#and keeps getting weaker and weaker every day!

[crimsonbubble]

Sins of a Father

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, demon!reader, human priest!yunho, dilf!yunho, demon priest!mingi, threesome, blasphemy, sacrilege, church sex, exhibitionism, public sex, sub!yunho, doms!reader and mingi, overstimulation, marking, blood kink, slight scent kink, kinda dubcon *not proofread, just pure horny*

[koya is the one enabling this sacrilege and blasphemy] @koyagifs

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Yunho woke up in a sweat, his shirt clinging to him like a second skin. His clock read 3:27am, a groan escaping him as he fell back into bed again. His weary eyes slipped shut again, trying to get in the last bit of his sleep before his day starts.

The same dream, the same reaction every night for the past two weeks. He's tried everything he could, wishing, hoping, and praying that you would stop tormenting him. But his pleas only made you hungrier, made you long for him even more. Yunho looked down at himself, heat spreading across his face and ears as he noticed the visible wet spot on his boxers.

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Yunho's day progressed as normal. His church duties kept him occupied enough to forget about his morning. As he wrapped his rosary around his hand, a chill went down his spine, followed by the faint scent of lavender and cider. He spun on his heel, nearly dropping the beads as his eyes scanned the empty corridor. Nothing. No shadow, no presence��yet he knew better. That scent was unmistakable. It was you.

You had always announced yourself in subtle ways—fragrance, warmth, a flicker of red in the corner of his vision. He gripped the rosary tighter, whispering a prayer under his breath that faltered when he heard the faintest whisper near his ear.

"Miss me, Father?"

Yunho swallowed hard, his jaw tense. "You're not welcome here," he hissed, but the words were weaker than he wanted. There was no conviction behind them, only the wavering thrill of anticipation. A soft laugh echoed through the church, followed by the low thrum of footsteps that didn't quite touch the ground. And then, from behind the altar, you appeared—your silhouette painted in shadows, horns glinting under the stained glass moonlight.

“You keep praying for me to stop,” you purred, stalking forward, “but your body begs otherwise.” He backed up, bumping into the wooden pew behind him. You cornered him there, the scent of forbidden desire thick between you. Yunho trembled as your fingers grazed his throat, tilting his head up.

"You do look tired," you murmured. "Lucky for you... I brought help tonight." A second figure stepped out of the shadows—taller, broader. Dressed in the tattered remnants of priestly robes, yet reeking of hellfire and blood. Mingi. “Poor thing,” Mingi said, brushing a finger along Yunho’s cheek. “You’ve been holding back for too long.”

Yunho’s breath hitched. His knees threatened to buckle. You smirked, eyes glowing faintly. “Time to give him what he’s been praying against.”

Yunho’s knuckles whitened as he clutched the back of the pew behind him, the rosary slipping from his grip, clattering to the stone floor. The echo seemed to mock him. Mingi was behind him now, breath hot at the nape of his neck, hands firm on his hips. You stayed in front, your gaze dragging slowly down his body, lingering on the rising and falling of his chest, the telltale bulge beneath his robe.

“You knew we’d come eventually,” you said, voice velvet-soft but dripping with hunger. “You’ve been calling us with every little prayer, every whispered confession soaked in guilt.” Yunho shook his head, but it was weak, barely a protest. You stepped in, brushing your fingers down the center of his chest, feeling the way his heart stuttered beneath the fabric.

“You want to be good,” Mingi murmured, his lips brushing Yunho’s ear. “But you’re so good when you’re bad.” You slipped a hand under the hem of Yunho’s robe, palm hot against his skin. He gasped, head falling back against Mingi’s shoulder as your fingers dipped lower, tracing the curve of his abdomen. “Tell me to stop,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Say the word, and we’ll leave you trembling and untouched.”

He didn’t say it. He couldn’t.

Instead, a soft, desperate sound escaped his throat—half prayer, half surrender.

That was all the permission you needed.

You sank to your knees before him, lips ghosting over the thin fabric of his boxers, now damp and clinging. Mingi kept him upright, hands gripping Yunho’s thighs as your mouth made contact—hot breath, slow licks, kisses that bordered on reverence and ruin. “God can’t hear you down here,” Mingi said with a dark chuckle, dragging the robe off Yunho’s shoulders to bare his skin to the cool air and your warm mouths. “But we can.”

And he did—every whimper, every stuttered gasp, every broken plea.

As you took him deeper, savouring the way he shook under your tongue, Mingi traced sharp kisses down his spine, nails leaving thin red lines that bloomed against his skin like scripture rewritten in lust and sin.

Yunho’s legs trembled.

You didn’t let up.

Not until he was whispering your names like prayers, trembling between you both, no longer sure where the shame ended and the pleasure began.

Yunho barely had time to recover before Mingi gripped his chin, forcing his eyes open. “Focus,” he growled. “You're not done. Not even close.” You rose to your feet slowly, licking your lips as you looked him over—skin flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide. He was beautiful like this: trembling, undone, and completely at your mercy.

You leaned in, voice low and firm. “On your knees, priest.”

He obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the cold stone floor. The sacred silence of the church was shattered by the echo of fabric shifting, soft gasps, and the wet, obscene sounds of your dominance. He looked up at you both, face caught between worship and wreckage. Mingi stepped in front of him, undoing his belt slowly, deliberately, watching Yunho’s mouth part in anticipation. “You prayed for discipline,” Mingi said, curling a hand into his hair. “Now you're going to learn obedience.”

You stood behind Yunho, fingers trailing down his spine, then gripping his hips tightly. “Keep your hands behind your back,” you ordered, voice like sin made silk. “Or we stop.” Yunho whimpered—already on the edge, but his hands immediately locked behind him. He opened his mouth obediently, and Mingi rewarded him with a slow thrust, groaning as Yunho took him in.

You leaned forward, whispering against his ear. “Look at you—on your knees, mouth full of cock, in the house of your precious God. Think He’s watching?” Yunho moaned around Mingi, eyes rolling back.

You didn’t wait any longer. With your hand gripping his waist, you started stroking him slowly, teasingly, nails digging just enough to leave red crescents in his skin. He bucked helplessly between the two of you, overstimulated and overwhelmed. Mingi thrust a little deeper, a little rougher, his other hand resting lightly against Yunho’s throat. “You love this,” he said darkly. “Being used. Being owned.”

You pressed a kiss between Yunho’s shoulder blades, then bit down—just enough to leave a mark. A reminder. A claim. He gasped, choking slightly on Mingi as the pain rippled into pleasure.

“Good boy,” you murmured. He whimpered again, desperate, nearly falling forward—caught only by Mingi’s grip in his hair and your arm around his waist.

There was no more pretending.

No priest. No sanctuary. No God here.

Only you. Mingi. And Yunho, unravelling in your hands like a hymn turned heresy.

Yunho's knees were slick against the cold marble floor now, trembling under the strain. Mingi held him steady, cock still deep in his mouth, while your hand stroked him with merciless rhythm from behind—just enough to bring him close, only to stop again when his body begged to release.

“Please—” he tried to speak, the word garbled around Mingi’s length.

Mingi pulled back just enough for his voice to spill free, but didn’t release his grip on Yunho’s hair. “What was that, priest?” “I—can't—I need to—” Yunho gasped, voice wrecked and hoarse. “Please let me come—please, please…”

You smiled, dragging your nails down his back in one slow, punishing line. “Beg louder.” Yunho’s breath hitched. He was already shaking—hips stuttering, thighs twitching. You knew he was close again. So close it hurt. “Say it properly,” Mingi ordered, smearing precum across Yunho’s flushed cheek. “Confess. Admit what you are.”

Yunho’s voice cracked as the words tumbled out, desperate and raw. “I’m yours—I’m just a filthy fucking toy. I can’t think, I can’t—please, please, use me—break me, I’m begging you…” He sobbed as the words left him, tears slipping down his face, mixing with spit and sweat and shame. And yet, the erection in your hand never flagged.

Mingi leaned down and kissed his tear-streaked cheek. “Good boy.”

“Now,” you whispered into his ear, breath hot and commanding, “come for us. Make a mess right here. On God’s floor.”

Yunho let out a broken, guttural cry—his entire body convulsing in your grip as he came hard, spilling over your hand and onto the sacred stone beneath him. It went on and on, body rocked by wave after wave of release, whimpering through the overstimulation even as Mingi fed him more.

You didn’t stop touching him. Not yet.

“Too much—” he sobbed, eyes wide, voice trembling.

“You said break you,” you reminded him, tightening your grip.

Mingi chuckled darkly, running his thumb along Yunho’s bottom lip. “You still have more to give. We’re not finished.” Yunho collapsed into your arms, boneless, trembling, every nerve alight with bliss and pain. His mouth hung open, lips red and swollen, his eyes dazed. You kissed the side of his neck, tongue tasting salt and surrender.

“There’s no going back now, Father,” you whispered.

And he didn’t want to.

[katboykirby]

GIRL we've actually seen Solomon completely overpower Lucifer in the game?? Like we've witnessed him absolutely rock Lucifer's shit with our own eyeballs live in 4K?? There's literally an entire arc in S3 revolving around having to keep Lucifer safe after Solomon utterly annihilates him and plays him like a damn fiddle like was everyone just playing with their eyes closed? 😭

Pic related it's Solomon's face just after he finishes ruining Lucifer's entire day

[sleepy-little-stars]

andy speaks: a very self-indulgent fic 😞 as a humanities girlie, I just rlly want my silly nerdy stem bf ☹️ hot nerdy stem bf pls pls pls come my way 🙏 zayne will have his version of this too!! bcuz muehehe why have one stem bf when u can have two. TWO?! 😻 n poseidon raf is in the drafts 🙂‍↕️

stem bf!caleb who’s such a nerd trapped in a hot guy’s body, it drives you insane. he could be standing in front of you looking all hot with that pilot uniform of his but the moment he opens his mouth? you just wanna jump him there and then. 

“how much do you love me?” caleb hums in response to your question. he has his arms around you, swaying the both of you ever so slightly from side to side. 

“honestly? like about 9.8 meters per second squared. in other words, gravity is pulling me towards you.” he grins before leaning in to kiss your cheek. 

“could’ve just said you love me to the moon and back.”

“flowery words are your thing, sweets. not mine.”

stem!bf caleb who invites you for a date night at his dorm.

you show up with snacks and a list of movies you want to watch with him, such as barbie because you are going to sit him down and explain how barbie is one of the best movies of the century and the message it conveys to women and little girls around the world— wait.. why is he surrounded with legos?

“what’s with the legos?” 

“it’s not just legos, pip. it’s the 7,500 pieces millenium falcon. come on, help me with it.” he pulled you down beside him on the carpet, your legs deposited on top of his lap and an arm enclosing you to his chest.

“so, you invited me here to make me do labor.” you grumbled seemingly annoyed yet the hand reaching out for the building manual says otherwise. caleb merely chuckles at your faux demise, pecking your temple. “don’t worry. we can watch barbie as we build. and.. we’ll do a powerpoint night tomorrow. deal?”

“deal.” and so you spent the entire night wrestling with tiny building blocks to help complete his beloved spaceship. 

stem bf!caleb who keeps every paper plane you give him. when unfolded, the paper is filled with your words of love dedicated to him. 

stem!bf caleb who is your very own human calculator. you always bring him with you during grocery runs so you can easily keep track of the total as you shop. 

“caleb, add this.”

“bread is $2.49.. your current total is now $11.27.”

“thanks, babe. now, let’s go get chips.”

stem!bf caleb who watches all your favorite films or shows in his free times. he remembers all the times you mentioned them in passing. 

“since when did you watch girl, interrupted?” 

“last night. you were talking about it the other day and i didn’t really know how to respond so i watched it. now, tell me all about lisa again. her character was really something— ah!” he got cut off by you throwing your arms around him and peppering his face with kisses.

stem bf! caleb who yaps about science theories during cuddle time. your head is on his chest, his arms tight around you.

“time slows down when the gravity increases. that’s what you call gravitational time dilation. like, imagine you’re on top of a very high mountain. time would pass faster for you than for someone at sea level because the gravity is weaker the farther you are from the center— babe?” caleb looks down, lips quirked upon seeing you dozed off. he pinches your nose, earning a sleepy whine from you. “stop.” 

“you promised to listen to me talk. are you breaking promises now, pip?” caleb leans closer to bite at your cheek, grinning widely when you push his face away. “i’ll let you yap later. nap comes first.”

“is that a promise?” 

“yes.”

“okay. i love you.”

“.. love you too.” 

“good night.”

“hm.”

“you know, einstein’s theory of relativity—” 

“sleep, caleb.” 

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[tiramissyoucake]

Omni-man Mark hnnnn, piv, fem reader, he gets to bust inside

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Omni-vincible Mark lucked out the best when it came to you in his universe. You weren't an enemy, a friend, a superpowered phenomenon, you were his wife.

His adorable, obedient little wife. He comes home from a long day doing heroics and he sees you prettying up the house, clad in a comfortable shirt with an apron hugging your figure, adorably tied at your back. You always greeted him with a hug and a kiss and an offer for lunch.

He thought people were weak, sure, but he loves how weak you are compared to him. Mark was already a powerhouse Viltrumite, but watching you easily comply as he handles you never failed to excite him, you were weaker than him and eager to please him, like a good pet.

Your ring glinted, squeezed between his fingers as his hand intertwined with yours, his mouth over yours as he kissed you so deeply it made your head spin, his hips repeatedly pistoning into your warmth. Deep. Deep. Deep. It's like his body was trying to swallow you whole.

He parts from your lips, saliva coating your and his lips as his arms move to bracket your head, watching your expression as broken moans were forced out of you with every thrust of his cock. "That's it," he pants against your lips. "That's a good little housewife." It's impressive how stable his tone was compared to how quickly his hips slapped against yours.

The sound of sheets rustling and skin plapping against skin echoed in your shared bedroom, you were going cross-eyed at your husband's onslaught as your hands trembled and clung to his shoulders, legs helplessly locked around his waist. He loved having you like this, seeing just how much he affected you in its rawest form.

This was the best reward he could ask for, he didn't care for civilian applause, medals or appraisals from anyone outside this home, as long as his adorable wife would welcome him home with a kiss, a warm meal and a warm bed he can fuck you in, he's happy.

Mark had already brought you over the edge twice and it still wasn't enough, he wasn't sure if it's alien stamina or if he was just that horny, but he wouldn't stop until he'd filled you, his dick slamming into you relentlessly as the bed groaned and creaked. "You still with me?"

"Mmmh..! Mmaaark...!!" You looked like you were in cloud nine, every thrust he'd bottom out before another would be delivered, you knew marrying a half-Viltrumite would be tricky but you didn't know he was so... insatiable. But you never had any trouble taking him, he makes sure of it.

He needs to feel you cum and squeeze him in at least twice or three times if he really wanted you drunk with his cock, then he'd take it easy. Pausing to make sure you're looking at him before he'd pepper gentle kisses on your lips, his hips now moving slowly but hitting the same depth in your quivering pussy, a squelching noise replaced the skin slapping as he took his time to finish.

"Who's my adorable pet?" It was sweet, never mocking. You whimper in response, oversensitive and spent as he chased his own orgasm. "M-me... I am...!"

"Mmmh- yes, yes you are..." He pants against your lips, watching your features turn to bliss as he pins his hips to yours as close as possible, finally filling you. "There you go..." He nestled his hips into you with a groan that was overlayed by a moan from you. "Nice and deep, just how you like it.." he murmured, a breathless chuckle escaping him as you whined. "I love you, sweetheart."

he was always so thorough, he wanted to make sure his cum would be embedded into you, globs of white that overflowed threatened to leak past his cock, leaving no room for doubt, a good husband should keep his wife full and satisfied, always.

[urfavfakeblonde]

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what if fantasies could really come to life?

warnings: sex fantasies, oral (fem!rec), fingering (fem!rec), heaving makeouts, and prob more let me know what I'm missing <3

"god, please James, feel's so good," I whine, head falling back against the back of the couch. My fingers dance through the short strands of his hair, eyes fluttering down to meet his lustful gaze between my legs. I bite my lip, relishing in the feeling of his skillful tongue against my sopping core. His hands are gentle, yet firm as they keep my thighs open and atop his shoulders. His tongue moves quicker against my folds as legs start to shake violently around his head. "fuck! please, please, pl-"

"Y/n? You okay?" Bucky asks, staring me down. I blink and refocus, stirring the pasta sauce that was tempted to burn. He remains leaned on the counter, setting down his beer. "Yeah sorry," I sigh, leaning over to grab some spices. I open and sprinkle a little into the pot one by one, enjoying the hum of music in the background. It was always easy like this--with Bucky. Silence was never awkward, and often enough words wouldn't need to be spoken to know how one another felt. But this time? This time he definitely wouldn't know what was going on inside my head. I hope. "Do you want me to take over?" He asks, walking to the other side of me to pour the pasta in the boiling water. God, he really is that innocent isn't he? I could think of a few way he could take over but "it's fine, I got it." With a smile on my face. He returns the small smile, something that rarely slipped out. Bucky was closed off, which would make since after everything -- but not so much with me. Before, when we first decided to share an apartment because he needed better decoration skills, and I needed someone to make sure it was organized, he would only force a smile if he had to. But on nights like these, when it was just the two of us after a long day-- his smile felt like it was reserved for me. Maybe that's what started my fantasies in the first place.

He grabs the pasta, pouring it into the boiling water. He moves effortlessly around the kitchen, grabbing a spatula and a strainer. I watch him in awe, moving my spoon in slow circles in the sauce. When he returns to the pot, his hand flex's has he stirs, the sight making me drool, literally. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, clearing my throat. I focus on the sauce, and turn the heat off. I grab a spoon and dip it in before bringing it to my mouth, taking in the flavors. "Is it good?" He asks, glancing over at me. I have to look away, those blue eyes making me weaker. "Yeah, you wanna try?" I dip the spoon in again as to give it to him. He takes it and brings it to his mouth. I groan internally, dirty thoughts clouding my senses. He hums in approval, setting the spoon down in the sink. "Delicious," he says, stirring the pot of pasta. I swallow hard, clenching my thighs together. I mutter a small thanks, grabbing some plates and forks. He pours the sauce in the pasta, glancing over his shoulder as I set down our plates on the island bar. He leans over the counter, placing portions on the plates as I fix up a salad. All of this was in silence, a comfortable one for him, but aching and desperate for me. Dinner was the same. My chewing came to a stop when I looked over at his beautiful form, he wasn't sloppy at all when he ate. He was careful, deliberate, savoring every bite. And so what if my mind started to wander? It's not my fault really, he's such a tease.

He kisses me, lifting me up onto the island, helping my anxious hands unbutton my shirt. "Relax, sweetheart. We got all night," he whispers into my ear, vibranium hand snaking down to rub my covered clit. I whine into his mouth, wrapping my arm around his neck to bring him impossibly closer, the other clenching white knuckles against the cool marble. I kiss him feverishly, grasping at his shirt, hair, everything. He gets my shirt unbuttoned, throwing it on the floor. He helps me shimmy my panties off, hands sliding up my legs, waist-

"What are you thinking about?" Bucky's voice brings me out of my daze, and suddenly I realized that I was just in a button up shirt and panties. I swallow my bite and glance at him. He's finished already, casually sipping a beer. Now this? This was too much. My thighs clench together again, which didn't seem to go unnoticed by the man beside me. "You ask a lot of questions," I say cooly, sipping my drink. "You never ask Sam this many questions," I state. His eyebrow raises as he sets his drink down. "Do you only talk to Dr. Raynor?" He asks, a playful smirk on his face. "No." Maybe I answered that too quickly. Or too harshly. Or maybe both. "Sorry," I say quickly, standing up to gather the plates. I sigh as I set them in the sink, washing out my cup. He comes up behind me and takes a plate. I make room for him, setting the cup in the dishwasher. "I don't like talking to Dr. Raynor," I finally say, picking up a fork. "Why?" As his voice always been this raspy? "Because I don't feel like talking about my problems with her. It's not like she can fix them." I say with a huff, taking his plate to put in the washer. He hums, finishing off the other utensils. "You can talk to me you know," he says, turning off the water. I exhale sharply, "I already told you about...my problems." I groan, going to sit on the couch. "Yeah, that's why I know you've got something else on your mind." He says with a smile, going to sit in the armchair. I roll my eyes, bringing my knees to my chest. His gaze stays locked on my figure, blue eyes searching for mine. I bite my lip, clenching my thighs together. "I don't wanna talk about it." I say quietly, looking out the window. It's silent for a moment, the faint sound of the dishwasher filling the apartment.

"Why don't you show me then?" He says calmly, sipping his beer. My head whips back to him, my feet returning to the floor. "What?" I gasp, giving him a confused look. He smirks at me, setting his beer bottle down on the coffee table. "Just come here," he says with a small smile. I swallow, slowly standing up. I eye him suspiciously as he keeps his eyes on my face. I walk to stand before him, crossing my hands over my chest. "Look, I told you I'm fin-" he pulls my gently down into his lap, his ever piercing gaze still locked onto my eyes. I let out a shaky breath, uncrossing my hands to stabilize myself on his shoulders. God, I should have worn more than just panties, because in this position? Fuck, their soaking. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He says quietly, moving a strand of hair behind my ear. My face flushes, eyes avoiding his gaze. "Why do you do this to me?" I ask, eyes meeting his gaze again. He gives me an innocent look, placing his hands on my waist. "Gonna have to be specific sweetheart," he grins, vibranium hand shifting with a mechanic whirr as his hold tightens. I roll my eyes, biting my lip. God, I want to kiss him so bad. "I don't wanna look like...I'm obsessed or something, you know?" I say quietly, hands firm on his shoulders. He smiles at me, hand reaching up to caress my cheek. "Who would think that?" He asks, taking my hand in his vibranium one to bring it to his lips. He kisses the back of my hand softly, eyes trained on mine. "You know, you've got quite the staring problem," I smile. "So I've been told," he responds, with a playful look in his eyes. I hum in agreement, swallowing hard. I sigh, tongue poking out to wet my lips. Before I can even get a word out, he steals the words right out of my mouth. "Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you," he says, hand trailing up to the back of my neck.

