar and farmer!reiner's only chuckling as he zips up his pine coloured breeches.
"i promised hoover we'd pass by today. id go on my ones but you now how his littlens get when they see me but dont see you."
yes, you do know how the hoover's kids get when they don't get to see you, but that's not really your worry right now.
with a complain-y moan you look up at your husband with wide pleading eyes because you really dont want to be doing house visits right now. but farmer!reiner, knowing how you are, can only let out an airy laugh before he leans down to deliver you a sweet kiss.
"do this one thing for me and i promise the rest of the day's yers." he mumbles against your lips.
you almost decline, but the sudden feeling of farmer!reiner's slightly cold fingers caressing against your swollen pussy lips as he gathers the leaking cum from around your folds and scoops it back into you, makes you reconsider.
with a bite of your bottom lip, you caress your cheek against his.
"mm. fine."
(not even several hours later, an anonymous account posts several pictures to your online community which clearly depict you and farmer!reiner's earlier escapades. when your husband sees them, he laughs with boisterous vim.
"well, at least they got our good angles!" he'd say, his eyes unable to look away from the content)
#reiner aot#reiner headcanons#reiner braun#reiner x reader#reiner x black reader#reiner smut#reiner scenarios
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đ Slight 14DWY + Blog Changes! đ
(16/12/23)
Leon will now move away from Corland Bay when heâs 10 years old. Originally, I never really put that much thought into it because it won't be explicitly mentioned in the game, but I figured I might as well make it more accurate now ^^;
Teo is now 26 (instead of 27). Again, zero thought went into this aside from wanting a wider range of ages for the cast â but now I want him to be closer to Jae and Violetâs age â especially considering they were all childhood friends and Violet was in the grade below them.
Elanor is now 30 and Kiara is 29. In the 2017 version, Elanor was originally the eldest sister, but it just didn't feel right to change it in the 2020 version. Day 3 will still be lore accurate, but everything on this blog will need to be retconned.
14DWY Purple (unofficial) will now be changing from #A14BF4 to #9D64FD.
Not a change, but adding more clarification: Angel will still attend university (and Jae and Teo will still be their university friend), but whether or not they enrolled will remain ambiguous! Day 1/2 kinda insinuates that they studied something ("Teo attended some of their classes"), but I wanted it to imply that they could've attended orientation and/or took "mock classes" after high school to see what it's like as well. I may change a few lines in the demo (in the future) to reflect that.
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I'd like to (hopefully) try to remind everyone that whenever I write about Angel on this blog, they are gender neutral. Because if my ass had a dollar for every time someone assumed they were female because of the cutesy/pink themes or how "soft" I made the MC, I'd have enough money to fund voice actors, translators, custom soundtrack, and pay the $100 Steam fee /hj
Changed the crackpot theory tag into an actual tag!! About time sdghjdg
(07/01/24)
Also not a change, but to solidify Haruko's appearance + Ren's likeness a bit more... Haruko is supposed to be an anime character with pink/blue hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. He's a modern day "sorcerer" (a reference to JJK, not a literal fantasy wizard lmao) from an anime called "Attack on Giants" (another reference to "Attack on Titan"); and is very kind, ditzy, and empathetic. All Ren has copied is his hairstyle, vibe, and demeanour. Ren isn't outright cosplaying Haruko, and it'd take an avid anime enjoyer to notice that Ren is attempting to mimic Haruko.
I'll make a poll one day, but I might change Ren's left sleeve tattoo to the spoiler-free placeholder I used in this artwork. A lot of people seem to prefer it, but I'll wait until the poll to make any final decisions.
I might also make another poll to see if perhaps a new BGM theme would better suit the demo. Because in my mind, the "summer/beach location" = acoustic guitar (rather than piano) â and for some reason I get lo-fi vibes from 14DWY??
I don't think anyone has picked up on this subtle shift yet, but Ren will mainly use "he/him" over "he/they" now (since Haruko is a he/him enjoyer đ). [REDACTED], however, will still greatly prefer "they/he", and will continue to use them interchangeably.
21/02/24 â or search through Obsidian. (Future Sai here.... I have no clue what this means???? What??? T_T)
I'm gonna cut down on the Teo and Ren bullying on this blog (and in general). I don't find it fun anymore, and it genuinely upsets me when people put down certain characters to make others look better (i.e. "Ren has no ass which makes Leon superior >:)" Just say you like Leon... I beg T_T). It also makes me doubt whether Ren is genuinely a good character or not, and it's gross seeing y'all tear down people who genuinely enjoy Teo. Be kind.
(11/01/24)
Eventually, I'd like to turn this meme into an event in the 14DWY Discord to help create an actual landlord for Day 3. The current landlord has always been a meme-y placeholder (I thought the idea would be funny), but looking at how the game is currently, I want 14DWY to be more "serious". The current landlord will eventually be turned into an easter egg!!
Whether or not Jae had bottom surgery will now remain ambiguous. Everyone is now free to headcanon whatever they'd like, so long as it's not offensive or too OOC.
From now on, I'll also try my best to remind everyone that Jae is gay and Kiara is lesbian. I tried not to bring it up frequently because I was afraid it'd come across like "being gay" was their only defining personality trait, but I'm tired of people sending in asks that don't apply to these characters ^^;
I might move all of the curiouscat questions to this blog and archive the account. It's becoming too much of a hassle for me to manage 3+ social media accounts sgkshjj
#Sharing this now because why not đź#I refuse to let it sit in my drafts any longer lmaoooo#I'll cut out the embarrassing logs though <3 No one needs to see me ramble about how the sprites STILL don't feel consistent enough#for the 14235th time gjsdjsdhgs#đ¤ â shut up sai.#đ â 14 days with queue.#to be tagged later
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{15} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour, Smut
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Hongjoong)
Words:Â 23,108
Warnings: OC get her makeup done (I based it on my own routine, please don't @ me). Smut: Biting, Marking, Blood and semi-bloodletting, Knife Kink, Oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), slight orgasm control (if you squint), minor dom/sub dynamics and switch tendencies, one mention of Mistress, Begging (m. and f.), Overstimulation, Desperation, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Cockwarming (at the end), intense emotional intimacy. I think that's everything. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Finally! The moment you've all been waiting for! I really hope it lives up to everyone's expectations. This smut has been months in the making honestly, and he even surprised ME at times. I'm really happy with how it turned out, so I hope you all enjoy! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
Also, gentle reminder that I donât do tag lists.
Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen
A soft tune drifts through the silence of your room curtesy of you. Lowly, you hum to yourself, eyes focussing in on the task at hand. Meticulously, you turn the small products over on the table, making sure that everything is in its place, perfectly set up and ready to be used. All thatâs left, is to begin.
Smiling down at your handy work, you give one final glance over the various brushes, containers, and bottles of various sizes and shapes. There is not a product youâve missed laying out, save for one. However, if all goes according to plan, youâre saving that one for the very end.
Letting out a content sigh, you straighten back to your full height. The small table youâve set up for this occasion rests before you. The black fold out chair, reminiscent of a directorâs seat, stands proudly beside it.
Without wasting another moment, you sit down.
Joongie, The call of his name is nothing short of sweet as you drop your void for the moment, but only for him.
His red string hums with movement. Yes, My Love?
Are you busy? You make sure to keep your voice even, not letting on even the slightest bit as to what you have in mind.
Never too busy for you. Comes his earnest reply, and you can hear the pleasant hum in his tone as he says this.
You cannot help the way your lips pull upwards tenderly.Â
Well, when youâre free, come and see me. You say, making yourself more comfortable in your chair. I have a-Â
In the blink of an eye, heâs appeared in front of you. Lightly, he wipes his hands on his jeans, as if theyâre still wet after having just washed them.Â
You chuckle lowly, finishing your thought out loud, ââŚSurprise for you.â
The first thing he notes as soon as he appears in your room is you sitting in that chair. Your one leg is crossed over the other as you lean back comfortably in your seat. That small table rests beside you, and he cannot help the small quirk of his brow as he takes note of the various makeup products placed meticulously on top of it.Â
The door to your room seems closed to give the both of you some privacy. One of the doors to the balcony rests open, letting in a gentle breeze as the curtains sway. Sunlight streams in, casting a warm glow on the surrounding area, and bathing you in golden hues as you smile at him.
There you sit, in a plain shirt and loose pants, looking as beautiful as ever.
âA surprise?â He grins, stepping in closer.
âA while back, Seonghwa told me that youâre a very skilled makeup artist.â You begin, meeting his gaze. âI was hoping to spend some time with you today.â
His heart warms, and he steps in closer. Gently, he places his hands onto the arms of the chair, leaning into you slightly. Not enough to crowd you. No, never. Yet, enough so that he can stare deeply into your eyes with a loving look of his own.
âWould you like for me to do your makeup, My Love?â Thereâs a slight teasing quirk to the corner of his lips, but you can hear how tender his inquiry actually is.
Gently, you bring your hands up to cup his face. âI would love nothing more.â
Leaning forward, you place a brief, loving kiss to his lips.Â
The smile that tugs at his features as he pulls away to look at you is nothing short of radiant. Almost immediately, he turns to the table, observing the products placed out before him carefully. Meticulously, he begins to roll up the sleeves of his button up shirt to his elbows, noting how your eyes briefly trail over his now exposed forearms. A subtle smirk tugs at his lips, and after nodding to himself, he grabs your moisturizer off of the top of the table. Opening the lid, he turns to face you once more.
âIs it okay if I touch-â
âPlease.â You cut him off with a kind smile, sitting a little straighter in your chair.
Hongjoong cannot prevent the way his heart skips a beat, nothing but love swelling in his chest as he looks down at you. Carefully, he steps in closer, gathering a bit of the product on the tips of his fingers before heâs applying it smoothly to your skin.
âYou donât wear makeup often, My Love,â he hums, the caress of his touch nothing short of gentle. âWhatâs the occasion?â
You quirk a brow at him, your lips tugging upwards lovingly. âCan I not wish to spend time with a man I love?â
The way his touch physically trembles against you for a moment as his expression softens has your heart warming inside of your chest.
âYou can spend as much, or as little, time with me as you desire, whenever you wish, My Love.â He meets your gaze, briefly shifting his hand to cup the side of your face. Softly, his thumb traces over your cheekbone. âAs long as I get to call you mine.â
Turning your head, you place a tender kiss onto the palm of his hand. Your gaze is nothing but adoring as you glance at him through your lashes.
âAlways, My Love.â Your reply is low, so as not to disturb the moment between the both of you. âJust as you will forever be mine.â
A content rumble escapes his chest then and there as he reluctantly pulls his hand away from you. Though, despite his best efforts, he cannot hide the way his fingers still tremble, even the slightest bit. Sharing this moment with you is like a dream come true, and the fact that you trust him enough to indulge in such an intimacy like this with him warms his heart more than youâll ever know.
His soul has come alight, and itâs all because of you.
Capping the moisturizer, Hongjoong turns his attention back to the table of products beside you. His eyes scan over the contents carefully, eyebrows twitching slightly in recognition once he finds what heâs looking for. The liquid foundation is then plucked from the table top, and it takes no time at all for him to start applying it to your skin.
âThere was also another reason I wished for you to do my makeup today,â your eyes glance to his own, noting how he seems quite focussed on the current task at hand.
He hums in response, wordlessly asking for you to continue.
âSeonghwa told me about the coronation weâll eventually have for me when the time is right,â you admit. âI would love for you to do my makeup for when the celebration takes place.â
The slight hitch in his breath is audible as he pauses his movements for the time being. His eyes dart to your own before flitting all over your face, as if heâs memorizing every feature and committing this moment to memory for years to come. He swallows, his Adamâs apple bobbing as his eyes begin to shine with that all to familiar adoration and awe youâre so used to from him.
âYou do?â
You smile gently, bringing your own hand up to cup the side of his face. âOf course, My Love. I wasnât lying to you when I said I was ready to become Your Queen.â
Leaning forward, he nearly presses his forehead to yours before stopping himself. Instead, he opts to take your hand in his, bringing the back up to his lips to place a loving kiss onto your skin.
âMy Queen,â he breathes, tongue darting out to wet his lips. âWhen the time comes, I would be honoured.â
The smile that stretches across your features is nothing short of brilliant, and Hongjoong swears the room gets even brighter in the light of the afternoon sun. His whole being floods with nothing but love for you, awe and wonder clear in his gaze as he returns to making sure to apply the foundation evenly over your skin.
The giggle that you let out is music to his ears.
âI know Iâve said it before,â You begin as he turns back to the table beside you in order to grab your stick of toner, âbut I truly am lucky to have you, Hongjoong.â
The popping of the seal on your toner is synonymous with the way his breath catches in his throat.
âMy Love, it is I who is lucky to have you.â He replies earnestly, managing to pull himself back to reality and lightly begin applying the toner to certain areas over your face.
You reach up to grasp his hand, causing him to pause in his movements for the moment. Your gaze is unfaltering as you meet his own, making sure he knows how serious the next words that fall from your lips are.Â
âYou are the greatest blessing I have ever received in my entire life, Hongjoong.â You breathe. âI hope you never forget that.â
His expression softens, and you can see the beginnings of tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. âMy Queen.â
âWeâve already been through so much together, Hongjoong,â you squeeze his hand held in yours. âThings werenât easy at the start, but looking back on it nowâŚâ This time, itâs your turn to swallow lightly, âI wouldnât want it any other way.â
His lips part in a silent gasp, and he swears that you can hear his heart beating within the stillness of your room.
âYou have taught me what true happiness feels like.â You cup his hand in both of your own now, holding onto him tenderly as you continue staring deeply into his eyes. âI know what itâs like to be loved, and what it feels like to be in love. Hongjoong, you have saved me in more ways than I can count, and I can never thank you enough for that.â
He blinks back his tears, feeling his heart thundering away inside of his chest as he looks at you. Nothing could take this moment away from him right now. Absolutely nothing.
âYou donât have to thank me, My Love.â His voice is a little rough; strained from the sudden onslaught of emotions youâve just given him.
âI know thatâs what you think.â The soft upturn of your lips has his eyes instantly tracking the movement. âI just thought you should know what you mean to me.â You squeeze his hand once more. âWhat youâve done for me.â
âAnything.â He breathes. âI would do anything for you.â
Your heart swells inside of your chest at his response.
