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mingirn · 3 years ago

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holding you in places my sight can't reach

park seonghwa x reader

synopsis: you're hongjoongs sibling and have been in love with seonghwa for years. this chronicles the time following a night where you kiss seonghwa and blow him in his and your brothers room, following heartbreak and descent.

warnings: angst, pining, smut, melodramatic reader, making out, spit, fingering, penetrative sex, cum, first time, inexperienced reader, inexperienced seonghwa (but its up for interpretation), gender neutral reader, first time, loss of virginity, dirty talk, hickeys, slight corruption kink, fluff, friends to lovers, no condom is used, (ask if you want anything more tagged!)

word count: 11k

link to part 1

In hindsight, you don’t know what you really expected. The days that follow after the night between you and Seonghwa feel almost unreal, like you were just passing through, living on a suspended stay. The time you spent with Seonghwa feels like a purchase, something you’d paid for with your soul or your time, leaving you with numbered days. You know that what you had with Seonghwa came with a limit, and you wouldn’t get more than this.

When you had come home that night, after having sucked off the boy you had had a persistent crush on for years in his cramped bed, you didn’t want to wash the traces of him off of you. His fingers had been on your very skin, still lingering on you if you closed your eyes and fixed your mind on the sensation. His spit had coated your skin, licked by Seonghwas tongue, and it had dried into your neck. You sat for minutes next to the shower, fully dressed, just watching the water fall. The thought of washing off the only remainder of his touch on you felt like a punch to the gut. You had already begun the process of compartmentalizing everything, stuffing everything back into the box as if it had never been opened at all. And then, when you had pulled your shirt over your head to finally step in underneath the running water, you noticed a purple mark underneath your collarbone. In the shape of Seonghwas mouth a dark, purple bruise sat on your skin.

It must have escaped you, the moment that Seonghwa had sucked the mark onto your skin, even though you swear you can pinpoint it now. Running your fingers over it sent jolts through your body, reminding you instantly of how it had felt when Seonghwa had bit down on your skin. It just didn’t feel real, that he had meant to leave evidence of him on you. Though feasibly he hadn’t meant for it at all, and perhaps that’s why there was only one. One single bruise as evidence that he had even kissed you at all.

The hickey became your safeguard, still, pathetically enough. Like an old landline, it keeps you affixed to him, giving stark reminders of his teeth as they have been imprinted on your body. You bear through washing Seonghwas spit off of your neck, and for the next few days, you feel okay enough. The bruise, though fading, reminds you of Seonghwa enough that it satiates the inevitable crash you’re going to have when the borrowed time tips over and you’re left with the reality that he’s not yours. But again, you’ve known this. You’ve spent years in this truth, hidden him like a secret along with all the feelings. You hadn’t expected anything different.

You had still hoped though. That kind of sickly sweet hope that you used to have only as a child when the world still wasn’t cruel and unforgiving.

A week passes before you visit the boys again, and when you come over Seonghwa isn’t there. He’s not the only one missing, Jongho is also out somewhere. It still feels twistedly coincidental though, and a nagging voice at the back of your head tells you that Seonghwa is actively avoiding you. The voice grows louder, spitting insults at you that convince you of Seonghwas disdain for you. Perhaps he’d become disgusted, feeling like your friendship had been tainted after you had sucked him off. The voice tells you a lot of things, and it’s hard to not feel like they’re true.

You should be happy as you sit amongst your brothers' friends that have become as good as your family by now, but you don’t. Yunho offers you food at the dinner table and Wooyoung tries to engage you in a joke, but you still only feel sort of.. there. Your mind constantly drifts to Seonghwa, the memories of how his kisses had been and how his hands had felt on you. It’s like you’re hiding a dirty secret, sitting only feet away from your brother while you go through memories of how his best friend had tasted on your tongue. The hickey is still on your neck, hidden by your collar and fading into nothing now. It’s all debauched.

The first week after that night is mostly just spent by you grappling with yourself. It seems like a never-ending combat, the way you swing back and forth inside of your head. Thinking, feeling, aching for Seonghwa.

Seonghwa is your friend. He has been from the very start, ever since Hongjoong had come running home to tell your family about the new member for his trainee group. You still remember the shy Seonghwa that had spent dinners at your house, thanking your family quietly for the meals. You remember the first conversation you’d had with him by yourself, and how he had asked politely about your studies and your interests. Seonghwa has always been sweet. It’s almost to a fault some times, the way Seonghwas unwavering loyalty and kindness extends, and that’s exactly why you can’t blame him for the way he’d stolen your heart almost as soon as he walked through the door.

It’s also why you can’t blame him now. You want to be angry or sulky at the way he had left things, how he’d almost rushed you out of his room. The way he hadn’t texted you since, and the fact that he wasn’t here when you go to visit. It would be so easy to be mad, but you can’t. Seonghwa is your friend, maybe even your best friend amongst the band members, and you could never find it within you to spend even a second of anger at him.

That’s how you come to the conclusion that none of it can matter, not the mindblowing kisses or the first blowjob you’d ever given, it won’t matter in comparison to your friendship with Seonghwa. What matters in the end, is the fact that Seonghwa deserves a friend. A good friend, someone who will love and understand him and not spend time sulking over a stupid incident that probably doesn’t mean anything.

Your friendship becomes difficult when you don’t see Seonghwa for another full week after that. It’s been two weeks, and you’ve been at the dorm three times without ever meeting Seonghwa. Two weeks, a day, and 14 hours, but you’re not counting. You don’t have to, not when he has etched himself into you permanently. Your body keeps count, remembers how long it’s been since he had his hands on you and his tongue in your mouth, as if it had changed the very makeup of your DNA. It’s all so incredibly senseless, this head over heels childish love. Your skin feels like it buzzes at just the thought of Seonghwa, and when you sit next to Yeosang at the dorm speaking about their schedules you’re hyperaware of Hongjoong and Seonghwas room, just feet away. Within its walls you’d kissed Seonghwa breathless, gotten between his legs and made him cum with just your mouth. It feels fucking electrifying, having to wrestle with the memories of his cum in your mouth as you sit here, pretending like nothing.

It would be easier if he was here, sitting next to you and participating in the meaningless daily conversations. It would mean things were normal, that he could slot himself back into your life as your friend, your brothers' roommate, your buddy Seonghwa. That might be your undoing; the stark lack of him in your life.

It’s getting harder to keep pretending like you’re not completely swallowed up by Seonghwa, and one night it comes crashing down on you. San has invited you into his and Yunhos' room to play a game on Yunhos' console. For a while, it distracts you entirely. In fact, hanging out at the dorm with your brother and his friends is one of the only things that is able to distract you, as contradictory as that sounds. Even though you’re enveloped wholly by thoughts of Seonghwa there are always moments when the boys are able to make you laugh, able to make you forget.

”It’s a lot of fun hanging out with you, you know.” San tells you, suddenly, randomly. The gaming controller dangles in his hand, the least of his focus now as he looks over at you.

”San,” you smile. ”I have a lot of fun with you too.”

”We haven’t hung out like this in a while, have we?” he says.

For some reason, your throat feels suddenly dry. You know you’ve been wrapped up in the Seonghwa of it all, pining and pondering for the last two weeks, but you didn’t fully realize that your distance had been obvious. You had become so expertly good at hiding your feelings for Seonghwa the past years, if suppressing romantic feelings was an Olympic sport you’d have shelves to fill with the gold you’d win. It’s just like Seonghwa to send you unraveling, just when you’ve managed to hide all the evidence of his effect on you entirely.

”I guess we haven’t, I’m sorry about that.” you mumble, averting your eyes from Sans for just a moment. The TV still glows brightly on the paused screen, casting shadows over San.