I let out a small gasp, hands reaching around to play with his hair. "You want to kiss me?" I ask quietly, staring into his blue eyes. He smiles, cupping the back of my neck to bring me closer. I hesitate, just for a moment to consider the consequences. As I leaned in all the way, I couldn't really think of any. The kiss started off slow, like the moment was being savored. It felt like a daydream, I was kissing my roommate, James Bucky Barnes and fuck did it feel amazing. And then, like he became impatient and desperate, the kiss turned feverish. Tongue dancing, teeth grazing, swollen lips kind of kissing. I moaned, no, actually whined into the kiss, leaning back as to force him forward, the ever-present bulge pressing right onto my excuse for panties. He gently bites down on my bottom lip, pulling away as it releases back with a soft pop! I let out labored breaths, the need in my stomach growing by the second. "Has it ever occurred, that I may be obsessed with you?" he says, eyes full of lust. My lips tremble, wetness threating to seep through my panties. "Fuck," I whine, reconnecting my lips with his. My fingers find my buttons, shakily unclasping each one. Swiftly, he replaces my fingers with his own, kissing down my jaw. I moan softly, biting my lip. He gets it unbuttoned, slowly, torturously, sliding it down my arms, keeping eye contact all the while. I sigh as it hits the floor, hands finding themselves on his thighs. Bra-less. How could I have forgotten I went bra-less too? It's like I was begging to get fucked.

My nipples harden at the sudden coolness, goosebumps rising on my skin. He leans down, pursing his lips together. He lets out a gentle blow of air over them, a sharp exhale leaving my throat. "Sensitive," he mutters, hands reaching up to cup my breasts. The sensations were different- right one under the cool touch of metal, the left warm from the flesh of human. "Shit, that feels so good James," I groan, eyes meeting where he touched. His soft lips connect with the hardened bud, a gasp leaving my lips. My thighs try to clamp together, however his own made sure I couldn't as my slick seeped through my panties. He lets his tongue swirl around the bud before sucking gently, letting it go with a pop! as he moves to the next one. Impatiently, my hand reaches down to his throbbing bulge, helping him relieve some pressure. He groans, kissing up my chest to my collarbone. My fingers find his jeans, undoing the button. He kisses up my jaw, softly sucking at the skin below my ear. Unzipping his jeans, he stops my hand with his. "Let me look at you first," he says, leaning back. I bite my lip, taking a deep breath. "Want me to take those off?" He asks, fingers slipping under the sides of my panties. I nod, standing up, in between his legs. He leans forward, leaving kisses down my thigh has he slides them off antagonizingly slow. I step out of them, shivering as he places them on the edge of the chair. He sets his hands on my waist, slowly spinning me around before pulling me back down into his lap. Oh.

I nearly moan at the bugle pressing into my ass, the wetness in-between my legs practically soaking his jeans. God why is he still in his clothes? "Hey, why do I have to be naked when you're--shit..." his vibranium hand slithers down my front, ghosting over my aching core. My head falls back against his shoulder, hands gripping the sides of the chair. My eyes flutter shut as he applies pressure to my clit, the cold metal sending jolts through my body. I let out a whine, biting my lip as he rubs slow circles, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. My legs begin to tremble, desperate to close around his hand, (which would fail to stop his movements anyways) but his thighs continued to spread my legs open. His movements only increased in speed, yet somehow still gentle. Moans slipped from my throat, desperate pleas of his name mixed with labored breaths at his movements. It didn't take long for the coil to snap, crying out as my body shakes in his touch. I rested my head on his shoulder as I caught my breath, my firm hold on the chair's arms releasing as the ringing in my ears dissipated. He leans down to capture my lips in a kiss, smiling as my eyes fluttered shut. "You okay sweetheart?" he asks softly, lifting me up into his arms. I nod, keeping my eyes shut. He walks to his bedroom, placing me on the bed. As he starts to stand up, I reach out and grab his shirt, pulling him on top of me.

"Wasn't done with you yet," I whisper, kissing him feverishly. He hums into the kiss, surprised. "Not too tired?" he asks, pulling his shirt off to be discarded onto the floor. "Not for you," I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.

[sloaneispunk]

“too sweet for me”

frontman!in-ho x you

when in-ho developed feelings for you in the games, he realised how much older he was compared to you. but age is just a number…right?

๑⋅⋯ ──── ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ ──── ⋯⋅๑

after the first games, reality set in. you sat on your bed, trying to scrub the blood off your hands and face. you were practically clawing at your arms, but the blood wouldn’t come off. then, you were approached by a man. ‘player 001’ it said on the jacket.

“you’re hurting yourself like that.” the man said to you, kneeling down by your bed.

“i’m fine.” you gave him a weak smile as you stopped.

“come, let me help.” he took your hand, taking the sleeve of his jacket, gently rubbing the dry blood off of your arm as you watched.

“thank you.” you whispered.

“you’re welcome.” he looked up and smiled. “you have some here…” in-ho licked his thumb, hesitating as if he was asking for permission, when you nodded, he cleaned your cheek.

when he was done, you thanked him once more.

“what’s your name? you look awfully young.” he commented.

“y/n…” you said shyly, making his heart swell.

“i’m young-il, it was nice to meet you.” he said before he got up, but you grabbed his arm.

“wait, i uh, c-can you stay?”

in-ho looked down at you, why would you want him to stay?

“i shouldn’t, i-” then, he heard a group of rowdy boys on the other side of the room, the leader with purple hair picking on a weaker girl. “on second thought, i think i should.”

in-ho stayed with you until lights out, keeping an eye out for thanos’ group and making sure that you were safe from them.

how old were you? definitely much younger than he was, but you were so sweet, so innocent. he loved it.

the next day, in-ho hadn’t slept. he had been too caught up watching you sleep, admiring as every hair fell in place, your chest heaving with every breath you took. he couldn’t deny that he hadn’t approached you with a motive. he knew it was wrong, but that didn’t stop him from going to the bathroom when everyone was asleep to jerk himself off to the thought of you.

“y/n, come, have mine. you need to eat more.” in-ho said sternly, passing you his packet of milk as he ate his breakfast with you.

“why? you should have it.” you rejected him, tossing it back to him.

“you need it more than me.”

“i’m not a kid, young-il.” you rolled your eyes playfully at him causing him to chuckle.

you weren’t. so why did he have the urge to protect you?

then, he heard the voice of gi-hun, he turned around. there his real target was. in-ho brought you along as he made his way to the group, approaching them with a friendly smile.

easily, they welcomed you both with open arms, just like how in-ho knew they would.

“so why did you pick ��o’?” jung-bae asked, mouth stuffed full.

“oh, i just need more money to pay off my debt…” in-ho started. “… i had a wife and kid but i lost them because of my gambling habits.”

the whole atmosphere of the group fell, everyone didn’t know what to say.

you somehow felt guilty. this man was old enough to be your dad, why were you attracted to him? besides he already has a family outside this place. your heart sank, making you look down at your food as the others continued to talk.

“what about you?” you heared in-ho ask, making your head shoot up. “i’m sure your parents must be worried, why do you want to keep playing?” he pointed to the ‘o’ on your jacket.

“it’s just me.” you replied solemnly, “i don’t really have anyone waiting for me.”

you could feel everyone’s eyes on you, staring into your soul as you immediately regretted revealing that part of yourself. you mentally slapped yourself, you were being too vulnerable too quickly.

“hey, it’s okay. when we get out of here, we’ll all continue being friends!” jung-bae nudged your arm, making you smile.

“yeah! we’ll all go eat a feast when we get out!” dae-ho agreed.

in-ho didn’t like that idea, and his face didn’t even try to hide it. he didn’t like that you would hang out with anyone other than him.

‘players please proceed to the next game’

you were terrified. after knowing the stakes at hand, you knew it was suicide continuing, but you didn’t have any other choice. in-ho noticed you stiffen, he gave your arm a squeeze, letting you know that he was still there.

when you reached the second game, you learnt that it was going to be played in groups of five. luckily for everyone, your team already had five members.

you took your seats in a line on the floor, awaiting instructions. in-ho sat in front of you, still ensuring that you were sat close to him as the game commenced.

the first two teams took their places at the start line, both eager to win the games. but it was harder than anyone had thought. eventually, neither was able to complete all stations in time. you watched as they were being taken out by the guards, shot down with no remorse.

you instinctively grabbed onto in-ho as you gasped at the gnarly sight in front of you. if you didn’t get your head in the game, that would be you soon enough.

“what are you thinking about?” in-ho questioned when you had failed to answer him, lost deep in your thoughts.

“i’m scared, young-il.”

“nothing will happen to you, i promise.” he replied, ruffling your hair. “stay strong for me.”

you nodded.

when it was your turn, you could feel your legs shaking with every step you took. in-ho was the first to link your arms with his, giving you a subtle smile to calm your nerves.

as the game started, the team made their way to the first station. dae-ho picked up the ddakji, throwing it once, hard onto the ground. by some miracle, the blue envelope had flipped and everyone cheered.

at the second game, jung-bae took the stone from the guard. you shifted closer to in-ho, giving him space to aim. in-ho took the opportunity, pulling you close against him, you were everything at that moment. he could feel the warmth radiating off you, your smell filling his nostrils, making his head dizzy. he barely noticed when everyone cheered once more ehen the stone had been easily knocked down.

then, it was your turn.

“breathe.” in-ho whispered in your ear when he noticed how shaky your hands were.

to his surprise, you had managed to pass within a single try. he cheered you on louder than anyone in the team, moving on the the next game.

even as he spun the spinning top, your arm never left his. maybe it was a good luck charm, because he too was able to spin it on his first try. part of his was relieved because he didn’t embarrass himself in front of you but another was disappointed. in-ho had planned this moment out for so long, he would fail multiple times to keep gi-hun on edge. it was funny how just by having you there he had screwed up his whole plan, he didn’t know whether to love or hate it.

naturally, gi-hun had also made it without having any redo’s. everyone was estatic as they were being led out of the game room, but in-ho was off.

then, he felt a small hand on his shoulder causing him to turn around only to be met with your face.

“are you okay?” you asked as you caught up with him. “we did it, why do you look so down?”

“just surprised i guess.” he said, trying to brush it off.

walking back into the room, you were approached by thanos and his team.

“you goons made it back, huh?” thanos jeered, arms crossed as he looked you up and down.

that didn’t go unnoticed by in-ho. he slapped the boy across the face, shocking him as he gasped dramatically.

“look at me when you’re talking to me.” in-ho spat.

“who are you? is this your boyfriend, girl? isn’t he a bit too old?” thanos laughed. but in-ho didn’t take it lightly, punching him, causing him to fall to the ground as his nose started to bleed.

“young-il, that’s enough.” you stopped him before he could take it further.

with one last look of disgust, in-ho walked off, leaving the boy on the floor.

in-ho might not have realised it but that comment took a toll on him. it made him realise how true his words really were. he was in his 50s and you were so much younger than him, it wasn’t right for him to feel how he felt towards you.

“young-il, what happened-”

“go away, y/n. i don’t even know why you care so much.” he raised his voice, pulling his arm away before you could touch him.

you were dumbfounded, taking a step back as your eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill.

did that come out too harsh? he hadn’t mean to snap at you, he was just so caught up in everything.

you simply nodded, heading back to the team as he stood there alone, regret overwhelming him as he cursed under his breath.

that night, he couldn’t sleep. how could he? he tossed and turned in his bed, trying to erase your pitiful face from his mind. eventually, he got up, walking towards your bed, but you were gone.

he started to panick, rushing towards the guards, pushing pass them to leave the room. as he practically ran pass the bathroom, he heard soft cries. shit.

he barged in, “y/n? are you here?” you didn’t reply.

he went to the only closed stall and gently knocked, making sure that he didn’t scare you. “y/n, open the door. it’s me.”

“go away.” he heard your muffled voice.

he really did mess up.

“honey, open the door, let me in.” he pleaded.

after a few moments, he heard a click. then, he saw you, sitting on the floor with tears running down your cheeks, your eyes and lips puffy from crying.

“oh, darling.” he cooed, kneeling down, just like how he did when you had first met. “why are you crying?”

you didn’t reply, only gazing up at him with sadness in your eyes. he didn’t need you to tell him what was wrong, he knew.

he sat down, pulling you close to him, letting you cry into his chest as he held you.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it.” he murmured into your hair. “please don’t cry.”

his heart broke all over again with every tear that fell. he had hurt the only person that didn’t deserve any pain in this place.

what was he going to do? he had never felt this kind of weakness before, he almost felt vulnerable with you. you needed him and he needed you too.

[rosenclaws]

Birds of a Feather || Old Man!Logan x Reader x Worst!Logan

summary: Logan loves you even if he can't say it but he knows that given his old age he's been lacking in the intimacy area. When a strange portal opens up and another Logan tumbles out of it, things get a little messy. (Or Worst Logan cucks Old Man Logan)

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, cucking, fingering, rough sex, cum eating, masturbation, thigh riding, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, mating press, doggy style, dirty talk, kinda mean!worst logan (he taunts old man logan a lot), slight pain kink (Logan), ass play, nipple play, breast play. Also neither logan ever interact with each other beyond talking.

a/n: Soooo Merry Christmas!! Here is my gift to all of you lmao. So to set a few things up, At the start both men are called Logan but a couple paragraphs in is when I separate them into James and Logan. I really hope it doesn't get confusing but I did my best lol. I really hope this lives up to peoples expectations im kinda nervous lol. Anyways happy holidays and I hope u love it!!!

Logan was an old man now. The adamantium was seeping itself into his blood. Killing him. It had been for years but with his healing factor starting to fail him the poisoning was truly taking its effect. He was weaker, tired. His heart was touched by a poison and it was turning him cold. There's only one good thing in his life now and it's you.

You're too kind. He tried to keep you away from his fucked up life but you were relentless. You were an experienced nurse who could take care of Charles. Free of charge. He fought you at every step of the way. Not wanting your pity. But he caved. 

Eventually you started taking care of him too. You were just too pretty, too charming. He couldn't stay away. This old man doesn't believe he gets to be happy and you try to change his mind every day. He did his best to take care of you too but the one area he knows he's lacking is the sex life. He tries, he really does. But he's old and while you're the sexiest thing on the planet, sometimes he just can't keep it up or he just can't finish.

It's embarrassing. Humiliating. You wave him off, telling him that it's not a big deal. That he still pleases you in a million other ways. Riding his face, his big fingers, you don't need his cock to know that he can take care of you. But it still bothers him. Still you lived your lives and things were fine. Until something weird happened. Really fucking weird. A large yellow portal opened up in your house. Logan bared his claws and pushed you behind him, ready to fight whatever the hell stepped out of it. 

To both of your shock another...him? 

Beaten up and bruised but its him. He looked younger but his hair was in these little tuffs and he was wearing a god awful yellow suit. He was kind of cute. Is this what your Logan would have looked like when he was younger? You snap out of your thinking, this is another man. It's Logan but not Logan. 

"Fucking shit!" The other Logan yells as the yellow door closes behind him. 

"Wade you dumb motherfucker I'm going to rip your head off!" He roars. He turns around, wiping the blood from his face. His eyes go wide when he sees you. He calls your name and steps towards you. Your Logan growls, putting up his claws. 

"Back the fuck up bub." The other Logan looks between the two of you and just narrows his eyes. Both their shiny claws come out to threaten the other. 

"Logan?" You call softly. Both of the men turn to you. 

"Can we just talk?" They look at each other and slowly retract their claws. 

After getting both of them to calm down the other guy explains exactly how he got there. He's from another universe, another time. He was pulled from his world into this one by an asshole with a stupid face and red suit. His stupid friend was messing with a little time machine thingy he stole and now he's here. That was his summary of things. You...tried to grasp it. You live in a world with mutants so time travel and universe hopping wasn't exactly strange. But to see another Logan. He also keeps glancing at you. 

Every time he does James, you've decided to start calling your Logan by his childhood name to make it easier, James tightens his grip on your hand. The way this other Logan looks at you, they're such sad eyes. He must have had a you in the other universe. 

"You can stay with us for a while, until you can get back to your time." You offer sweetly. 

"Thank you sweetheart." Logan's hands twitch, like he wants to reach out for you but he doesn't. James reluctantly gets up, pointing to the spare room and keeping his eyes on Logan's every move. 

"Don't drink my liquor." James mumbles as he heads to your bedroom. 

"He's the anchor being, really?" Logan whispers but you catch him. 

"What was that?" Logan freezes and turns to you.

"Nothing sweets," He flashes a smile you know he's lying. This Logan has the same tell as your own. 

"Who am I? In your world?" You ask curiously. Logan's face drops and he seems to close up. 

"No one, just a friend." He stalks to his room and closes the door behind you. Sighing you wonder what you've got yourself into now.

Living with two wolverines was not easy. Especially for you. They didn't get along and you had to play peacemaker. It was exhausting. Logan was nice enough to you but closed off and James was pissed off and protective. You were worried they'd slit each other's throats.

Plus...it was hard living with two Logan's when they were both ridiculously attractive. You never wanted anyone else but James. But this was just confusing. He was James but he wasn't but he looked like him and fuck he was ripped. James had a body to envy but so did Logan.

You were ashamed to admit you thought about Logan, just a little bit. You never let it go far but your dreams ran wild. They were hot and dirty and you woke up feeling soaked and guilty. You didn't say a word to James or Logan. What good could come of that? But they're perceptive men and you could feel Logan's eyes on you in the mornings. James' too. You couldn't escape them forever.

You should have known something was up the moment you walked through the front door and saw both boys sitting together in the living room. Normally they'd stay far away from each other.

"Hi..." You say suspiciously as you set down the grocery bags. 

"Come here." James pats his lap and you walk over. He pulls you down onto his knee and smashes his lips onto yours. You can't help but moan as his hand squeezes your ass. 

"James!" You moan as you try to push him away. You look over at Logan who was watching with hungry eyes. Licking his lips as his eyes trail up and down your body. 

"We had a talk sweetheart," Logan's voice is deep and primal as he stands up and grabs your chin.

"We both know what you want. The old man over here can't fuck you the way you want to be fucked." James tightens his grip on your waist as Logan flirts up a storm. 

"I...James I-" You look at James with a guilty look on your face. 

"It's okay honey, I want you to feel good." He says while glaring at Logan. He isn't going to just hand you over, but he knows you crave to be destroyed, ruined and he can't do that for you anymore. So reluctantly, he's going to let his other self fuck you. 

"Rule one. You don't get to come inside." James situates you on his thigh. Slowly rocking you on it until you're squirming. 

"Rule two. She says stop, you stop." Logan eyes your cleavage with a hungry look. 

"And rule three. You don't get to kiss her." He says possessively. 

Logan rolls his eyes but agrees to the terms. The three of you head to the bedroom. James sits on a chair facing the bed. He groans as his bones creak. You shoot him a worried look but he waves you off. Unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock free. Logan pulls your focus as he leaves hickeys up your shoulder, sucking on a particular spot on your neck. 

"Shit.." You groan. How did he know that was your sweet spot? You don't have much time to think as you hear a claw come out. Logan waits and you nod your head. He cuts through your clothes and they fall to the floor in shreds.

"Fuck." Logan groans as his hands trail up your body. Your bare skin drives him nuts. He closes his eyes as he takes his time exploring. Committing your body to memory, each curve and dip. 

"Missed this." He whispers softly for only him to hear. 

"Lay down sweetheart." Logan hums and you obey. Crawling onto the bed as Logan sheds his yellow suit. Your eyes trail down his built chest to his already hard cock. 

"Damn." 

"As big as your boyfriends over there?" Logan says with a smirk. 

He kneels onto the bed and grabs your legs, putting them around his waist as he bends down and goes back to biting your neck. Your nails dig into his biceps as you buck your hips. His cock presses against your thigh as he moves down your body. Stopping at your breasts, squeezing and teasing one of your nipples while sucking on the other. You whine when he bites down. Licking over the spot he bit. 

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He smiles through his apology. He moves down your stomach and rests himself in between your legs. 

"Let's see how sweet you taste." You gasp as he buries himself into your cunt. His hands locking you in place, not letting you move against his pleasurable assault. 

"Logan!" You moan as you claw at his hair. Raking your hands through it until you find a grip. Pulling on it only eggs him on. His tongue moves against your clit over and over again. He refuses to let up as your moans get louder. You try to move but Logan growls like an animal. 

"Don't fucking move." He licks his lips as he raises his head. He looks over to James and smirks. 

"I see why you're so protective, wouldn't want to share a girl as sweet as this either." You look over to James who was slowly stroking his cock. It was painful watching another man feast on his cunt but he can see how much you're loving it. 

"Play with your tits." James commands as Logan goes back down. 

You listen and slowly play with your nipples. Squeezing your breasts and arching your back when Logan sticks his tongue into your cunt. Fuck he knows what he's doing.

"I can't- fuck! I-" Your back arches high as Logan sucks on your clit. 

He doesn't let up. One of his hands lets go of your thigh and his thumb presses on your clit. His tongue is now moving to your cunt. You roll your hips as Logan fucks you with his tongue and rubs your clit with his thumb.

It's a deadly combination that leaves you helpless. You come around his tongue hard. He groans as you leak around him. Licking up the sweet taste until he's satisfied. As you start to relax you feel Logan's tongue back on your clit. 

"Fuck!" You gasp in surprise as he places himself back on your cunt. 

"Too much! Can't take it!" You claw at the sheets but Logan pays no mind. 

"You can take it, always have you crying on my face." James says huskily. 