âI know, Joongie.â Slowly, you drop your hands back to rest in your lap. âAnd I will always do the same for you.â
There is no hesitance in your tone, nor falter in your voice as you speak these words. A fact of which that has his head spinning. Truly, this moment, and your admission, means the world to him, and he wouldnât trade this feeling inside of his soul for anything.
Silence, brief and tender, surrounds the both of you as you stare deeply into each otherâs eyes. That is, until Hongjoong is finally clearing his throat, seemingly snapping back to the task at hand. Not before sparing a glance at your lips first, of course.
âIs there a specific style of makeup youâd like to have for your coronation?â His voice nearly catches as he says those words, the full weight of what they imply settling over his entire being.
You said yes. You really are ready and willing to become their Queen. Itâs no longer simply just a fantasy of theirs, but will soon become a reality. A reality they have all been longing for since the decision was made to crown you alongside them all those long months ago. Back before you had even truly known of their existence.
You tilt your head slightly, humming lightly, âNothing too overtly dramatic.â
He huffs out a laugh at this, finishing off with your toner only to grab a blending sponge and start lightly dabbing at your face. His touch is nothing short of gentle as he ensures the toner is blended into your skin evenly before moving on from one area to the next.
âAre you sure, My Love?â His gaze flicks to your own, a teasing quirk to the corner of his lips. âWhy not simply decimate everyone who attends with your ethereal beauty?â
This time, itâs your turn to huff out a laugh.
âAs tempting as that sounds, I think a softer look might be more fitting for the outfit I have in mind.â Your eyes flutter shut as you say this, simply revelling in his touch as he finishes blending your toner into your skin.
âOutfit?â The quirk of his brow goes unnoticed by you momentarily as he reaches for a new brush and your container of blush.
Blinking your eyes open, you nod, a knowing gleam to your gaze that screams nothing but devious intent.
âItâs a surprise.â You wink, grin tugging onto your lips as you finally see that look of inquiry pulling at his features.
âThen, I look forward to whatever you have in mind.â He sighs, almost wistfully as he begins to apply the lightest dusting of blush to your cheeks.
âWell, I suppose I can give you a little hint,â You hum, noticing how he attempts to not look too eager. âLight tones would work best. Specifically, a blend of white and gold.â
His brow quirks, âWhite and gold?â
âLetâs just say I have something else in mind that even Seonghwa doesnât know about yet.â You grin. âWell, if everything works out how I hope it will.â
âYou are always full of pleasant surprises, My Love.â Hongjoong hums, closing the container of blush and swapping it for your mineralizer in the next second.
âIâve got to keep you all on your toes somehow,â you giggle, wiggling your brows playfully at him. âYou guys canât always be the ones surprising me, you know.â
âTry as we might, I suppose youâre right.â He chuckles along with you. âThat wonât stop us from trying, though.â
You smile, allowing your eyes to flutter shut once more as he begins to apply the product to your face. âI wouldnât want it any other way.â
What you fail to see, though, is the fond look that settles onto Hongjoongâs features in that moment. However, you do feel the way his hand trembles once more against your cheek, the brush tickling over your skin as he finishes off with your mineralizer.
Feeling him pull away from you, you blink your eyes back open.
âIâve been doing a little research myself these past few days,â You admit lowly, suddenly avoiding his gaze as a light heat rises to your cheeks.
âOh?â His inquiry is soft, his full attention on you for the moment.
Neither him, nor his brothers, knew you had been looking into anything. Itâs not unusual for you to spend your time in the library, browsing their own collections. The fact that Jongho didnât mention anything means he either had no idea himself, or you swore him to secrecy.
Hongjoong meets your gaze, and he notices how your own eyes flash.
âSoul merging.â
The hitch in his breath is audible, synonymous with the way his whole body stiffens lightly.
âHave you-â he swallows thickly.
âIâve been giving it a lot of thought, lately.â You begin, thumbs suddenly brushing over one another nervously as you hold your hands in your lap. âI remembered what you all told me about it that one day and I got curious.â A momentâs pause where you swallow the building dryness in your throat. âI wanted to learn more.â
âMy Love-â
âI know I could have just asked you all about it, but I didnât want anyone to think I was broaching the subject with them to imply I was going to merge with them over another first.â You explain. âI also donât want any of us to feel pressured into a decision like this. I understand youâve all talked about such aâŚâ you search for the right word, âdelicacy before with one another, but I wanted to come to a better understanding about the subject myself.â
Hongjoong hums, âWe do have a tendency to take certain liberties regarding certain excitements when it comes to you.â
You share a small chuckle with him. âYou could say that again.â
âMay I assume you were looking into it as more than just a meek curiosity, My Love?â His voice is soft; tender, as he gently grabs your hands into his own.
âPerhaps.â The slight upturn of your lips is nothing short of sweet. âOf all the accounts I found, none were of concern to me. I had to be sure there werenât any negative side effects, or risks for me involved in such a process. I know none of you would ever lie to me about such a thing, but I wanted to come to this specific conclusion by myself. Itâs a-â your voice catches, and you know he can feel the way your hands are currently trembling within his own grasp right now, âItâs a big decision for me, not to mention a big change.â You blink, finally lifting your gaze to his own. âFor me to become like you. I want to make sure youâre all ready, as well.â
âWhatever you decide, know that we will support you.â Nothing but sincerity shines behind Hongjoongâs eyes as he says this. Gently, he squeezes your hands. âOf course, we all have our own hopes and desires, but we would never force such a decision on you. Itâs like weâve always said,â he smiles softly, âwe want you to want us in the same ways we want you. This sentiment has always, and will always, apply to every aspect of our lives together.â
You squeeze his hands back. âI will let you know when Iâm ready to take that step with you. With all of you.â
âOh?â Thereâs a light teasing quirk to his brow as he smiles. âSo, the orgy isnât off the table.â
A snort of laughter escapes you, and you extend your leg out to tap his shin with the tip of your slipper, as if youâre pretending to kick him. âKeep dreaming, Joong Bug.â
âHey,â he shrugs, pulling away from you slightly as the tips of his ears begin to turn red, âNever say never. Look how much fun we all had together that day in the cinema room.â
Now, itâs your turn to splutter as he winks at you. A teasing grin pulls at his lips, and youâre glad heâs diverted his attention back to the table beside you for the moment. You donât think youâd be able to sit still if he brought that up again. Especially not today, not with what you still have planned.
Shifting slightly, you notice him looking over all of your products with a slight frown on his face. Every which way, his eyes dart, seemingly scanning over the table in search of something.
âWhatâs wrong?â You tilt your head in inquiry, glad for the momentary distraction.
âYou didnât put any lip products out.â He observes. âI normally do lips next.â
âAh, I only have the one colour.â Youâre quick to explain, and from the way his whole body stiffens, you can tell heâs thinking back to that first dinner all those months ago.
Looks like youâre not the only one consumed by memories right now.
âOh,â he swallows, somewhat thickly. âShould we plan a trip to get you more, then?â
Briefly, his gaze flicks over to your face, his hands hovering over the table as he begins to pull an eyeshadow palette off of the surface, along with another brush. Not even a moment later, he flicks the palette open, scanning over the various shades found within.
âNo, thatâs quite alright.â You smile, though with the way his attention is off of you for the moment, he fails to see the flash of excitement that lights up your eyes. âI figured it would be better to leave it out for now. I typically only wear red for two reasons, anyways.â
He turns back to you, gathering some eyeshadow onto the tip of the brush, âOh?â
âOne, and probably the most common,â you begin, eyelids fluttering closed as he steps into you once more, âI want to feel beautiful.â
Itâs almost frightening how you can feel his hand pause right before your face, that brush mere millimetres from your eyelid.
âYou are beautiful, My Love.â There is no room for argument in his tone, voice firm, and always, always so sincere.
A bashful smile pulls onto your features as a slight heat rises to your cheeks, âThank you, Joongie.â
Gently, he continues. The soft press of the brush against your eyelid is almost synonymous with the light exhale you breathe out.
Hongjoong clears his throat, retracting that brush to gather more product onto it so he can dress your opposite eye. âAnd the other?â
âOh, the second reason?â Your brow quirks, despite your eyes remaining closed.
âYes.â He repeats the process, touch just as careful as the first time.
Only, you wait to respond. You can just tell that Hongjoong is holding his breath in anticipation. Except, it isnât until he pulls away that you finally speak.Â
A sultry smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, your eyes flashing open and seemingly holding him captivated, âI want to seduce someone.â
The way his breath hitches is quite prominent, and you notice his hands begin to shake lightly once more. Then, a moment later, he seemingly composes himself, swallowing thickly as his gaze darts to your lips, âI see.â
All Hongjoongâs mind can supply him with now is that dinner all those months ago. He knows he shouldnât, but he cannot help but to hold onto a hope that maybe, just maybe, you had worn that shade of lipstick that night for the second reason you have just divulged with him here.
Itâs a long shot, but that will never stop him from dreaming. Besides, youâve both come such a long way since then, so heâs holding on to an even bigger hope that the next time you do wear red, it will be for him.
âThis applies to any time I wear something red, not just lipstick, by the way.â You mention casually.
Hongjoong nearly loses his balance, tripping over thin air as he steadies himself using the one arm of the chair youâre in.
âJoongie?â Your voice, amused and playful, reaches his ears. âYou okay?â
Blinking, he refocusses his gaze on you, noticing how youâre leaning slightly forward in that chair to get a better look at his face.
Your lips rest mere millimetres from his own. He clears his throat.Â
âYeah.â Shaking his head, he focusses back in on the task at hand. âIâm good.â
You giggle, and he swears youâre doing this on purpose, just to torture him. âYou sure about that?â
The way your brow quirks, somewhat deviously, has him chuckling lowly.
âItâs like I always say, My Love,â he rights himself, moving back in to start blending another shade of eyeshadow in with the first. âYou hold more power over me than youâll ever know.â
Despite your eyelids being closed, you still manage a small, knowing smile. âI think Iâm beginning to have some idea.â
Gently, you feel Hongjoong cup your chin, lightly tilting your head from side to side to see if the eyeshadow heâs applied is even.
âShould I be worried?â Thereâs a teasing lilt to his voice, and you can practically hear the smile he wears clear in his tone.
âDepends.â You hum. âI think you may just like what I have to offer you.â
âAnd just what is it that youâre offering me, My Love?â He leans in, noticing how your eyes blink open to stare deeply into his own.
âYouâll see, Joongie.â You grin softly. âLike I said, I want it to be a surprise.â
A hum is all you receive in response as Hongjoong releases the gentle hold he has on your chin. Carefully, he blends one final light colour in with the other two on your eyes, allowing the silence as he works to settle over the both of you. Itâs comfortable, and warm, both of you basking in the otherâs presence for the time being. The calmness of the moment does not go unnoticed by either of you, and neither of you would want it any other way.
âSo, multiple sources I was reading up on depicted the recipient, or recipients, receiving some traits from the other when their souls had finally merged.â You comment, and you blink your eyes open just in time to watch Hongjoong fumble that eyeshadow brush in his one hand. Luckily, it seems he catches it before it can hit the ground. âDo you think this means Iâll receive a sort of portion of your powers, or that Iâll just be able to use the same powers as you?â
The way youâre looking up at him, with wide eyes full of curiosity, sets his heart racing inside of his chest.
âIâm honestly not entirely sure how it works, My Love, but I think itâs correct to assume both.â He breathes out, tucking the palette away, along with the brush. âItâs also entirely plausible that you may gain powers entirely different than ours. When the time comes, of course.â
âYes, yes,â you nod along with his words, almost absentmindedly. âWhen the time comes.â
âGiven that our blood seems to have such a profound effect on you, Iâm honestly very curious what the merger of our souls will do.â He adds, plucking your liquid liner from the table. âI do know that the more souls you merge with, the more powerful you will become.â
âThat makes sense.â You agree with a hum. âIâm assuming thereâs different levels to the types of entities you all are. Iâm aware you all have different forms you can take on. Jongho explained them to me, briefly.â
Itâs slight, but you do not fail to miss the way he stiffens before you.Â
âHe did, did he?â
Again, you hum. That same spark of curiosity shines brightly within your gaze as you meet his own, âWhen you were born, were you as you are now, or in your true form?â
Hongjoong pauses briefly once more before noticing your eyes flutter shut. Luckily, you miss the way he swallows thickly, blinking a few times before beginning to work on your eyeliner.
âWhen we are born, we appear as human infants do. As we grow, our true forms emerge, our more demonic appendages and appearances making themselves known.â He explains, his voice low and a bit strained. âEach⌠clan has specific markers they tend to pass on to their young. The more,â he pauses, as if searching for the correct term, âextremities that appear, the more powerful the entity. Or so it is said.â
The gentle brush of the liner over your one lid lifts, signalling his completion for the moment. Yet, before he can move on to the next, you blink your eyes open.
âDo you believe that?â
You can tell heâs a little stunned by your question, for he freezes before you. Your liquid liner rests in his hands, one holding the cap while the other holds the bottle, both held in the air.
âI believe thereâs a certain truth to it.â He replies, seeming to choose his words carefully. âThe more physical features oneâs true form has: horns, antlers, tails, wings, scales, spikes, you name it, the more magic the entity seems to have in reserve.â
Your gaze narrows slightly, mind reeling at this information. âYou all seem pretty powerful to me.â
âSome demons are born with a natural reserve of magic, others have to meticulously train themselves to store such an abundance of power if they want to make a statement.â The words almost sound bitter as they fall from his lips.
Carefully, you sit forward and on the edge of your seat. Your hands reach out to grasp his own, lowering them so you can have a better view of his face.
âMy Joongie,â your voice is soft as you call his name, âYou donât need to prove yourself to me. Itâs clear how hard youâve worked to get here, and there is nothing you can do or say to chase me away at this stage. I donât care about your lineage, or about who has the most power out of all of you. Thatâs never mattered to me before, and it sure as hell isnât going to start mattering to me now. All I care about, is you.â
Tenderly, you squeeze his hands in your own.
âI love you. I am only asking to get to know more about one of the men I plan to spend the rest of my life with.â Your voice is firm, not wavering in the slightest. âI donât know the personal struggles youâve been through to get this far, but if it means anything in this moment, know that I am so proud of you. I am happy you chose me, of all people, to share this life with you, and I promise to stay by your side through it all. No matter what happens, you will always be My King, My Love,â you swallow lightly, a smile tugging at your lips, âMy Joong Bug.â
The way his breath hitches, tears threatening to escape the corners of his eyes once more this afternoon, does not go unnoticed by you.