”It’s okay, but I miss you, you know.” San reaches over, bumping his closed fist into the side of your leg as a teasing jab. ”I know you like to spend as much time with your brother as possible. And I know you’re closer to Seonghwa than with us. But we still want time with you too, okay? You’re family to us too.”

”Of course, San. But, I’m not closer to Seonghwa. I like all of you equally, I wouldn’t pick favorites.”

San makes a ludicrous gasp, theatrical and overplayed. ”Liar. Don’t let Seonghwa hear that, he’s gonna start crying. He thinks he’s your favorite.”

You can’t tell if San is just being San, telling the kind of dumb jokes he likes to tell in order to make his friends nervous.

A moment of silence passes, one where you contemplate what to say next. Nothing really feels right, everything feels like a cheap lie and you hate lying to San, hate lying to people overall. Most of all, your heart feels like it’s being wrung out by long slender fingers, faceless but belonging to Seonghwa. It’s so stupid, absolutely idiotic - the grasp that he’s got on you.

”It’s okay, you know. If you’re closer to Seonghwa.” San speaks then, when you still haven’t said anything. He pauses, flattening his hand over your knee to rub it comfortingly before he speaks again. ”It’s okay if you like him.”

”What do you mean?” Your voice comes out accusatory, sharp and striking but San doesn’t waver.

”Well, I just.. assumed. It seems like you guys like each other.” San looks puzzled. His hand is still stroking over your leg, and maybe that’s the only thing keeping you sane.

It seems like you guys like each other. You like him, that much is obvious, has been obvious for years. Your love for Seonghwa is self-evident, blatant, smack-in-the-face levels of obvious, even with the years you’ve spent locking him into an imaginary box. It would be foolish of you to think others wouldn’t have noticed your wandering stares, loud giggles or the way you sought him out. For your part, you love him, wholeheartedly. But Sans words don’t account for your love solely, he implies that Seonghwa is right there with you, returning your feelings.

”What makes you think he likes me back?” you say. It’s the only confession San will get, your implying admission that you like Seonghwa. Sans face kind of falls when you say this, eyebrows dropping in sad concern when you only adress one half of his statement. The hand he’s got placed on your knee squeezes.

”I just- I don’t know, I thought it was obvious.” San says. ”He hasn’t said anything to me, if that’s what you’re wondering. I just assumed from how the two of you act.”

Silence falls over the room again. San is patient and kind, waiting for you to speak and continuing to rub his hand over you to make sure you know he’s there. It tugs at your heart for some reason, knowing that he’s just here. Kind, beautiful, loving San who you’ve neglected for Seonghwa.

”San,” you mumble, voice just barely above a whisper. ”I sucked him off, a while ago.”

You don’t really know what possesses you to confess this. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve held onto anything to do with Seonghwa for so long. It’s unbearable, having to hide this way, and now that San has invited you to talk about it you can’t seem to stop. Seonghwa had unlocked your box that night when you two kissed, but its contents had been spilling out ever since. Or maybe, it’s the fact that you hadn’t seen Seonghwa for even a second since that night, and you’re losing your fucking mind.

”Forgive me, but, I had kind of assumed you guys had been doing that for a long time.” San says. God, you want to scoff, laugh, anything in order to hide this stupid shame that comes along with your admission and subsequent revelations. It stabs at your heart to think that someone from the oustide would assume you and Seonghwa had been doing these sorts of things when you hurt with the knowledge that you couldn’t even have him fully for even one night.

”No, it just happened once. Hongjoong left and we were hanging out and Seonghwa just kissed me. And one thing led to another…” your eyes sting a little, but you can’t cry. You’ve shed enough tears over Seonghwa these pasts two weeks that you’ve got nothing left to cry.

”Did he-” San backtracks, changing the trajectory when he realized the denunciative implication of his words. ”I mean, was it not good?”

”It was good, he was good. He was nice to me.” you say. ”It’s just- it didn’t mean the same to him as it did for me.”

You suck in a shaky breath and focus on the way San has put more pressure on your leg, still stroking reassuringly. This kind, brotherly, loyal friend of yours. It hurts, the fact that San is so kind of you, comforting you through the fact that his friend doesn’t love you. If only you had loved Seonghwa the way you love San, or Mingi, or Wooyoung.

”Did he tell you that?” San asks. He pulls you into his side now, wrapping his arm around you and letting you hide in his neck.

”No, he didn’t say anything like that. But it was just obvious, you know. He let me leave, he hasn’t talked to me since, hell- he’s not even here when I come to visit. He wants to pretend like nothing happened.” Wants to pretend like you don’t even exist, a mean voice in the back of your head tells you. ”And I kept comparing myself to other people he’s been with. I just.. I don’t stand a chance. I’m just his brothers' friend, and gave him a stupid, fumbling blowjob. He’s not gonna want someone like me, I get that.”

”Seonghwa has never dated anyone.” San says it simply, as if it’s something clear to you.

”What?”

”He hasn’t. Not in all the years I’ve known him, and Wooyoung has tried to pry. Seonghwa hasn’t been with any others.”

And well, that’s.. something. You’ve known Seonghwa as long as San has, and it’s true that you’ve never seen him date anyone but you had just kind of assumed that he still did, just away from you. You’d be a fumbling idiot to not assume that someone as sweet, charming and handsome as Seonghwa wouldn’t have been dating. You’d always presumed you hadn’t been close enough to him to know of his romantic, or sexual, history. It seemed much more logical in your mind that he would share these sorts of things with the boys, but just because you weren’t privy to it didn’t mean that Seonghwa had never dated. But, an assumption is just an assumption and you had been wrong.

”It’s possible he’s just never told me, but I doubt that.” San continues. ”I don’t know if it changes things for you to know that, but as his friend... I don’t think Seonghwa is the type of guy to have meaningless sex.”

Sans words hold a lot of hidden meaning, you know that. There’s that insinuation, that if Seonghwa hasn’t dated before then there’s a chance you’re his first too. It’s something you don’t want to let yourself think about, the possibility that you had been granted something so personal by him, that he had kissed and touched you and you only. It’s not a guarantee, you’re aware of that; Seonghwa could still have had hookups or even a secret relationship that the boys didn’t know about. After all, weren’t you exactly that; his secret?

”Just talk to him, yeah? You’re gonna be okay.” San coos, pressing his lips into the side of your head. You try your best to believe him.

Having confessed your feelings to San does little to quell your unsteady heart, but it alleviates you for a while. Things feel a little bit easier afterward, now that you don’t have to carry this secret alone. One thing San can’t fix though is the way Seonghwa is still missing from your life.

Loving Seonghwa quietly had been an art you’d mastered, and you’ve just been taken out of practice, that’s it. The blowjob and the jarring confession to San had only been an interruption of the craft you’d so carefully spent years coaxing into automatic, self-sustaining machinery. You just need to put the pieces back together, quiet down all the internal turmoil.

It’s not so easy though, with Seonghwa missing from your life. It’s not like you live concurrent lives, it’s not as if he has to go through extensive measures to avoid you, he’s busy with work, and so are you. You and Seonghwa already have limited amounts of hours together, you’d had that even before all this. It’s hard to fit a busy idol into the life of someone as common as you. It makes it all sting so much worse, the knowledge that he’s making sure you’re not meeting him, even though it was a rare occurrence before. He’s your best fucking friend and it was hard to spend time with him before this just due to the consequences of his career, but he’s taking it one step further by intentionally avoiding you. Seonghwa had been finite even before this, but now that he’s avoiding you things smack even sharper. How are you supposed to back to your normal routine of silently loving him when he’s disrupted all normalcy entirely?