He wants a taste, mouth watering at the sinful sounds of your went pussy. Tears threaten to fall as Logan shoves two fingers into your cunt. He fucks you like he knows you, curling his fingers just how you like it. The sounds of your cunt get louder as he roughly fingers you. 

"One more come on, fuck give me one more." Logan props himself on his elbow as he pistons his fingers into you. 

"No No I can't." You cry. You don't want him to stop but it's so overwhelming. It's too much pleasure. 

"Yes you can." Logan cups your cheek and wipes away a stray tear. 

"I got you," Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you come again. Your cunt clenching around his fingers as soak his hand. Both of them watch in awe as you make a mess. 

"Knew you could take it." Logan takes his fingers out and sucks them clean. He eyes James who hasn't taken his eyes off your cunt. 

"Want a taste old man?" You look over with pleading eyes at your boyfriend. You need him too. He winces as he stands up but leans down and gets between your legs. 

"Shh baby, just want a taste." James squeezes your thighs softly.

Your cunt twitches as he leans down and takes a fat lick up. You're on edge from your previous orgasms and it's borderline painful. Both men look up at you when you gasp. 

"I'm okay, just please be gentle." Your lips form into a small pout and James melts. 

"Course baby," He takes a few soft licks and you sigh as Logan strokes his cock. 

He takes your hand and wraps it around his cock. Fuck he's big and hard and leaking over your hand. You can't help but notice it's different from your Logan too. But you keep that thought to yourself. James grunts as he gets back to his feet. His beard slick with your juices. He slips two fingers into your cunt and pumps them slowly. 

"Did so good, baby." He praises and you smile. You bite your lip and close your eyes as you take in James' thick fingers. They work you like magic, he knows you inside and out. 

"Are you gonna take my cock now sweetheart?" Logan purrs in your ear. 

"Tell me, what dirty fantasies do you have up there." Your breath catches in your throat as he cups your breasts in his hands. 

"Any positions you want to try? Face down ass up is always a favorite of mine, or I can put your legs on my shoulders and press you into the mattress." You moan just picturing each scenario in your head. 

"I can hold you against the wall. Bounce you on my cock so you're forced to take every inch of me.

"Even better, we can do all three." Logan lets go of you and nods his head, telling James to go sit down. James takes his fingers out and brings them to your lips, pushing them into your mouth as you suck on them like he trained you to do. 

"You okay?" James asks and you nod. 

"M'alright baby, are you okay?" You reach up and grab his hand, squeezing it gently. Is he still okay with this? If he's too uncomfortable you'd stop but he just smiles. He leans down and kisses your head, then moves to sit back down. 

"You've been talking a lot of shit bub." James says gruffly as Logan nudges his cock at your cunt. You're on your back with Logan pressing your hands into the mattress. 

"Don't worry old man, I'll take care of her." He slides in and you moan. He's going too slow, relishing with every inch.

"Faster!" You beg but Logan doesn't listen. Instead he pushes all the way in, balls deep and throbbing just being in your sweet cunt. 

"Oh fuck yeah." Logan purrs as he draws his hips back, slamming them back into you.

His pace is slow and hard. He watches your breasts bounce with each thrust, enjoying the way they move because of him. He's still got you pinned down and you want to move, you want to hold onto him as he fucks you but he won't let you. Logan's got stamina and it's clear as he doesn't let up. 

"Logan I-" He growls and pulls out much to your dismay. Manhandling you to your knees, grabbing your neck and forcing you to look right at James. You couldn't meet his eyes as Logan sinks back into you. 

"Ah ah, don't you want him to see how good you feel?" Logan says in a mocking tone. Smirking as he sees the fire lit in James' eyes.

"It's okay baby." James says as your head falls down to the comforter. Logan's just so big. He's overpowering all of your senses. He just keeps going and going. Logan tilts his head back as he digs his fingers into your hips. 

"Such a tight fucking cunt." He presses your face into the bed and grabs a handful of your ass. Pounding his hips into your pussy and loving every little noise he's fucking out of you. 

"She likes it when you choke her." James says, his breath ragged as he watches you get fucked. Logan chuckles and puts his hand around your neck.

"Of course she does, such a dirty little whore you got on your hands." His mouth is filthy, the degradation pouring from his mouth with ease.

James mixes his praise with his meanness but Logan is pure filth. The pressure on your throat sends you into fucking orbit. A fat cock pounding your sweet spot and rough hand on your throat is lethally delicious. You could die happy. 

"That's it, just let me use you sweetheart. Doesn't that sound fun? Being my little toy? Our little toy?" You look at James who's perked up at the mention of him, your cunt clenching around Logan's cock. 

"Oh that got you interested huh?" Logan teases. 

"You can be our plaything sweetheart, just nothing but a couple holes for us to use. Big man over here can stick his cock down your throat while I get the back." Logan rubs his hand along your ass, his thumb trailing down until its teasing your asshole. 

"He ever been in here before?" 

"O-Once." You mewl as he presses his thumb, not breeching you yet but knowing he could if he wanted to. 

"Is it as tight as her cunt?" He asks James. 

"Even tighter." James spreads his legs, he was getting hot. He sheds his jacket and unbuttons his white button up. Being this old and still ripped was so fucking unfair. His pants were already at his ankles and his cock was stirring just remembering that day.

How you cried and whined as he prepped you with his fingers. How fucking tight you felt when he slid his cock in. You were a mess, babbling and whining and begging to be ruined. James opens his eyes and sees you staring at him. Hunger in your eyes as you take in your handsome boyfriend. You may be getting fucked by another man but you only ever want James. 

“Maybe next time." Logan moves his hands back up your body.

He sits back on his knees. His hands come to your breasts and pull you up so your back is against his chest. His cock somehow sits deeper as he bounces his hips up and down, spearing his cock deeper and deeper. One of his arms wraps around your waist while the other plays with your breasts. 

"Logan!" You chant over and over. He's grunting in your ear whispering dirty things that only you can hear. 

"I know you're loving this sweetheart, you may love the old man but you love my cock more." You whine, words failing you as you try and talk. You start to go limp in Logan's grasp so he tightens his hold. 

"Come for me sweetheart, go on." He purrs as he lets go of your breasts to pleasure your clit. Rubbing small circles until you're squirming out of his grip, or trying to.

"It's okay, I got you." Logan whispers as you tilt your head back into his shoulder. 

Eyes rolling back as you fully submit to the man. Your legs shake uncontrollably as you come harder than you have in a while. He holds you up as you melt, your vision blurring as you're sent to cloud nine. You were clawing at his arms, digging your nails into him until he bleed which only made things better for Logan as he humps you like a crazed animal. Grunting and groaning. 

"Fuck!" He lets go of you to pull out, whimpering at the loss of your wet cunt.

He's rough with his hand as he jerks himself until he comes all over your back. Hot cum spurting from his cock and drenching itself on your skin. Your eyelids are heavy as you collapse into the bed, your body aches with a delicious sort of pain. With all the energy you could muster you glance over at James. He had cum staining his chest, breath ragged. He was worn out just from watching. 

"I love you." You say softly, reaching out for him. Your hand doesn't make it very far so he meets you halfway. His pants pulled up and cum still on his stomach. 

"Feel good baby?" He pets your head and you nod sleepily. Logan has gone off to take care of himself. Redressing into that god awful suit and coming back with a towel. 

"Can I?" He looks over at James who nods. Gently he wipes his cum off your back, cooing when he accidently stimulates your clit again. 

"Sorry sweetheart, just gotta get you nice and clean." Logan looks at James before leaning down and kissing your forehead.

James doesn't argue. Once you're cleaned up James tucks you into bed. He sits on the edge as you curl into his lap. Logan comes back with water and a towel for James. You're sound asleep by the time he's back. Logan smiles at you with a fondness that James can only recognize as love. 

"You know her." Logan looks up and shrugs. "Heard her say she was just a friend. You were lying." James continues. He knows Logan was lying because they're one in the same. They may not like each other but they knew each other better than anyone ever could, even you. 

"Look. You may think your life is fucking miserable but you had your family, you have her. You don't know how lucky you have it." Logan growls. 

"Lucky? You think becoming a shell of who we were is lucky?" James feels the anger surging inside of him. 

"At least she's alive in your world." Logan hisses. The truth comes out. Why Logan worked you like he already knew you, why he looked at you with such sad eyes. Why he listened to you. James caught all of it from the start but you never did. He looks down at you and you barely stir. 

"What happens to us, in the future?" James asks while staring at you. Timelines don't need two of the same man and he knows that. He just needs to hear it. "I don't think I'm supposed to say." Logan mumbles. 

"Who fucking cares?" Sighing Logan looks over at you before revealing the truth. 

"You die and your world starts to fall apart, that's why I got pulled into it."

James knew that death was coming. He could feel it. He had been slowly dying his whole life. That's not what bothers him. There's only one thing holding him back in being ready for the end. You. He can't leave you alone but it sounds like he does anyway. Failing you once again. 

"What about her? Is she okay?" 

"Yes.” James nods, he doesn’t ask what happens. He doesn’t want to know. As long as you’re okay then that’s all that matters. 

“Take care of her. Please.” James asks, for once letting Logan see his gruff façade break. 

It feels like an odd request. Both of them know it, but he wants you to be safe and protected and no one will love you more than him. In any timeline, any universe, he loves you. 

“I will.” Logan promises.

The two of them don’t share many words after that. It’s not like they’re suddenly friends now but they’re less hostile towards each other.

Eventually the strange yellow portal appears once again and Logan leaves. The time he spent here feels like a fever dream. Maybe it was? But you notice that James holds you a little tighter for a little longer now. He also rests a little easier. He knows where he’s headed, what’s to come.

But its a little easier knowing that no matter what, you’ll always have him. 

[squid-socks]

Hobbies that able bodied people recommend as very accessible but actually aren’t; (if you find these exhausting it’s ok - many do and you aren’t weaker or less than or unworthy or being a “buzz kill” or “over dramatic” bcs you need more rest than these hobbies provide💓)

Reading - eye strain, hand pain - it’s expensive in general and more expensive if you need physical aids to help you do it.

Knitting or crochet - this one feels more obvious - sure your not going for a hike but this is a lot of movement for people who either have fatigue, foggy brains or inflammation😗

Shows or movies - more so but then there are the flashing lights, bright color, many sounds and if you’re like me the brain fog can make you feel pretty stupid when trying to keep up with the plot.

Collectibles - expensive! And often requires a lot of travelling to get limited editions or to explore second hand shops to chance upon one of those items.

Video games - I’m gonna cut to the chase and just say anything with bright colors and loud sounds and lots of hand stuff is pretty much the last thing many disabled people want to do on a flare day. Quick response times too can really suck when the fog is just consuming every single coordinated thought!

Cooking or baking - it’s alot of standing if you don’t have an accessible kitchen. And having a kitchen like that can be expensive or at least very time consuming as you travel from second hand shop to second hand shop to find the needed equipment.

Yoga - fuck off. It’s so obvious why this is an issue just like strength training and cardio.

This is not at all to say that disabled people can’t do or can’t enjoy these things. It’s more to say that what is easy for an abled person isn’t necessarily easy for a disabled person. And that doing these tasks exert excess energy. Even our hobbies tire us at time and require a lot of effort to have.

I love reading and knitting and writing. And I do it when I can but I’m aware my hands aren’t as nimble and happy with me so I can’t do it as much as I want. I work out too but to my limits and I’m aware that if I fuck up and do too much I will have consequences (if I can even do that thing).

My point really starts and ends with; a disabled person remains disabled even when doing cosier or nicer activities. And those tasks cost spoons just like other ones. And those tasks can be harmful when a person is not in a position to enjoy them - which can be more often for a disabled person. So it’s important to have a level of empathy for the kind of rest people need and their limitations (which may not be in places you expect).

[sunderwight]

Concept: Wei Wuxian and Hua Cheng as Luo Binghe's younger biological brothers, but it's like, a lot younger.

Like centuries on. TLJ's recovered from his mountain-flattening to the point where he has roughly the strength and capabilities of a decent human cultivator. The world has changed. The boundaries between the realms have gotten stronger, and the potency of demon blood based powers in the human realms have accordingly weakened. Lots of cultivators have ascended, and the current ranks of them are not nearly as impressive as they used to be. Luo Binghe and his husband have withdrawn into the demon realm to try and keep the peace and maintain stability, but TLJ doesn't feel such an obligation and prefers the human realms even when his power is a lot weaker there, so as the boundaries grow thicker, he just sort of sticks around on that side of the divide.

Eventually he takes on the persona of a wandering cultivator, observing the changes that various human sects and societies undergo. As true immortals become much more rare and the cultivation methods and philosophies change, TLJ starts taking on different personas every few hundred years, just to avoid becoming too conspicuous. He observes with interest as the various cultivation sects shift from meritocratic to dynastic inheritance, as the old sects either ascend too far from humanity or else fall into obscurity, while the new ones that take their place provide ample fodder for his soapy RPF stories and gossip mill. The boundaries between worlds become so thick that only beings of extreme strength can pass through, with the most prominent "demonic" forces in the human realms becoming resentful spirits and ghosts, although even so sometimes an item or creature still manages to chance upon a weak spot and cross over.

Beasts and cursed items that would once have been mere trifles for cultivators to deal with instead become major sources of conflict and nigh-indestructible foes. TLJ feels at times like he's watching insects wrestle with the consequences of someone carelessly discarding a piece of garbage in their path, fascinated by the lengths they must go to in order to deal with it, but then he too has his limits these days on how much he can even help (if he chooses to do so, which he doesn't always).

At one point he decides that he'd like to try living life more from the perspective of some of these barely-above-mortal level cultivators. Like choosing to play a game with extra handicaps on, just for the challenge of it. He takes on the identity of a new young cultivator, recently bereft of a master and looking to join one of the great sects, and takes on the name of Wei Changze. Striking up a friendship with the young master of the Jiang sect isn't difficult, and playing the role of servant and subordinate is pretty entertaining.

TLJ is not expecting to encounter one of Su Xiyan's reincarnations in the midst of all of this, but that's life for you.

The new Xiyan, Cangse Sanren, is a lot sweeter than the cold and cutting sugar daddy of days gone by. But she's still quite ruthless when she wants to be, and extremely talented, and she still falls into TLJ's orbit even when she has much more practical options at hand. How can he not fall in love all over again? Even when he thought she orchestrated his betrayal, he never fell completely out of love. He might be a jillion years old by now, but at heart he still wants his Xiyan to pamper and spoil him, and to return the favor as much as he possibly can.

TLJ's no saint. He's as greedy as any Heavenly Demon, especially when it comes to love. So he doesn't refrain from stealing his new Xiyan, Cangse, away from all rival suitors when the opportunity presents itself. When she gets pregnant, he becomes nervous about history somehow repeating itself. He sort of wishes she hadn't. But she's excited, and he never really got to experience this with her the first time. He's greedy for any and all experiences with her, in the end.

The baby is cute. TLJ likes him. This new son also takes after his mother, which is good too. He's not much like Zhuzhi Lang except for being a bit simplistic (because he's a baby) but TLJ feels a stirring in his heart strings not unlike the sentiments he once held for his poor doomed nephew, a stirring that grows in time to become genuine affection.

Intriguingly, this son of his doesn't show many signs of his heavenly demon heritage. It isn't potent enough to require a cradle seal. There are hints of it, here and there, but only to one who knows how to look for the signs of true demon blood. Which actually isn't all that surprising in the end, hybrids can turn out any number of ways. Still, TLJ feels confident that by the time he starts walking and talking, little A'Ying could survive on his own.

Humans tend to raise their children longer for that, though, and Cangse is very attached to their son. So TLJ is like, oh well, no need to cut the apron strings even if this third wheel stuff is dragging on a bit (Wei Ying is four). He's maybe even actively enjoying parenting! He's pretty sure he's improving at it as well, like he always makes sure his son has enough money to buy food before they leave him alone for a few weeks, even though the boy is big enough to hunt small game. Spoils him, really.

But of course, then tragedy strikes again. Despite being stronger than most stuff, TLJ is not nearly as powerful as he used to be, and he sometimes sucks at guesstimating the actual differential between him and some of the malicious ghosts out there. His attempt to satisfy Cange's ambitions and take on the Burial Mounds go disastrously, with Cangse once again dying on him, and TLJ ending up trapped in the resentful mire of the Burial Mounds, body nearly destroyed (again).

So he spends several years locked in a depression fugue state and also very slowly regenerating his destroyed parts, lost in memories and grief, eating a lot of dead humans (never his cuisine of choice, but he isn't rich on options) when one day some rancid little upstart throws down a corpse that isn't a corpse, and is also very familiar.

Why, it's Wei Ying! And he's basically a man now! TLJ's not sure exactly how much time has passed, but given how badly humans age these days, it's probably less than a century. Wei Ying is injured and having a rough time of it, it looks like his human cultivation has gone badly somehow, but he still has enough potency to his heavenly demon blood that he'd need to be dismembered and probably eaten before death would really stick. He's not entirely lucid, though, and the malicious ghosts in the Burial Mounds aren't helping.

TLJ figures, well, he is a father after all, and Cangse was so attached to their little dumpling. He'll help out! Just until the kid gets his legs back under him again. So as Wei Ying scrabbles in the dirt and writhes in torment against the dark energy of hostile ghosts, he also gets to hallucinate his father's half-rotted visage talking him through the basics of some demonic cultivation techniques that ought to help him crawl back out of this pit.

It's a good day when Wei Ying manages it. TLJ wishes him all the best, he truly does, and then he goes back to wallowing. For like five minutes (to him). Then somehow his clingy second son returns to the region, if not to his specific pit, and brings with him a gaggle of humans in varying states of distress and poor health. TLJ finds that the neighborhood has become noisy, but at least this noise involves some interesting news and gossip, and Wei Ying appears to be mastering some kind of hybrid ghost/demon cultivation technique that is pretty fascinating. Trust Cangse's son to be so creative! And he farms, too! Badly, but. Well. TLJ certainly can't throw stones, he's never once gotten the hang of gardening himself either. The only thing he's good at growing is parts of his own body, haha!

He's actually pretty upset when the human cultivators turn up and his son ends up getting torn apart and devoured by the backlash of his own innovations. TLJ briefly considers tearing himself out of his shallow not-grave to kill everyone involved, but that does sound like a lot of effort, and in his experience revenge just never works right anyway. So after a while he just crawls his way out more sedately, saves his energy and uses it to cross back over to the demon realm for a while.

He revisits his eldest son, and is like hmm this is how you decorate a palace? No no it's fine I guess. Where's Mobei Jun's little hamster man, has he written anything new lately? By which I mean in the past thousand or so years. Oh he has! Great! Also you had a younger brother for a while there. Yeah no he's dead now. But he did exist, I actually liked him, very creative boy. Shame about the angry mob.

To which Luo Binghe's response is basically some flavor of "I don't care" whereas Shen Qingqiu is genuinely distressed that Binghe had a brother and didn't even get to meet him.

TLJ hangs out for a while, reads through all of Airplane's latest works, recovers his strength, does some "bonding" side quests with Binghe courtesy of his son-in-law's meddling (doesn't really work), and then eventually decides to go back and see what's going on in the human realm again. He can't help it, he's just not really into demon culture that much, there are only so many years he can spend lounging around the place before he starts feeling itchy and recollecting every agonizing hour of youthful displeasure and boredom that defined his life as a prince.

Getting back to the human realm is even more difficult by the time he leaves again, though. The Heavens are being annoying about it. There are tiers of Heaven, of course, and lately the lowest tier (closest to earth) has been taking a fairly hard stance about keeping the realms apart. Probably because all those gods are still weak enough that even TLJ's failson could just smash them to pieces if so inclined, and the higher tiers have been consumed with their own celestial matters, so most of these junior gods haven't had much guidance and are convinced they are responsible for the order of the universe.

Imagine being less than a thousand years old, coming from the era where most cultivators don't even ascend anymore, and thinking you're hot shit just because you moved up a single rank in divinity. Whippernappers, all of them. TLJ would scold them but that sounds too much like hard work, and anyway they don't even know that he can listen in on their noisy little communication arrays and settle back with some popcorn to watch their dramas unfold. It's like his own personal television channel.

Though he doesn't let himself think directly about it too much, he is also on the lookout for another reincarnation of Xiyan. Things ending in tragedy twice can only make it more likely that they should go well the third time, right? Or, even if not... the tragedy might be tolerable, so long as there's a reprieve of togetherness beforehand again.

Alas, TLJ is not in luck for quite some time. In a moment of weakness he even settles for the pursuit of a spirited young commoner with a just-similar-enough kind of temperament to soothe the ache, before making him feel all the more unsatisfied in the aftermath. It's not that he imagines himself keeping faithful to a woman who has been dead (again) for ages and may or may not be reborn one day, it's more the feeling that having something near to the right thing is, in its way, even more unsatisfying than nothing.

Anyway, the young lady eventually tracks him down with news that she's pregnant, which TLJ supposes could plausibly be a result of their tryst. He gives her some money and tells her to contact him if the baby is weird, which does end up being the case (red eyes, clear demonic tendencies) so he provides some more compensation, at least until the kid is big enough to survive on his own. Then he just sort of peaces out to keep looking for Xiyan-Cangse Mark III, good luck to Third Son, it's not like this world is especially dangerous to a heavenly demon with blood that potent anyway.

Or rather, it shouldn't be, but plot twist: Third Son didn't get the regenerative abilities in the hybrid lottery. He dies on a battlefield. TLJ doesn't even hear about it, though he does eventually assume that the kid must have died because he's not hearing anything about a red-eyed conqueror or such after a few decades and that's unusual for Heavenly Demons. He's not too bothered in this instance, however, because he didn't let himself get attached this time. Smart of him. That whole Wei Ying business was just awful, he still thinks about it occasionally and he'd really rather move on.