Your smile widens. Youâre starting to understand yet another reason as to why Miyeonâs whole plight affected him so much. Seeing you hurt like that must have reminded him of his blood status, and how he had been supposedly âborn weakâ. A fact which is completely and utterly false, especially to you, and you make sure to tell him as much.
âYou have come so far. We have come so far.â You say, settling back into your seat properly. âAnd I wouldnât want you any other way.â
A single tear escapes his one eye, the traitorous drop spilling onto his cheek as he stares down at you with nothing but tender love and affection in his gaze. You can feel a deeper understanding of each other settle over you, too, and it warms you right to your very core.
âMy Queen,â he stutters out a breath, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows his emotions. âHow you always know what to say to make me feel better sets my very soul alight.â
The words you had spoken to him that one day in the garden all those months ago come back to you now, and a loving smile pulls at your lips.
âI have come to realize that weâre all more alike that we realize, Hongjoong.â You voice gently. âIâm happy to know we all have each other.â
He mirrors your expression, smiling lightly as he wipes at his lingering tears with the back of his hand.
âYou say how lucky you are to have me, but it is truly I who is lucky to have found you.â He says, barely above a whisper. âYou mean everything to me, My Love. There is nothing I wouldnât do for you. Please, I know I always say it, but never forget that.â
âI believe you, Joongie.â The sincerity alone in your gaze says it all. Only, in the next moment, you begin shifting slightly in your seat. âNow, as much as Iâm enjoying this lovely moment, may we quickly finish my eyes. I have to pee.â
âI can wait, My Love,â he chuckles, wiping his final tears away as he goes to take a step back.
âNo!â A pout tugs at your lips as you whine. âI donât want to spoil the surprise before youâve completed your masterpiece.â
âMy Love, youâve always been a masterpiece, even without my influence.â He grins, shaking his head lovingly at you as you bounce slightly in your seat. âBut alas, whatever My Queen desires, she shall have.â
You giggle, smiling wide as you look up at him. âLove you, Joongie.â
âAnd I love you, My Queen.â Comes his immediate reply.
Stepping back into you, Hongjoong is quick to finish lining the opposite eye. He takes a moment to observe his work again, making sure the product is applied evenly over your lids before switching your liquid liner out for your mascara. Softly, he instructs you to either look up or down as he applies the product to your upper and lower lashes. Not even two minutes later, and after inspecting your entire look once more, he smiles to himself, motioning to indicate that heâs finally finished doing your makeup.
âYay!â You hop up from your seat, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. âThank you, My Love!â
Hongjoong chuckles at your enthusiasm. âI simply hope you like it.â
âI know Iâll love it.â You smile, eyes crinkling slightly as you scurry passed him and to your bathroom. âDonât go anywhere. I want to praise you when I get back.â
The playfully stern look you send him before you enter the bathroom has him grinning to himself. Lightly, he shakes his head, turning back around to at least attempt to start cleaning up that little table of products before you get back. Itâs the least he can do, and besides, he should probably clean the brushes anyways. Clean tools are always preferable when starting fresh the next time theyâre used.
Hongjoong pays no mind to the slight shuffling he can hear coming from behind him as he wipes off his hands. He knows that itâs just you in the bathroom, moving around. Your little gasp of awe he can hear only causes his grin to widen, knowing you must have finally taken a look at your reflection in the mirror. He just canât wait to hear what you think.
Holding that eyeshadow brush in his one hand once more, Hongjoong hears the bathroom door finally swing open behind him.
A moment of silence.
âOh, Captain,â your voice, sultry and sweet, drawls out from the open doorway.
The sight that greets Hongjoong as soon as he turns to face you sends him tumbling to his knees. He cannot contain the darkness that swirls deep within his eyes as that brush clatters to the floor, his heart skipping a pleasant beat inside of his chest.
There you stand, leaning against the edge of the doorframe, looking like his own personal divine sin. Your opposite arm rests lazily against your side, and Hongjoong finally notes your nails, which have been painted a bright red to match the outfit you currently wear.
A short, red silk robe hangs over your figure, barely covering your mid-thighs. The string is tied loosely around your waist, the fabric artfully caressing your form. White peonies are littered across the fabric, hues of blue and yellow dotting the petals in what appear to be smaller floral designs. Your left shoulder is exposed, red lace peeking out from beneath the silk. Itâs as if the material is meticulously draped over your skin to provide but a taste of the delicacy you seem to be hiding for him beneath such a thin piece of fabric. Though, thatâs not what draws in Hongjoongâs attention the most.
On your lips, the most sinful shade of red is painted over the most seductive of smiles the male has ever seen in his entire life.
There you stand, sin incarnate, and all for him.
âMy LoveâŚâ He breathes out, voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes never leave your figure as you slowly begin stalking towards him. The look in your eyes is dark enough to mirror his own, and he cannot help the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he continues to stare up at you.
âI told you I had a surprise for you,â you chuckle, leaning slightly forward as you come to rest before him. Gently, you bring a finger beneath his chin, tilting his head up to meet your seductive gaze. âDo you like what you see, Captain?â
Hongjoongâs chest heaves, and he can barely suppress the growl that rumbles out from deep within. âMy Love, you are the most captivating beauty that I have ever had the pleasure to behold.â
The upturn of your lips shifts from sinful to soft, your eyes shining with nothing but love as you continue to stare down at him.
âI am yours, Hongjoong,â You say, cupping his face gently in the palms of your hands. âThereâs a reason I planned so meticulously for this moment with you, and you alone.â
âThere is no honour greater to me than spending time with you, My Queen.â He exhales, eyes flitting around every inch of your face and committing this all to memory for years to come. âNo feeling greater than your love for me.â
âTruly, the honour is all mine.â Your thumbs trace tenderly over his cheeks. âI am prepared to offer myself to you in every way this evening, My King.â
His breath hitches, and his lips part. His hands, which he has been resting on his knees this whole time, continue to tremble desperately as he attempts to ground himself. This is everything heâs ever wanted, and so much more. Finally, he is going to get the chance to show you what you mean to him. What you have always and truly meant to him.
âHowever,â this catches his attention, and he waits patiently for you to continue, âthere is one thing I want to request of you first.â
âAnything,â he breathes, searching your gaze for any hint of what it is you could want from him.Â
Always, he is ready and willing to provide at a momentâs notice.
You inhale deeply, as if to steady your own racing heart as you stare deeply into his eyes.
âI want to see you. All of you.â Gently, you kneel before him, lowering yourself to his level. âPlease, Hongjoong,â you swallow softly, âI wish to see your true form.â
You physically feel him freeze beneath your touch, but your stare is unwavering.Â
Within your eyes, Hongjoong cannot see even a hint of hesitation, or fear. There is no uncertainty he can decipher, or regret you seem to hold from those words. Simply, there is that same spark of curiosity, and now, love. An undeniable fact that only serves to solidify his decision.
Your painted lips can only part in awe as you see Hongjoong slowly begin to shift before your very eyes. His ears sharpen into fine points, eyes hallowing and swirling with that all too familiar black hue youâve become so use to from him. Thick, canine-like fangs protrude from his mouth, lips stretching wide over the sharp points almost naturally as his skin grows taunt and pale. Claws extend from the tips of his fingers, and you notice how he seems to be digging them harshly into his knees, the faintest bit of blood seeping into the material of his jeans. Even his limbs appear slightly elongated as he sits there before you, averting his gaze to the side.
Softly, you guide his head back upwards, eyes searching his own.
Hongjoong holds his breath.
âYou are so unbelievably beautiful, Hongjoong.â You lean forward, resting your forehead on his own. âThank you, for sharing this part of yourself with me.â
Slowly, he begins to shift back into his human form, his lips parting slightly as he attempts to control himself for the moment. Of course, Hongjoong did not fail to miss the sudden spike of arousal that permeated your scent just now as he revealed his true form to you. Really, it is you who makes all of his dreams come true.
âI love you, Hongjoong,â your voice manages to pull him back to the beautiful reality before him. âIâm ready now.â
He blinks, a little caught off guard by your words. Though, as his eyes trail over your form once more, watching as you shift to loosen that tie holding such a flimsy material together, he cannot help the way his brow quirks.
A low groan escapes him as the intricate lace ensemble you wear is now fully revealed to him. It wraps delicately around your figure, showcasing every dip and curve he admires so much. In his favourite colour, too.
âDo you understand what Iâm telling you, My King?â Your voice is soft as you kneel before him, your one hand coming to rest on the side of your own thigh.
Hongjoongâs eyes nearly bulge right out of his head as he sees you pull out that jewelled dagger from beneath the red laced garter around your upper thigh. The blade had been artfully hidden beneath the robe, but now that youâve fully opened the silk, he can see that itâs been held there carefully this whole time.
âNot only do I fully offer myself to you in every way tonight,â you begin, meeting his gaze once more as your one hand still gingerly cups the side of his face, âbut I have every intention for us to become whole.â
His lips part, and a soft gasp escapes him, âyou meanâŚ?â
âYes, My Love,â you smile. âTonight, I wish for our souls to finally merge as one.â
The hitch in his breath is audible, and you cannot help but fixate on the way his one hand trembles as he brings it up to cover your own. Nothing but the deepest, most sincere form of love you have ever experienced in your life can be seen in his gaze, and you swear that you can feel his heartbeat pounding right alongside your own.
âAre you-â he swallows thickly. âAre you sure?â
âMore sure of anything Iâve ever been in my entire life.â You tell him earnestly. âI want it to be you, Hongjoong. I need it to be you.â
In the blink of an eye, he has you laying on your bed. Carefully, he hovers above you, his chest still heaving with every breath he takes as he stares deeply into your eyes.
âMy Queen,â his voice is full of emotion, threatening to choke him out at any second as he leans into you. Gently, he kisses you, pouring every single emotion heâs currently feeling into the movement of his lips on your own. Pulling away, he rests his forehead tenderly against your own. âI would be honoured.â
The smile that stretches onto your features is nothing short of brilliant, and you can feel him shiver beneath your touch as you trail your one hand up the back of his shirt. Softly, teasingly, you allow your nails to trace over his spine, pulling him in closer.
âEverything I have to offer is yours tonight, Hongjoong.â You say, shifting slightly so you can nuzzle his nose with your own affectionately. âMy blood, my body, my mind, my soul.â You meet his gaze. âI want you to have it all.â
Leaning in, Hongjoong wastes no time in kissing you passionately, successfully stealing your breath away as he presses closer into you. A pleasant hum escapes him as he feels you pull him in closer, the hand you have resting beneath his shirt digging into his back desperately.
âYou have all of me, My Love.â He whispers against your lips. âYou always have, and you always will.â
Gently, you nip at his bottom lip, eliciting a low growl from deep within his throat.
You smirk.
âNow, do you want to cut me out of this,â you lift that dagger held in your one hand, holding it with the pommel towards him in offering, âor shall I?â
The way his eyes flash black, an animalistic snarl tearing from his throat, has you clenching pleasantly around nothing. Your whole body thrums with excitement as he takes that dagger from your hand, gaze trailing shamelessly over every inch of you that he can see.
âA shame to remove such delicate lace from such a perfect body,â he hums, twirling that blade in his one hand as he sits back onto his knees. His eyes are dark as he stares down at you beneath him, a smirk pulling at his features. âI have half the mind to make you ruin these panties of yours before I tear them off of you.â
Once more, you clench pleasantly around nothing. âWhy donât you?â
âBelieve me, My Love, I plan on taking my time with you tonight.â That familiar darkness swirls within his gaze as he takes in your figure beneath him on the bed. âLet me admire you just a bit longer like this. Then, I swear to you I will fulfill every promise Iâve ever made of ravishing you until the sun comes up the next day.â
This time, itâs your turn for your breath to hitch. Not even a moment later, and without giving it much though, your hands reach up to fist his shirt, pulling him back down into you for another kiss.
The movement of your lips on his is desperate, fingers fumbling over the buttons on his shirt as you shift your hips up against him. The way he groans into your mouth has you smiling into the kiss, and before you know it, heâs slipped that dagger back into your one hand.
Without wasting anymore time, you tear through the rest of his buttons using that blade. Once the last one has been cut from the material, he pulls away to tear the remaining fabric off of his torso, tossing it somewhere in your room.
Shamelessly, your eyes rake over his body, licking your lips as you do so. There is nothing but pure love and lust in your gaze as your free hand comes up to trace over his chest, eyes catching on two very specific details.
Your expression softens, âYouâre still wearing it.â
Briefly, his own gaze darts downwards, as if to glance the golden ring hanging from a thick, silver chain around his neck. He smiles, eyes flitting back to meet your own, a tender look swimming within.
âI havenât taken it off.â He admits lowly, his one hand coming up to clutch the One Ring lovingly. âItâs⌠precious to me.â
Your eyebrow quirks, amusement tugging at your features.
âMy Love gave it to me.â He says, matter of factly, a knowing twitch of his lips upwards.
Lifting you free hand, you cup his cheek tenderly once more.Â
Almost instantly, Hongjoong brings a hand up to rest over your own, turning his face to place a gentle kiss onto your open palm. He purposefully allows his lips to linger, revelling in the feeling of your skin beneath his own. For too long has he dreamt about this moment, and now that it is here - you laying beneath him and pressing against him in every way heâs only ever wished for - he finds that words escape him. One thing he does know, is that he will savour this moment here with you for all eternity.
Again, your gaze darts to his chest, but instead of catching on the ring gleaming from his neck, you focus in on another monumental detail.Â
There, a thin, white line sits a few inches below his left collarbone.
The scar you gave him from that knife rests proudly on his upper chest. In fact, it appears to be the only part of his skin that is marred by any sort of blemish for the moment, other than a few moles you can see dotted here and there.
Carefully, you shift your hand, sliding your fingers down the side of his neck in order to rest your touch on his shoulder. Your thumb traces over the faint scar, nothing but adoration shining within your gaze.
âI told you I still had the scar,â he chuckles lowly, that same fond look reflected in his own eyes.
Darting your gaze to his own, your thumb finally freezes over his skin. Nothing but pure love blooms in your heart as you think of how far the both of you have come since you gave him this scar. To think that youâd be here right now, in such a position, is almost unreal. Yet, looking back on it now, and knowing what he means to you - what they all mean to you - you wouldnât change it for the world.
Softly, your lips pull upwards in a smile. Leaning froward, you press them against his chest, directly over that scar. The fact that there is now a faint stain of red marring his skin has you chuckling fondly, revelling in the way his chest rumbles in content as he sees you looking at the mark youâve just given him.