You miss him like he is a missing part of you, as if he’d taken limbs and organs with him when he left. As if he’d snatched the breath right out of your lungs and he’s keeping it hostage until he’s graciously going to grant you it again. And Seonghwa, does he even miss you at all? Sans words still ring in your head- they have ever since he’d said them, echoing hauntingly with ’I don’t think Seonghwa is the type of guy to have meaningless sex’. But Seonghwa also isn’t the type of guy to ignore his friends. He isn’t the type to kiss his best friends' sibling, not the type to let someone give him quick head and ditch right after. Who’s to say for sure what type of person Seonghwa is now that he’s turned your entire world upside down? What sort of perspective are you left with, but the ruthless turning and twisting of everything you’d ever known?

But you’re fine, you’ve got to be. Life goes on even when Seonghwa isn’t in it. Your heart won’t stop breaking just because he’s not there, it’s not like he’d pick it back up and mend it for you even if he was speaking to you.

Until one day, when Hongjoong has taken you out for dinner and convinces you to come back home with him for a while. The boys miss you so much, he says, even though you met them all just three days ago. But it’s always so much fun with you around, he pouts, and Seonghwa is home, he hasn’t seen you in so long and keeps asking about you. It feels like a lie when the words come out of Hongjoongs mouth, but you don’t understand what reason your brother could possibly have for lying to you. He wouldn’t. Especially about this - Seonghwa and you - he knew nothing of it, so why would he lie? He’s just your caring, loving brother.

And so, you comply, of course. You let Hongjoong drag you home and you put on a smile when he talks your ear off about his latest track as you enter the dorms. You fight all urges to ask him what exactly Seonghwa had been saying about you, just shutting your mouth and following suit as Hongjoong undresses from his outerwear. It should hardly be a surprise to anyone that you’re here for a visit, but you’re greeted by a happy, bouncy Wooyoung who pulls you into a hug nonetheless. When you kick your shoes off you find yourself putting them away, tucking them neatly onto the little shoe rack, with Seonghwas scolding voice in the back of your head notifying you to be more cleanly. It’s just one of the many ways he’s sneaked himself into your life, affected your being.

Seonghwa isn’t in the kitchen when you enter. Not in the living room either, and not wandering the halls. He must be in his room, but there is no way you’re going to go rushing there, you’re absolutely not going to seek him out first when he has spent the last weeks ignoring you. It’s petty and childish, but you have to grant yourself this single moment of being headstrong. Wooyoung manages to wrap you up in a conversation about a radio show they went on a couple of days ago and telling you all about how Yunho had lost a mission. The rest of the boys start to pool on out, joining you and Wooyoung on the couch.

You’re thankful when Hongjoong takes the initiative to start a movie. The distraction is happily welcomed, for as much as you love speaking to the boys it gets overwhelming when it’s like this, everyone gathered in the same spot. Well, everyone but Seonghwa. You don’t want to waste time being disappointed in him, but you can’t help the way it creeps up on you. The movie stands still on the paused screen, waiting for Yunho and San to come back from the kitchen with popcorn, and you sit quietly. The sadness feels choking, like it has a tight grip held around your throat and you can’t help the way you have to flick your eyes around, seeking any excuse or distraction to not burst out into tears right then and there. Your eyes fall on Hongjoong, curled up on the end of the couch, fishing his phone up from his pocket and about to start typing something when he looks up, in your direction but just barely beyond you. And then-

”Hi.”

You feel him before you see him. The way he sinks down onto the couch next to you, occupying the small space left where Wooyoung had just sat. You feel his warmth, radiating and comforting, and then his smell.

”Hey.” Your voice comes out a lot more quiet than you wanted it to, something just above a whisper. You feel so pathetic and small, and your heart beats so heavy and fast that you can feel it all throughout your body. You just hope Seonghwa doesn’t notice, hopefully, he can’t tell the way your heart is beating comically and animatedly loud in your chest.

He’s already smiling when you look over at him, face only inches away from yours with how close he’s sitting. One of those shy, hesitant smiles Seonghwa so often sports. It could be your overactive and reactive brain reeling from having been away from him for so long, but Seonghwa looks more beautiful than ever when you take him in. You’ve avoided even looking at their activities, closing your app every time a fancam of Seonghwa had appeared on your feed over the past two weeks, and you’ve managed to miss that he’s gotten his hair dyed. It’s black now, laying unstyled across his forehead, and it’s a little shorter than last time. He’s so pretty it makes your fucking head spin, sends you unraveling with nothing except just the way his eyes look down at you.

”What are we watching?” he asks you, flicking his eyes to the TV once.

”Uh,” you pause. ”Honestly, I don’t know. Hongjoong picked it out.”

Seonghwa cracks another smile at that, tilted and suggestive. ”Ah. So nothing good then?”

”Well..” you chuckle, looking away from him. You try focusing your eyes on the TV again, or anything other than him really, but they fall back down on him. His thigh is pressed up against yours and his hand rests just above his knee, pinky finger stretching all the way out to be gracing your own leg. Quickly, you look back up. You clear your throat, ”I wouldn’t be so decisive. He might surprise us one day you know. He dropped the minion thing eventually, didn’t he?”

This elicits a full laugh from Seonghwa, and he nods along in agreement. ”Thank god for that. I got really tired of those plushies being all over our room.”

It’s easy. Seonghwa slips into conversation with you like it’s nothing, as if the past weeks hadn’t happened at all. You want to feel relief, after all, you’ve spent days now just wishing Seonghwa would make things normal with you again, and he has just granted you that. But you can’t, you have to push away the relief and accept that this is just another thing that doesn’t mean anything. Seonghwa simply talking to you means nothing in the grand scheme of things, it bears no meaning in your relationship (if you’re allowed to call it that) and it shouldn’t leave you feeling like this. It’s simply ordinary. It has to be, in order for you to go on.

Simple, it turns out, isn’t any easier than Seonghwas silence. It has been unbearable to be apart from him, and the mindnumbing quiet that had followed after that night had left you with nothing but your own hurtful thoughts, and that had been awful by itself. It had been that kind of violent silence that only sends daggers deeper in your heart, that twists itself further in and bleeds you dry. You had felt like you had nothing left to give, you had thought about every avenue and constructed a dozen plans to help you regain normalcy and move on. Seonghwa wrecks all this when he comes back into your life. His presence bulldozes everything you’ve built up in your head these past weeks, and you’re left to start all over again.

At least he starts texting you again. It’s not frequent texting, not as often as before but he still sends small meaningless texts about his days, and he asks you about yours. Sometimes he even sends stupid little pictures, most often of your brother or San and Wooyoung, and you find yourself zooming in on Seonghwa in the pictures. Stupid, foolish you. You’re right back where you’d first started, right when you had just fallen in love with him and smiled each time his name popped up in your phone.

When you come around to the dorms Seonghwa isn’t avoiding you, but he doesn’t really seek you out either. You hang out in his and Hongjoongs room sometimes, but for the most part, you share casual conversations with him over food and with the other boys involved. It’s just the type of unmeaning, simplistic and undemanding thing Seonghwa is able to instill so effortlessly. Like nothing had happened. Not the blowjob, not the weeks spent avoiding you, and least of all the purposeful way he is intending to never talk about it at all.

But you- there is so much you want to say. You had thought about every single word and every possible scenario for the conversation you wish you could have with him. You had even imagined every plausible reaction from Seonghwa, you’d imagined every gut wrenching thing he’d possibly say. You’d tortured yourself with the mental images of his rejection, the way his face would fall at your confession and how his voice would waver when he’d tell you he didn’t feel the same.

But it’s hard to regret that night. In the light of his eventual rejection, you still cannot find it within yourself to think back on that night with regret. It should hurt you more than it does, this push and pull back and forth that tugs on your heart over and over until you’ve got nothing left to give. It should be unyielding, the assaults on your feelings, yet it’s not. Seonghwa makes it good, makes it not hurt as much as it should. You still love him, even with this newly instilled distance. You still ache and yearn from him, still revel in the memory of his lips on yours and his voice in your ear. There are times when it doesn’t hurt at all. Times, late at night, where you recall the way Seonghwas hand had wrapped around your neck to pull you close and when you slide your hand inside of your pants to the memories you don’t feel bad at all.