Eventually a new ghost city crops up. TLJ doesn't think he'll find any version of Xiyan there, but he goes to check out the night life. Lo and behold, he finds himself spying a familiar face at the new gambling den, too. He's never heard of a Heavenly Demon becoming a ghost, but again, hybrids can be weird like that, and ghosts have filled a lot of the ecological niches left behind by the absence of demons. Ghost King, huh? Turns out Third Son is conquering his way across these piddly little realms. Good for him! Good for him. TLJ opts not to interfere. After all, he's not needed, the kid doesn't owe him anything, and he's mostly just in the city to collect gossip and enjoy the market. They get some interesting books.

He does cheer for this "Hua Cheng" when the kid beats a whole bunch of junior gods into the dirt. This must be the appeal of children's sports teams. The divine communication arrays start buzzing about this calamity, as the youths call it, and TLJ decides he's once again doing pretty good at this fatherhood business. Two interesting sons out of three isn't half bad!

The show gets even more entertaining when it turns out that Third Son has been carrying a candle for a particular disgraced god (Heavenly Demon romantic hyperfixation strikes again) and said god ascends once more, and this time there's all sorts of intrigue and plot twists in the heavenly court. It's so good that TLJ even goes to the effort of placing a call to the demon realms and magically livestreaming some of it to his son-in-law, who was so disappointed to miss seeing Wei Ying in action.

Unfortunately, the event he manages to livestream also features Hua Cheng dying. Whoops?

Well, it's a fittingly dramatic end to the story, even if his eldest son is pissed at him for upsetting his son-in-law with such things. His intentions were good!

As it happens, too, his divine livestreaming was a little more strongly broadcast than intended (well, he had to get it through the realms, that's not easy these days) and someone picked it up on the other side of the celestial divide as well. Specifically, one of the higher tiers of heaven. Which is how TLJ finds out that Wei Ying had actually come back from his first death, in a new body (smart kid!) and then subsequently hooked up with one of those Lan boys and ascended to godhood together.

After reuniting, Hua Cheng also proves resilient to the whole dying business, and so TLJ decides to make things up to Shen Qingqiu by organizing a family reunion.

His efforts initially garner interest from Wei Ying, coldness from Lan Wangji, glacial indifference from Hua Cheng, and some very cautious encouragement from Xie Lian (his sons all have impeccable taste in men), before the reunion finally happens and the gates of hell spring wide to bring forth the ultimate evil (Luo Binghe) and his better half, armed with some delicious banquet dishes and gifts for Shen Qingqiu's new brothers-in-law.

[iluvmattsbeard]

innocence (c.s)

master list

popular!chris x quiet!reader

warnings: smut/car sex/virginity loss/fingering/p in v/angst/asshole chris

preview: you and chris sat next to each other in class. he liked that you weren’t like the rest of the girls. though he’s in denial of his feelings. what happens when one day he gives you a ride home?

a/n: sorry i stay slacking guys 🙁 forgive me. FRAT BOY CHRISSSSS. also, listen to song as you read. i actually can’t believe how good this song is.

Chris and you are sat in class quietly. your heart aches every time you guys meet each other's gaze. it's been nearly a month since the incident. the incident that you didn't expect to happen. you knew it was too good to be true but, there was a sliver of hope you felt. the way he sweet talked you, the way he took care of you, and how gentle he was. you never expected it to turn south so quickly. he treated you like you were invisible after it all. it broke you immensely but, you felt stupid for even having that small bit of hope that you would actually be different. how could you be different in his eyes?

you were nothing compared to those popular girls who basically threw themselves at him. the way their hairs sat perfectly, the way their outfits were carefully thought of, and how good they spoke. especially when they flutter their eyes and have that small soft grin when they flirt with Chris. you were nothing like them; you tried so hard to push the feelings away but, your mind replays the same memory over and over again.

-flashback-

you were standing there dumbfounded, your heart breaking as you speak up shakily, "a mistake?" you look at him with hurt in your eyes. his expression falters for a second but he quickly regains his cold demeanor. he looks away and sighs, "yes. a mistake." he whispers. you look away slowly, shaking your head slightly in denial, "h-how could it be a mistake? you told me it was the best you ever had-." you were quickly cut off, "I was just caught up in the moment okay?" he says sternly. you look back at him, you felt yourself getting weaker from every word that came out of his mouth. you open your mouth slightly, about to speak but, he just continues, "just-," he sighs, "just keep your mouth shut about it okay? I can't have people knowing." he says, while avoiding eye contact.

keep your mouth shut? how could he just say that? is it because it would effect his image? "why? because you're embarrassed?" you let out shakily. there was a moment of silence but he nods, "yes." he says bluntly. there was that feeling again, getting worse by the second. you nod slowly, "got it." you whisper before turning around to walk away.

Chris looks up at the sight of you walking away. secretly, he felt terrible for hurting your feelings but, he knew he couldn't show it. he turns around and walks the opposite direction, scolding himself in the inside. why did he let it get so far if this is what he had to do? why did he care so much? his friends would ridicule him for god knows how long, if they ever found out what happened between you two. as much as he's hurting in secret, he knew he couldn't be seen with you or associated with you.

-end of flashback-

the bell rings, snapping you out of your deep thought. you move slowly to put your books in your bag. Chris was secretly taking small glances over at you, he still felt terrible for everything. he bites his lip softly before getting up, looking away slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. he walks out of class, making you look up at him go. your heart dropping but, you quickly shake it off.

you get up and walk out of class, your head dropping down to your feet as you took steps. there you were in deep thought once again but, it was quickly interrupted by a thud. you look up startled, you meet eyes with an irritated girl. you had just bumped into her as she scoffs slightly, "move." she scolds as you nod, "sorry." you mumble about to walk past her but she stops you, "what was that?" she says, "speak louder you freak." you look around to quickly realize that now everyone was watching, even Chris. he's stood there with a group of friends as he watches with a blank expression.

"i'm sorry..." you spit out nervously as she mocks you, "i'm sorry- yeah you should be. next time pay attention." you nod slowly before walking away, your cheeks flustered by embarrassment. Chris deep down felt angered for you. he never understood why anyone would pick on you but, obviously he kept that to himself. "dude something is up with that girl." one of his friends says, catching Chris's attention. he clears his throat before nodding in agreement, "right. try being sat next to her." he chuckles a bit as he ridicules you to his friends. which deep down he didn't feel right doing but, he felt the need to. you turn your head around to meet eyes with Chris, hurt from the words that came out of his mouth. his expression falters slightly, realizing you heard him.

how could he act like that? you thought to yourself. you turn back around as you continue your steps down the hallway. how could he talk about you like that with his friends when you both knew what happened between you two? it was all making your head spiral. you thought of yourself as a fool for falling for his ways. like said before, too good to be true.

at the end of the day, Chris heads out the school doors as he begins to say bye to his friends. he walks towards his car, unlocking it, and getting inside with a small sigh. as he's about to start his car, he looks up slightly, doing a double take as he watches you from afar, walking by yourself. you always walked home and he always felt bad deep down that you had to. he bites his lip slightly before looking up at his rear view mirror, staring into the back seat. he gulps slightly before the memory floods his head.

-flashback-

you sit quietly at your desk. you rummage through your backpack as you begin to pull out your notebook for class. Chris walks into class as he looks around for a seat. the teacher then speaks up to him, "you are sitting next to Y/n. over there." she points. you lift your head up, meeting Chris's gaze as he takes in your appearance. you had doe eyes, with flustered red cheeks, and your lips matched the shade of it. he nods at the teacher before walking over to sit next to you. he takes off his backpack as he leans back into his seat. you focus your attention forward, trying to avoid his presence. he glances at you, looking at you up and down before he speaks up quietly, "i'm Chris."

you glance at him slightly before continuing to face forward. he chuckles softly before leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk, keeping his eyes on you, "you hear me or you just ignoring me?" he asks. you sigh quietly before turning to face him, "I know who you are." you mumble. "oh so you were ignoring me?" he teases, slightly cocking up an eyebrow. "didn't mean to." you mumble quietly as you focus your gaze down at your notebook. "right... so your name is Y/n?" he asks curiously, making you nod slowly, "yup." you respond dryly.

this intrigued him, usually girls would fall to their knees to have a conversation with him but, you? you treated him like he was just whoever. "playing hard to get or are you just not much of a talker?" he says playfully, fiddling with his pencil. you stay silent as you look up at the board. "okay so not much a talker." he speaks up again. you sigh once again before looking at him, why was he trying so hard to get you to talk? "look, yes, i'm not much of a talker but also, I just don't feel the need to talk to you okay?" you say bluntly before turning your gaze back to the board.

he grins slightly before putting both his hands up in defense, "got it." he says leaning back into his seat. you paid attention to the lesson as you carefully took notes as the teacher spoke. meanwhile, Chris would just roll his eyes in boredom, still taking glances at you when he got the chance.

as much as you didn't want to speak to him, as days passed by with him sat next to you, you had no choice but to give in and speak to him. he mostly rambled about non sense but, you just let him. you started to realize he wasn't that bad to talk to, even though he did most of the talking, you felt like you could say anything to him without feeling judged. deep down, he was really understanding and down to earth. he was respectful and when you did speak, he would keep his eyes on you, blocking everyone out. it didn't take very long for you to start feeling some type of way towards him. in your defense, he was the only guy who really kept a strong conversation with you.

one day, the weather took an unexpected route. you always walked home from school and today as you begin to walk, you feel droplets fall onto your head. you look up at the cloudy sky as it begins to pour rain. you stop in your place as you sigh, looking back ahead of you. it takes you almost about 30 minutes to get home. this was going to suck, you thought. to make it worse, you were wearing only a thin long sleeve shirt and jeans. the cold air mixed with the cold water hitting you, made you walk extremely slow.

Chris gets in his car quickly as he starts it, immediately turning on the windshield wipers. he throws his back pack into the passenger seat as he begins to drive. what an odd day for rain, he thought to himself. he wasn't driving for long as he does a double take at your figure, walking alone the rain. "is that Y/n?" he whispers to himself before rolling down the window, driving slowly near you, "Y/n!" he calls out, making you turn your head to face whoever has called you. you squint your eyes slightly, due to the heavy rain. didn't take you long to figure out it's Chris. "Chris?" you call out, bringing your hand up to your forehead as you continue to squint.

you were soaked from the rain, slightly shivering, "get in!" Chris calls out. you hesitate, "what? no it's okay! i'm soaked." you reply about to continue walking. "get in Y/n! i'm not letting you walk in this rain!" he says. you look at him again as you nod slowly before walking around to the passenger seat, getting in. you felt some relief as you felt the warmth of his car but, sitting in soaking wet clothes was uncomfortable.

"shit- I don't think I can drive in this weather." he says as he tries to look forward but, the windshield wipers couldn't even help to clear the view. he decides to pull over so that hopefully this all subsides. you sit there quietly as you look at him. he takes his key out of the ignition before looking back at you. "do you have to be home at a specific time or..." he asks quietly. you shake your head slowly, "no i'm good." you respond, still uncomfortable from the condition of your clothes. "sorry, should I start the car up again?" he asks about to put his key back, "no, it's fine Chris." you say reassuringly as he leans back into his seat and sigh. "I wasn't expecting this weather." he begins to start small talk. "me neither." you say quietly. you both were feeling a bit awkward, unsure what to do in this situation.

the weather was quite terrible and being stuck in a car soaking wet was not ideal for you. as you look down at your hands, you're oblivious to Chris glancing over at you. sometimes his gaze a little longer than the last but, he couldn't help it. the way your damp hair stuck onto your face, your cheeks were flushed red from the coldness, and he couldn't help but watch the way you trembled slightly. "so we're back to this?" he breaks the silence with a small laugh. you look up at him confused, "back to what?" you ask curiously. "you being so quiet." he teases, making you roll your eyes, "well this isn't quite an ideal situation." you shoot back. "you're right. sorry." he says staying silent for a bit but, that obviously didn't last long, "answer me one thing."

your eyes dart to him again confused, "okay..." you say quietly trailing off. Chris meets your gaze, gulping slightly before asking his question, "why do you keep to yourself? so quiet all the time?" you stay silent, caught off guard by his blunt question. why did you? you look back down at your hands, trying to figure out how to respond. “well… I just choose to.” you let out, making Chris shake his head slightly, “elaborate.” he says. you sigh softly before speaking up again, “I guess I choose to stay silent because it’s not like anyone bothers to have a conversation with me.” you pause, playing with your fingers nervously, “why should I waste my breath on people who don’t even bother trying? it saves me the embarrassment.” you mutter quietly.

Chris’s expression falters and he gulps once again, “well you need to give yourself more credit. why do you think you would be embarrassed? when I talk to you, it’s easy and I think people will realize that as well if you try.” he advices, keeping his eyes on you. trying to read your expression. you stay silent, taking in what he just said. “don’t know if you realized but, I am sort of the school’s easy target.” you convey quietly. maybe he’ll understand but, he shakes his head, “easy target? bullshit. don’t take anyone’s shit Y/n.” he says making you scoff with humor, “easier said than done.” you mumble.

you’re caught off guard by what he does next, he lifts your chin up slowly to meet his eyes. “i’m serious. you’re a good person, quite interesting in my eyes.” he says quietly. you swallow a bit, nervous as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip gently. his eyes taking in the sight. “w-what are you doing?” you whisper nervously. “not sure…” he mumbles quietly, “something is just drawing me to you. even from the start.” he adds on in a small whisper.

you look away, pulling your face away from his hand. he sits there a bit shock from your sudden movement, “did I say something wrong?” he asks. you look down at your feet as you shake your head slowly, “n-no it’s just… i’m not trying to be apart of your game…” you admit in a small whisper. he raises his eyebrows a bit, “what game?” he asks still confused. “i’m not stupid Chris.” you turn to face him, “what do you mean something is pulling you to me? is that what you say to every girl?” you continue. “do you think I just get with every girl? I mean what I say Y/n. ever since from the start, I felt drawn to you. your demeanor.” he admits, hoping you’d understand. “I-I don’t know…” you whisper quietly. he places his hand on your cheek gently, his touch cold as he makes you face him. “I mean it.” he says quietly. it felt genuine to you but, what if it’s too good to be true?

silence filled the air. the tension between you was obvious as you let out a shaky breath, slowly looking down at his lips and back up to his eyes. you lean in slowly, something about him was now drawing you in, were you falling for his trap? but how can someone sound so genuine? you feel his lips attach onto yours softly, making your heart beat fast. both yours and his lips moved in such synchronization. his hand eventually move away from your cheek as it snakes behind your neck. Chris deepens the kiss, making you place your hands on his shoulders hesitantly. you couldn’t help but think, he’s so good at this, of course he was. he then pulls away suddenly, trying to read your expression, “is this okay?” he whispers. making you nod slightly with a gulp. he unbuckles his seat belt, bringing his hand back behind your neck, kissing you once again, this time more eager than the last.

you moan softly against his lips, making him run his hands down your shoulders, down to your waist. the kiss is nothing like you’ve ever experienced and his touch was gentle. you take the initiative to crawl onto him, both your legs straddling him as you do it without breaking the kiss. his hands run down your back slowly. you move your hips slowly, not meaning to grind against his dick but, you do and it was obvious how hard he is. he places his hands on your ass gently, caressing it slowly as he works his mouth against you with growing hunger. you pull away breathlessly, about to speak up but he gets to it first, “let’s get in the back seat?” he suggests. your eyes linger to the back, making you a little nervous, “u-um… sure…” you whisper. “we don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable-.” he starts off but, you cut him off, “no. i’m comfortable with it.” he nods keeping his eyes on you. you make your way to the back seat, him following shortly after. you sit there in silence as the thoughts begin to eat at you again. how many girls have been back here? you see Chris begin to take off his shoes, making you do the same.

he gently holds you by the waist, laying you down carefully. his eyes never left yours as he whispers, “you’re so beautiful.” you feel your cheeks heat up as you whisper back, “thank you…” he leans down to your face as he begins to kiss you once again. this time, his hand lingers down your thigh. he then brings his mouth to your neck, kissing it delicately. his hand then goes up under your shirt slightly, feeling his cold hand graze your lower stomach, making you shiver slightly. he then brings his lips back to yours as he deepens the kiss, moving his hand down your pants slowly, making his fingers slowly rub up and down your clothed heat. you let out a small breath in between the kiss as you open your eyes and push him away slightly. “w-wait.” you whisper breathlessly. he looks down at you, his features barely lit up by the gloomy atmosphere from the outside, “what’s wrong?” he asks concerned. “it’s just…” you look down at his hand in your pants, “i’ve never done this…” you confess. his face softens as he whispers, “are you sure you want this?” even though you’ve been hesitant, you want it so bad. “yes.” you mutter slightly confident. he nods, “i’ll be gentle okay?” he whispers, continuing his hand movement, he slowly brings his hand into your underwear, running his fingers up and down your folds slowly, “you’re already so wet beautiful.” he says quietly, his eyes still never leaving yours.

“i’m going to stretch you out a bit first. is that okay sweetheart?” he asks softly. you feel your heart about to pound out of your chest from the pet name, “y-yes.” you let out with a soft breath. he remains eye contact as he brings his fingers near your entrance. he pushes one finger in first, his fingers were long and you feel your chest rise and fall from the sudden sensation. he pumps his finger slowly as he watches you carefully. your eyes flutter shut as you take in the new feeling. you moan softly, which to him was angelic. your eyebrows furrow slightly as he continues to pump slowly. “okay i’m going to add another finger. is that alright beautiful?” he whispers. you swallow and nod, your eyes still shut. he adds a another finger making you gasp quietly, “you okay sweetheart?” you nod at his words as he now pumps in and out of your soaking core slowly. “does it feel good?” he coos soothingly. “y-yes Chris.” you moan out as his fingers begin to redouble it’s efforts. he begins to pump his fingers a bit faster, making your thighs close in slightly, “C-Chris.” you stutter at the sensation. he uses his other hand to pry your legs apart slowly as he whispers, “you’re doing so good f’me.” he then uses his thumb to rub small circles on your clit, making you gasp once more. how did he know how to do this so well? how did he know the right places?

he uses his other hand to rub my cheek delicately as he whispers, “you’re so pretty under my touch.” your eyes meet his as your eyebrows furrow more, your eyes glossy from the pleasure. you feel the knot in your stomach form, signifying how close you are. “I-I’m going to cum Chris.” you whine out, making him grin slowly, “be a good girl and cum all over my fingers sweetheart.” he says, making the knot in your stomach snap, letting out ragged gasps, your back arching a bit at the high. “oh my god.” he lets out breathless, “you’re so perfect.” he says taking out his fingers, bringing it up to his mouth, cleaning his fingers dry, “tastes s’good.” he says with small groan. he then places his hand on the button of your jeans, “may i?” he asks huskily. you nod as you watch him begin to unbutton your jeans and tug them down slowly, along with your underwear. his eyes dart at your now exposed core. you feel your heartbeat speeding up as you feel slightly ashamed. “you’re perfect.” he reassures as he licks his lips slightly. he then unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down. leaving his boxers still on. the obvious boner is peaking through it. your eyes widen slightly. even though he was still covered, it was obvious how big he was. he then moves his gaze to the glove compartment, opening it to pull out a condom. of course he has a stash in his car. how often does he do this to be so prepared?

you watch as he meets your eyes once again, pulling his boxers down. the tip of his dick hitting his stomach slightly. you gulp nervously. you couldn’t believe this was happening right now. about to lose your innocence in the back seat of the most popular guy in school. he rips open the condom wrapper, pulling it out and handing it to me, “put it on me.” he says, making you sit up and look at his dick, now close to you. you begin to roll it down his length slowly, “i-is it going to fit?” you ask nervously. he chuckles softly before rubbing your cheek, “it’ll fit sweetheart. you tell me if it hurts too much.” he says as he lays you back down gently. the sound of rain escapes your ears, due to how loud your heart pounding. he spreads your legs open as he aligns in between you, “i’ll put the tip in only for now okay?” he says quietly. you nod hesitantly as you look down at his cock. he runs his hand on it at first before lowering it in front of your entrance. he lubricates the tip of his protected cock by rubbing it up and down your folds slowly. he then pushes his tip in gently, his eyes flickering up to your face. you bite your lip a bit hard as your facial expression betrays the pain you feel.

he stops and whispers, “it’ll only hurt for a bit. i promise it’ll feel better okay? just breathe f’me.” you nod as you do as he says. he thrusts his tip in and out slowly, you begin to ease slightly. you continue to watch his tip disappear and reappear in you as he watches your face closely. after a bit, he then speaks up, “i’m going to go further okay?” you nod in response, still nervous it won’t fit fully. he begins to push into you further, slowly stretching you out more. your mouth opens, a small whimper escaping, “C-Chris it’s too big.” he looks at you as he stops, “it’s okay sweetheart. just be a good girl okay? you’re doing good so far.” he says. you swallow as you flicker your eyes from his face to the scene happening. he behind to move slowly, a grunt coming from his mouth, “shit. you feel so good around me baby.” he looks down at the sight of his cock going in and out of you slowly, “you’re doing good.” he reassures. he continues his slow and deep thrusts, making you throw your head back slowly. moans flying out of your mouth from the burning sensation. “so beautiful baby.” he moans lowly as he continues to watch his movements. “y-you can go faster.” you let out shakily.

“are you sure?” he asks with a bit of worry, “I don’t want to hurt you.” you nod, “i’ll be okay.” you whisper. he nods as he begins to pick up the pace. his hand rests behind your neck as he rests his forehead against yours. his thrusts are fast and deep, hitting your g spot with every movement. “so fucking good.” he mumbles close to your face. you attach your lips onto his as he does the same back. with this, he begins to slam into you at a rough pace. making you moan loudly against his lips, “Chris!” “you’re doing s’good baby. keep taking it like a good girl.” he moans lowly as he continues. the car is filled with the sounds of your skins slapping against each other. you grip his shoulders a bit hard, making him hiss slightly against your lips. he leans back up a bit as he places his hand on your chin, his thumb resting on your lip. “who knew you could take dick so good.” he lets out as his thrusts continue to progress. you moan loudly as he grips your chin a bit harder, “open your mouth sweetheart.” you do as he says as he pushes his thumb into your mouth.