âYou know Iâll always wear this proudly, My Love,â he keeps his voice low, gazing down at you as if youâve hung all of the stars in the night sky.
To him, you have.
âI would say to give me a matching one, but I donât think youâd ever agree to stabbing me.â You say, and you notice how his one eyebrow twitches. âRemind me to discuss the idea of tattoos with you all sometime.â
The grin that stretches across his face is radiant, if not devious. âYou wish to have matching tattoos with us, My Love?â
âItâs something else Iâve been thinking about lately,â you admit, your one hand back to trailing over his chest. Lightly, your nails scratch at his skin and he hums in content.
âYou know, My Love,â his grin turns teasing, âTattoos are quite permanent. They can last forever.â
âOh?â The playful pull of your lips upwards matches his grin in every way. âItâs a good thing, then, that I donât plan on going anywhere any time soon.â
He laughs, his eyes crinkling in joy, âWeâd chase you to the ends of the earth.â
âIâm aware,â you hum, letting that blade settle beside you onto the mattress as you fully pull him back into you. âLetâs start with this first. Okay, Joongie?â
A content rumble escapes him once more. âAs you wish, My Queen.â
His lips are back on your own without another momentâs hesitation. Gently, he grinds his hips into you, letting you feel just how hard youâve already made him. The way you gasp lightly into his mouth as you feel all of him pressing against your core makes his smirk.
âYou donât know how long Iâve fantasized about this.â He moans, nipping at your bottom lip. âAbout you.â
âOh?âYou quirk a brow, heart fluttering inside of your chest. âJust what have you fantasized about, Captain?â
His eyes flash, gaze briefly roaming over your entire body once more as he licks his lips.
âI canât count the amount of times Iâve fantasized about you sucking me off.âÂ
The admission knocks the wind right out of you.Â
âIâve thought about you worshipping my cock: the way your lips would feel wrapped around me, and fuck- the feeling of your tongue licking over every inch like Iâm the best damn thing youâve ever tasted in your entire life.â He pants out, voice but a low drawl. His chest heaves, rising and falling dramatically as he watches your tongue dart out to wet your lips.Â
âAnd of course, once you were finally sated with pleasing me, I would absolutely fucking devour you. Fuck- ever since that day you allowed us to indulge in you, the way your scent fucking hypnotized me, Iâve been dying for a taste.â His tongue darts out to wet his lips this time, as if to emphasize his point. His eyes darken significantly. âThat little gift of yours could only satisfy me for so long; Iâm afraid that your scent has long since worn off of them, given the amount of times Iâve tried to suckle whatever last drops of your sweet nectar that I could that clung to the material.â
Your breath hitches at his confession. The mental image alone of Hongjoong desperate and aching for you, your panties caught between his teeth as he strokes his throbbing cock to completion to the mere thought of you has you immediately clenching around nothing. You can practically feel yourself soaking through the material of the panties you currently wear, and the fact that heâs already mentioned wanting to make you ruin them only adds to the immense pleasure that currently floods your veins from his words alone.
You let out a low moan, eyes nearly rolling as he presses himself firmer against you.
âFuck- Iâve always thought about you.â He leans in, nipping at the shell of your ear. His lips trace down the side of your neck, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine as his voice deepens, âThe way you would taste; how your thighs would tremble around my head as your juices dripped down my chin. Iâve always fantasized about how sweet my name would sound falling from your lips, pulling me in closer as I brought you to ecstasy over, and over, and over again just from my tongue alone.âÂ
Heâs panting at this point, but he doesnât care. All he cares about is letting you know exactly what you do to him, just as heâs always so desperately craved.
âI want to feel you falling apart because of me. I want you to flood my every sense with you as you continuously drip down my face because you cannot help how wet I make you. I want to make you tremble. I want for you to experience a bliss unlike anything youâve ever felt in your entire life, and then I want to drown you in my love, in pleasure, so that the only thing you can think of, the only thing that you can feel is me.â His eyes flash as he stares deeply into your own, beginning to grind himself into you in time with his words.Â
âI want to have you shaking as I make you come over,â he presses deeper into you, âand over,â another shift of his hips over your own, âand over again for me and me alone. I want to hear you sigh my name, and then I want to make you scream it until your voice is so raw from the pleasure I am providing you that all you can do is whimper and moan.â
Desperately, your hands claw at his back, nails biting into his shoulders as a small whine escapes your throat. Already, you can feel yourself trembling beneath him, close to tipping over the edge from the sheer want coursing through your veins. The same want - need - that you know he feels in this very moment, too.
âSelfishly, I want to please you until I am satisfied. Until youâre either begging me to stop, or you pass out from the feeling of it all.â He breathes out, the slightest of smirks pulling at the corner of his lips. âI want to feel your nails digging into my back as I make the sweetest love to you, letting you feel my devotion to you in every movement that I offer you. I want to feel you pressing against me in every possible way, and even then I fear that it will never be enough to satiate my need, my desire for you.âÂ
A gasp escapes you, your eyes fluttering shut as you absolutely revel in his confession. Your heart feels as if it is about to burst from your chest, whole body heating until you cannot tell where his desire ends and your own begins.
âI want to love you, until the stars fall from the sky, and the entire world goes up in flames.â A momentâs pause so he can stare deeply into your eyes as you blink them open to meet his gaze. âI will love you. Until the end of time.â
âHongjoong,â his name is no more than a whisper on your lips, eyes staring deeply into his own.
You hold him tighter, your one hand coming up to cup the side of his face.
âPlease, My Love,â he reaches up and grasps your hand in his, placing your palm directly over his racing heart. âFeel how my heart beats for you. How it pulses and aches for you and only you. With everything I am, I am yours. My every breath, my every thought,â his hand tightens over your own, and you can feel the way his heart skips a beat inside of his chest, âmy very soul, belongs to you.â
Subconsciously, your thighs tighten around him, your fingers digging into his chest as you stare up at him with nothing but tender love and affection in your gaze. The need to be closer to him rushes through your mind, and you hardly register how your vision blurs through the appearance of happy tears.Â
Blinking them away quickly, you smile up at him, lips parting slightly as you attempt to catch your breath.
âYou are the greatest love I have even known, Hongjoong.â You say softly, your other hand coming to cup his face as he still holds the one tenderly against his racing heart. âEverything and anything you want from me, I will give. All of your desires, I will fulfill. I am yours as much as you are mine, and nothing will ever change that.â
His own breath hitches as he looks down at you so fondly, âMy Love-â
Quickly, you shift your hand on his chest so that you now press his own to yours. Even you can feel your heart thundering away beneath your skin against the tips of your fingers, and you make sure to squeeze his hand just as tenderly as he did your own.
âKnow that my heart beats just as fiercely for you as yours does for me.â You keep your voice low, feeling as he begins to tremble above you. âThere is no power in this world that could tear me away from you, nor change what you mean to me. You have made me believe in love again, and nothing will ever change that. Just as you give your all to me, I give everything I am and more to you. You are My Everything, Hongjoong. My Soul lives on for you.â
The small sob that escapes him surprises you, and not even a moment later, you feel something wet land on your chest. However, before he gives you time to think, his lips are on your own, kissing you breathless as he clings to your very form.
âI am so deeply in love with you, My Queen,â he mutters against your lips through kisses. âI love you more than life itself.â
âI am in love with you, My King,â you breathe out, clinging to him desperately as your arms hold him flush against you. âAnd I always will be.â
Hongjoong buries his face into the side of your neck, his hands caressing your sides tenderly. His fingers dance along your skin, toying with the intricate straps wrapping around your body that he can reach. His heart positively sings for you inside of his chest, whole body overwhelmed by his emotions. This feeling that consumes him currently is unlike any other heâs felt in his entire life, and he knows itâs only just the beginning.
After all, the two of you are only getting started.
âYou drive me crazy, you know that?â He nips at the skin of your neck, soothing over the bite with his lips shortly after. âI can never get enough of you.â His tongue darts out to lave over your pulse, and he loves how your whole body arches into his touch. âOf your love.â
âItâs endless, Joongie,â you reply, words but a whimper on your lips as you tilt your head to the side so he has better access. âI will never stop loving you.â
You can feel the way he smiles against the skin of your neck, âTook the words right out of my mouth, My Queen.â
Gently, the fingers of your one hand begin to thread through the hair on the back of his neck.
âI want you to act on your desires tonight, Joongie,â you breathe out, nipping at the shell of his ear. âAnd I will finally act on mine.â
The way his whole body shudders in your hold does not go unnoticed by you. You smirk.
He bites down on the side of your neck a little harsher this time, eliciting the sweetest of whines from you.
âAs you wish, My Queen.â
Slowly, meticulously, Hongjoong grinds himself into you once more. His lips swallow the gasp you let out as he presses his own to yours, hands holding you tightly as he moves above you. He wants you to feel every inch of his love tonight, and he doesnât plan on making any exceptions.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful, did you know that?â Again, he nips at your bottom lip, a pleased rumble escaping him along with his words.
âAll for you,â you hum, cupping his face in your hands tenderly. âMy Handsome King.â
A low, pleased growl echoes around the room, his one hand coming up to cup your breast over the lace material of your bra. Slowly, he begins to squeeze your flesh, moaning as he feels the warmth of your skin against his palm. Teasingly, he traces his thumb over your nipple through the fabric, loving how you arch desperately into his touch.
âJoongie, please,â A small whimper escapes your lips as your hips shift beneath his. âTouch me.â
The corner of his lips quirk, âI am touching you, My Queen.â
As if to emphasize his point, he gives your breast another appreciative squeeze, his teeth scraping against your pulse in tandem.
A whine slips passed your lips, chest stuttering as you attempt to catch your breath. Then, something within your eyes flash, a sort of devious intent shining within.
âIf you donât want to feel how wet youâve made me,â your voice is low, rumbling out as you slip a hand between your two bodies, âI will.â
There is no mistaking the animalistic snarl that tears from his throat as his one hand comes down to halt all movements of your own. His touch is nothing short of gentle, contrasting the darkness swirling within his eyes at this very moment as he stares deeply into your gaze.
âStill wish to tease me, My Love?â You grin devilishly, licking your lips as your gaze darts down to where he pins your wrist to your stomach.
âWhoâs teasing who now, My Love?â His voice is low, nothing more than guttural in tone as his eyes flash black. âI thought I told you I wish to take my time with you tonight.â
âYou did.â Your expression softens the slightest bit, a warmth lighting up behind your eyes. âAnd I said I wanted us to fulfill our deepest desires, as well.â
You feel his cock twitch against your clothed core as he grins above you. âFuck- I love you.â
The words have barely finished escaping him when his lips are pressed against your own. The hand holding your wrist finally lets go. Only, before you can so much as react, you find your breath hitching, a pleasant thrum travelling throughout your body. The feeling radiates out from your very core, spreading down towards the very tips of your toes.
The dagger, which you had left resting beside you on the mattress, is suddenly at your throat. A wild, desperate look shines within Hongjoongâs eyes as he holds the blade mere millimetres from your skin.
âBeg for me, My Queen.â
The soft gasp has barely finished falling from your parted lips when your hands tighten around him again for the nth time this evening. A fact of which has his own hips involuntarily shifting forward, cock twitching against you once more.
âPlease, Joongie,â your voice portrays every bit of desperation you feel for him in this moment. âTouch me.â You swallow lightly. âI need you to touch me.â
Slowly, the corner of his lips quirk upwards, and that hand he still has tenderly cupping your breast begins to sneak down your body.
âFeel how wet you make me, My Love.â You breathe out. âPlease, Iâm tired of only fantasizing about what your fingers feel like on me.â
Hongjoongâs own breath hitches, those very fingers of his halting all movement as the tips teasingly trail along the top of your panties. He can feel his heartbeat ringing in his ear, threatening to burst right out of his very chest at any second.
For too long has he fantasized about such words falling from your lips, and now that they have, his head spins. Hongjoong has to hold himself there, desperately telling himself to calm down, lest he want to come before you can even touch him, or even better, he can even touch you. Such a simple phrase means everything to him, and the way you begin squirming beneath his hold says it all.
âYouâve thought about me.â Not a question, but a statement of fact.
âHow can I not think about you?â Your response is airy, hips lifting off the bed as you seek the warmth of his hand that he holds just above your panty line. âYouâre not the only one with desires, Captain.â
âTell me.â Hongjoong growls lowly, his fingers slowly dipping beneath the band of your panties.
A small whimper escapes you, and you attempt to raise your hips to meet his touch. Only, this time, heâs expecting you to do so, pinning your hips in place with his own as he presses that dagger firmer into your neck.
You swallow, excitement thrumming through your veins.
âYou have such pretty hands, My Love,â you whisper, gaze briefly darting downwards as if to glance them. âI canât count the amount of nights Iâve spent in your arms, thinking about your hands all over me. Iâve always dreamt of your fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me in closer to you as we lose ourselves in each other. I want to feel your nails piercing my skin because you can no longer control yourself, sinking your fangs into my neck and drinking your fill of me as we come together.â
A low snarl tears passed his lips as Hongjoong finally shifts his hand down to cup you over your bare pussy. He can already feel the dampness on the back of his skin from where youâve soaked through your panties, and as he finally dips a finger through your folds, he nearly loses himself right then and there.
âFuck- My Queen,â his whole body shakes as he moans lowly. âYouâre dripping.â
âAll for you, My King,â your eyes flutter as you feel him repeat his movements from only a moment before. âAll because of you. Do you see how wet you make me? What your words alone can do? How much Iâve been craving your touch?â
Again, he growls, the tips of his fingers coming up to lightly begin circling over your clit. The way he can feel your pussy practically pulsating beneath his touch has him smirking into the skin of your neck.
Another low moan escapes you, your whole body shuddering as he increases the pressure slightly over your clit. Already, your legs begin to tremble, high pitched whimpers falling from your lips as you toss your head back onto the pillows.
Only, he immediately halts all movement over you, drawing a desperate whine from your throat. Yet, he never lifts his fingers from your dripping cunt, making sure to keep the tips pressed firmly against that sensitive little clit of yours.
âI didnât tell you to stop.â His voice is low, nothing more than an animalistic drawl in your ear. He circles your clit once. Slowly. âKeep going. I want to hear it all.â
Your lips part in a breathless moan, and you are more than happy to oblige.