So things return to regular operation after that. Seonghwa is talking to you again, and you’re able to spend time together without much trouble. Time also passes on and you’re busy, wrapped up in schoolwork as fall begins and winter is foreseeable in the distance. You have to prepare for finals and your time is taken up by that. School doesn’t yield just because you’re going through the most confusing and discombobulating heartbreak of your life, so you have to force yourself through class and assignments. It’s always a gladly received distraction to walk on campus and know that you’ve got hours ahead of you where you can’t think about Seonghwa and the unsteady relationship you share.

Your life, compared to your brothers, is relentlessly boring. You live a steady routine; waking up, eating breakfast, dressing and leaving for school, six hours of classes, returning home, cooking dinner, watching Netflix, the occasional shower, studying, brushing your teeth, and going to bed. It's just that kind of meaningless, steadfast life you need to keep you sane. You yearn for more though, you always have.

But not like this. Your regular daily routine is broken when you wake up from the shrill sound of your doorbell. The alarm clock on your nightstand shines brightly into your unadjusted eyes when you startle awake from the sound. 00:34, it reads, and you're almost tired enough to roll over and ignore it, but then it rings again. Your doorbell never rings, not even during the day, except for that one time when some dude down the hall had asked you if you had stolen his mail. So, this is out of routine, and though you don't really feel excited by the prospect of a strange person frantically ringing your doorbell in the middle of the night you still drag yourself out of bed. You tiptoe on out to the hallway, quietly, and pathetically enough you can feel your heart beat loudly in your chest when the bell rings yet again. You're still exhausted, riddled by sleep, and you have to squeeze your eyes in order to be able to see anything when you look through the peephole. The hallway is dimly lit, and the lens of the peephole distorts the view, but you recognize the black tousled hair right away.

Seonghwa stands outside your door.

You unlock it, fumbling lazily with the lock as your body rushes through the motions of waking up. Seonghwa breathes out a sigh of relief when you swing the door open. He's breathing heavily and his hair is windblown, just as disheveled as his clothes. He looks messy, at least by Seonghwa standards, and the sight makes you want to sweep him up and care for him.

”Seonghwa?” you clammer, and the words that come after stumble out of your mouth. ”What are you doing? It’s past midnight, how- how did you get here? Are you hurt?”

It’s automatic, the step you take backward to make space for Seonghwa to step inside. Your body always moves out of its own free will around him, always more than ready to invite him in. But Seonghwa remains steadfast where he’s standing, still windswept and breathing from having run up the stairs to your little apartment.

”I walked here.” he says. It’s clear that he didn’t intend on saying that, because his face falls into some kind of exasperated disappointment but he isn’t able to make a good attempt at completing the statement. He seems stuck, just opening his mouth to speak before shutting it again.

”You walked?” you question. ”It’s almost two miles here. And it’s midnight.”

”Well, I-” the words run out of his mouth again, fading into nothing as he continues to just think. Stuck in his head. ”I had to see you, I guess.”

”Then come in.”

He meets your eyes now. Seonghwas eyes are glossy, misted over in something that you can’t place. He looks so vulnerable like this.

”I want to,” he begins, and he swallows down a choked sound before he blinks away a tear. ”I need to know that I’m allowed. I pushed you away for these past weeks and I can’t just- I can’t just push back in. Can you- do you- am I allowed?”

There is a hidden meaning in his words, a question he won’t ask hiding behind it all and hanging heavy and thick in the air; do you forgive me?

”Seonghwa, yes. Yes.” The words are breathless, almost gaspy, as they leave your mouth. It’s all Seonghwa needs to hear to step inside your apartment and at once it’s like it all just snaps. The weeks spent apart, the silent tension and the unspoken words - all the minutes that have passed since your mouths were last on each other, all of it just snaps into a kaleidoscope of feelings, and then Seonghwas mouth is on yours.

Seonghwas lips are cold and raw as they meld against yours and so are his hands once they come up to hold your jaw, but none of it matters when his touch alone ignites fires underneath your skin. Seonghwa, smart and careful, manages to shut your door behind him to shield yourselves away. You’re unable to even think about careful measures at this moment when Seonghwas tongue is swiping across your lip, you’ve spent literal weeks thinking about the way his tongue had felt in your mouth and now that it’s reality again you wouldn’t care if the whole building was here to watch. You’d love it if they did, so you could show Seonghwa off to anyone who’d dare to watch.

Seonghwa still kisses with so much tongue. It’s almost impossible to think of anything other than his hot saliva in your mouth and the way he rolls his tongue against yours, and perhaps it’d be disgusting if it was anyone but him. You want this though - would happily let him pry your mouth open with his fingers and spit onto your willing tongue, only to pump it back in with his own. While you’re all too wrapped up in him, Seonghwa takes control and guides your hands up to his chest. His coat is still on, and with the gentle push of his hands on yours he conveys easily what it is he wants you to do. You tear the coat off of him, pulling it off of his arms and letting it fall somewhere on the floor.

Seonghwa doesn’t break away for even a second, not until you have to gasp for breath, and then he continues to kiss his way down your jaw. Your eyes flit open for just a moment and you recognize the sight of your bedroom door to which you realize Seonghwa has been meaningly directing you further into the apartment, towards your bedroom. Your head spins at the knowledge that he knows the layout of your apartment. He hasn’t been here much, you haven’t even lived here for long and you’d always hang out at the bands' dorm, but the few times Seonghwa had visited had been enough for him to permanently etch the memory into his head and he’s able to guide you through the apartment as if he knows it better than you do. Memories come back of how you’d felt like a thoughtless doll during the last time you’d kissed him, and it’s much the same now. Seonghwa is able to make you go lax with nothing but his tongue against yours and his lips gracing down your neck, he works you open and pliant just like he’s manipulating a marionette doll. Your head fucking whirls, feeling completely at his mercy.

”I need you to know,” he starts, and in the same breath he’s pushing open the door to your bedroom. ”- that I’ve been thinking about you ever since that night.”

Seonghwa guides you into your bedroom, keeping you impossibly close as he walks you back to your bed. His breath fans your face as he speaks and for some reason you find yourself opening your mouth, sucking his breath into your lungs. You want to be filled by him - utterly and totally.

”Did you ever think of me? Of that night?” he asks. He’s quiet, his voice is deep and gentle just like it had been the last time you’d kissed, but there’s a hidden tone of desperation.

”Y-yeah. I thought about you a lot, it’s- you’d probably find it pathetic.”

It’s true, but it’s not exactly what you’d intended to say. You don’t want the confessions to keep rolling out of you, you can’t just bare it all out after just some kissing.

Seonghwa doesn’t seem to mind though. He smiles, almost a sadistic and knowing smile that makes you feel like you’ve been splayed out in front of him. Exposed, just for him to watch and play with.

”Really? You thought about me that much?” he says, and you nod. ”Did you touch yourself too, while you were thinking of me?”

”Hwa..” you squirm under his hands, twisting and turning in order to avoid his eyes. You sink down on the bed, turning your head down but Seonghwa only steps closer. He stands above you, threateningly and intimidatingly. Then he cards his hand through your hair and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him.

”Tell me. Did you touch yourself?” His voice is so quiet, barely above a whisper. It sends chills down your spine, jolts electricity throughout your entire body with the way he sounds so seductive.

”Yeah.” you admit then, averting your eyes once more. You expect him to laugh, maybe scoff or snort before he goes right into teasing you for being so desperate. But instead he guides you down onto the bed, gently but with clear intent, and within seconds he’s hiked you up further on the bed and he’s hovering above you.