“such a good girl obeying me.” he says as he moves his thumb in and out of your mouth, still pounding into you. you gurgle slightly as your eyes shut tightly from the feeling of his cock, hitting your g spot so good. the pleasure is nothing you’ve ever felt before. you didn’t want this to end. he was so careful with you, so reassuring, and thoughtful. he knew how to work your body perfectly. he then removes his thumb from your mouth as he grips your jaw gently, “you’re s’good wrapped around me.” he groans as he then pulls your thighs up to his chest, pounding into you at a more fast pace. you gasp loudly as you swallow harshly, “ah! fuck!” you moan loudly. you forgot that it was still daylight, if the rain clears up anytime soon, you guys would for sure be caught. “what baby? you like that?” he asks sweetly. you whine with a nod, the feeling was unbelievable. the way you both rock together was something you never expected. the noises that came out of his mouth, made you feel great. not only were you feeling incredible, you knew he was too. how many girls have seen him like this? you feel the knot in your stomach appear again as he doesn’t hold back with his thrusts. “I-I’m so close!” you moan loudly. “cum all over this dick sweetheart.” he says with a grunt following. you start to feel your legs shake as the knot snaps once again, letting you release all over his dick. he feels you clench around him as you shudder, your face contorting into pure ecstasy. he watches you fall apart under him, making his face turn into slight submission. he continues to pound into you before one final thrust, releasing his hot cum into the condom inside of you. he moans loudly as he rides out his climax, “fuck such a good girl.” he grunts.

when regaining strength, he looks down at you, you both were sweaty. he moves your hair from your face, making it unstick as he smiles softly, “you’re incredible. i’ve never felt this good before.” he whispers. you look up at him as you swallow, “r-really?” he nods, “yes really.” you both eventually lay there in silence, taking each other in as he places soft kisses on your forehead. the windows were all fogged up and you start to hear the rain again. your heart beating fast still as he lays onto of you. what could get any better than this?

the next few days, you notice Chris a bit distant. he would barely talk to you in class and you were starting to feel like something was up. one day, you follow him, calling out for him, “Chris!” he turns around and looks at you but, he quickly looks around nervously, “what?” he asks. “why are you acting so weird? you’ve been treating me differently.” you say confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he says before turning around about to continue walking. “seriously? what we fuck and all of the sudden i’m nothing?” you ask slightly hurt. he turns around and looks at you with a harden expression, “can you keep your voice down? look, it was a mistake.” he reveals, your face dropping.

-end of flashback-

so not only do you think about it, Chris does too. he has been thinking about it. it eats him up inside but he can’t help but try to ignore it, to keep up his reputation. he looks away from the rear view mirror as he sighs. no one knew he was hurting like this. he hated the fact he pushed you away. he lied to you and said it was a mistake but, it was further from the truth. it wasn’t a mistake to him. he meant what he said, it was the best he’s ever felt. he couldn’t fight back his underlying emotions in that moment. he glances back up at the mirror, taking in the back seat again before looking down at his phone. he pulls up your contact and immediately texts you.

Chris

‘i’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

he sees you read it but, he gets no response.

Chris

‘please talk to me. it wasn’t a mistake. i’m sorry it took me so long to admit it.’

he sits there desperately as he waits.

Y/n

‘it’s fine but, you made me realize it really was a mistake.’

Chris

‘no don’t say that please. it was a dick move of me. please believe me.’

Y/n

‘I fell for your game. I can’t believe I fell for your sweet talk.’

Chris

‘Y/n believe me. everything I said to you that day, I meant every bit of it. I know it’s hard for you to believe but, I went everyday beating myself up for it. you are more than you think and I want to prove to you I can do better.’

Y/n

‘yeah how?’

Chris

‘just let me be the man for you. I don’t care what anybody says. let me prove that to you that I won’t let my reputation get in the way.’

Chris’s attention is soon interrupted by a knock at his car door window. he looks up from his phone and sees you standing there. he opens the door quickly and embraces you, “i’m really sorry okay?” he whispers, “I don’t want to lose you again.” you melt into his touch as you sigh, “it really hurt Chris.” “I know but-.” he pulls away pausing for a bit as he looks down at you, “I really will do anything to make it up to you.” he whispers. you look up at him as you try to read his expression, last time you didn’t know what was real or not. will he make it up to you? or does he just want more of your innocence? you just stay silent as you rest your head on his chest.

a/n: sorry if it’s so long! hope you enjoyed. likes, comments, and reblogs are so highly appreciated. love you guys.

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[nightblackowlbat]

Soulmate AU Dead on MAYn 25 day 1

Trope: Ghost culture is weird

Word: Bones

Scenario: Jason meets Dany as a ghost

Dialogue: “Wait, you can see me?”

Ever since Danny’s soulmate words came in, his parents’ attitude towards ghosts had done a 180. After all, what else but a ghost would say something like “wait, you can see me?” as an introduction? And if their perfect boy’s soulmate was a ghost, then ghosts couldn’t be all that bad. Jack and Maddie were soulmates after all, and they would never dream of trying to keep their son from his fated other half. (Maddie had the question “did you just build a spirit box out of a crockpot?” along her inner arm and Jack had “Obviously!” Stamped on his forehead.)

All that’s to say that the Fentons were no longer obsessed with catching any old ghost to study. No, instead they were obsessed with catching Danny’s soulmate to add them to the family. It made things pretty awkward when the portal opened up and the Fentons chased down every ghost to introduce their son, only to find Danny gone at the last minute and Phantom appearing to chase the other ghost back into the zone.

Danny was just about ready to die again of shame when Jack brought up the possibility that Phantom was his shy yet jealous soulmate, not ready to meet him yet but hating the idea of Danny meeting any other ghost first. Luckily Jazz pointed out that since Danny’s words were “wait you can see me?” It implied that his ghostly soulmate was a much weaker, invisible ghost that would only appear outside of Amity. Danny had never appreciated his big sister so much. He carefully didn’t mention that Phantom could go invisible at will.

Alas, one cannot stop a determined Fenton couple, only redirect them. Which is why they were on this grand family road trip to visit every cemetery and graveyard in America. Or at least, have Danny visit them. Jazz once again came in clutch insisting that nobody needed their whole family hovering around as they met their soulmate and demanded the parents visit colleges with her while Danny explored graves on his own.

Danny didn’t mind really, wandering around graveyards was far from the worst way his parents could have made him spend his summer. Besides, cemeteries were peaceful, beautiful even. And meeting (and teasing) the few ghosts who actually stuck by their graves was nice. Hey, as an obsession based ghost it was his right to poke a little fun at those boring graveyard ghosts who just stuck around their bones.

“Are you seriously haunting your own grave? I’m not sure I can think of anything more cliche and that’s coming from a ghost who goes by Phantom.” Danny tossed out as his usual cheeky introduction.

The ghost whirled around with a look of shock on his face. “Wait, you can see me?”

Danny felt his soul mark burn and his jaw dropped in mirrored shock. “Well I’ll be darned!” He laughed out loud. “I guess this trip wasn’t useless after all. Nice t’meetcha soulmate! I’m Danny.”

The ghost huffed. “Oh a’course I only meet my soulmate once I’m dead. Shouldn’a ‘spected any different given my weird ass words.”

“Uhm, I’m guessing you’re Jason? Or do you have a dead name you’d rather go by?” Danny nervously asked.

“Isn’t that an oxymoron? No one wants to go by their dead name. That’s the whole point.”

“Oh! Ghost culture is weird. Dead name means something different. It’s- a ghost’s dead name is who they want to be in death rather than who they were in life? Hmm. No, that’s not quite it. It’s who they always were, just crystallized and purified from everything that tainted it in life. Like, it’s who you are without life getting in the way.”

“Then. I guess I’m Robin. He can’t take that away from me now that I’m dead, now can he?”

[zlut4rina]

Under Pressure

Storyline: Under tables and under pressure. Wasn't long till 'she' finally had enough of their peering eyes.

Pairings: G!pCeo!Karina x Secretary!Femreader

Warnings: straight to smut, sight plot at the end angst(?), slight breeding kink, oral sex, unprotectedsex, that's all tbh.

Note: I love you, kockrina 🤤🤓😍 she's also kinda mean n confusing 😒.

Word count: 3k (Finished this in the middle of math class, half of my English💔)

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The office was quiet, almost as if everyone had an off day. But deeper into the building, at the top floor. If you were nosy enough, you’d hear faint sounds coming from your bosses office. One would think she was busy taking calls and signing papers. Oh, she was busy. Just not with the kind of work that’ll help grow the stocks.

“Oh fuck, y/n” Karina, your boss. Was moaning your name. This wasn’t anything new to you. You guys had been something going on between the two of you the second you took the interview for this job. Her fascination and interest in you only grew as tike went on.

She reached down to your head, gripping some of your hair she changed your movements to match her desires. You were under her tables giving her the best blow job she’s had this week. Your reason for being under the table was just because she wanted you there. You both found it hot, so why not? It’s not like anyone is going to come in without permission.

Her jaw hung open as she used your throat. Her movements gradually sped up, becoming sloppier and more desperate. Thrusting into your mouth, hitting every spot. Her grip on you became tighter. And her moans grew louder, biting her lip and shutting her eyes as tight as possible. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Each thrust gained its own name. It slowly became too much for you, holding her thighs as tears rolled down your cheeks. Poor baby, it felt too good even when it hurt a little. You’d do anything to please her, whether it meant dealing with her being rough just a little. Every now and then.

“You gonna take it all, baby?” she looked down at you with a smirk. Noticing the way you looked down on her, she found it so cute. Gently stroking the hair out of your face. She hung her head back with her mouth open wide. You focused your pleasure on her sensitive areas. Sucking and licking her tip, sending her over the edge. Shoving your head down to take all her length. She came down your throat with a long groan. Slowly riding out her high, she trusted into you at a steady pace. Letting go of your hair, you lifted your head up. Sticking your tongue out to show you did exactly what she wanted. “Fuck your so cute..” She spoke dragging her thumb down your tongue. Pushing it in making you suck on her again. Locking eyes with her as you continued to mimic your previous movements, on her fingers. She stood up and took her thumb from your mouth. A faint popping sound could be heard. You stood up with her moments after. Pulling you into a heated make out she began to tug at your clothing, Unbuttoning your pants as her tongue explored your mouth.

When she finally undid your bottoms, she stuck her hand inside. Feeling how soaked you were through your panties. She sighed into the kiss, the feeling of your juices coating her fingers drove her insane. “Just for me, huh?” She spoke into the kiss. Smiling at you when you responded with a whine and a lip bite. Breaking away from you, she began to trail kisses and licks down your jawline and neck. She drug her fingers through your wet panties as she did. You put your hands on her waist to balance yourself, feeling yourself get weaker by the second. Grinding your body on her fingers, as desperate, needy sinful sounds came from your mouth. Your body practically begging for her to touch you more. She bit marks on your neck and collarbone. Usually she’d be opposed to things like this, wanting to keep things as professional as possible. But she had to mark you. She needed to let everyone know who you belonged to.

She slowly tucked her hand into your wet panties. Running her fingers through your folds. “Only I can get you like this, baby” trailing kisses from your collar bone. She pulled away to admire her work below. Biting her bottom lip as she looked up at you. Your eyes shut closed, and your chest rose heavily. “so cute...” her hand reaching to your chin, making you lock eyes with her. You whined under her touch, nails digging into her sides. She pulled back from you completely, leaving you empty. You pouted at her disappearance. “Take em off.” She sat back into her chair and crossed her arms. Looking up at you in anticipation. You hesitated at first, she’s never asked for anything like this. You slowly started to remove your blazer. It fell to your feet, and you kicked it away. Your usual shyness disappearing during the act. You started at your top button, slowly undoing each one as you made your way down. You slipped out of your shirt, leaving you in your bra. Karina watched you closely, looking you up and down. You reached for your bra until she stopped you. Shaking her head, “Let me” was all she said. And it sent shivers down your spine. With a nod, you focused your attention on your bottoms. Your pants already being unzipped were easy to slip out of. You pulled them down to tour ankles and kicked them from beneath your feet.

She didn’t hesitate to pull you close by the hem of your panties. She began to kiss and nibble at your skin. Licking and leaving marks in places she’d only know. Caressing your hips and tugging at your remaining clothing. She was desperate, but she wasn’t going to let that be known. Humming against your skin as she tasted you, her fingers reaching into your garments again. Rolling your silky wet clit in circles. You gasped at the intense connection, your hand gripped her hair. Pulling her face closer to your body as you tried your best to remain standing. She took her hand out and began to slowly pull down your pretty pinky lacy panties. As they slowly went down she began to kiss lower and lower as they slipped. She took them from the floor and placed them into the drawer in her desk. “You know who you belong to right?” She began to kiss you again. Retracing each mark she previously made. You nodded and let out a breathy ‘yes’. “Please … Jimin ..” your voice was soft, filled with desperation. Stroking her hair as she left her signature all over your body.

She brought her face lower, giving your clit a long, slow kiss. “So pretty” she whispered, her breath colliding with your heat. She drug tongue through your soaked slit, till she reached your clit. Sucking so agonizingly slow. She began to lap up every fluid she could reach. Gently entering her tongue in and out of you. Gaining a long moan from you each time. The way she admired your face changes with each movement of her muscle. It felt too good, grinding on her face in gentle yet desperate patterns. That was until she pulled away, not giving you a chance to react. She lifted you up and rested you down on her desk. Luckily there wasn’t anything in your way, making it easier for her. “You think they’d flirt with a pregnant lady?” she leaned close to your ear and whispered. Though you couldn’t see but you could tell she was smirking. Sending kissed down your jawline and neck Till she reached your chest. Where your matching lace bra sat. Cupping your breast perfectly for her. She almost didn’t want to take it off, you looked too good. But alas she wanted to touch you, feel every inch of your being.

As she kissed your upper half, she slowly unclipped your bra. Earing a quiet whine from you. She smiled against your skin. She moved it out of her way and immediately went down on you. Cupping your breast in one hand, and the other in her mouth. Your mouth hung open, a gasp escaping your lips. She used her other free hand to position her cock perfectly with your silky entrance. “Maybe I should pump you with my kids to keep them away huh?” she entered you roughly. Letting out a long breathless groan against your nipple. You moaned, your hand holding her hair tighter. “Not everyone’s willing to be a step dad, y’know” she smirked, releasing her lips from your harden bud. She leaned back and then held back of your knees up. Before starting she stared at you, tilting her head with a stupid grin on her face. To her the sight was priceless. Your body covered in her disgusting, dominating signature. Marks all over your body, a little bit of drool down the corner of your mouth. Your half hooded eyes staring up at her. You brought both your hands to your face. One wiping the drool from your chin with your wrist. While the other covered your eyes with the back of your hand. Even in times like this, you still managed to warm her heart. As cold and intimidating as she was, you new how to get that soft side out of her. As she stared at you her gaze softened. Lost in a trance she almost forgot all about the situation at hand. Biting away a smile, she began to thrust into you slowly. Not wanting that look in your face to go. She found you so cute like this. The way you waited so patiently for her. Allowing her to use your body whenever she felt like.

Her pace quickened inside you, he length making her able to hit that sweet spot so easily. Not only that but the pure skill she had when it came to pleasing you. Even during your first time together, she fucked you like she already had you once before. The way your arousal was spreading on her pelvis and shaft, sent her into a blind state. She loved the way your body sounded and responded to her. You might not be good with your words when it came to telling her how she makes you feel. But your body always speaks louder than you in any situation. She threw her head back, lost in pleasure. “Fuuuck..” her eyes shut. She moaned out, she began to get rougher. Loving the way you feel around her. She always managed to fuck you like her first time. Like a virgins first ever experience with sex. Your moans were like music to her, if she could she make a Playlist of just your sounds of you enjoying yourself. All because of her.

You brought your hands to her hips, holding on to her as she pounded into you. Your eyes were shut close, sweat keeping your messy hair in place on your forehead. Your mouth opened from time to time. As you moaned and whine for her. “That’s it baby …” She bent over to you and kissed your chest. “Let them hear, let them know who’s ruining you right now..” She bit and marked your chest. Adding an extra layer of ecstasy to you intense pleasure. “No one can touch you like I can.” She growled against your skin. She let one of your legs go, and brought her hand to play with your clit as she fucked you. The dual sensation in your sensitive area drove you crazy. Causing you to whine and squirm under her touch. Seeing how sensitive you had gotten she laughed at you. Pulling her body up just a little to grt a better view of you. You put your hands on her shoulder, needing something , anything to hold on as you felt your climax nearing. Your nails dug into her shoulder as you moaned loudly.

“Your so perfect baby..” her thrust became messy, losing her rhythmic pace she built up before. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her closer. “Can I baby?” her breathy moans where getting shorter as she neared the edge. Understanding exactly what she wanted you nodded, desperate for release. She bite down on your neck, her groans becoming deeper in pitch as she fucked you harder. Her rough pace and thrust told you everything you needed to know. The sounds of wet skin slapping together, and the moans of to lovers echoed throughout her office. “Fuck.. Jimin!” you moaned loudly as you climax hit you like a fright train. Creaming all over her shaft, she didn’t stop there she still needs to cum too. “Your so pretty baby.. just for me” her thrust grew frantic and wild. Hitting your spot repeatedly, bringing you over the edge once again. As she came inside you with a long loud groan. Her movements slowly in down ad she whined in your ear, enjoying the sensation of your mixed fluids around her length. As you both came down from your high together, she lifted her head up to kiss you all over your face. Whispering compliments and praises to you.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can.” Her demeanor changing. Her voice dominate and stern. “You belong to me, only my..” She kissed you neck again, leaving one last mark on a surprisingly still empty space. This was a new side of your lover, she wasn’t really the jealous type. But seeing how her workers talked about you, the way they watched and looked at you for far too long. It made her beyond upset, knowing you were oblivious to their wandering eyes, and sexual compliments. She had enough, she couldn’t keep acting as if it wasn’t bothering her.

She needed to have some excuse, some way to tell you how she felt. So she chose today, but today was different. Not only was she upset about her disgusting perverts she unknowingly hired. But her other reason being was because of your argument earlier. When you walked into work today, the office had all eyes on you. That was until someone told you to go to Karina’s office. Stating that she was looking for you, it was an urgent matter. As you made your way to the elevator your heart felt heavy, and your stomach was doing every trick in the book. Every possible horrible outcome was flooding your brain. You hadn’t don’t anything wrong you thought. Maybe she was just upset at something, and needed to see you for support?? The elevator stopped. At the top floor, her floor. You felt like you were going to have a panic attack. Things have been a bit rocky with her, the past few weeks. You fought at lot, way more than usual. Karina would always dismiss you, saying your reason for being upset at her was stupid and unimportant. Her words hurt, a lot. But you couldn’t voice that, you needed this job. And seeing how quick she was to fire everyone else scared you. You loved her, more than you should. It’s wrong, it truly is, but you use can’t help it. The way she treats you versus everyone else is evidently different.

Walking down the hall to her office you stopped. Shaking nervously, scared of what’s to come if you open that door. You knocked before entering, peaking your head through first to adjust the situation before heading all the way in. There she was, at her desk. Her fingers rubbing circles on her temple. She was obviously frustrated and upset just by her demeanor. “Karina …” your voice was soft and low. Carefully you let yourself in, taking small quirt steps. “You wanted to see me?” You tried your best to mask the obvious fear in your voice as it shook. Sitting down in the seat in front of her desk. Without looking up she spoke, her tone stern. “We need to talk.” Hanging her head lower as her fingers tangled in the back of hair. She sighed, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. Her head finally rose, making eye contact with you. Noticing the worried and scared look on your face her expression softened.

You fought back tears, you hated being this vulnerable. But with her you were like a baby, an open book. ���Our relationship is quite, interesting don’t you think?” You titled your head a little, confused and eager to see where she takes this. “Y/n. You can possibly be okay with … with this.” She said pointing her finger at the both of you. “Do you even know what we have going on?” she said leaning closer onto the table. “It’s a mess, we’re a mess y/n” all you could do was sit there and listen. As much as you wanted to but in and add our input you stopped yourself. The last thing on your mind right now was upsetting her even more by creating an argument. “I can’t say I’m not attracted to you. That’d be lying.” She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “I’d hate to see you with anyone else, as well.” This confused you, was she breaking your heart for fun? “I heard your coworkers talking about you. It was disgusting.” Her face grew visibly upset. Recalling the event where two mean where explain their ‘Crush’ on you in dehumanizing ways. Obviously, she fired them after hearing that, her emotions got the best of her. “So what are you saying …?” you finally spoke up. She looked up at you, examining your face and how glossy your eyes were. “Oh, Honey.” She pouted seeing you so sad. “I’m saying your mine. My beautiful mess” she reached a hand across the table and wiped a fallen tear from your cheek. Pulling you into a kiss, that lasted way longer than it should’ve. “I can’t let anyone else have you” she spoke into the kiss, pulling back to look at you once again. Admiring the way you easily submit to her.

“I see the way you look when they compliment you” her gaze darkened as she spoke. Her thumb trailing down to your lips slowly. She stared at your lips for a while. “Get under the table.”

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(U like how I ended it? 👅 a silly reverse, heh)

[slutforvoldy]

“ IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT. ” ( ollie bearman ! )

SUMMARY: wherein a secret relationship between the reader and ollie unexpectedly unfolds

word count: 1.4k

warnings: secret relationship, forbidden love, getting caught, mentions of y/n

pairing: ollie bearman x wolff!reader

YOU WERE RAISED in the world of Formula 1.