âIâve-â you inhale sharply, feeling him adding the slightest bit more pressure as he resumes circling that sensitive little nub of yours, âIâve always enjoyed the idea of being marked.â Your chest heaves as you feel him nip at your neck. âOf being claimed.â
He hums, his lips placing wet, open mouthed kisses along your racing pulse. All the while, his fingers never halt their movements over your clit for even a second.
âThe mere thought of you-â your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to hold back that impending wave of your orgasm, toes curling prematurely. âOh god-â
He smirks against your neck, adding even more pressure over your clit as his fingers circle that swollen bundle of nerves skillfully.
âGo on, My Queen,â he nips once more at the shell of your ear. âTell me.â
âHongjoong-â The gasp of his name is a mere warning on your lips.
âTell me, and then let me feel you drench my fingers in your love,â his voice is but a mere growl on his lips, hips slowly grinding against your side in time with the movements of his fingers.
A loud moan escapes you, your brow furrowing as your whole body tenses beneath his touch.
âI donât think Iâve ever come harder by myself than to the thought of you claiming me as yours.â Your words are rushed, voiced hushed as your hands come up to desperately cling onto the sides of his arms.
The second that admission escapes your lips, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head. Your back arches off of the bed, his name falling in desperate whines from your lips as your orgasm crashes into you. You can feel your release dripping out of you and onto his fingers, your whole body trembling beneath his touch.
A pleased snarl escapes him, both from hearing your admission and watching you fall apart immediately afterwards. The fact that he can feel you soaking his fingers as he teasingly drags them through your folds, circling over your entrance lethargically has pleased growls building continuously in his throat with every exhale he makes.
Only now, Hongjoong wants more.
That dagger at your throat gets tossed beside you once more on the bed in favour of his hand cupping your face. Instantly, his lips are back on yours, swallowing all of your sounds as he gives you no time to recover from your first orgasm of the evening. Dipping two fingers through your folds, he pushes them inside you, moaning lowly as he feels your whole body shudder beneath him.
âAnother,â the feral command is growled against the skin of your lips as his teeth sink lightly into the tender flesh. âGive me another.â
His pace is ruthless, fingers massaging your inner walls as his thumb finds your clit once more. His movements are precise, albeit desperate as he continues to grind his hips against your side, his cock twitching in tandem with the way your warmth squeezes his digits so delicately.
You can no longer form words. The intensity of your first orgasm has barely subsided as he begins to coax another from you. All you can do is moan, lips moving against his own as he swallows all of your sounds greedily, fingers curling within you as he begs for you to fall apart for him again.
âSo fucking beautiful, My Queen,â he whispers against your mouth. âSuch an ethereal sight, watching you fall apart for me.â He hums pleasantly, his chest rumbling in content. âBecause of me.â
Again, your whole body begins trembling in his hold, and all you can manage are loud moans as his name falls from your lips in desperate whimpers.
âGive it to me, My Love.â Lightly, he nips at your neck, sucking gently on your skin. The softness of his lips completely contrasts the eager movements of his fingers, his thumb pressing firmly against your clit as he adds more pressure to each of his digits within your cunt. âI want to hear you scream.â
As if your body is set to obey his every command, your second orgasm crashes into you, much more intensely than the first. Your whole body shakes, a loud cry of his name escaping your lips as you arch into him. Your chest presses against his, legs twitching as you feel your walls spasming around his fingers still buried deep inside of you.
âYes,â his voice is but a low, pleased snarl as he helps you through your release. âThatâs it, My Love. Just like that.â
A breathless whine of his name escapes you, attempting to catch your breath as your chest heaves. Luckily, his fingers have finally stilled within you, and the next kiss he places upon your lips is tender. Even if he still growls with every exhale.
Softly, he begins trailing kisses down your jaw and to your neck, sucking lightly over certain areas that have your breath stuttering. Slowly, he removes his fingers, feeling as you shudder beneath him once more.
âYouâre doing so well for me, My Love,â his voice is nothing short of tender as he cups your face with his opposite hand. Gently, his thumb strokes over your cheek. âMy Beautiful Queen.â
Your eyes flutter shut, basking in the gentle caress of his touch as he kisses you. The movement of his tongue over your own is languid, and he hums lowly into your mouth as you finally release your hold on his arms.
The fact that he can still feel the dull press of your nails against his skin, even after you pull your hands away, makes him smile.
Pulling away, he rests his forehead against your own.
âI just-â You lick your lips, chest still heaving as you rest beneath him. âI just need a moment.â
A pleased rumble shakes his chest, âOf course, My Love.â
âYou truly are insatiable, arenât you?â Your voice holds nothing but amusement as your eyes blink open, the faintest of smirks tugging at the corner of your lips.
âWhen it comes to you,â he pecks your lips softly. âAlways.â
You hum contently, your one hand gently stroking over his spine as he rests above you. Nothing but love can be seen in your gaze as you stare deeply into his eyes, smiling tenderly up at him as he looks upon you in the exact same way that youâre gazing at him.
In fact, heâs so enraptured by your gaze that he fails to see your other hand sneaking up the mattress beside you.
Finally, you seem to catch your breath.
In the blink of an eye, that dagger is now at Hongjoongâs throat. The tip rests mere millimetres beneath his chin, and you can feel the pleased growl that reverberates through his chest against your own as his gaze darkens.
âMy turn.â You smirk, wrapping your one leg around his hips and flipping your position instantly.
The way he gazes up at you, his eyes flashing black as his hands settle lovingly onto your waist, says it all.
Still, you press that blade to his throat.
âYou certainly know how to please a woman.â You grin, licking your lips. A movement of which, you notice, he follows.
Subtly, his grip tightens on your hips. âI live to please you.â
Your expression softens, a tender smile pulling at your features as you gaze down upon him.
âWell, now I wish to please you.â That knife gets trailed gently down his torso, the tip of the blade caressing his skin and causing goosebumps to raise in its wake. The shudder that wracks his body as you trace the tip over his scar does not go unnoticed by you. âHow about it, My King? Shall I reward you for always taking such good care of me?â
Hongjoongâs breathing deepens, eyes trailing over every inch of your figure as you move to slip that silk robe from your shoulders. His lips part, a choked moan escaping him as he feels you beginning to grind yourself down into him.
Your brow quirks, amusement tugging at the corner of your lips.
âDid making me come for you please you that much, My King?â Your voice is but a sultry drawl as you begin to shift down his body.
Once more, his eyes flash black. âYou have no idea what you do to me, My Queen, nor how long Iâve desired only to please you.â
Your breath catches in your throat, and you can feel your heart skip a beat in your chest. Warmth blooms beneath your skin, for you know he only speaks the truth, especially given the way his dark eyes drink you in.
Sitting back on your knees, you settle between Hongjoongâs legs. A small pride blooms in your chest as you see the prominent wet patch on his jeans, his semi-hard cock already straining once more against the material.
Hongjoong observes your every movement carefully. Every twitch of your brow, every subtle upturn of your lips, he sees. The way you hungrily trail your own gaze over his body has his shivering in contentment, anticipation clawing at his chest as you hand that dagger back to him.
Gently, he takes the blade from your hand, silently asking you with his eyes what you wish to do with such an item.
âStick it in my headboard for all I care,â you grin, hands finding purchase on his thighs and rubbing over the clothed flesh tenderly. âIâm about to have my hands full.â
The way his hips buck upwards, a low groan escaping him is completely involuntary. His mind runs wild with the implications behind your words, and he hardly registers slamming that dagger into the wood above his head.
You giggle, and the sound is pure music to Hongjoongâs ears. âSomeoneâs eager.â
âMy Love-â
âI know, Joongie,â you grin, glancing up at him through your lashes. âYouâre not the only one whoâs fantasized about feeling my tongue on you.â
This time, itâs his turn for his eyes to roll to the back of his head. His back arches, cock twitching beneath his jeans as your words settle over him. Knowing youâve desired the same things as he has only makes his head spin, his need for you growing tenfold as he feels your fingers trailing up his thighs.
A blink, and youâre leaning over him, hands splayed over his chest as you kiss him deeply. His hands slip down to your ass, and you giggle into his mouth as you feel him squeeze you appreciatively.
Slowly, you begin to trail your own lips down his neck, biting and sucking marks into his skin along the way. His hands never once leave you, holding onto you for as long as he can as you shift over him, kissing and nipping your way down his bare torso. Not before laving your mouth over that scar once more, though. A fact which has his whole body shuddering, hips bucking upwards to seek any sort of friction that he can.
âSo handsome, Joongie,â You hum, teeth grazing the skin just above waistline of his jeans. âYou are everything I could have ever asked for, and so much more.â
A shameless moan escapes him, his fingers reaching for you desperately. Only, you chuckle, moving just out of his reach.
âPatience, My Love,â your own hands grasp his waist, squeezing gently. âItâs like you said before,â you grin, âweâve only just begun.â
The moment your fingers start to undo his belt, Hongjoongâs lips part. His eyes never once leave your figure, drinking in the sight of you, still in that sinful red ensemble, ready and willing to please him. Truly, this is everything he could have ever wanted, and so much more. The fact that youâve already given so much to him today, and that you plan to give him more, makes his whole body come alight, his soul singing beneath his skin.
The slow, meticulous movement of your hand undoing his zipper only serves to tease him further. Your touch is like electricity, making his skin come alight in the best ways wherever you choose to caress his body. The way you lick your lips eagerly as you hook your fingers beneath both the waistline of his pants and his underwear has his cock twitching in tandem, straining against the material until such a time where you remove them from him.
A low, pleased moan slips passed your lips as you watch his cock spring free of its confines. The tip is already an angry red, and you swear that you can practically see it throbbing from where it sits, pressing firmly against the skin of his stomach.
You toss his remaining clothes somewhere in your room, mouth practically salivating as your eyes stare down at his cock. The way you lick your lips makes him twitch, and you cannot help the grin that tugs onto your features as you realize this.
âSuch a pretty cock, Joongie,â you slowly lower yourself to him, letting him feel the warmth of your breath on the skin of his thigh as you place a tender kiss to his flesh. âI havenât even touched you yet and youâre already this hard.â
âAll for you, My Queen,â he replies breathlessly. âYou should see how hard I get just from you merely looking at me.â
Your heart positively flutters inside of your chest, a warmth blooming within.
Softly, your hands trail up his thighs once more, nails scratching lightly over his skin.
He shudders.
A smile rests on your face as you begin placing tender kisses along the inside of his one thigh. Your hand comes up to settle over his hip, thumb gently stroking over his skin as you hear him moan.
âMy Queen,â his voice is desperate; airy.
Using your opposite hand, you push his thighs further apart, settling between them comfortably. Your head rests just above his aching cock, and with every exhale, he seems to twitch against his stomach. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice how his hands fist the sheets at his sides. A fact which makes you smirk.
âI had also planned to worship you tonight, My King.â You tell him lowly, hearing how he whimpers your name so beautifully in response. âLet me make all of your fantasies come to life.â
A loud moan escapes Hongjoongâs lips as he feels you drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, slowly. You repeat the action a few times, drawing different patterns against him as you trace your tongue over a prominent vein. The fact that his breathing picks up, his head getting tossed back against the pillows only makes you smirk, loving the effect youâre already having on him.
Slowly, you bring that hand you had resting on his hip to his cock, holding him firmly in your grip. You pump him a few times, thumb swiping over his leaking slit as you spare a glance up at him through your lashes.
The sight that greets you has your stomach twisting in pleasure.
Never have you seen Hongjoong look so dishevelled. His hair is a mess, sticking out in odd ends as some damp strands cling to his forehead. His chest continues to heave, lips parted as low growls slip through with every breath he takes. Already, his eyes have bled black, his gaze fixated on you.
No matter what, he refuses to tear his attention away from the glorious sight that is you. Too many nights have been spent fantasizing about what youâd look like between his legs, and now that he finally gets to observe such a breathtaking scene, he swears to engrave it into his memories for all eternity.Â
The feeling of your hand holding onto him so delicately, occasionally gifting him a tender stroke has low groans escaping him. The wet heat of your tongue dances across his skin, his cock throbbing with every desperate beat of his heart as you continuously lick him from base to tip, just like heâs always dreamed.
The second you shift to lave your mouth over the underside of his cock, Hongjoongâs whole body twitches. He can feel himself internally battling with the feeling of both loving and hating the slow, languid pace youâre taking with him right now. Yet, itâs embarrassing to him how quickly he feels like heâs going to come.
He wants you to make him scream. He wants you to make him beg for you, to make him so desperate for your touch that he falls apart just from a single glance. Yet, he also wants you to be rough with him, to please him until he has nothing left, his come dripping over his spent cock as you force another orgasm from him. For you, and only you.
He wants you to make him cry from the pleasure of it all, but he has a feeling that, somehow, deep down, you most certainly will.
The tender brush he feels of your mind against his own has another shudder caressing his spine. The fact that you immediately open your void to him to let your thoughts shamelessly pour over him as another low, desperate moan of your name falling passed his lips.
So hard for me, Joongie, Your voice echoes shamelessly through his head. Fuck- I love the feeling of you against my tongue.
As if to emphasize your point, another long lick is given to him from base to tip. Only this time, the moment you reach the head, you wrap your lips around him, suckling him gently into your mouth.
The moan that escapes Hongjoong is nothing short of needy, his hips bucking upwards in pursuit of the warmth of your mouth. Except, youâre faster, releasing him with a slight chuckle as you pull away from him.
He whines, the loss of contact making his thighs twitch.
âI control the pace, My Love,â you tell him, voice firm as your dark eyes meet his own. âTouch me all you want, but I determine when you come.â
âYes, Mistress,âÂ
The whine he lets out goes straight to your core, lips parting in a silent moan. Only, you feel his whole body stiffen beneath you.
Glancing up reveals him staring down at you worriedly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Youâve never discussed the use of certain names within the confines of the bedroom, and heâs not sure how you may react. However, at the way youâre staring at him, eyes dark with nothing but love and lust for him, he has a feeling youâre rather enjoying yourself right now.
You quirk a brow, the corner of your lips twitching upwards, âGood Boy.â
The moan that tumbles from his mouth is shameless, and his cock twitches once more. He can feel your hand tighten slightly around him, pumping him a few times as you begin placing open mouthed kisses along the underside of his cock.
âOh, fuck- My Queen,â he hisses, hips shifting involuntarily beneath your hold. âYour mouth-â he pants, eyes squeezing shut as a high-pitched whine escapes him. âYour tongue.â
A pleasant hum is all the response he gets as you suckle one of his balls into your mouth. The second Hongjoong feels your tongue caressing his skin, his hips jerk, more precome leaking from his tip.