His breath hits your face again, and then he’s firmly pressing his lips against yours.

”I thought about you too. A lot.” he breathes out against your mouth. ”If anyone here should be embarrassed it should be me. I wish I could have repaid you.”

It’s much like last time, like when Seonghwa had lingered above you and pressed kisses into every spot he could reach. But this time he’s speaking, giving you confessions and secrets and making it known he wants you. Here, in your private apartment, you can be loud. Here, is also more than just the place. Here, is the moment in time when Seonghwa finally allows himself to be honest - with you and himself.

”But.. if you want, I’d love to do it now.” Seonghwa says. ”Repay you, or more, or whatever you want. Just- I want to make you feel good.”

His hand plays with your hair as he says it, twirling the end of a strand of hair between two of his fingers. For as confident and sure of himself as he can be, Seonghwa seems nervous now. He looks at you, just watching as if he’s searching for any kind of hesitance or resistance on your face. You know it’s futile because you’ve always looked back on Seonghwa with nothing but adoration and in this moment you think you love him deeper than ever before.

”I want you, Seonghwa.” you whisper back.

Your head feels like it's spinning, on a joyride from all the exhilaration and confusion and you’re scared that you’ll wake up any moment now and find yourself back in that reality where Seonghwa is ignoring you or keeping his distance. But he hushes you with his kisses, he quiets your mind at an instant when he leans back down and kisses you again.

He’s more gentle this time, but still pressing intently at your bottom lip to ask for entrance. At the same time, his hands begin to travel down your body, caressing and feeling everywhere he can.

”I thought about you so fucking much,” he says, kissing down your neck. ”All the time. Kept thinking about your lips wrapped around me. Even when your brother was in the room, I just thought about how good your mouth felt.”

The words make you moan by nothing more than their admission, and you have to swallow down your dry throat to gain any bearing. It’s intoxicating and completely numbing having Seonghwa tell you just how badly he’s been wanting you as well. You feel your fingers clench around the material of his shirt, just grasping to try to steel yourself.

”Been thinking about fucking you for so long. Even before that night.” Seonghwa tells you, trailing kisses underneath your ear that sends shivers through your entire body.

He pulls away from you a little, enough to get space in between you two for him to tug at the hem of your shirt. You immediately arch your back for him, allowing him to hike the material up your body and then letting him pull it off of you entirely. Your own hands are grasping at his shirt too, tugging and hinting that you want it off but Seonghwa is far too impatient to let you undress him. Instead he just leans back, settling himself on your lap and pulling his shirt over his head.

”Shit,” he groans, looking down at you. He spreads his hands over your stomach as if he’s sizing you up and comparing you to his own measurements. He continues to feel upwards like he’s mapping out each little square of your body, as if he’s committed to memorizing every little inch of your skin. It makes you hold your breath for some reason. His hands splay out over your ribs, right above your lungs. You’d let him push down if he wanted to, you’d allow him to take the breath right out of you, anything for him if he just asked.

”I can’t believe how beautiful you are.” he murmurs, leaning down to press his mouth everywhere that his hands had just been. Your breath escapes you in a drawn-out, broken gasp when Seonghwas lips press down on your stomach. He kisses his way up your chest, stopping at a spot to suck a bruise into your skin.

”Wanna mark you,” he pauses in between licks and bites. ”Wanna make you mine.”

He sucks another two deep purple bruises onto your chest, one right where he had done it last time. He nips and licks at the skin and then he flattens his cold hand over the aching skin, soothing your pain. Your hands are fisting the sheets next to you, and when Seonghwa finally looks up at you again you pull him up to you, hands resting on each side of his face.

”Please,” you gasp out, breathless. ”Please, Seonghwa.”

”What, please? Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll give it to you.” Seonghwa says, dropping his forehead to yours.

”Fuck me, please.” you mumble. You can feel your eyes glaze over, overwhelmed by his proximity. Voicing your desires to him after such a long time makes you feel like you’re dreaming, as if you’re floating somewhere in a place that isn’t conscious. It’s too good to be true - Seonghwa, his hands on you, his lips against yours, his words, his own wish and desire to be with you as badly as you want to be with him.

”I’ll fuck you, sweetheart, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll take care of you.” he reassures you, dipping down to press a tender kiss to your lips.

He unbuttons your pants just as gently, and you help him discard the rest of his clothes too until you’re both naked. It feels jarring, to be naked for the first time in front of someone, and for it to be Seonghwa spikes your anxiety even further. It’s dark in your room, just like it had been when you’d gotten up a while ago to open the door in the middle of the night. The only light that illuminates the room is the street lights outside and your soft, glowing night lamp. You find yourself shrinking underneath him, curling up and covering yourself to gain any sense of privacy.

”Don’t cover up.” Seonghwa mumbles, sweet and affirming. ”You’re perfect, let me see you.”

You can see your night lamp reflected in his eyes when he looks down at you. That’s what does it for some reason; the illuminating and kind reminder that these soft eyes want to see you, every part of you. You wrap your arms around him instead, and the quiet gasp he tries to hold back when he’s able to look at you completely is rewarding.

”You’re so good for me.” he mumbles, curling his hand around your hip and squeezing the flesh. You can feel the warmth of his body, closing in and enveloping you as he drapes himself over you. You can feel him, hard and hot against your thigh. It draws a moan out of you that makes Seonghwa smile before he speaks again, ”So good. You want me to touch you? Will you be good for me?”

”I will, please, I’ll be good.” you whine, curling your arms around him tighter to bring him closer. He kisses you to calm you down, but nothing can steady you when you feel the way he twitches against the top of your thigh and the fact that he’s keeping his hips as still as possible to not rut against you.

Seonghwa moans into your mouth, starting to roam his hands over your body to explore while he continues to kiss you. He lets out these excited little noises, eager little ’hmf’s in between kisses as if this is all he wants to do, as if he’s waited all his life to be kissing and touching you like this. His hands are warm now and his slender fingers dip into every curve and run over every expanse of skin where he massages and kneads and works you until you feel like you’re melting into the mattress underneath.

And then, suddenly but carefully, you feel his hand dip between your legs. He pulls away, and he looks at you as if he could eat you alive.

”Can I?” he collects himself enough to ask but his eyes are still dark, boring into yours. You nod, eagerly and way too quickly but you couldn’t bear even a moment more of waiting.

His fingers, long and slender, make a few experimental strokes. Despite looking down at you with voracious eyes, as if he wants nothing more than to ruin you, he keeps his touch on you gentle and exploring. His fingers circle your most sensitive spots, then caress further to collect some of the wetness that has leaked out of you. He’s so careful, making sure to take his time to move his fingers all over to see what spots give him the best reaction from you. He presses his palm against you, rubbing and grinding down on you and you clench one hand around the blanket underneath you and the other one grasps at Seonghwas shoulder. Your nails dig into his skin, hard and desperately, and it must hurt Seonghwa but he still lets you. He lets you writhe in his grip, lets you drag your nails along his shoulders and he lets you buck your hips against his hand.

The fact Seonghwa just -the fact he wants to know you, the very soul of you, as if he’s dedicated to bare you open in front of him right now. Seonghwa isn’t just watching you, he’s looking. He sees you, like truly sees you and everything about you. It might be that foolishly naive feeling of ’fuck, you’re really about to lose your virginity' that causes you to believe every single action of his is laced with love and adoration, might just be some sick innocence in the light of something so monumental. But it feels like more than that, especially when Seonghwa seems thoroughly dedicated to work you pliant, and with the way he’s picking up on your most sensitive places seems like confirmation enough.