The roar of engines, the scent of burnt rubber, the flashing cameras in the paddock—these were the sights and sounds of your childhood. Your father, Toto Wolff, had built a dynasty within Mercedes, and by extension, you had spent your whole life at the heart of it. Strategy meetings were as familiar as family dinners, and race weekends were your version of holidays. But while you were surrounded by the best of the best, young drivers with all the potential in the world, your heart had settled on someone else.

Ollie Bearman.

He wasn’t part of the Mercedes team. His team was one of the weaker outfits in Formula 1, struggling to climb out of the midfield, and that alone made him a rival in your father’s eyes. To Toto, Ollie was nothing more than another driver with little chance of breaking through. But that wasn’t the real issue. Your father had already set his sights on another driver—someone he believed was perfect for you: Kimi Antonelli.

Kimi was a prodigy, talented and promising. He was everything your father saw in a potential suitor. A good influence. A future champion. And in his mind, he was the right choice for you, although you barely even considered him more than a friend. Your father believed he was the one you should be with.

But Ollie was different. Ollie wasn’t perfect in the eyes of your father. He wasn’t the one who’d be a champion on the track, at least not in the way Kimi might be. But in your heart, Ollie was all you wanted, and the last thing you wanted was for Toto to find out about the secret you were keeping.

It was always at night when you met Ollie.

You both had agreed upon this. It's much easier without all the media frenzy, people's prying eyes, and the paparazzi's camera flashes.

The moments between you two were fleeting, always stolen under the veil of darkness. The hotel rooms, the rooftops, and the quiet corners of the paddock were where you found solace. The real world, the one full of expectations, paparazzi, and race strategies, stayed outside. Here, there was just you and Ollie, with no eyes watching, no judgments waiting. Only fleeting moments where you could just be.

Tonight was no different.

You slipped past the hotel lobby under the cover of darkness, hood pulled over your head and eyes on the floor. You had gotten good at this—the sneaking, the hiding. It was second nature now. But even as you pushed open the door to Ollie’s hotel room, you could feel the familiar rush of exhilaration hit you.

“Thought you might back out tonight,” Ollie grinned, already sitting on the bed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “Good to know I’m still your favorite.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. "I don’t think I’m supposed to be sneaking around at this hour."

“You say that every time,” Ollie laughed, standing up to greet you. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. “But you keep doing it anyway.”

“Of course... I want to see you,” you admitted, your voice soft.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his, letting the soft pressure melt away the tension of the day. The thrill of it was undeniable—the secrecy, the forbidden nature of it. It was your own secret little world where nothing else mattered, even if you knew the moment daylight arrived, you would have to slip away again.

The rule was simple: leave before dawn.

That was the only way to keep your secret safe. Once the cameras came out, once the press woke up, everything would unravel. So when the first light of dawn started to creep into the room, you knew it was time to go.

You pulled away, looking back at Ollie with a sigh. “I should get going. Sun’s almost up.”

“No, you’re not allowed to go,” Ollie teased, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer again. “Not without one more kiss.”

You laughed softly, pressing your lips to his one last time before reluctantly pulling away. You stepped toward the door, adjusting the hood on your jacket to make yourself look as inconspicuous as possible.

You slipped out of Ollie’s room, your heart racing in your chest as you tried to stay quiet.

You both made your way down the hallway, walking fast but not fast enough to attract attention. You could feel the weight of the night in your bones, the lingering sense of danger, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone might be around the corner at any moment.

But then you heard it—footsteps.

Ollie tensed beside you, and your body instinctively froze. You could hear the faint echoes growing closer, the sound of footsteps coming toward you down the hallway.

“What do we do?” You whispered urgently, panic bubbling up in your chest.

“I don’t know! We can’t just stand here!” Ollie’s voice was filled with anxiety now. “We can’t let them see us, especially not you! You can’t—”

“I don’t know! What if it’s someone from the team?” You whispered-shouted back. “Or worse, a paparazzi!”

“Shh!” Ollie hissed, looking down the hallway. “They’ll hear us! Just stay quiet. Stay hidden.”

Ollie stiffened beside you, his hand instinctively grabbing yours. You held your breath as the footsteps grew louder, echoing down the hallway. There was no mistaking it—someone was coming.

“Y/N,” a voice called out.

You stiffened in panic. It was your father.

Toto Wolff.

You felt Ollie’s hand tighten around yours, but neither of you dared to move.

You turned slowly, your heart sinking into your stomach as you saw him standing in the hallway, arms crossed, looking at you with an expression that was part disbelief, part concern. His gaze flicked to Ollie, then back to you. There was no hiding it now.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” Toto asked flatly.

“I—uh, I was just heading back to my room, Dad." You swallowed. "You’re up late,” you added, trying to distract him from the fact that he had caught you red-handed.

Toto didn’t miss a beat. “So are you.” His gaze flicks from you to Ollie. There was no mistaking the recognition in his eyes, and your heart plummeted in your chest.

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t know what else to say. The silence stretched out, thick and suffocating.

You quickly glanced at Ollie, and he met your eyes, panic written all over his face. You both exchanged a look, desperate to come up with a plan to make it seem like this is not what it looks like even though it definitely is.

“Get back to your room,” Toto continued, his voice calm but firm.

You hesitated for a moment, but his gaze never wavered. You knew better than to argue. Slowly, you nodded.

“Goodnight, sir,” Ollie said quietly, his voice respectful but also carrying the weight of their unspoken rivalry. He nodded at Toto before glancing at you one last time.

You watched Ollie leave, the door clicking softly behind him. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave him, and for a moment, it was like there was a silent exchange happening between the two men. A moment of understanding.

“I told you not to get involved with him,” your father finally said, his tone still impassive.

“I’m not a child anymore, Dad,” you replied, your voice quiet but steady. “I can make my own choices.”

Toto exhaled, but the tension seemed to ease in his features just a little. “We’ll talk about this later.”

You nodded, turning to head back to your room. You couldn’t look back.

The next day, you waited for the inevitable. You knew your father wasn’t one to brush things off. But when he found you again in the hotel lobby, he surprised you with his approach.

“You want your relationship to remain private?” Toto asked, his voice steady but carrying an edge of finality. “Then make it better. No more sneaking around, no more late-night rendezvous. I can’t support something that’s all secrets.”

You stared at him, unsure of how to respond.

“But if you’re willing to face the consequences,” Toto continued, “if you’re willing to stand by it and make it right, then I can support it. You’re not a child anymore. You don’t need to hide.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, a mixture of relief and anxiety.

“So... you approve?” You asked cautiously.

Toto gave a small nod, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. “Just make sure you’re ready for what comes with it.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I am. I’m ready.”

And just like that, the weight of the world seemed to lift off your shoulders. You no longer had to hide.

[horchatakoo]

BENEATH HIM | JUNGKOOK FF

Description: As an eclipse omega at the bottom of the hierarchy, you find yourself entangled with a pure-blood alpha.

Themes: yandere bully jungkook, pure blood alpha jungkook, omega reader, obsession.

Part 2

In this world, a strict hierarchy exists—an unshakable order where strength determines worth. At the top stand the Alphas, the unrivaled leaders of the pack, with Pure Blood Alphas reigning as the rarest and most powerful of them all.

Beneath them are the Betas, the steady backbone of society, neither dominant nor submissive but essential in maintaining balance.

And at the very bottom lie the Omegas, submissive by nature, their purpose bound to serving their mates.

But there is one rank even lower—one so rare and reviled that even Omegas look down upon them.

The Eclipse Omegas.

Born under a solar eclipse, they are weaker than their ordinary counterparts. Their bodies are fragile, their pain tolerance minimal, and worst of all, their pheromones are faint—almost nonexistent. Unlike normal Omegas, whose scents draw Alphas in instinctively, Eclipse Omegas are undesirable, often ignored, overlooked, or outright ridiculed.

Thankfully, births of Eclipse Omegas are rare.

But unfortunately for you, you happen to be one of them…

Life as an Eclipse Omega is anything but easy. Discrimination follows you like a shadow, relentless and inescapable. Even the other Omegas, the ones who should be your allies, look down on you with contempt—as if your mere existence is an embarrassment to their kind.

School is a daily struggle, each day more unbearable than the last. There are mornings when you don’t even want to get out of bed, when the thought of facing another day filled with whispers, glares, and quiet humiliation makes your stomach twist. If not for your ever-loving parents, who refuse to let you give up, you might have walked away from it all.

To them, being an Eclipse Omega is already a disadvantage—but being uneducated would be even worse. And they refuse to let that happen.

You keep your head down as you walk through the crowded school hallway, clutching your books tightly to your chest. The weight of the stares pressing against you is suffocating, but you’ve learned to endure it.

Ignore them. Keep walking. Don’t react.

But it never works.

A sudden force slams against your shoulder, sending you stumbling forward. Laughter erupts behind you.

"Oops, didn’t see you there," a sickly sweet voice sneers.

You don’t need to turn around to know who it is—Mina, the most sought-after Omega on campus. With soft golden curls and a scent so intoxicating that Alphas instinctively turn their heads, she embodies everything an Omega is meant to be.

Desirable. Delicate. Wanted.

Everything you are not—and never will be.

Where Mina is radiant, you are plain. Where she is delicate, you are weak—so much so that you might as well be human with how faint your scent is. You are an anomaly, a mistake in the natural order.

And if that wasn’t humiliating enough, there’s one more thing that sets you apart.

You’re already twenty, yet you’ve never had your first heat.

“Forget it Mina, talking to a defective is not worth it” one of Mina’s friends said, making her group, as well as the others who witnessed it laugh at you.

This is already a common interaction you’ve had with every student here, yet you’ve never gotten used to it.

"Pathetic," Mina scoffs. Then, she opened your bags and made it upside down, making all of your belongings scattered across the floor before she left with her group.

The hallway erupts with more laughter

Your heart clenches, shame burning at your skin as you drop to your knees to gather your things. No one helps. No one ever does.

You bite the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to not cry. Not here. Not in front of them.

After the humiliating encounter in the hallway, you barely made it to your first class—Biology—just in time. Heart pounding, you slipped through the door just as the teacher started calling attendance.

"Min Y/N?"

"Present!" you blurted out, raising your hand quickly to make sure she noticed before rushing to your seat.

Relief barely settled in your chest before it was ripped away the moment you sat down.

A cold, sticky sensation spread across your thighs.

Your breath hitched as realization dawned. Hesitantly, you lifted yourself slightly and looked down—your skirt was covered in slime.

Laughter erupted behind you.

You didn’t need to turn around to know who was behind it.

But you did anyway.

And there he was—Jeon Jungkook.

A Pure Blood Alpha. The son of the pack leader. The worst person you could possibly cross.

He leaned back in his chair, arms lazily crossed over his broad chest, an infuriating smirk plastered on his face.

"What?" he taunted, tilting his head mockingly. "You gonna run to the teacher? Go ahead. See what happens."

The challenge in his voice sent a chill down your spine. You couldn’t fight back. You couldn’t even report him—everyone knew that. Not even the teacher would dare stand against him.

Because messing with Jungkook was no different than signing your own death sentence.

Overwhelmed by everything that had happened—from the hallway to now—a single tear slipped down your cheek before you hurriedly wiped it away.

Jungkook’s grin only widened, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. Making you cry at the start of the week? Perfect.

You scanned the room, desperately looking for an empty seat. There were none.

Not that it mattered. Even if there was a vacant spot, no one would let you sit with them anyway.

For a fleeting moment, you considered excusing yourself—going to the bathroom to wipe off the disgusting slime clinging to your skirt. But you knew better.

Your teacher was just like them.

She was strict—especially with you. If you asked to leave, she’d only scold you for “causing a scene” or “disrupting the lesson.” So, you did the only thing you could.

You stayed silent.

Turning your gaze forward, you clenched your fists and swallowed back the lump in your throat, your silent sobs barely contained as the cold slime seeped into your skin.

Behind you, Jungkook leaned forward, voice dripping with mockery.

"That’s right. Stay silent, you pathetic lowlife."

Then—a sharp jolt.

Jungkook kicked the back of your chair. Not hard enough to draw attention, just enough to make you jolt in place. Enough to remind you of exactly where you stand.

Laughter erupted behind you.

With a smirk, Jungkook turned to Taehyung, raising his hand for a victorious high five.

And just like that, your misery became nothing more than entertainment.

You could say Jungkook was the worst of all your bullies.

There wasn’t a single day he missed the chance to humiliate you.

Sometimes, it was just cruel words—sharp, biting insults meant to remind you of how unwanted you were. Other times, it was much worse.

He’d dump your lunch on your clothes, leaving you to sit through the rest of the day smelling like food. He’d mess with your schoolwork, ensuring the teacher found a reason to scold you. And when he was feeling particularly cruel?

He’d steal your money.

Not because he needed it—he didn’t.

Jungkook was already filthy rich, his family’s wealth ensuring he never lacked anything. But taking from you? Watching you struggle through the day without food, knowing you had no one to turn to?

That was what made it fun for him.

And if that wasn’t enough, he and Taehyung made sure your social life was just as miserable.

They spread rumors—lies—telling everyone that you secretly hated Mina, that you were jealous of her.

The result?

Mina was furious.

And the other omegas? They already looked down on you—now, they had an excuse to hate and beat you even more.

To them, you weren’t just weak. You were pathetic. A joke.

And for Jungkook, making your life miserable has become a hobby.

"I'm home!" you called out the moment you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you. At least here, you could finally find peace.

Your mom appeared from the kitchen, holding a steaming pot before setting it on the dining table.

"Oh, honey! I'm glad you're home," she greeted with a warm smile as you walked toward her.

But her eyes quickly landed on the damp patch on your skirt.

"What happened to your skirt?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

You tensed. Of course, she noticed.

"Uh… nothing, Mom. I slipped on a wet floor," you lied, grateful that you'd managed to scrub off the sticky slime after Biology class—though it left an embarrassing damp spot behind.

"Silly! You need to be more careful," she chided playfully.

"Yeah, I will, Mom," you muttered before heading up the stairs, eager to lock yourself away in your room.

But just as you reached the first step, her next words froze you in place.

"Oh, by the way," she started, "a friend of yours—Mina, I think?—came by earlier. You didn’t tell me you had prom this Friday!"

Your stomach dropped.

The prom.

Your teacher had announced it earlier, but you’d barely paid attention—already deciding you wouldn't go.

"I'm so happy you're making friends now, sweetheart!" she gushed.

If only she knew.

Mina wasn’t a friend. She was a nightmare.

But telling your mom the truth would only make her worry even more.

"She’s not a friend, Mom," you mumbled. "She’s just… a classmate."

Your mom hummed in understanding before beaming at you.

"Well, either way, I’ll make sure you look fantastic for prom!"

You forced a small smile, but your thoughts were racing.

“Great. Now I have to go to a party I never wanted to attend.”

And knowing Mina? She wasn’t inviting you for no reason.

They were planning something.

And whatever it was… it wouldn’t be good.

Tuesday came faster than you expected… and you knew it by the annoying blare of your alarm clock.

The bright red numbers on the screen flashed: 8:30 AM.

Your heart dropped.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, panic immediately setting in.

Your alarm was supposed to go off thirty minutes ago.

Without wasting another second, you practically threw yourself out of bed, rushing straight into the bathroom. No time to think.

You flicked the shower on, shivering as the cold water hit your skin, but you didn’t have the luxury to wait for it to warm up. You scrubbed yourself down hastily—shampoo barely rinsed out, soap barely lathered—before hopping out and wrapping a towel around your body.

Dashing back into your room, you yanked open your closet, grabbing the first uniform you could find. It was slightly wrinkled, but you didn’t have time to care.

You struggled to button up your blouse with trembling fingers, your heart pounding against your ribs. You slipped on your skirt, tugged on your socks, and shoved your feet into your shoes.

You didn’t have the time to blow-dry your hair as you bolted out of your bedroom, nearly slipping on the polished floor in your haste.

Your mom looked up from the kitchen, a spatula in hand, while your dad sat at the dining table, casually sipping his usual coffee.

“Breakfast is ready, sweetheart! Come eat before you go—”

“I’ll just buy something at the cafeteria, Mom! Bye, Dad!” you shouted over your shoulder, already halfway out the door.

Your mom barely had time to respond before you were gone.

“Honey, don’t you think our daughter is acting a bit… off today?”

“Hmm? She’s just going to be late for school,” your dad replies, nonchalant over his morning coffee.

“I don’t know… something just feels off. I guess it’s just my mother instincts,” your mom murmurs, worry lacing her tone.

And hell your mom was right!

Later that day, you step into the school hallway, your mind still clouded from the morning’s rush. That’s when it hits you—a sudden wave of heat crawling over your skin, your head throbbing as if caught in a fever. A shiver runs down your spine, yet your body only feels hotter, heavier.

You pause, glancing around in confusion, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar sensation. Maybe it’s just exhaustion, you reason. Maybe the air is stuffy. But the hallway is nearly empty, most students already in class. There’s no crowd, no heat lingering from too many bodies packed together—just you and this unbearable warmth seeping into your bones.

Shaking it off, you force your legs to move forward, determined to push through whatever this is. But just as you round a corner, your stomach sinks.

Jungkook.

He’s walking straight toward you, his presence dominating the space with effortless arrogance. Instinct takes over before logic can, and you immediately turn down the nearest aisle, hoping to slip past unnoticed. You don’t have the strength to deal with him today—not with your body betraying you like this.

But luck has never been on your side.

Jungkook’s sharp eyes catch you in an instant, and his lips curl into a knowing smirk. His steps slow, his amusement growing. He’s seen you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

After all, making your life miserable is his favorite pastime.

You keep your head down, willing yourself to disappear as you quicken your pace, but it’s useless.

A firm hand grips your wrist, yanking you back with just enough force to make you stumble. Before you can react, you find yourself pinned against the cold wall of the empty hallway, Jungkook towering over you with that ever-present smugness in his dark eyes.

“Running away from me now, Eclipse?” His voice drips with amusement, the nickname he gave you laced with condescension. “Didn’t even give me a chance to have my fun today.”

You swallow hard, trying to keep yourself steady, but the dizziness crashes into you all at once. The warmth inside you intensifies, a strange pulsing heat spreading through your limbs, making your breathing turn shallow and uneven.

Jungkook’s smirk falters for a split second as he takes in your appearance—your pupils blown wide, with your eyes having that golden glow, chest rising and falling far too quickly, hands trembling at your sides.

Instinctively, he leans in slightly, inhaling.

And that’s when it happens.

His entire body stiffens.

Jungkook's entire body tenses, his grip unconsciously tightening on your arms as the realization crashes over him like a tidal wave.

No.

No, this can’t be happening.

His mate? You?

He lets out a shaky breath, trying to shake off the pull, but the golden glow in your eyes only confirms what his instincts are already screaming at him. His mate. The one person he’s supposed to cherish, protect—not torment.

And yet, here you are, trembling in front of him, vulnerable, struggling to even stand as your first heat crashes down on you like a storm.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, not out of anger, but something else—something he doesn’t want to name.

He watches as you bite your lip, your breathing uneven, your scent making his own body react in ways he never expected. His fingers twitch again, fighting the urge to do something stupid.

You look up at him, dazed and confused, searching his face for answers, for anything that will make sense of the unbearable heat consuming you.

But all Jungkook can think about is the way he’s spent every day making your life hell.

And now the universe has tied you to him?

He forces himself to step back, releasing you like you just burned him, even though every fiber of his being screams at him to hold on.

“Shit,” he breathes out, running a hand through his hair. “This isn’t happening.”

But it is.

And the worst part?

You don’t even realize it yet.

"I... i can't breath" you muttered to him before your vision turned to black as you fainted.

his arms.

“Shit—”

Instinct kicks in before logic can. His arms move on their own, catching you before you hit the cold floor. Your scent—his mate’s scent—surrounds him, messing with his head, making it harder to think. His heartbeat pounds in his ears as he looks down at you, unconscious, your face flushed, lips parted as you struggle to breathe even in your unconscious state.

“Damn it,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, lifting you effortlessly in his arms. The moment your body pressed against his, a low growl rumbled in his chest, the bond already working its way into his instincts, even though he hasn’t marked you yet.

He swallows hard, pushing down the sudden wave of possessiveness that creeps up his spine.

He needs to get you out of here—now.

The last thing he needs is some other Alpha catching a whiff of your scent.

A soft hum of an air conditioner fills the silence as you stir awake, your body feeling both light and heavy at the same time. Your eyelids flutter open, adjusting to the dimly lit room. The scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, and the sterile white walls make it clear—you’re in some kind of medical office.

Before you can even sit up or ask where you are, a familiar voice cuts through the silence.

“You passed out.”

Jungkook’s tone is flat, emotionless, as if he’s simply stating a fact. He’s standing near the wall, arms crossed, his usual cocky expression nowhere to be seen.

“You had a sudden drop in blood pressure, which caused you to faint,” the doctor explains calmly. “It’s nothing too serious, but your body is undergoing some changes, which is why you felt weak. I’ve prescribed you some medication to help regulate it.”

The doctors’s voice is steady, professional—but something about it feels… off. Like he’s withholding something. Like he’s deliberately choosing his words.

You don’t think too hard about it, too drained to question anything as he hands you a small white prescription bag. You glance at it, assuming it’s for something like a cold or exhaustion.

What you don’t know is that it’s all a lie.

Jungkook made sure of it.

The so-called "medication" in your hands isn't for blood pressure or general weakness—it’s a suppressant. Because your symptoms weren’t just random. You weren’t just lightheaded or exhausted.

You were going into heat.

And Jungkook knew. The moment your scent wrapped around him like a vice, the moment his body reacted in ways he refused to acknowledge—he knew exactly what was happening.

And he couldn’t let you find out.

Not now.

Not when the reality of what you were to him—the truth he wasn’t ready to face—would change everything.

You, oblivious to all of this, sigh softly.