âFeels so-â a choked moan escapes him as you hum around him, âFuck- you feel amazing.â
A soft giggle slips passed your lips as you release him, wasting no time to take his hard cock into the warmth of your mouth. Gently, you suckle at his tip, swirling your tongue around him as you lower yourself further onto him. The pleased hums you continuously let out only serve to reverberate sinfully against his shaft, making his thighs shake as his one hand comes up to cup the back of your head.
âDonât stop,â he whimpers, gaze desperate and pleading as he meets your own. âMy Queen-â he gasps, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. âDonât fucking stop.â
The whole time you move over him, you make sure to watch his every expression. You can feel yourself practically beginning to drip down your thigh through your ruined panties, the sounds heâs providing for you going straight to your core.
A pride builds in your chest as you work your tongue over his hard cock. Youâve never seen Hongjoong look this disheveled, his normally composed appearance giving way to a man absolutely lost within the pleasure youâre providing for him now. It makes you wonder if this is how he always looks when he thinks of you, if youâve always been able to make him lose his composure just from a single touch.
From the way heâs moaning for you now, your name falling like a sinful mantra meant only for your ears, you know it to be true.
Simply knowing that you have this profound effect on him makes your whole body come alight in awe. The fact that he can allow himself to be this vulnerable with you, and you with him, means the world to you. To have him, an all powerful King at your complete mercy with his cock down your throat, has you smiling against him. To know that he trusts you, that he has always trusted you is a feeling unlike any other. A feeling which you gladly share, for there is no one else you could ever want - no one else you could ever need - when he is right here, ready and willing to provide you with everything and anything you could ever possibly desire.
Such a pretty cock, My King, you repeat your words from earlier, your mouth full of him as your tongue continues to swirl around his shaft. I could worship it all night long.
A choked moan slipped passed his lips, his hips bucking upwards slightly. The hand he has holding onto the back of your head tightens its grip, and his chest heaves with every breath he takes.
âPlease, My Queen,â he whines lowly, thighs tensing as he attempts to hold himself back.
Coming so soon, My King? Your voice feigns concern, and it only causes him to twitch within your mouth again. More intense than just a mere fantasy, isnât it?
âBetter.â He moans, head being tossed back upon your pillows. âBetter than any fantasy.â
You hum around him once more, your free hand coming up to start caressing his balls.
A loud curse and cry of your name are the only warnings you get before you feel him twitch, coming down your throat. His hand on the back of your head holds you there, and you feel the faintest of pricks digging into your skin, but not enough to draw blood.
You smile around his cock, helping him through his orgasm and letting him lightly thrust into your mouth as he comes down. Your tongue works to gather any of his release that might have escaped you, finally moving off of him with a small pop as you giggle lowly.
You lick your lips, absolutely revelling in the low growls that rumble out of his chest with every exhale that he makes. His hand finally loosens its hold on your head, bringing it around to cup the side of your face. Gently, his thumb begins stroking over your cheek as he attempts to catch his breath.
âCould you get anymore perfect?â His voice rumbles out, lips parting as he watches you smile up at him from between his legs.
Again, you giggle, wiping at the corner of your mouth with your thumb almost teasingly.
In the blink of an eye, Hongjoong has you pinned beneath him again. His kiss is desperate, tongue stroking over your own as he moans deeply into your mouth. His hands trace down your sides, and you faintly register the feeling of something sharp trailing in their wake.
A shiver caresses your spine as you realize heâs teasing you with his claws. The moment his hands settle on your hips, you feel those familiar little pricks digging into your skin and you moan shamelessly into his mouth.
The briefest of flashes of a thought within your mind has him smirking against your lips.
âI promise that Iâll ravish you in my true form another night, My Love.â His words are but a whisper against your lips, but you still cannot prevent the way you shudder for a second time in his arms. âRight now, I wish to take my time loving you.â
You smile up at him, meeting his tender gaze for the nth time this night, âIâm yours, Hongjoong.â
âAs I am yours, My Love.â He returns your soft expression. âNow, as tempted as I am to tear this stunning ensemble from your body, Iâd rather not ruin such a precious memory. Would you?â
âI couldnât agree more, My King.â You reply gently.
Carefully, Hongjoong helps you sit up. His hands slip around your back, skillfully undoing the clasp of your bra and watching as you slide the material from your shoulders. His gaze is nothing but loving as he trails it all over your now exposed torso, hands reaching out to caress your breasts as he helps you lay back down on the mattress.
âLike I said before,â he breathes out, eyes darting from your figure to your own as nothing but awe shines within his. âPerfect.â
He emphasizes his words with a tender squeeze of his hands, massaging your breasts as his thumbs flick over your pert nipples. Slowly, he kisses back down your neck, nipping along the swells of your breasts once he reaches your chest. He continues to cup them so eagerly in his hands, humming lowly against you as he takes his time pressing his lips to your skin.
The second his mouth encases one of your nipples, sucking gently, you moan. The sound is but a sweet melody, one which Hongjoong wishes to continue to elicit from you for as long as he can this evening.
Flicking his tongue over your nipple, heâs quick to release it and move to the other. Giving the opposite the same attention, his low, pleased moans only serve to echo your own, his cock twitching excitedly against you once more.
Slowly, he kisses his way down your stomach, his hands taking their time to caress your sides. His movements are precise, making sure you can feel how much he admires you in his every touch. He hums, laving his tongue over your skin and smiling into each press of his lips against you every time your chest stutters. Wet, open mouthed kisses are placed, almost like a halo, around your stomach, his hands squeezing and massaging your flesh appreciatively.
âThere is not a single part of you that I am not in love with,â the admission is but a low drawl against your skin, his dark eyes peeking up at you as he settles himself further between your legs.
âJoongie,â the sigh of his name is nothing short of tender.
âEvery part of you is absolutely sinful, My Love. You have enraptured me with your very being, and I will kill anyone who says otherwise.â A low growl reverberates in his chest.
Your breath hitches, heart fluttering inside of your chest as you stare down at him.
Again, Hongjoong meets your gaze.
âYou got to taste me this evening,â his voice is but a mere rumble as he hooks his fingers beneath the waistline of your ruined panties. âNow, itâs my turn to taste you.â
In one swift movement, heâs helping you strip yourself of your panties, pushing your thighs open as he settles between them once more. A guttural groan escapes him as his eyes zero in on your pussy, seeing you clench around nothing from his gaze alone. The fact that he can see your essence glinting in the light of the setting sun has a pleased growl rumbling in his chest, your scent completely surrounding him and making his head spin.
You are absolutely intoxicating. The sight of your bare pussy, which he has desperately longed to worship himself, dripping and practically begging for him to touch, has his cock absolutely throbbing against your sheets. For too long has he simply fantasized about this moment, and now that itâs here, heâs going to savour it for all eternity.
âFuck- look at you,â he pants, licking his lips as his eyes flash black. âAlready a mess; just begging for my tongue to have a taste.â
A low moan escapes you, and from the smirk that pulls at his features, you can tell he can physically see you clench around nothing.
He looks up at you, meeting your gaze as his eyes shine. His fingers sink firmly into the skin of your thighs, holding your legs apart as he watches you carefully. Every breath that escapes him boarders on a low growl, his lips parting as he breathes you in.
Softly, your one hand comes up to comb through his hair. Your fingers gently brush the strands away from his eyes, and you smile as you feel him lean into your touch.
His eyes flutter shut.
âYou are my greatest desire,â he breathes out, fingers tightening ever so slightly over your thighs. âI will never stop wanting you, My Love. My heart beats for you, and you alone.â
Your heart swells with warmth, spreading outward from your chest and to the very tips of your fingers. A feeling you are becoming all too used to this evening, and you wouldnât want it any other way.
Briefly, his eyes flit back to your weeping entrance, moaning lowly. âHow Iâve been longing for a tasteâŚâ
Hongjoong goes to lean into you, except, he doesnât get very far.
The hand you have resting in his hair halts his every movement, holding him mere inches away from your pussy as his chest rumbles in discontent. Only, before he can protest, his eyes catch on the way your free hand comes down to part your folds using two of your fingers, putting yourself on full display for him.
You meet his gaze.
âBeg for me, My King.â
Hongjoongâs lips part, his heart stuttering pleasantly in his chest. His nails dig into the skin of your thighs, eyes flashing black as he stares, transfixed, at the way your cunt weeps for him, and him alone.
âMy Queen,â the words are hardly audible over the sound of his own racing heart, âPlease- I need to taste you. You donât know how long Iâve been dying for a taste.â
The corner of your lips twitch upwards, âHow long, Joongie?â
âI have been craving you for what feels like an eternity, My Love,â his eyes glance up to meet your own. âPlease, wonât you let me devour you? Wonât you let me make you come on my tongue? All I want to do is worship this gorgeous cunt of yours. So, please, let me make you feel good.â
Your breath catches, stomach twisting pleasantly from his words.
His gaze lowers back to your quivering pussy, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
âLet me feel you dripping down my chin,â heâs panting again, but he doesnât care. âLet me bring you to the highest of pleasures as you drown me in your cunt. I need you, My Love. You know I wonât ever be able to get enough of youâŚâ
He trails off, and the small whimper he hears you let out sends a pleasant tingle shooting down his spine. Before he can say another word, though, youâre pulling him into you, pressing his face right into your weeping cunt.
The snarl that reverberates against you is nothing short of feral, the vibrations sending pleasant shivers up your spine as Hongjoong wastes no time at all. Thereâs no need to. Not when the greatest temptation of his entire life is spread out before him, whining desperately for him.
Who is he to deny His Queen?
The first taste of you on his tongue has him moaning shamelessly into you, his hands parting your thighs even further as his nails bite into your skin. Slowly, languidly, he suckles at your sweet nectar, the sloppy, wet sounds of his actions filling the space around you and making your head spin.
Hongjoong is shameless as he laves his entire mouth over your dripping cunt, humming contently as he feels you squirming beneath him. His lips have never felt a finer warmth pressing against him, his tongue delving between your folds in chase of the high you offer him with every drop. There isnât a chance in all of the realms that he will ever get enough of this: your sounds, your taste, your cunt. The way you cling to him, thighs threatening to close around his head were he not holding them spread for himself is simply icing on the cake.
Heâs desperate, and heâs not afraid to let it show.
Finest cunt Iâve ever had the honour to devour, My Love, his voice echoes lowly through your head, making you moan. Knowing youâre this wet because of me only makes me want to make you wetter.
âHongjoong,â Tossing your head back onto the pillows, you begin to shift your hips against his mouth.Â
Again, the wave of your impending orgasm approaches fast, the past events of the evening having worked you up so beautifully and kept you on the brink of pleasure this whole time. That, and the added fact that itâs him thatâs currently devouring you like youâre the best damn thing heâs ever had the pleasure to taste in his entire life is making your head spin. You know itâs only a matter of seconds before youâre falling apart for him once more.
Your whole body twitches as his nose brushes against that sensitive little nub of yours.
Should I finally touch that aching clit of yours, My Love? Suckle it between my lips and make you come for me? He hums, and you donât even have to look at him to know that heâs watching your every movement carefully.
âYes, yes! Fuck- please!â You whimper, both hands now finding purchase in his hair as you tug him in closer to you.
The pleased rumble he lets out only adds to the immense amount of pleasure youâre currently feeling. Another whine tumbles shamelessly from your mouth as you feel him dip his tongue between your folds, soon dragging it upwards.
Your whole body twitches, a loud moan falling from your lips the moment he flicks his tongue over your clit. His movements are quick, yet precise, watching you carefully as he suckles that little bundle of nerves between his lips. The eager way his tongue swirls over that swollen bud immediately afterwards has your head spinning, voice close to breaking as your moans rise in pitch.
I know youâre close, My Love. The smile he wears can be felt against your cunt, and it makes your heart flutter. I donât want you to hold back.
âNever,â you shake your head, too lost in the moment to realize what youâre saying as the word spills from you like a mantra.
Give it to me, His voice is but a growl inside of your mind, his grip tightening on your thighs. Let me feel you drowning me in your love. Let me get lost in this gorgeous pussy that could only belong to My Queen.
A pleasant feeling begins building within your abdomen, intense and tight. Youâve only recalled ever feeling it once before, but youâre too far gone to care. The way heâs making you feel is like having your whole body floating in ecstasy, head spinning as you attempt to ground yourself.
âItâs yours. Iâm yours,â you mutter, eyes fluttering shut as you succumb to the pleasure heâs providing you.
You fail to see the way his brow quirks slightly, nothing but a feral devotion and love shining within his eyes as he snarls against you.
âMine.â The word is muffled into your folds, the touch of his one hand leaving your thigh only to immediately slide two fingers into your dripping cunt. âAll mine.â
The moment he curls those two fingers within you, pressing right up against the most sensitive part of your walls, you scream.
His name is no more than a high pitched wail, your entire body trembling as your back arches off of the bed. Your orgasm crashes into you, vision going white as you feel yourself let go, your release flooding out of you and onto his hand.
Snarls, deep and feral, greet your ears. Still, your vision is fuzzy, and you attempt to blink your eyes back into focus as your chest continues to heave with every breath you make. You can feel a certain wetness coating your thighs, dripping down your skin only to be caught by something warm tracing the trails back upwards along your flesh.
Finding enough strength within, you tilt your head to peer down at Hongjoong still resting between your legs. Heâs taken the liberty to remove his fingers from you, his hand back on your thigh and spreading you open for him. Your feet are no longer pressed against the mattress as he holds your thighs, pushing your legs towards your chest so he has unrestricted access to your dripping cunt.
Though his eyes remain fixated on your entrance, walls still spasming from the aftereffects of your orgasm, he takes his time to trace his tongue along your inner thighs. Every last drop of your release, he cleans, tracing over the paths of your sweet nectar that shine enticingly against your skin. Pleased rumbles continue to shake his chest, of which gleams with that same essence, that silver chain with the One Ring dangling almost hypnotically over his heart.
Sensually, he begins laving his mouth over your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your weeping cunt with every kiss.
âI didnât-â his chest heaves, âknow-â a kiss to the innermost part of your one thigh, âyou could do that.â
Lightly, you swallow, your throat already feeling raw and overused.
âItâs still a shock for me, too.â Your voice is a bit rough, managing to speak through your own heavy breaths.