”Does it feel good?” he asks you, quietly. He doesn’t really have to ask, you know this and he probably knows it too, because your thighs are trembling at this point and you’ve started to let out fast little pants of breath.

”Yeah, f-feels really good, I want more.” you whimper, closing your eyes because if you keep looking at him right now you think you’ll cum on his hand right away.

”More?” he mumbles and leans down to kiss you while your eyes are still closed. It’s a fast, needy kiss and Seonghwa teeth grace over your bottom lip. ”Could I finger you?”

A gasping, breathy moan falls out of your mouth and you’re breathing out a ’yes, please’ before he’s even finished the sentence. When you open your eyes again Seonghwa is smiling sweetly. His hand moves further down and at first his knuckle graces against your hole, then his finger. His other hand rests beside your face, settled here because he’s still holding himself up above you, and his thumb rubs over your cheekbone to calm you down as he pushes his finger inside.

”Please,” you whine. At any other time you might be embarrassed but you’re so overwhelmed that all you can do is spread your legs further, making space for Seonghwa. ”You can do more, please.”

And maybe you should be embarrassed about this too, for already begging for more fingers inside of you. But you know you can take more, fuck - you’ve had enough practice with your own fingers to the thoughts of him, you know you can take more than this. You’ve had to be satisfied with just fantasies of Seonghwa for long enough, forced to accept your own fingers to the imagination that they’re his, and now that you finally have him you can’t wait any longer.

”You’re so good, aren’t you? So good for me.” Seonghwa smiles. He licks his tongue across his lips and for a second you want him to use his mouth on you, just scoot down on the bed and get you off with his tongue solely, but the thought is fleeting when Seonghwa raises his hand to spit onto his fingers.

He spreads his spit over your hole and presses two of his fingers against it, slowly, carefully. It’s torturous to wait like this, to be teased and restrained by Seonghwas unrelenting pace, but you also don’t want this to be over. Seonghwa makes it good, just the stretch of his two fingers feels so good, and he presses slow kisses into the side of your neck as he presses as deep inside as he can. You let out a shaky gasp when Seonghwa finally moves, pressing up into you before he starts pumping his fingers in and out. There's nothing strong or overwhelming about the way he works you open, just these careful pulls in and out as he leaves sloppy, wet kisses all over your neck. It's pathetic how quickly he gets you gasping, bucking down into his hand and arching up against him. And you can still feel his cock pressed against your thigh, resting there. He hasn't touched himself at all despite how hard he is, you can fucking feel precum leak onto your leg, but he keeps his focus on you. It's stupidly sweet, in a moment this corrupt, and your heart aches for him just as much as your core does.

"Seonghwa, please, I need you. Need you inside, please?" you mumble, feeling yourself clench around his fingers, sucking him in, as if his cock was already inside you. Desperate, needy.

"Fuck, really?" he murmurs, keeping his fingers still as he reads your face for any sort of hesitation. "I don't have a condom, I-"

"You don't need one. It's good like this, just - please, Hwa."

He rolls his hips against you in small movements, as if he's testing out the waters, seeing how worked up he's gotten, before he hisses out a moan and pulls his fingers out and settles between your legs. His fingers are still wet when he curls them around your thighs, bringing them up so he can slot himself underneath them to get as close as possible. It's gross, the way you feel your own slick and his spit smear across your thigh, but it's hard to really care when Seonghwas hips are pushing against the back of your thighs and his cock is close enough to your core that you can feel the way he twitches.

The same hand that was just inside of you reaches out to you, cupping just under your chin and Seonghwa speaks, "Spit."

You do, of course, spit into his open hand and ignore the way some of it drips at the corner of your mouth afterward. He spreads this spit over his own cock, wrapping his fingers around himself and giving a few slow strokes in order to coat himself in your spit. You can feel his eyes on you as he does this, he's staring at you and you know it, but you can only focus on the way he works his hand over himself. It's slow, it can't possibly feel satisfying after he's waited so long for any kind of stimulation, but just the simple sight of the way he touches himself is enough to make you feel like you could cum untouched if only you could watch him like this.

But, thankfully, finally, Seonghwa guides the tip of his cock towards your hole and by the time he's starting to push inside you feel like there's a livewire in your fucking veins. The stretch aches, but it doesn't hurt, yet Seonghwa pushes inside painfully slow to make sure you're able to withstand it. Or perhaps, because he wants to make sure you can feel every second of it, feel the way he twitches in his wake and feel the precum that dribbles as soon as he's halfway in.

You pull at his shoulders, ignoring the fact that you're probably hurting him by raking your nails over his skin, you just need him close right now and Seonghwa seems to understand what you want. He leans down, settling himself above you and then he captures your lips. At once, it's like all the air on earth has disappeared and the only way to get it is through Seonghwa. You feel floaty, unreal and fantastical as Seonghwa kisses you. He pulls your breath from you, swallows it up in all his kisses, and breathes it back into you.

You close your eyes when Seonghwa finally pulls his hips back and snaps forward, starting to finally fuck you properly. You can't kiss him anymore, your mouth just falls open and gasps for breaths. Seonghwa sucks your bottom lip into his mouth once, gracing his teeth along it before his head falls into the crook of your neck.

"You feel so good, fuck, you're so good." Seonghwa cusses. Your nails are digging into his back, you're probably going to leave marks and part of you fills with pride at that. Even if this is the only time this happens Seonghwa will be marked by you, he'll be reminded by you every time his shirt will brush against the welts, even if it's just for some time.

His hips keep snapping against you, deeply but carefully slow, like he's still holding back a little.

"Faster," you tell him, and it's embarrassing how fucked out your voice comes out, already. "Seonghwa, please."

"Yeah, yeah.. I've got you, baby," he murmurs. His hot breath hits your collarbone, and he leaves a wet kiss there before he rocks his hips faster. "I've got you, don't worry."

And finally, he moves his hips in a solid, fast pace. You can feel the way he pushes so deep inside, pressing up against that spot that makes you clench around him and makes your thighs shake. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him impossibly close so that he can keep hitting that spot deep inside and Seonghwa lets out a drawn out groan at the way you force him as deep as he can go. You're sure you're ruined for anyone else at this point (as if you weren't before - as if you haven't belonged to him since the moment he stepped foot in your life). You can feel every inch of him, you swear his heartbeat drums against your skin. Swear your own heartbeat synchs up.

You roll your hips up, meeting every thrust he makes. You feel feverishly warm, that type of sickly warmth that feels like fires have been lit underneath the barrier of your skin. His cock presses in just right that you can feel it fucking everywhere, feel it tingle in your damn fingertips.

Seonghwa lifts his head up from your neck now and rests his forehead against yours. His hand, having been resting on your hip, comes up to your own hand and he laces his fingers through yours and then searches frantically for your other hand so he can interlock that one too.

He's good, just - so good, fucks you so well. Every rock of his hips presses against that spot in you, rapidly adding to the build-up that's pooling deep in your stomach. His low pants and moans make you feel insane, and you find yourself purposefully clenching around him to get him to let out those higher whines. It's the hottest thing you've heard, far better than the last time in the dorm when he had tried to keep as quiet as he could, and much better than what your imagination had come up with over the years. He sounds desperate, just as fucked out as you are, and you hope he's getting close because it's getting harder to hold out with the way he's sounding.

"So good for me," he hisses, squeezing your hands in his. "Are you close?"

"Y-yeah, gonna come, soon, if you just keep going." you moan. It makes him pick up his pace just a little, just enough to build the pleasure without overwhelming you entirely.

"I'll make you cum, pretty baby. I've got you, you can cum whenever you want." he reassures you. His voice is trembling though, shaking with the steady approach of his own orgasm and that thought alone is enough to push you closer.