“I… Can I go home now?” you ask hesitantly, still feeling slightly out of it.

The doctor nods. “Yes, but make sure to take those meds as instructed and get plenty of rest.”

You slowly slide off the examination table, still feeling a little unsteady on your feet. Just as you reach for your bag, Jungkook speaks again.

“I’ll drive you.”

His voice is cold, detached, like he’s doing this out of obligation rather than concern.

You freeze, glancing at him. His expression remains unreadable, his jaw clenched, as if he’s barely tolerating this situation.

Something about his demeanor feels… different. Not like the usual arrogant Jungkook who lived to make your life miserable. But still, you hesitate.

“I can take the bus,” you mutter, not wanting to owe him anything.

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t change. “I wasn’t asking.”

There’s an edge to his tone, not quite threatening, but firm enough that you know arguing is useless.

With a sigh, you give in.

Maybe it’s better this way. The sooner you get home, the sooner you can pretend none of this ever happened.

The car ride is painfully silent. The only sound between you and Jungkook is the hum of the engine and the occasional turn signal clicking. You keep your gaze locked outside the window, watching the familiar streets pass by, trying to focus on anything but the suffocating presence beside you.

When the car finally pulls up in front of your house, you swallow down your hesitation and glance at him. Your fingers tighten around the prescription bag in your lap.

“…Thanks,” you murmur, the word feeling foreign when directed at him.

Jungkook doesn’t look at you. He simply hums in response, a low, almost dismissive sound, before adding, “Take care.”

The words are spoken casually, but something about them catches you off guard. Maybe it’s because you never expected to hear them from him. Maybe it’s because his voice, even in its usual indifferent tone, carries a hint of something unfamiliar.

Either way, you feel warmth crawl up your neck, and to your absolute horror, you realize you’re blushing.

You clear your throat, quickly undoing your seatbelt before pushing the door open. Without another glance back, you step out, clutching the prescription bag tightly as you walk up to your house.

The moment you step inside, the familiar scent of home washes over you, comforting in its normalcy. You slip off your shoes and call out,

“I’m home!”

Your mom peeks out from the kitchen, a warm smile on her face. “Oh, sweetheart! You’re home early.”

Your dad, sitting on the couch with his newspaper, glances up. “Rough day?”

You sigh, nodding. “Yeah, I just wanna rest.”

Your mom frowns slightly but nods in understanding. “Alright, go ahead and take a nap. I’ll call you for dinner.”

You mumble a quiet thanks before heading upstairs to your room, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The events of the day weigh heavily on you, especially with the thought of how you hurriedly dash out of your house in the morning, to go to class, and end up not attending any of it. But exhaustion wins out, and you collapse onto your bed.

Meanwhile, downstairs, your parents continue their conversation—until your mom suddenly sniffs the air.

“…Do you smell that?” she asks, her nose scrunching slightly.

Your dad lowers his newspaper, sniffing as well. His brows furrow. “Yeah… that’s not her usual scent.”

Your mom gasps, suddenly lighting up like a teenage girl hearing gossip. “Oh my god! It smells like an Alpha!” she squeals, fanning herself dramatically. “Do you think—? No way! Our baby girl met an Alpha?!”

Your dad groans, shaking his head. “Don’t start.”

But your mom is already giggling, clasping her hands together. “This is huge! What if it’s her mate? What if she’s finally found the one?!”

Your dad sighs. “Or maybe she just bumped into someone.”

But your mom isn’t listening. She’s too busy spinning scenarios in her head, imagining wedding bells and grandchildren, while your dad pinches the bridge of his nose, knowing there’s no stopping her now.

The next day at school, everything feels… normal.

Almost too normal.

No pranks. No teasing. No Jungkook tripping you as you walk past his desk in Biology.

At first, you think it’s some kind of elaborate trick. Maybe he’s setting up something worse. Maybe he’s just waiting for you to lower your guard. But as the days pass, the torment never comes. He barely even acknowledges you in class—just sits there, staring at his notes, acting as if you don’t exist.

You should feel relieved. You do—mostly. But something about it feels off.

Then there’s the other thing.

It started two days ago, on a completely normal lunch break. You had just grabbed your tray from the cafeteria when your phone vibrated with an unknown number. At first, you thought it was a spam call, but when you answered, a familiar voice grumbled on the other end.

“Rooftop. Now.”

That was it. No explanation. No name. But you knew who it was.

And for some insane reason, you actually went.

You sighed as you stood on the rooftop, arms crossed, watching Jungkook lean against the railing like he had nothing better to do. With you still not having any clue as to why you’re here.

He wasn’t teasing you.

He wasn’t bullying you.

Hell, he wasn’t even talking.

Just standing there. Existing. Being annoying with his broad shoulders and his stupidly toned back that—

You blinked.

Nope. Absolutely not.

You weren’t going to admire Jungkook’s back. You weren’t going to notice how perfect the fit of his uniform was on him or how the slight breeze tousled his hair in a way that would make anyone swoon.

He’s a menace.

A tormentor.

He made your life hell for years!

You shook your head, forcing the thought out of your mind before you accidentally spiraled into something worse.

“Are you gonna stand there and sulk all day?” Jungkook suddenly muttered without even looking at you.

Your brows furrowed. “What the hell do you even want, Jungkook?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against yours. It was so quick, so subtle that you didn’t even think twice about it.

Just like every other day.

What you didn’t know was that he had done it on purpose.

Every time he stood near you, every time he subtly brushed past you, every time he casually leaned against you like it was nothing��

He was scenting you.

Carefully. Subtly. Just enough so that no other Alpha would catch onto the fact that your scent was unclaimed and vulnerable.

You didn’t notice, but he did.

Every. Single. Time.

And that he hated himself for it.

Because no matter how much he wanted to ignore it, to fight against it—

You were his mate.

And the need to scent you was driving him insane, when he can just easily claim what’s his.

“You’re coming to prom tomorrow?” Jungkook asked casually before turning to leave, his question so abrupt that it caught you off guard.

“Uh… yeah. My mom got me a dress,” you replied hesitantly, still processing why he even cared.

“Okay.” His response was short, almost indifferent, yet it only left you more confused.

The venue was already bustling with life by the time you arrived. Laughter, music, and the soft clinking of glasses filled the air, yet you remained on the outskirts, lingering near the corner of the grand ballroom. You didn’t exactly have anyone to talk to, so instead, you busied yourself watching the swirling figures of your classmates, lost in their own world of glittering dresses and expensive colognes.

Your light blue gown cascaded elegantly to the floor, its soft chiffon layers swaying with every step. The bodice hugged your form, adorned with delicate silver embroidery that shimmered under the dim, golden lights. The off-shoulder sleeves draped gracefully over your arms, giving you an air of effortless elegance. Your hair was styled in soft waves, half of it pinned back with a silver clip, leaving just enough to frame your face.

Despite looking the part of someone who belonged here, you felt completely out of place.

You sighed, shifting your weight from one foot to another. If anything, at least Jungkook talked to you, even if it was annoying. Unconsciously, your gaze drifted across the room, searching for him among the crowd. It was stupid—you knew that—but something about his presence, no matter how frustrating, was familiar.

But no matter where you looked, you couldn’t find him.

Minutes passed, and the suffocating atmosphere of the venue started to weigh on you. The overly sweet scent of perfumes mixed with the heat of too many bodies pressed together made your head feel heavy. Bored and restless, you quietly slipped past the grand doors and out into the cool night air.

The contrast was instant.

A crisp breeze kissed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as you stepped onto the empty balcony. The muffled sound of music and laughter echoed from inside, but out here, it was peaceful. You leaned against the railing, inhaling deeply as you let the fresh air clear your mind.

At least out here, you could finally breathe.

Just as you were beginning to relax, a sharp whistle cut through the quiet night air.

Your body stiffened. Slowly, you turned your head toward the source of the sound, your heart already pounding.

A group of five guys—three Alphas and two Betas—stood a few feet away, their eyes locked on you like a pack of wolves finding easy prey. The way they leered at you made your stomach twist.

“Well, well, look what we have here,” one of the Alphas sneered, stepping forward. His smirk was sharp, predatory. “An Eclipse Omega, all alone in the dark.”

Your breath hitched.

Another Alpha laughed, shaking his head. “Didn’t think we’d see one of your kind out in the open. You must be real desperate for attention, huh?”

“I—I was just leaving,” you muttered, forcing yourself to stand your ground, even as your knees threatened to buckle.

One of the Betas scoffed. “Leaving? Aww, come on, don’t be like that. No one even wants an Eclipse Omega, right? You should be grateful we’re giving you the time of day.”

You felt like you’d been slapped.

Alphas always went for normal Omegas. Eclipse Omegas like you were considered… defective. Your scent was weaker, your heats unpredictable—most Alphas found you undesirable. You had heard the whispers before, the cruel remarks. But hearing it now, from them, in this situation…

Another Alpha leaned in slightly, eyes dark with amusement. “But hey, you’ve got a pussy just like every other Omega, don’t you?” He grinned. “Maybe you should take what you can get.”

Laughter erupted from the group, and bile rose in your throat.

The air around you suddenly felt suffocating, like their presence alone was pressing down on you, caging you in.

“Tell you what,” the first Alpha said, rubbing his chin like he was pretending to think. “How about we make this fun?”

His smirk widened.

“We’ll give you a head start. Five minutes. You run as fast as you can into the woods,” he gestured toward the dark tree line at the edge of the school grounds, “and if we catch you…” He trailed off, letting the silence stretch.

Your breath came out shaky, fear coursing through your veins like fire.

Run.

That was all your mind could process.

Without another word, you turned and bolted, the sound of their laughter ringing in your ears as you stumbled off the balcony and onto the grass.

Tears blurred your vision as you sprinted toward the forest, your heels sinking into the dirt, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

You didn’t dare look back.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the men’s sinister laughter echoed behind you, each step they took sending a fresh wave of terror through your body. You knew they were close—too close—and that no matter how fast you ran, they were faster. Stronger.

Your heart pounded painfully against your ribs as you pushed your legs to move faster, desperation clawing at your throat. But in your blind panic, you didn’t see the tree branch lying in your path.

Your foot caught on it.

A strangled gasp left your lips as you stumbled forward, gravity yanking you down. The world tilted, and before you could catch yourself, you crashed onto the cold, unforgiving forest floor, the impact knocking the air out of your lungs. Dirt and leaves clung to your dress as you scrambled to push yourself up, your hands shaking violently.

Behind you, the laughter grew louder, closer.

"Aw, poor thing fell," one of them taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Guess she really is useless. Eclipse Omegas are weak little things, aren’t they?" another sneered.

Your entire body was trembling now, heart hammering so hard it hurt. You tried to crawl forward, to get up and run again, but footsteps crunched against the leaves behind you—too close.

"Game over," one of them chuckled darkly, as one of the men grabbed your jaw tightly.

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for whatever was coming,

A deep, guttural growl ripped through the air, so feral and vicious that the laughter behind you died instantly. The atmosphere changed, thick with something heavy, something dangerous.

Your eyes snapped open.

And there he was.

Jungkook.

His stance was rigid, his breathing controlled, but his eyes had already turned pitch black, a sign that he’s already about to turn in his wolf form at any moment .

“Shit…” one of the Betas muttered under his breath.

“Jungkook?” Another scoffed, but you could hear the slight tremor in his voice. “Didn’t think the golden boy would show up.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “Didn’t think I’d have to deal with bottom-feeders like you tonight.”

One of the Alphas snarled, stepping forward. “Back off, Jeon. This doesn’t concern you.”

Jungkook tilted his head, the corner of his lip twitching into something almost amused—but there was nothing funny about the way his gaze burned into them.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” he said casually. “You made it my problem the moment you touched what’s mine.”

His words sent a ripple through you, but you barely had time to react. The men did.

The first Alpha lunged without warning, his body shifting mid-air, bones cracking as he transformed into a massive wolf. The others followed instantly, launching toward Jungkook with snarls ripping through their throats.

But Jungkook didn’t shift.

He didn’t need to.

Jungkook moved faster than your eyes could track. One second, the first Alpha was mid-leap, claws bared, fangs ready to sink into flesh. The next, a sickening crack echoed through the trees.

Jungkook had grabbed the Alpha mid-air, twisting its head with an unnatural force—ripping it clean from its shoulders.

Blood sprayed across the forest floor, the head rolling away, its expression frozen in shock. The lifeless body slumped to the ground with a heavy thud.

The other Alpha skidded to a stop, horror flashing in his eyes. He turned, trying to shift back, trying to run—

But Jungkook was faster.

With a single step forward, he drove his fist straight through the wolf’s chest, gripping onto his spine from the inside. A strangled howl left the creature’s throat before Jungkook yanked his arm back—spine and all.

The body collapsed instantly, blood pooling beneath it, the scent of death overpowering the air.

The moment the two Alphas fell lifeless to the ground, the remaining three turned on their heels, desperate to escape.

But they had no chance.

Jungkook was already moving before they could even shift.

With terrifying speed, he closed the distance between them, his hands striking like death itself.

The first Beta barely had time to scream before Jungkook’s claws sliced clean across his throat. Blood gushed out in a gruesome arc, his body falling limp before it even registered what had happened.

The second tried to shift mid-run, fur sprouting along his arms—

But Jungkook grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat. In one swift motion, his claws tore through flesh, severing arteries and muscle like paper.

shaking.

“P-please…” he whimpered, tears streaking down his face. “I—I didn’t even touch her—”

Jungkook didn’t care.

With a single swipe, he slit his throat wide open, the Beta’s final gurgle lost in the choking flood of his own blood.

And then—silence.

Jungkook stood among the bodies, his chest rising and falling steadily, crimson staining his skin, his suit ruined.

He turned to you.

Your breath hitched, your entire body frozen in place.

Jungkook had just massacred five men in a matter of seconds.

And yet—there wasn’t a single ounce of remorse in his expression.

Only possession.

Like he had simply taken out the trash.

Jungkook’s head tilted slightly, his gaze locking onto yours.

And then, in an instant, his entire demeanor shifted.

Gone was the ruthless killer who had just torn five men apart like they were nothing.

Now, his eyes—wide, frantic, almost wild—were scanning you in pure panic.

“Fuck, fuck—” His voice trembled as he rushed forward, his hands hovering over your arms, your waist, your face—like he didn’t know where to start, where to check first.

“Did they hurt you?” His voice cracked, his fingers finally landing on your wrists, clutching them tightly but gently, as if you would break. His breathing was erratic, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Tell me, please—are you okay? Did they—”

His eyes darted all over your body, searching for bruises, for scratches, for any sign that they had touched what was his.

You just stood there, frozen, unable to process the sudden shift in him.

And then—

Jungkook’s breath hitched.

Tears welled in his eyes as he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, his entire body shaking.

“I was almost too late,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I—” His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hands gripping you tighter, as if he was afraid you’d disappear. “I almost lost you.”

And before you could even react, he leaned in.

His lips landed on your temple, pressing a desperate kiss. Then another—on your cheek, your forehead, the corner of your mouth—his lips trailing down to your jaw, your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine.

He was shaking.

Kissing you like you were the most fragile thing in the world, like he was trying to reassure himself that you were still here, still breathing, still his.

Still his.

The realization hit you like a truck.

Your breath caught in your throat as your mind finally connected the dots, the way he had been acting, the way he had been calling you to the rooftop, the way his scent lingered on you—

You gasped softly.

“…My mate.”

Jungkook’s lips stilled against your neck, his body tensing.

And when he pulled back, his red-rimmed eyes met yours.

He had been trying to fight it.

Deny it.

But he couldn’t anymore.

Because you knew.

And there was no going back.

Then, suddenly—

A sharp, searing heat bloomed in your stomach.

Your body trembled, your knees nearly giving out as a whimper slipped past your lips. The suppressant—whatever the doctor had given you—was failing.

Jungkook’s proximity, his touch, the way his scent completely engulfed you—it was too much.

You gasped, gripping onto his shoulders, your entire body burning from the inside out.

Jungkook inhaled sharply.

His entire frame shuddered as the same realization dawned on him— his suppressant was failing too.

His heat.

His own scent grew impossibly strong, thick with need, with instinct. His hands clenched around you, muscles tensing as if trying to fight against the overwhelming pull.

But it was futile.

Your body arched against his, heat pooling deep in your core as the ache became unbearable.

A growl rumbled from his chest, low and guttural. His arms wrapped around you, caging you in, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Fuck," he rasped, voice strained. "I— I can't—"

Another whimper escaped you, your mind hazy, instincts screaming for relief, for him.

Jungkook's breath was hot against your neck. His hands tightened on your hips as his lips parted, revealing sharp canines.

"Mine," he growled.

Then—

A sharp sting.

His teeth sank into your skin, marking you.

And in that moment—

You were his.

Forever.

[kleptokure]

Bitter Beasts ── .✦

Burning Spice Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, and Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader (separate)

જ⁀➴

Burning Spice Cookie ঔঌ

You, out of all cookies, are the lover of a beast! Sounds exciting, right? It would be, if only that beast had not basically bounded you to his side for eternity. Not to mention, your partner is quite the brute. As a former subordinate, you could handle Burning Spice Cookie's roughness from afar. But as his lover? Circumstances become too overbearing.

It is hard to know how you gained the attention of the Great Destroyer. You were an underling, a cookie who was loyal to Burning Spice until the end. Of course, the beast has many followers, some more faithful than you were, but that mattered not. One uneventful day turned into the opposite, and the next thing you knew, you were forbidden to stray from his sight.

Burning Spice Cookie enjoys keeping you at his side, where he can see you at all times, and you get to see his lust for carnage upfront. It is a brutal sighting, really, but he believes you knew what you were getting into the second you bowed down to him.

He never thought he would entertain an emotion such as love, but your looks alone were so enticing, pulling him in a way that he could not understand. He attempted to ignore you, as you were much weaker than him, but that fell short.

No matter your nervous refutes, Burning Spice Cookie decided to keep you for himself. He found little reason in your daily battles, so he removed those and replaced them with the opportunity of sparring him.

Burning Spice Cookie relishes the way you grow weary, as all cookies do when facing him. Your face is especially delightful, though. It merely tempts him to push you towards your limits. Is it not wonderful to be blessed with the chance of fighting him every day?

If you were to agree, then you fail to show it. Even though you have been honored with the title of his partner, you seem so distant, and that frustrates him to no extent.

Burning Spice Cookie keeps a watchful eye on you, and he notices exchanges that leave a shadow looming on his face. Specifically, your exchanges with Nutmeg Tiger Cookie.

You appear so... friendly with her. In truth, it is a normal relationship between acquaintances, but even that is enough to bother Burning Spice Cookie. How can you act in such a way towards your former general but behave so still with your lover? You should be ecstatic he chose you as his partner, yet you stay quiet.

Over time, Burning Spice Cookie becomes more observant of you. Any actions between you and Nutmeg Tiger leave him seething. He feels inclined to crumble the hybrid, yet he has abstained.

When confronted, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie is bewildered. She would never dare to take what is owned by her master. Her lord's interrogation causes her to avoid you much more, which Burning Spice Cookie is somewhat pleased with.

Even so, you are not left unpunished. You have been left bounded to his temple for an unknown period of time, either stuck in his quarters or beside Burning Spice Cookie on his throne. Around your dough, he keeps a tight grip, as if the slightest loosening would allow you to run from him.

It's safe to say you should best keep away from the spice tribes, lest you want them to meet their maker. Not like you can converse with another, much less go anywhere for that to be given a chance. The overbearing beast constantly near is sure to deny such.

"I will not hesitate to crumble the next cookie that speaks to you."

Mystic Flour Cookie ˳༄꠶

For reasons unknown, a certain beast has taken a liking to you. You might have been relieved when it was Mystic Flour Cookie, as she seems so peaceful. Would it be that hard to escape her obsession with you?

To your surprise, it was. You underestimated her pure strength. Cloud Haetae Cookie led you to believe his goddess was just as benevolent as she was in the past, but you soon faced how ugly she could get when you attempted to leave.

Mystic Flour was a sweet cookie, welcoming you in as the humble traveler you are. Somehow, you knew nothing of her origins, oblivious of her true identity, and she took advantage of that.

You were so kind, demonstrating your respect in the way you first bowed to her. She believed cookies to be selfish, as her own followers caused her suffering for their own desires.

But you? No, you were much more considerate. Also foolish, but she cherished your admiration more. It was strange to discover a cookie filled with little wishes, as even Mystic Flour Cookie displayed her own greed when she decided to take you in for her own pleasures.

You were unaware that your relationship with the beast was developing into something more until it was too late. Of course, you had other places to go, but Mystic Flour Cookie gave you no exit. As anyone else would be, you were confused. Then she spoke of her growing affection for you.

As sweet as love is, you could not accept hers. You did not envision the relationship working out since you love to explore while she remains in one region. It would be a long-distance relationship if anything.

Mystic Flour Cookie was disheartened by your response. Ever since she turned the way she is now, being told no is foreign to her. She cannot believe all of the meals she shared with you meant nothing. She refuses to accept this outcome; therefore, she will make her own.

All of your freedom is stripped from you, now locked away inside of the Ivory Pagoda. The only cookies who are allowed to see you are herself and the cloud haetae. She continues to linger around you as if nothing ever happened, and your complaints are met with silence.

No matter your immature fits, the end result will persist. The beast knows you'll gradually adapt to your new life.

Throughout the process, Mystic Flour Cookie has found a fact to be displeasing. Cloud Haetae Cookie, her most devoted follower, is seen around you plenty. He is the one to retrieve you when his lord needs you, yes, but outside of those times, you are alongside him instead of her.

Gaining a snoopy trait, Mystic Flour Cookie finds out the reason why. In some way, Cloud Haetae Cookie has become a form of comfort for you. When he shifts into his haetae form, you bring him into a big cuddle.