A pleasant hum greets your ears, and your whole body shudders as you feel him lave his mouth sensually over your entrance once more. Gently, he begins tracing his tongue over your swollen lips, licking every last drop of release from your pussy that you have to offer him.
Iâm tempted to see if I can make you squirt again, My Love. He moans against you, the thought alone driving him insane.
Your one leg twitches in response, feeling just how wet youâve made your sheets as they press into your ass.
As much as I want to please you until you pass out from pleasure tonight, he begins, languidly licking from your entrance all the way up to your clit. Gently, he circles that sensitive little nub with the tip of his tongue, hearing your breath stutter pleasantly as another choked moan escapes you. I want to slow things down for a bit. Let you feel every aspect of my devotion to you with every flick of my tongue.
âJoongie,â A soft gasp is all you can offer him as he completely slows his pace, sensually moving his lips over your cunt as if he were kissing your mouth, just like he did earlier.
Thatâs it, My Love, his own eyes flutter closed as he wraps his lips around your clit. Carefully, he suckles on that little bundle of nerves, shaking his head lightly from side to side. I want to hear how good Iâm making you feel.
âSo good, My Love,â you breathe out, lips parting as your chest rises and falls in uneven pants. You hum, your nails scratching at his scalp faintly as you continue to hold him in your grip. âIncredible.â
Hongjoongâs pleased rumble reverberates against your core. Using his tongue, he parts your folds once more, letting the warm muscle explore every inch of you that he can reach. The way you feel around him, let alone the way you continue to positively drip down his face, makes his whole body come alive. Not to mention the way you taste.
Such a pretty pussy, My Love, his voice continues to echo shamelessly through your head as he flicks at your clit. And all mine to devour.
A moan tumbles from your lips as you clench around his tongue, âYours.â
Hongjoong shifts impossibly closer, pressing himself deeper into you.
Is this really my pretty pussy to devour? His already dark gaze flashes black, emphasizing his words with a pointed suck to your clit. Are you this wet because of me?
âYes,â the admission falls like a chant from your lips, nothing but pure pleasure coursing through your veins. âAll yours.â You pant. âAll for you.â
A pleased chuckle reverberates against your core, making you moan.
Mine. One of his hands shift, pulling one of your own free in order to intertwine your fingers with his. Carefully, he rests your joined hands on your stomach, gazing upon you with nothing but love in his gaze. Youâre mine, My Queen. And I am yours.
âMy King.â A soft gasp causes your breath to hitch in your throat. âMy Joongie.â
Thatâs right, My Queen, Slowly, Hongjoong begins to grind himself down onto your mattress in time with the movements of his tongue over your dripping cunt. I am yours. I will forever only be yours.
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you moan lowly.
He squeezes your hand.
Now, let me claim this pretty pussy just like My Queen has always desired me to. A pleased rumble shakes his chest as he focusses his attention back on your clit for the moment.
Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head from his words alone, clinging onto his hand for dear life as the fingers of your opposite hand tighten once more in his hair. All you can offer him are whimpers and whines of his name, accompanied by low moans as you completely succumb to the pleasure that he is providing to you.
Every movement of his tongue over your clit is precise. His eyes never leave your face for a single second as he traces specific patterns over you. Not just any patterns, special ones he has long since desired to draw over this precious cunt of yours. Each stroke begins directly over your clit before heâs dragging his tongue outwards, as if tracing a very specific design over you.
He is.
In the ancient tongue, Hongjoong delicately traces his name over your clit. The movements are precise, and with each stroke, his eyes darken.
Each flick of his tongue brings you closer and closer to the edge once more, and you absolutely revel in the slow, languid pace heâs set this time around. The gradual increase of pleasure from such a slow build up seems to only intensify every feeling, your chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut. Pleasure threatens to drown you at any moment, and you find yourself eagerly jumping into it without a second of hesitation.
You know that Hongjoong will be there each and every time you fall to catch you. So, you let yourself go.
His name falls like a mantra from your lips in desperate whines, combined with breathless whimpers of your nickname for him. The fact that you call him your Joongie has his cock twitching once more against the mattress as he watches you fall apart for him. All because of him.
Thatâs it, My Love, he hums, suckling your clit between his lips and helping to ride you through your high. Such beauty. He moans against you. I can never get enough of you falling apart on my tongue.
Your lips part in a silent gasp, gazing down upon him with such a fond look in your eyes, that Hongjoong is sure to drown in it. Not even a moment later, he feels you attempting to pull him back up to you, and he is more than happy to oblige.
Without wasting another second, Hongjoong is hovering over you once more, pressing himself flush against your body. A moan escapes him as he kisses you just as eagerly as you kiss him, holding you to him in every way that heâs only ever dreamed about. The fact that you wrap a leg around his side to pull him in even closer makes his head spin.
Slowly, your one hand creeps up his chest, and he pulls the slightest bit away out of curiosity. His throat bobs as he swallows, noticing how you hook that necklace he wears through your hand, your one finger seemingly slipping into the golden band hanging from the silver chain.
Gently, you caress the side of his face, the cool of the metal contrasting the heat from his skin.
âI love you, Joongie,â you meet his gaze, your own flitting between his dark eyes as you stare lovingly into them. âSo much.â
âYou are everything I could have ever asked for, and so much more, My Queen.â He breathes, holding himself above you as nothing but love for you pours into his every movement.
âThe feeling is very much mutual, Joongie.â You smile, thumb caressing his cheek tenderly. A breath, and your gaze darkens. âNow, become one with me, My King.â
Leaning forward, Hongjoong rests his forehead against your own, a content rumble building within his chest. âIt would be my honour, My Queen.â
The next time Hongjoong presses his lips to yours is slightly different than all of the rest. This time, itâs slower, and much more tender than anything youâve ever felt from him before. His lips move against yours as if telling a story - the story of your love, and how it will forever be interwoven in your lives for years to come. It tells of the hardships youâve faced, the struggles and fights, but more than all of that, the unyielding strength and resolve youâve both had to come this far.
He loves you. Desperately. Unwaveringly. Unconditionally.
Forevermore.
Nothing, absolutely nothing will ever take this moment - you, him, your love, your very souls - away from each other.
Gently, Hongjoong shifts his hips, bringing a hand down to align himself with your entrance. Teasingly, he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, bumping against your clit a few times and making you moan. Only, he pauses, the head of his cock just pressing against your entrance as he looks up to meet your gaze once more.
âAre you-â he swallows thickly, âAre you sure?â
You take this time to study his features, eyes flitting everywhere over his face. You note the slight furrow of his brows, the clenching of his jaw as he holds himself above you. His jaw ticks as his chest heaves, nothing but tender love and affection shining within his gaze as he looks upon you like you are his entire world.
To him, you are.
The fact that, despite his own raging desires - his very need for you - as he is mere seconds away from pressing into you, he still holds your comfort and wellbeing so highly, lets you know exactly how to feel in this moment here with him. You have no hesitance, nor regret for your decision right now, and time and time again, Hongjoong has proved just how worthy he is. How worthy heâs always been, especially to you.
âMore sure of anything than Iâve ever been in my entire life, Hongjoong.â You reply, reaching up to cup his face tenderly in both of your hands. âI want this.â You lean up to peck his lips. âI want you.â
Nothing but love shines within his gaze as he fully presses himself against you, slowly beginning to push into you as he claims your lips with his own. The languid movement of his tongue on yours is synonymous with the gentle push of his hips, moaning into your mouth as he sinks into you inch by slow inch.
Involuntarily, you clench around him, walls fluttering against his cock as you feel him fully sheath himself within you. The way he fits, almost perfectly, inside of you makes you moan, your hands shifting to his back to pull him into you closer.
Parting from your lips, Hongjoong groans. Thereâs a slightly deeper furrow to his brow as he focusses on remaining still inside of you until you give him the okay to move. For too long has he dreamt of this moment, and now that itâs finally here, nothing could have prepared him for the absolute euphoria that is your tight, wet heat surrounding all of him.
âFuck- Joongie,â your breathless voice reaches his ears, and he focusses on placing small, tender kisses against the skin of your neck to ground himself. âYou feel so good inside me.â
His cock twitches, feeling your walls clench around him almost rhythmically.
âMy Love-â he manages to get out through pants. âFuck- My Love-â
Gently, your one hand comes up to begin threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. You hold him to you, purposely clenching around him as the nails of your opposite hand dig into his back.
âI was made for you, My Queen,â his nose trails gently up along your racing pulse, his lips finding purchase on the skin right below your ear. âMade to hold you, to cherish you, to worship you.â He nips at the shell of your ear, voice rumbling out in a low growl. âMade to love you.â
He can hear the hitch in your breath, and it only makes him smile.
âPlease, Joongie,â Your grip tightens around him, a small whimper falling from you lips.
The slight shift of your hips against his own is everything he craves, his heart racing alongside your own. Itâs all he needs to know that youâre ready, simply waiting for him to fulfill his every promise, and become one together like you both so strongly desire.
Pulling away to stare deeply into your eyes, Hongjoong slowly begins grinding his hips into yours. The gasp you let out as he pulls almost all the way out of you, only to roll his hips back into your own has another small smile pulling at his features.
Gently, he reaches up to take your hand in his. Ever so carefully, he turns his head, never once faltering in the slow, sensual grind of his hips against your own with every soft thrust into you. With the utmost of grace, he places a kiss onto the back of your palm, his eyes fluttering shut as he absolutely revels in this moment, right here, right now, with you.
âThere is nothing I wouldnât do for you, My Love,â he breathes, intertwining your fingers together as he rests your hands on the mattress beside your head. âYou are mine, and you always will be. Just as I will always be yours.â
A tender moan slips passed your lips, feeling as if your heart is close to bursting from your chest with how much it swells with nothing but love for him inside of you.
âYou are worth every second I spent without you in my life, just to be able to get the chance to love you now.â The admission is but a whisper on his lips, but still, he never once stops the movement of his hips.
âI-â A low moan escapes you, your hand on his back pulling him in closer as you nearly lose yourself to the feeling of him sensually grinding himself into your. You wet your lips. âIâm sorry for making you wait so long.â
Immediately, heâs shaking his head as he stills inside of you.
âI would wait forever if it meant getting to be with you like this, even just once.â There is only the deepest form of both love and sincerity shining within Hongjoongâs eyes as he meets your gaze. âForever, and a day.â
Your breath hitches, heart swelling once more inside of your chest. Your expression softens and you bring the hand you have resting on his back around to tenderly cup the side of his face.
âHow lucky we are, then, to have finally found each other.â
He smiles softly, resting his forehead against your own. âI couldnât have said it better myself, My Queen.â
You mirror his expression, the tips of your fingers beginning to tingle where you cling to him.
âNow, make love to me, My King,â Your voice is but a whisper as you stare into his loving eyes. âLet us finally become one.â
His heart flutters, gaze darkening as he shifts himself above you, âWith pleasure.âÂ
Rolling his hips sensually into yours, Hongjoong absolutely adores how you immediately sigh so blissfully in response. Your eyes flutter shut as his free hand comes down to grasp your thigh, pulling your leg up and around his waist as he slowly thrusts into you. Every grind of his hips into yours has you sighing, lips parting as soft breaths escape you.
Each movement of his is slow. Precise. He needs you to feel his love, needs you to understand that his every breath, his every thought, all of him, is for you. Always and forever, he is yours. He lives for you, and only you. Right now, he intends to make you drown in him, just as heâs always been consumed by you.
âYouâre taking me so well, My Love,â He moans lowly, teeth grazing the side of your neck.
A pleased hum escapes you, âMade for you.â
Softly, he growls, his hips snapping the slightest bit harder into your own from your words.
âFilling me so well, My King,â You clench around him in time with your words, and his hips falter only slightly. âI can never get enough of you.â
His lips are on your own without another thought, increasing his pace as he thrusts into you. Still, his movements are sensual, but thereâs a slight urgency to the way he buries his cock within your warm walls now, loving how he can hear every whimper and whine you give him.
âFuck- I love you, My Queen,â he emphasizes his words with a sharp thrust into you, his fingers harshly digging into the skin of your thigh as if to pull you even closer. âI love everything about you,â his voice is strained, low and guttural.Â
âI love your body,â another sharp thrust is given, his voice but a growl on his lips.Â
âI love your mind,â his forehead presses against your own as he snaps his hips into yours.Â
âYour very soul is perfect.â A pleased rumble reverberates in his chest as his eyes flash black. âPerfect for me.â
âHongjoong,â you pull him flush against you, your head getting tossed back onto the pillows as your eyes flutter shut. You clench around him. âHongjoong, please-â
At another particularly sharp thrust, your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes roll.
âAgain,â his voice growls out. âSay it again.â
Immediately, you comply, moaning out his name as your one hand desperately begins to claw at his back.
The shiver you feel caress his spine makes you smile.
A deep, guttural groan escapes him, burying his face into the side of your neck as he increases the pace of his thrusts. What truly makes him snarl is the feeling of you wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him ever closer into you.
You can do nothing but whimper beneath him now, the nails of your one hand raking down his back as you squeeze his with your other. Each thrust he offers you is angled precisely, the tip of his cock rubbing against that special spot inside of you as you can do nothing but lose yourself to the pleasure he is providing you.
âMy Beautiful Queen,â he snarls, teeth nipping at your tender flesh before heâs soothing over the bites with his tongue. âFuck- your pussy is mine. Mine to please. Mine to love. Mine to fill until youâre satisfied.â
A moan escapes you, and your legs tighten around his waist. Lightly, you nip at his ear, your walls squeezing him so sinfully. âYour cock is mine, My King.â
A feral snarl, deeper than any youâve ever heard him make before, tears from his throat.
âAll for you, My Queen.â His hips snap desperately into your own, the wet sounds of skin on skin only serving to fuel his every movement further. âI was made to serve you, to please you in every way. My cock is yours, let me use it to fill you with my endless love.â
An endless stream of âyesâ falls from your lips, eyes nearly rolling as you feel the familiar prick of his claws against your ass as he angles you to meet his every thrust.
âDo you feel how wet I am for you, My Love?â You manage to choke out, voice low and gravelly. âFeel how my love drips endlessly for you.â
Hongjoongâs hips stutter, his cock throbbing deep within you as his brow furrows. Your words nearly have his own eyes rolling, but he forces himself to hold off for now. He needs to see you come again for him. He needs to be the sole reason youâre screaming his name once more.