He's still fucking you, steadily in that punishing pace but not fast or hard enough to be rough. Just enough to make you feel it, to have you melting into him. It's not the fucking itself that has you coming undone, at least not solely, it's also the way he still has his hands interlocked with yours and the way his forehead leans against yours. It's possessive and needy, the way he keeps you so close and breathes his breath right into your lungs, the way he keeps you so near that you've got nowhere to go but closer to him.

He kisses you once more and it's a rough, passionate kiss that lasts as long as your ragged breaths will allow for.

"Want you to come for me," he heaves out, muffled against your lips. "Want you to come first, come on angel. I'm right here."

He grips your hands tighter, still keeping his grasp on them, and he pulls them above your head to pin them there. He has more leverage now, and Seonghwa pushes himself up just enough to be able to drive his hips in sharper, faster.

"Seonghwa, I'm- cumming, please-" you sob out. Seonghwa nods above you, whispers something you can't catch and drives his hips in hard one time and then you're cumming, hard and fast. The warmth that has pooled deep in your belly snaps at an instant and washes over you, flows throughout your body, makes your fucking legs shake around Seonghwa.

And Seonghwa moans out your name, loud enough that it rings through your head and etches itself into your very skull. You can feel it, the moment he comes inside of you. You feel the way his cum spurts out of him, filling you up inside. His hips stutter at the same time, fighting hard to keep their pace and make sure he rides you through your orgasm but it couldn't matter less to you. He's so beautiful when he comes, if that's a sane thought to have in this moment, he's just always so beautiful. You remember last time, when you had sucked him off, because you hadn't looked at him then, not when he had come. His mouth hangs open in a broken gasp, sucking in desperate breaths that turn into hisses, and he's looking back at you too.

He's still rocking his hips slowly when he leans down to kiss you. You can taste salty tears make their way into your kiss, only now noticing the fact that sobs are racking through your body in the aftermath of it all. Seonghwa drops himself down, draping himself over you as if he's the only thing keeping you secure.

God, it feels like forever and a lifetime until your body has finished cumming. Seonghwa stays inside you, despite the way you clench around him, and he moves his hands down to wrap around you, despite the way your body shakes with sobs. He just kisses you, presses gentle little pecks all over your face and moves down your neck to leave sloppy kisses there too. He just keeps kissing and mumbles sweet praise inbetween.

"So good," kiss, "- you were so good for me," kiss and "- don't cry, pretty baby, you did so good."

You don't want him to pull out, and it doesn't really seem like he wants to either, but eventually, he does. When you've stopped clinging onto him and when the sobs have started to quiet down Seonghwa carefully slides out and quiets down your whines with more kisses. He lays down next to you, grabs a hold of one of your hands and brings it up to his mouth. He presses sweet kisses against your knuckles, cooing at you as you calm down.

"Hey, there we go." he whispers once tears has stopped rolling down your cheeks. His voice is so quiet, raw and fucked out but purposefully whispering to keep the calm. Whispering as if it's just the two of you in the entire world, as if the words being spoken are the only ones that exist at all. "Was that okay?"

You don't really need to respond. You're sure Seonghwa already knows. You're certain the entire universe does. An unspoken truth, a cosmic reality. But, you swallow your tears still, tell him: "Yeah, more than okay."

Silence lays upon the room for a moment, just drapes over you two. His thumb rubs over your hand and he's just so - everything. In this moment, he is everything.

Seonghwa smiles then, presses one more kiss to your hand and then he speaks.

"I've always loved you, you know."

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a/n: seonghwa the type of dude to talk you through it :(

#ateez smut #ateez fluff #i might edit this later bc its sooo sloppy #[🗒] mine #[🗒] atz fics #[📎] seonghwa

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party-gilmore · 3 years ago

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This is still just a half formed thought but @pebblesrus got me thinking bout The Pool Scene and Eliot viewing his body/safety as something to physically exchange for that of others, combined with the commentary about how Eliot was counting the seconds Hardison was without air, like

There's still the thrum of angry tension stretching out from Hardison between them through the night, during Flores's call, on the way in and through the airport... Eliot isn't avoiding Hardison's angry gaze, but he's not seeking it out either. It burns under his skin, a hot coil of discomfort and the sinking sensation of having ruined something unless he manages to make things even.

At some point midflight, Hardison gets up to pace near the bar (because it might have been last minute, but he's NOT gonna make the team fly coach - even though he's still upset with Eliot and may have thought about it for a minute). Eliot follows a few seconds later and catches Hardison on the way back, quickly shoving him into the small lavatory and locking the door behind them.

"Man! What the hell! If you don't get your hands off me, I-"

"One minute, nineteen seconds." Hardison stops flailing against Eliot's grip around his wrists and just... stares, incredulous.

"...what?"

"You were without air for one minute, nineteen seconds."

"...you were counting." It feels a little like a question, although it isn't. Not really. Eliot's grim expression softens often imperceptibly. Hardison would've missed it if they weren't crammed so tightly in the small bathroom. Eliot answers the non-question anyway, voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"Course I was."

Hardison tumbles that around in his head for a bit. Of course Eliot was counting. Probably to know when it was too dangerous anymore to stay in character. Hardison knows how important it was to gain Moreau's trust at the time. In his head, he knows that. Knew it, even then. He was just... so afraid, at almost drowning, and angry at the secrets Eliot was keeping... but he was counting. He would've gone in for him, if he needed. Blown the whole damn thing.

Yeah the situation just sucked all the way around, sure, and yeah Alec's still a little pissed - why wouldn't he be! He's got the right! - but Eliot was counting. That means even though he'd had to put Hardison's life at risk, he was willing to risk even more - his own safety, the entire con - to pull him back out if needed. That was something, right? That was still-

-Hardison's too busy turning the pieces around in his own head to notice Eliot shifting his grip from Hardison's wrists to his hands. Tugging them closer. Pulling them up.

Alec snaps back to the present when his fingertips graze the warm, flushed skin of Eliot's neck.

"What-"

"One minute, nineteen seconds." Eliot suddenly presses Hardison's hands tight around his throat, guiding his thumbs to the appropriate hollows beneath his jaw.

"You... you can't be fucking serious!"

He tries to pull away, but Eliot's grip holds fast.

"Damnit Hardison," his growl comes rough, grating, as he puts pressure on his own windpipe through Hardison's palm. "You were right! Okay? I risked your life. For one minute and nineteen seconds. So that's what you get. Just... just do it, man! Get it over with, then we're even!"

"Even-... man, do you not realize how fucked up this is? I'm not... I'm not doing this!"

With a growl, Eliot tears his hands away from Hardison's, and Alec snatches his newly freed palms back to his chest. Eliot clearly wants to pace, but can't in the cramped room, so he settles with carding his fingers through his hair.

"Then what the fuck else do you want from me, man!" His voice already sounds ragged, even with how short of a time Hardison (or rather, Eliot by way of Hardison) was pressing around his throat.

"I just wanted you to be honest with us! With me!" Hardison slumps back against the far wall, anxiously rubbing his jaw as he tries to find the words. "Alright, look, I get it, what you had to do at the pool. I do. That doesn't mean my being upset about it is just gonna... go away!"

"I know that!"

Hardison flinches as Eliot slams his fist against the side wall. He knows the strike wasn't meant to be pointedly 'at' him, that in such a small space there's not a whole lot of room to safely lash out in when feeling cornered, but it was still too close to him for comfort. Eliot clocks the flinch, and for a moment the frustration on his face morphs into a clear expression of the guilt he's been masking since the pool.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't... fuck, I'm sorry," he pulls away, shrinking in on himself like he does on the grift, trying to consciously make himself seem smaller. "I just... I just don't want to have ruined us, man. Whatever is we've got... you and me, this team... I just wanna fix what I broke. I want us to be good."