Without a doubt, Mystic Flour Cookie is upset. She almost feels childish for her emotions when she knows you will come her way soon, but still. You choose to snuggle her devotee rather than her? How offensive.

Rather than pointing it out, the apathetic cookie subtly hints towards her bitterness when conversing with her pet. Cloud Haetae Cookie knows what to infer and expresses sorrow for what he unknowingly caused.

Unfortunately, that means your consolation prize separates themselves from you. Oh, but worry not. If you are in need of a warm embrace, then your lover is right beside you. She will not be going anywhere else anytime soon.

"Escaping is futile. All you require is here. With me."

Shadow Milk Cookie ⋆.˚𖦹⋆

A special jester has decided to entertain you forever! It comes off as nice, as you would never be bored for another second of your life. Well, reality differs from that. Some jokes are not exactly jokes, and you found that out the hard way.

Your current situation is bad enough, but your regret worsens when you know you could have avoided this entirely. If only you had not strayed from your friends. Instead, you chose to abandon the inn they took place in, too eager to advance further up the path.

In hindsight, skipping straight into a beast's territory is a dumb idea, but you had the audacity, like Gingerbrave did. Though, you did not live up to it.

You found yourself trapped in the loops of the spire, and you were on the brink of death when encountering one enemy after another. To your rescue, Shadow Milk Cookie took the time out of his day to come see what all the ruckus was about.

That marks the moment he locked eyes with you, a cookie all alone and obviously not his main target. Nonetheless, he plucked you from where you stood and took you elsewhere. Shadow Milk Cookie does not usually give one mercy, but something about you led him to do so. Perhaps it was the fight in your tone, even after appearing so pitiful.

Ever since then, you have kept a part in his group of liars. Or that is what you say to comfort yourself from the fact that the beast clearly favors you. You expected a brutal crumbling and assumed all of his teasing remarks along the way were to make things worse.

Yet you soon realized that your death was far from approaching. Shadow Milk Cookie seems to approve of keeping you. To enhance your experience at the tower, he tends to call you pet names that you feel inclined to brush off. It is hard to ignore them now, when it is clear he does not keep the same trait for his other assistants.

Shadow Milk Cookie refuses to explicitly state your relationship status, despite your constant pestering of the question. Why would he tell you what he wants with you? Seeing you in distress is much more entertaining, even though he knows very well that he has a little crush on you, and maybe revealing such would be better.

If you ceased your inquiries, it would not be difficult to guess your awaited answer. You have a personal room that he has formed, but it shifted into a shared one. He barges into your space too often to consider it your own.

The primary factor: Shadow Milk possesses a trait of being touchy. Overly so. Always his hand on your own or his arms wrapped around you. It would be appropriate to call you both one being at this point.

Regardless of all the hints of pure love that Shadow Milk Cookie has given you, you show no signs of reciprocation, which is clear enough to bug anyone. Do you not know it hurts to be rejected by the one you love? Why are you so stubborn? Stop fighting this.

To worsen matters for him, you save your attention for his admirers. He had caught you in the act, watching over another petty fight caused by Candy Apple Cookie that she inflicted on Black Sapphire. Your unlabeled lover does not see what you find so enjoyable in those two. Why hang around his underlings? Are they funny? Well, most of their tricks are learned from him! What is the point in staying around those newbies when he is right here?

Shadow Milk Cookie is jealous of few things, and the truth of Candy Apple and Black Sapphire contributing to those few things really ticks him off. And it is all over some cookie he willingly took in. You were not supposed to awaken such ugly emotions in him. You were planned to be a mere puppet, not his new fixation.

When confronted by the dramatic cookie, Black Sapphire Cookie was apologetic but also knowing. He did not expect his master to gain a romantic interest, but Shadow Milk Cookie is full of surprises. With that said, Black Sapphire is sure to stray from your path.

Candy Apple Cookie was mainly focused on showing her remorse for her actions. Her ally had to explain the truth behind their lord's questioning to her. All you need to understand is that you acquired a new rival.

You were hoping for salvation, but that all came to a pause when your one savior turned reclusive. It does not look like your state of affairs will be turning up for you anytime soon.

Shadow Milk Cookie enjoys the way the glimmer of hope in your eyes die. It would be best for you, and him, to accept the way things are. But hold no fear; he can be a very caring lover when he wants to be. Just behave to his liking, ok?

"Awwh, what's wrong, sweetie? Wanna go home? Well, too bad!"

જ⁀➴ ♡

[zevrra]

𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰?

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: pervy!jayce gets caught in the lab being anything but a golden boy, so you have to tease him just a little bit.

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𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: nsfw, fem!reader, pervy!jayce, lil bit of exhibitionism, jayce gets caught red handed being a perv, cunnilingus (oral f receiving), jayce is pathetic, reader tops jayce, clothed sex, foot-job, dirty talk, jayce makes a mess in his pants :3

𝐚/𝐧: part 2…hopefully soon…

Oh he was pathetic. It was just a jacket for fuck’s sake…but it was your jacket.

Jayce runs his fingers down along the hem of the lighter fabric, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he caresses the jacket. It had been forgotten in the after hours of the lab but there was no reason to worry; for now it was in his possession. Where he’d worship it, take such good care of if. Treat it as perfectly as he would treat you.

And while he knew better than to let this possessive, weaker side of himself slip out when he wasn’t at home; he couldn’t help it. Your jacket was right here, in his grasp, and wanted nothing but to have you. And it certainly did not help when the only thing he could smell was your intoxicating perfume clinging to the cloth, fueling his need even further.

He lifts the closest sleeve of the jacket to his face, pressing it directly into the side of his cheek where he blends into the fabric. He lets his mind imagine it as your hand touching him instead of the cool of the jacket. He smoothes the fabric across his lips, planting a kiss against what he imagines is your knuckles. His lips trail along the seam of your jacket sleeve, pressing kiss after kiss into your arm, until he reaches the collar.

God, how sweet would your skin taste? Would you moan his name? How wet could you get just from kissing and him absolutely desiring you?

“Fuck…this is bad.” Jayce whispers under his breath, feeling himself grow, tightening inside of his pants.

He presses the collar of the jacket around his nose, taking in the deepest breath that he could; practically inhaling the perfume you wore. He imagines pressing his nose right up against the curve of your neck, breathing in even deeper against your skin, while his hands run up along the curve of your back. With the jacket clasped in his grip he can almost completely imagine hugging around you, enveloping you entirely within his grasp; and it makes him so fucking hard. Thinking about the front of your body pressed directly against his own. Getting to feel your heart pound directly through your ribcage as he kisses you. Fuck, getting to touch you, feel every inch of your body; would you tremble beneath his hands? How hard would you grip his biceps when he slipped a hand down the front of your chest and touched between your thighs? His very creative imagination and the huff of every deep breath he took of your perfume, oh god it was a recipe for disaster.

“I know I shouldn’t…” He mutters into the empty room, as if he’s trying to talk himself out of doing what his mind so desperately wanted…but fuck if he wasn’t going to do what he wanted. So there he was, in the lab, sliding into the chair he normally sat in during the day, palming the front of his pants while every single little voice in his head told him it was a terrible, horrible idea. Of course he had done other…promiscuous things…to the thought of you but never in public. Never in the lab of all places; where he had just spent the entire day trying his best not to think about you, fearing he’d get hard.

God, he really, really was pathetic.

He moves to lay your jacket across his chest, keeping the collar curled up as close to his nose as he could, while his other hand travelled down his chest. He inhales that pretty perfume of yours into his lungs with every breath he takes, undoing the front of his pants and slipping his fingers right beneath the waistband of his underwear. His fingers curl around the thick of his stiff base, taking a deep breath at the same time his hand rises to the head of his cock, where Jayce groans heavily at his own touch. He bites his bottom lip as he daydreams about your hand wrapped around him instead. He couldn’t help but wonder how your fingers would feel rubbing over his head instead of his own. How soft they would be, how reactive he would be to your touch. Would you use your mouth? God, just the idea of it makes his hips jerk and his fingers stumble.

“Jayce?”

He could almost imagine how sweet your voice would be calling out his name. The breathless whine that would slip between your lips as your tongue tastes every inch of him and his name. He softly grunts at the thought of you sucking him off; how much could you take of his aching cock without crying while he tried his hardest not to fuck into the back of your throat.

“Uh…Jayce?”

The ring of his name this time was different…more real. Suddenly, Jayce is realizing he wouldn’t imagine you calling his name with such confusion. He quickly turns towards where your voice comes from. And when his eyes find you, standing in the doorway of the lab, he freezes like an animal caught in headlights.

You had cursed yourself for leaving behind your jacket. Halfway home and shivering, you almost gave up on going back for it but then you’d never hear the end of it from Jayce or Viktor. Getting scolded first thing in the morning about leaving your belongings around in the lab was not something you wanted so you had no choice. Halfway home, you unfortunately have to turn around and sneak your way back into the lab. But when you get back to the lab, strangely enough, the door is still unlocked. And what you find inside is Jayce Talis, Piltover’s golden boy, stretched out in his chair, gripping your jacket as close as he possibly can, as he strokes himself off.

At first you can’t even find the words to speak to get his attention. On one hand, you almost don’t want to say anything; too interested in how far he’d go or how long it would take him to notice you were standing, watching him as he committed this unholy act. Wondering what scene he was imagining in that moment that made him huff and groan the way he was. But on the other hand, he was certainly imagining you…and that was something you needed more detail about immediately.

“Jayce?” You call out, stepping closer to the chair he has seated himself in. When he doesn’t jump at your voice, you speak up once again. “Uh…Jayce?” This time, your voice shocks him back to reality.

Jayce turns to you, fear glistening in his pretty eyes, as he stares at you with his hand thoroughly shoved under his underwear and wrapped around himself. Your jacket lays coddled against his chest and nose—oh he was in deep. And all it did was make you smile.

He had been ignoring you for weeks now. Short, curt conversations; fleeing the lab whenever the opportunity arose. He avoided your gaze anytime the two of you were in the same room, staring at something else to keep himself busy. You assumed he had found out about your own feelings for him and was avoiding you at all costs but no…now you finally knew the reasoning behind it all.

“This! This isn’t! I’m so…I!” Jayce stammers, ripping his hand out of his pants and away from his body, attempting to cover himself while he also yanks the jacket away from his chest. He moves to stand but you plant a hand firmly on his shoulder and force him to stay in his seat.

You take the jacket out of his hand, tossing it over onto the desk adjacent to you. It wasn’t going to be of use anymore. “I would’ve never guessed that the Golden Boy of the council would be doing something so…scandalous.” You hum, a wide smile stretching across your lips.

Jayce stares up at you, a nervous flush stretching across his face. And he knows he could break free of your grip but why would he? You caught him, could blackmail him with whatever you wanted…but all he wanted was you. So why would he run away when he could get even the slightest bit of your attention. He’d just continue to turn red and be embarrassed about it; as if he didn’t enjoy it.

“What would they think of you?” You continue, sliding your hand along his shoulder before fiddling with the tie he wore every day. You tug the clothing item out from its usual position, twirling the red tie between your fingers. “All that money they give you to fund this lab and here you are jerking yourself off in it. How shameful.” You snicker, letting go of his tie. Watching with a smile as he struggles to defend himself but never attempts to hide the tightening in his boxers.

Oh, Jayce loved this.

Without another word, you lift yourself onto the top of the desk, curling a single finger to order Jayce to scoot closer to you; and he does without an ounce of hesitation. You slip out of your shoes before pressing a foot right up against the bulge in his underwear. You add just a little pressure and it makes Jayce groan.

“Jayce Talis the Pervert.” You nickname the large man who trembles under your touch. Moving the flat of your foot across the length of his shaft still hidden beneath his underwear. Even with him hiding inside of his boxers, you can clearly feel how big he is. You could clearly see it in comparison to your own foot snug up against him. Brains, brawn, and well endowed? Jayce just had it all. And you were lucky enough that he wanted no one but you.

“I’m not!” Jayce starts to speak up, to attempt to defend himself from any further embarrassment but it falters with another press of your foot against his aching cock.

You chuckle at the way he shivers and effectively shuts up with just a little pressure against his lower half. He tenses under your touch, gripping the chair with both hands while his gaze struggles to meet your own; too afraid to look you in the eye now. All that confidence of him touching himself inside the lab, where anyone could have found him, is all but completely gone now. He’s perfectly golden and obedient once more.

“Jayce.” Your voice rings out and he begrudgingly lifts his eyes to meet yours, eyelashes fluttering as he stares at you. “Tell me what you were thinking about and take off my pants.”

Jayce hesitates now, worry coloring his gaze as he glances up at you in an attempt to see if you were fooling him. But you stay silent, waiting for him to act and when he sees that you’re not joking, that he isn’t dreaming, his hands move to the front of your pants. He adjusts himself the best he can as he begins to remove them. “I was uh…thinking about…you...” Jayce whispers with an awkward laugh following as he yanks off your pants in a hurry. Like you might change your mind if he isn’t quick enough. “I was thinking about your touch and maybe where you would touch me if I ever got the chance to…be with…you.” He admits in a shameful tone.

You stifle a laugh at his embarrassment, pressing between his thighs once again and causing him to grunt. “Touching you like this?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow and you can feel him twitch beneath your toes.

He whines, bottom lip trembling. “Sorta…” He mutters, turning his gaze away from yours. “I imagined your fingers and your mouth…”

“Oh poor pervert Jayce, this isn’t enough for you?”

“No!” Jayce blurts out, scooting even closer in between your legs, forcing your foot to fully weigh down onto his shaft. “It’s good! Please, it's good.” He begs.

You smirk at his eagerness. Raising a hand to caress the side of his face where he melts into your touch. Probably another thing he’s craved for so long. You rub your thumb across the high of his cheekbone while his eyes stare up at you, begging, yearning, waiting for you to speak.

“On your knees.” You hum, scooting closer to the edge of the desk.

He falls immediately to his knees, adjusting himself as close as he can to you. His hands grip either side of your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles as he waits for more orders.

Your reposition your foot up against his twitching cock once again while he nuzzles his head between your thighs, right up against your knee. He draws his fingers against your skin, pretty eyes staring up at you. He soaks up every second with you. Finally getting to touch you and he was desperate to keep you. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” Jayce admits, pressing a kiss against your knee. “I’ve wanted you so badly…please let me have you now. Even though I’ve been bad, I know I can be a good boy for you.” He mumbles softly against your skin before trailing kisses up along your inner thigh, his own hips rolling forward into the flat of your foot. Grinding into your foot like the depraved man that he was. His pretty hazel eyes stare up at you, pleading, begging you to let him make you his; but you wouldn’t break, not yet. He’d have to prove himself first.

“How good?” You ask, running a hand through the waves of his hair, as you give him a soft smile.

A red blush stretches across his face as he glances from your eyes, trailing down to your core just inches away from his lips. “I’ll be so good.” Jayce mutters before he leans forward, pressing his lips directly into your cunt, right over your underwear. His gaze returns to lock with your own, staring up at you as he does. “Please,” He mutters, hot and heavy against your clit. “Let me touch you…I’m begging. I’ll be good…” Jayce whispers as he continues to press kiss after kiss right into the curve of your core. His hips jerk again to further grind himself into your foot as his fingers grip around your thighs. “Please…”

You can’t help but chuckle again at his eagerness, softly groaning as he presses a kiss flush against your clit once more. “No. Perverts don’t get what they want.” You respond with a soft laugh.

Jayce whines but continues to rut himself against your foot. Pretty eyes pleading up at you as he does so, placing another steamy kiss right over your panties. “Not a pervert…” He mutters in an attempt to save face.

“No? Jerking yourself off in public? While thinking about me and using my jacket? Tsk, tsk. What if someone from the council saw you, pervert.” You respond with a smile.

Jayce adverts your gaze then, focusing on only lapping between your thighs instead. Didn’t want you to see it in his eyes how not-so-perfect he’s been, even if he admits that he isn’t as golden as he seems.

“I bet it isn’t the first time either.” You hum, pressing your foot directly into his stiff cock and forcing him to shudder. “I’ve noticed you staying late at the lab, just assumed it was you doing some overtime but no. You were touching yourself weren’t you? Pervert.” You chuckle at his weak, pathetic whine that slips from his lips at your touch.

“Can’t help it…you’re just so perfect…” He whines before looking away in shame before continuing to mouth at your cunt and grind into your foot. But you knew better, he wasn’t as ashamed as he probably should have been; no, he was entirely aroused, could feel it in every twitch under your foot. Could even see it in the blush that flushed across his cheeks like a red river. Sure, he was embarrassed about being caught but it was almost like he wanted to be caught…he wanted you to know how deprived he was for you, especially now that he didn’t have to pretend or sneak around.

But you’d drag it out as long as you could, just to tease him just a little more. ”And I don’t even want to mention the clothes I’ve been missing.”

This time with a little more force and roughness, you press into his head with your foot. Causing Jayce to harshly gasp at your words and from the pressure on his cock. A deep moan echoes from within his chest at the accusation…the rightful accusation.

“‘M sorry!” Jayce huffs, tears jumping to the corners of his eyes. “I was going to return them, I swear!” He claims, once again trying to save his skin.

Although you truly doubted he had ever planned on returning your clothes and that they would forever be used for his pleasure. His only bonus is that now he didn’t have to steal your clothes unless you wanted him too. You chuckle again softly, running your fingers through his hair and giving it a sharp tug, forcing him to look up at you. “Doesn’t matter right now, be a good little pervert and make it up to me. Please me and don’t use your hands.” You order.

Jayce is far too eager to please. He huffs against your cunt, using his teeth to yank your panties to the side and pressing his mouth against your wet core. He grunts, nose flush to your body as he sucks harshly along your skin. His tongue lashes out, pushing through the slick folds of your pussy. His tongue moves to dance against your clit, relishing the way you suck a sharp breath through your teeth, before diving back in between your lips.

Keeping his hands rightfully out of the way, gripping your thighs just like you told him, and he moans at your taste. Jayce presses his tongue inside of you briefly before licking right back up to your clit. He rolls any spit off his tongue back onto your cunt, whimpering your name as he dives as deep as he can. He’s messy eating you out, tasting every inch and every drop of your slick that he can. His eyes practically roll into the back of his head as he finally gets something he’s been craving for weeks or even longer. He’s desperately lapping at your cunt like a man finally getting the first sip of water after weeks of dehydration. You wouldn’t have imagined how sloppy Jayce is, smearing every drop of slick and his spit along his chin as he eats you out. He’s grunting, moaning against your core while his hips continue to jerk forward; fucking his cock right up against the foot that still presses into him.

A sob breaks from your lips, instinctively your hand grips Jayce’s hair tighter. Your own hips jerking as his tongue wiggles against your clit. “Fuck. You’re good at this pervert…you’ve been daydreaming about it for so long haven’t you?” You moan, sucking in a sharp breath when Jayce sucks harsh against your core. You bite down on your bottom lip when he responds with a whimper of his own. “Wonder what else my little pervert has been daydreaming about.”

Jayce doesn’t answer though, just whines because he knows how perverted he truly has been. You could imagine how many countless dreams he’s had of you, touching you, tasting you, getting to fuck you to his hearts desire; waking up with morning wood, having to hide massive hard on’s when you two simply stood in the room together. You could imagine it all.

“Mmph…please.” Jayce finally breaks, leaning back ever so slightly, letting you see how messy he truly is. Where your slick dawns his face and smears across his lips. Sticks to his smooth, flushed face; so wet you can even see the strings of his saliva gleaming, still attached to your cunt. He doesn’t give you the chance to answer right away though, desperately lapping at your core again in an attempt to persuade you even further. His breath slips in and out quickly, ragged huffs of air as he moves his hips faster and faster. He grunts heavy against your cunt, sucking harshly on your clit, wild and chaotic as he seeks out his orgasm. His big eyes plead with you while his mouth is busy, begging to let him come.

“Ugh…” You groan, trying your hardest not to pant as badly as he was, fingers tightening in his hair. It was so hot. How desperate and pathetic he was that he was willing to get off on just your foot, just because that’s what you wanted. God, you’re so glad that you came back for your stupid jacket tonight or else you would never have known this side of Jayce. “Mhm, go ahead. A good boy like you deserves a reward.”

Jayce hiccups at your approval, because finally, his fingers move to grip around your calf where he lifts his entire body up to fully thrust against your foot. He eagerly ruts into you while attempting to place kisses along your thighs but it’s all too much for him to handle. He’s hunching over, a mix of your name and whimpers leave his lips as he reaches his high. His orgasm hits him, hard, causing him to shutter and tremble against the sole of your foot. You watch as his mouth falls open with a strangled sob as he cums inside his underwear and directly against your foot. And he doesn’t stop moving until he’s finished entirely with his orgasm. His entire body trembles as his head hangs low but he continues to keep his hands on your leg. Running his fingers up along your calf before kneading into the thick of your thigh to ground himself as he calms down from his orgasm.

When he’s spent, his hazel eyes are glancing up at your pretty face. Where he dawns a lopsided smile that matches the euphoric glint to his eyes.

“Please,” Jayce begins to beg again, his voice hoarse from his previous sobs. “Let me fuck you. I know I’ve been bad but please, I’ll fuck you so good…I’ll be so good...”

You smile, bitting down on your bottom lip to try and contain your giddiness. Not only did you have THE Jayce Talis, a man wanted by so many, getting off on your foot alone; here he was, on his knees, begging to fuck you. You move the hand tangled in his hair down along his jaw, caressing his face once more. “Take the rest of your clothes off then. And you better keep your word, or I’ll have to tell everyone in Piltover what a pervert you are.” You respond. But no matter the threats, all Jayce could hear was that yes, he finally would get to feel you. No more imagining or stealing your clothing items to use for his fantasies. He could have you. And he didn’t care, or maybe didn’t even know, that you were even lying. Oh, lying through your teeth. You’d never tell another soul about this side of Jayce…it was for you, and only you.

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