Slowly, the gentlest of touches begins to caress your mind. Itâs warm, and soft, not unlike the feeling of sunlight on a beautiful summerâs day. It originates from the very tip of his red string at the edge of your void, beginning to seep outwards through your mind as you feel a gentle tug pulling at your whole being. The feeling is like being opened and surrounded at the same time, but itâs pleasant none the less, and you begin to feel an intense pressure building within your very core.
He has to time it perfectly.
âI need you-â
âYou have me, Joongie,â you whisper, tilting your head slightly to the side to give him better access to your neck. âYou will always have me, My Hongjoong.â
A earth-shattering roar tears from his throat.
Reaching his hand up, Hongjoong doesnât even realize heâs grabbed onto the handle of your dagger. Harshly, he drags the blade through the wood of your headboard, eyes the deepest black theyâve ever been as a complete and utter feeling of euphoria floods his veins. His face buries itself in the side of your neck, fangs piecing your flesh right at the juncture where it meets your shoulder.
Instantly, your blood is flooding his senses, but thatâs not all.
Memories begin appearing in his mind as he feels his soul and yours finally becoming one, dancing within the very depths of your beings and finally merging as he has always intended.Â
Memories that are not his own.
Through your eyes, he sees you turning around to face that makeshift front desk they set up all those long months ago. He feels the genuine surprise you felt when you first laid your eyes upon him, but also the spark of attraction that announced itself upon your first meeting.
He sees flashes of memories here and there of the very first days you had known each other. He feels the uncertainty, the caution, but soon, those originally negative emotions give rise to more gentle, pleasant ones. A fact of which that makes his heart swell inside of his chest.
The garden appears before his very eyes, and he sees himself gazing upon you with such fondness in his eyes as you thank him for creating such a space for you. He hears you telling him that maybe, just maybe, loving him wonât be such a bad thing after all. The way he can feel your heart warming in that moment says it all.
The time at the mall spent with all of them is the next memory to flood his senses, and he is privy to how good you felt after you condemned that bastard all those months ago. He observes the various subtle glances you gave him that day, all of which he thought were too good to be true. Yet, there he sits, directly across from you at that table, and sure enough, you keep glancing towards him. That fact that your curiosity is now running unfiltered through his mind, combined with the fact that youâve always wanted to know more about him makes his head spin.
So many of these scenes, and more, play out in his mind as he feels you completely consuming him in the best of ways. All he knows in this moment is you, and he wouldnât want it any other way.
The garden makes a reappearance, and he sees himself holding your hand tenderly in his own. His arm is wrapped around you as you both sit on that bench together, gazing upon the fountain. His breath hitches as both your thoughts and feeling wash over him, whole body stilling as he hears your voice echo throughout his head.
âYeah,â you sigh to yourself, settling further against his side. âI think I might be falling in love with him.â
Hongjoong doesnât exactly know the precise moment you fell in love with him, but if he thinks about it, he canât exactly pinpoint the moment he knew he was in love with you, either. All he does know, is that every single emotion youâve ever felt towards him, both the good and the bad, flood his very being right now. Emotions which overwhelm him in the best of ways.
Then, a more recent, unfamiliar memory makes itself apparent. Itâs of you, alone in the shower, your back pressed firmly against the wall. Itâs as if heâs an outside party, getting the first glance at the beautiful sight that is you, naked and wet, pleasing yourself to the thought of him.
His breath catches.
Youâve thought of him. You werenât just telling him what he wanted to hear earlier. Youâve actually made yourself come to the thought of him.
Carefully, his eyes trail over your figure, noting the hand you have over your mouth in attempts to keep quiet as you press the shower head to your aching clit. Slowly, your hips begin to grind against the spray of water, small whimpers escaping you. Though, thatâs not truly what makes his head spin.
Your thoughts from this exact moment in time shamelessly wash over him now, and he gets a front row seat to such fantasies youâve seemingly always had about him. A fact which makes him smirk, a pleased rumble building within his chest as he fully submerges himself to the feeling of you and your thoughts flooding his mind.
He wouldnât want it any other way.
You, on the other hand, are fairing no better.
Just as you speak those final words to him, you feel Hongjoong twitch deep within you. His claws only sink into your skin for a brief moment before you feel him burying his fangs deep within your neck. The sensations, combined with everything that has built up to this moment makes you scream his name, back arching as your eyes roll into the back of your head.
Suddenly, you see yourself walking through the front doors to the house. Though, you suppose it was considered a hotel back then. Still, the thoughts that flood your senses now are not your own, and it only takes you another minute to realize that youâre living his own memories of you right now.
You can feel his excitement at finally getting to see you in person, and the way he shudders at the first whiff of your scent that graces his senses. You hear his thoughts, shamelessly praising you and your beauty as you talk to him, and your heart feels as if itâs going to burst from his lingering emotions the very first time you smile at him.
A blink, and youâre watching yourself flee the dining room that night where it all went down. You can feel the pleasant growl that reverberates within him as he pulls the knife out of his chest, staring down at that blade fondly as thoughts of your bravery and skill fill his mind. You even feel just how affected he is by your actions, pure pleasure coursing through his veins as he chases after you without a second thought.
An array of moments you donât recall flit through your mind next. Some are from before you came to them, while others are longing glances heâs given to you while youâve been in the same room together. You feel his every need, his every desire for you - the desire to prove himself to you and make you his in every meaning of the word.
You feel his jealousy, especially when he barges into Seonghwaâs tailor shop to see you inches away from kissing his brother.Â
You feel his hope in the garden, bright and vibrant, as your words echo like a sirenâs song through his mind after that very special moment you shared. The first of many more to come.
You see him, in the shower, cracking the tiles on the wall beneath his grip as he strokes himself to the thought of you. Shamelessly, his thoughts wash over you. Every fantasy he ever had that night is yours to behold, watching him beg and moan to the mere thought of you. You hear his desperation in the way he moans your name, spilling all over his hand as his heart beats for you, and only you.
Slowly, you drift through all of his memories of you until you finally feel yourself coming back to settle within your own mind. Itâs heavy, and a bit cloudy, but youâre finally able to pinpoint the tingling feeling of your limbs, fingers twitching as you continue to hold Hongjoong so delicately to you.
Carefully, you blink, eyes focussing in on the ceiling above you to further ground yourself. You can feel his lips placing tender kisses against your neck, tongue already soothing over the bite youâre sure now sits proudly against your skin. His cock still rests buried deep within you, and you can feel your combined fluids leaking out of you onto your thighs.Â
Except, you donât care.
You pull him closer.
A low chuckle greets your ears, âWelcome back, My Love.â
All you can mange in response is a hum, nuzzling your face into the side of his own neck. You inhale deeply, humming pleasantly at the intoxicating scents that begin filling your every sense.
âCome on,â he goes to pull away. âLetâs get you cleaned up.â
A loud whine escapes you, and all you manage to do is tighten your hold over him, ensuring that he cannot go anywhere.
âMy Love, you need to at least drink some water,â his own voice is rough, albeit amused, and slightly gravelly in tone as he strokes a tender hand down your side.
Your body suddenly feels as if itâs made of lead, eyelids threatening to fall shut as sleep tugs at the edges of your subconscious. Already, your vision begins to blur at the corners.
âAlright, My Love,â he chuckles lowly once more. âAt least drink this.â
Your brow furrows in slight confusion until you feel him lean into you. His neck is presented to you, and you notice his one hand coming up to attempt to create a small slit in his skin for you.
Only, youâre quicker.
Itâs as if your body immediately knows exactly what to do, recalling the moment you bit into Jonghoâs wrist. Your one hand comes up to grasp Hongjoongâs hair, tugging his head to the side as you lean in to begin suckling softly at his neck.
A low moan greets your ears, and you feel his cock twitch deep inside of you.
You smirk.
A choked moan of your name escapes passed Hongjoongâs lips as he feels you bite down on his neck. He feels your teeth, suddenly sharper than he ever recalls them being, sinking into his flesh, soon followed by the gentle laving of your tongue over the bite.
His eyes flutter closed in bliss.
A soft, albeit pleased hum escapes you as you feel his blood flooding your senses. The subtle taste of strawberry cheesecake greets your tongue, and you suckle all too eagerly at the wound.
Lowly, a growl rumbles from deep within your chest.
You freeze, pulling away to blink up at him owlishly, his blood now painting your lips that sinful shade of red, âI- uh-â
Before you can get another word out, his lips are on yours, calming your mouth with a slow, yet sensual kiss. His own chest rumbles in satisfaction as his hands settle lightly onto your waist. Then, ever so carefully, he flips your positions, letting you rest on his chest while his cock still remains buried deep inside of you.
âGet some rest, My Love,â he places gentle kisses over your face, arms wrapping securely around your waist. âIâve got you.â
The sound of gentle chimes seem to echo in the distance, and it makes you smile.
âI love you, Joongie,â you mumble, eyes already fluttering shut as you settle your head onto his chest, resting softly above his beating heart. âI always will.â
Hongjoong smiles, a low, pleased hum escaping him at your words.
âAnd I love you, My Queen.â He places a tender kiss onto your forehead, relaxing fully into this moment with you as his eyes fall shut. âUntil the end of time.â
Again, the soft sound of chimes echoes in the distance, and itâs that thought - that warmth - that you feel surrounding you as you rest in his arms which lulls you to sleep, basking in the embrace of the one who loves you most.
The one who will always love you.Â
More than life itself.
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As you may have noticed, I started getting into Resident Evil and the Leon brainworms are strong. I am so down bad for this man so it was inevitable that I would have to write something for him soon.
So here you go, enjoy!
gn reader
tw yandere, obsession, over-protectiveness, delusional mindset, mentions of violence and guns ( because it´s resident evil), staring, delusional mindset
Please do tell me if there is anything else you would like to have tagged!
General Yandere! RE2 Leon Kennedy headcanons
I believe that rather than an authority figure or someone working with the government, Yandere! RE2 Leon would fall in love and grow obsessed with a civilian
He first sees you in Racoon City, an innocent bystander running away with a zombie following behind very closely. You were scared to death and Leon immediately decided to jump into action, not at all hesitating drawing his gun and shooting the zombie until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving
It has always been in his nature to protect other people and so naturally, he just had to help you out.
But there was also a different reason why he had decided to help you. Truthfully, Leon had just been overwhelmed with relief to see another living human being amidst this hell he had been thrown into. All this time he had feared that he might be truly alone in this, but now there´s someone else. Someone that can keep him company in these dire times. Someone he can talk to. Someone he can protect and keep safe
Of course you´re very happy to see Leon after he had basically just saved your life and so, after you´ve both introduced yourself to each other, you agree to tag along with Leon when he offers to take you with him
I mean why wouldn´t you? Going with him would greatly increase your chances of surviving this entire ordeal and not being completely alone just lifts a huge weight off your shoulders
You´re honestly just glad that Leon lets you go with him, it´s not like you´re really of use to him, so you would have understood if he decided that it was too much to deal with
And yet, when he looks at you with a small smile and promises you that he´ll keep you safe no matter what, you have a feeling that you can trust him to keep his promise
And he definitely does! Whenever a zombie appears, Leon tells you to get behind him while he wastes no time shooting them.
He has to admit though, the way you fearfully hide behind him and stick close to him makes him feel a little strange. Why does it feel so good for you to go to him for protection? Why does he like knowing that he´s the one making sure you´re unharmed, the one taking care of you?
Why does he not want to let go when he protectively wraps an arm around your waist?
Yes, the more time passes, the more Leon starts to fall for you. Going through such a traumatic event with someone else by your side probably speeds up the process too.
You´re both the only partner the other one has. And so, Leon starts to get attached to you. The way he feels about you slowly shifts from someone he met under unfortunate circumstances to someone he met because it was meant to be this way. Fate had brought the two of you together.
Why else would you two be the only living people in this place? There was simply no other explanation.
And he had certainly taken notice of the way his heart speeds up when you smile at him every time you thank him for taking care of you.
He wants to take care of you forever. He wants to show you that he could. Better than anyone else.
And so, Leon gets more and more protective, determined to make sure you both get out of this alive so you can start planning your future with each other.
Because of this, he doesn´t like it when you stray too far away from him. Just having you leave him for around a minute makes him want to make a mad dash to go after you, immensely worried that something might happen to you while he´s not there to protect you.
He´s pacing around the room and biting his fingernails when you tell him you just want to check out a room you saw down the hallway real quick. It doesn´t matter that he already killed all the zombies roaming these halls on your way here, what if there´s another one? What if you´re all alone in that dark room and suddenly the door slams closed and a zombie tumbles out of a locker? What if he wouldn´t be able to get to you quickly enough? What if you died because he wasn´t there?
These thoughts keep eating at him and so Leon practically insists on going everywhere with you, he starts getting really clingy all of a sudden, not letting you walk even two steps without him trailing closely behind.
You might have gotten mad about someone acting that way usually but you can´t really bring yourself to blame him, considering the situation you were in.
Still, you found it kind of creepy how his eyes never seemed to leave your form. Whenever you would turn your head to look at Leon, you would catch him already staring at you intensely.
He´d have the shame to blush and apologize for staring at you but he never really stops doing it either. He just can´t help it, you´re so enchanting he has to always have his eyes on you! It´s like he´s drawn to you.
Um, he always has to make sure you´re safe, is what he meant to say there actually! There´s no other motive behind his staring!
But yes, Yandere! RE2 Leon is like a lovesick little puppy that trails after you and practically begs for your praise.
There´s always this creepily bright smile on his face whenever you thank him for doing something for you. It´s like he´s living off of your praises. And he is, truthfully. There´s nothing better to him than hearing your praise, it makes all this work worth it.
It just feels so good to hear you compliment him so sometimes he makes a show out of killing zombies, trying to look as cool as possible in front of you in an attempt to charm you. He wants you to think he´s cool and reliable. He wants you to think that he´s a good partner. That he could be the perfect boyfriend for you.
Because he´s sure that there´s no one out there that cares about you as much as he does. He would do absolutely anything for you. You could use him as much as you like and he would do it all with a smile on his face.
He just wants to show you how much he adores you, how much he loves you! That you two are meant to be together! He´s too shy to say it to you outright but he knows you must also feel the same way about him. You must! Because you´re soulmates and now that he finally met you, Leon is not willing to let go of you again.
It´s unlikely he would ever lock you up or kidnap you but he desperately wants to be a part of your life.
So please just say you love him back! Tell him you´ll never let him go and Leon will worship you every single day for the rest of his life.
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