"We are good, man," Hardison cautiously steps forward. He thinks to put a hand on Eliot's shoulder, but that's too close to his throat at the moment, so he goes for the outside of his arm instead. "You don't gotta... let me hurt you to make things even. That's... I don't know where the hell you learned that, but I don't like it. I'm not gonna do it. You just... you just gotta let me feel my feelings for a bit, okay? We'll get Moreau, and that'll feel fucking great, and have a little party, and everything will be fine. "

Eliot looks up at him and the ragged, raw desperation in his gaze about knocks Hardison back against the wall.

"...that's it?" Eliot's almost laughing, with a dry sarcastic bite behind his tone that makes him sound unhinged... well, more unhinged than usual. Although, he did just ask Hardison to choke him, so Alec figures we're not exactly working with the usual state of mind here.

"It's that easy, huh? You just... say we're good, and we're good?"

"Uh, yeah." Hardison shakes his head, tightening and loosening his grip on Eliot's arm in what he hopes is a soothing pattern. "That's how normal feelings work when somebody you care about pisses you off. You talk your shit out, it hurts for a bit while it heals up, then you're good. I don't know who fucking taught you you had to pay for-"

Oh. Oh but then it hits him. The dots finish connecting and he's looking down at Eliot, who's been strung tight and volatile as a clumsily stripped live wire ever since they closed in on Moreau, and in that moment Alec knows who taught him that.

He steps in close, carefully taking the back of Eliot's neck in a gentle grip, and ducks slightly to even out their gazes. Eliot’s whole body is tensed so hard he's almost shaking with it, but his eyes start to lose their sharp edge with Hardison's easy hold.

"I need you to hear me, Eliot. If I say we're good? Then we're good. No strings attached, no games, no doing any 'favors' for me first to prove any kind of loyalty or whatever. You know I don't play that shit. Yeah? You hearing me, man?"

Eliot's body starts to lose a bit of it's tension. A hesitant nod starts, but stops early. Hardison's seen Parker do that before, when she's too nervous to fully commit to a new idea even if she wants to, so he softens his tone and backs up a bit like he does with her.

"You hear me, babe?"

"I hear you," the reply is soft, almost embarrassed, and Eliot's eyes dart away. Hardison let's him go, indulging the gruff 'pretending to shake off the touch' Eliot does a second too late to be any kind of believable, and respectfully ignores the clearing of his throat and wiping at his eyes.

"We, uh..." Eliot turns to the door, fidgeting with the handle for a moment. "So, we'll talk. In San Lorenzo. When it's done?"

"When it's done."

Affirmation granted, Eliot darts out of the room. Hardison takes a few more minutes. Washes his face. Processes all the data thrown at him in the past few minutes as much as he can before filing it away for later. For 'when it's done.'

BONUS:

I feel like later, when they have their actual talk and Moreau is dealt with and both parties are a little more calm about it, Eliot is still like okay, I hear you, I understand that you don't need this to feel like we're square... but I do. Please.

And this time, knowing a little more of the whole story, Hardison is more comfortable accepting that like you know what, okay. If this is what you need, now that we've talked it out in a much less charged scenario and I can trust that you're in (more of) your right mind about this, okay. So long as you know I don't need this, that this is for you, and that if you need to stop early you swear you'll tell me.

Eliot probably rolls his eyes a bit at that like c'mon not even a full two minutes of getting choked out? He's had to go [absurd amount of time] without air in [equally absurd situation] in [obscure country], he'll be fine.

So Hardison sets a timer, and gently presses Eliot up against a wall, hands wrapping round his throat, Eliot's hands around his wrists - the deal is that he holds on for as long as he's good, if he let's go then so does Hardison - and he starts pressing in.

The whole scene is far softer and more intimate than either of them expected. They keep crazy intense but somehow still gentle eye contact almost the entire way through - the only exception being when Eliot's eyelids start to flutter a bit near the end, his grip loosening but not letting go - and when the time's up Eliot almost doesn't want Hardison to let go. He didn't even know that was a Thing for him. It had never been like that before, and like he said it's hardly his first time being choked... but something about trusting Hardison with that level of control... it makes him realize he maybe likes it a little too much. Putting his actual life in Hardison's hands in such a very physical, tangible way.

It kind of scares him, to be honest, how easily he'd be willing to let him do it again. And thinking about Hardison always leads to thinking about Parker, and thinking about Parker always leads to thinking about Parker's hands, and he realizes that he'd even trust "I hang off buildings by my fingertips" hand strength Parker to do it too... maybe even gets excited at the idea of it...

...and realizes he's well and truly screwed.

#eliot spencer #alec hardison #eliot spencer x alec hardison #precursor to the #leverage ot3 #Moreau's mindfuckery

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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I’m in a certain mood and I’ve had this simmering in the back of my head for a bit now so idk, enjoy? Shoutout to @raphaelsrightarm for inspiring me with their wonderful piece involving the purple boy himself as well.

Moments after a near death experience

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

TW: Blood, Violence, NSFW themes

He takes you up through the fire escape, it’s autopilot to be honest, because there’s still a slight ringing in his ears and you haven’t stopped shaking since he picked you up.

He forces the window open (he’ll fix it later) and gently pushes you in through it. You climb in and can’t seem to move when you stay on the floor, there’s blood caked onto your forearms, wounds aren’t even that bad.

Nothing truly compares to the damage Donatello is sporting.

His gear and bostaff clatter onto the hardwood floor and it’s the first time that he exhales since this whole ordeal. Bruises and cuts protest and there’s a trickle of blood trying to make its way into his eyeball. It dawns on him that his glasses didn’t make it when he feels that he’s squinted slightly more than usual. His bruised hands reach for you and he hauls you up onto your feet.

“Ar-Are you okay?” He feels the inside of his cheek, bitten down and cut from accidentally chomping down during a punch. You’re still shaking, it dissipates at the sound of his voice, Donnie’s words bring you back to right now and he’s running his hand across your face and sweaty hair.

He’s touching you.

Donnie blinks. All things considered, if that gang attack had gone differently, that wouldn’t be the case.

You’re warm, he’s touching you, you’re eyes find his own, he’s touching you.

There isn’t much hesitation, he’s leaning down enough to crash his lips to yours, it stings and hurts but he doesn’t care...

Because he’s touching you.

So much could’ve gone bad, so much could’ve gone worse but the mere contact of his lips to yours reminds him that all this isn’t for naught. He’s so focused on kissing you, molding his lips, pecking the corners of your mouth, your chin, your jaw.

You find yourself back in this moment, the texture of his hands grounding you and urging you. He’s here, he’s here with you and he’s kissing life into you quite literally so. You hold the back of his neck, nails digging into his scales, there’s blood there but it’s not his for there isn’t a wound. Feeling him engulf you in a hug, he picks you up and holds you against him. He’s been kissing you desperately, unsatisfied that he can’t keep his lips on you at all times. When Donnie feels your thighs clutching against his waist, when he feels your hands yank his mask off and try to unclip his suspenders; he becomes frantic.

A frantic need to feel just more than your life on his lips, but to feel everything of you surrounding him. He’s kicking off his boots, not caring that his ankle protest this hard movement, he leans back enough to help you tear at your shirt and cast elsewhere with his own belongings. He squats down with you and his strength never seizes to amaze you. You pull the blanket off the couch just as Donnie gives a firm shove to the coffee table. It’s a makeshift nest, just so your back doesn’t connect with the hard floor.

There’s more desperate kissing. More ‘I love you’s’ scattered against one another’s battered flesh. Donnie isn’t soft about it, he catches your wince when he rips down your jeans, sees bruises at your knee caps that he’ll kiss and heal himself but right now he want to consume you.

And you want him to consume you.

You’re breathing hard and fast and grabbing at him as he tries to push down his pants. His lips find a path from your navel to your neck, you smell of sweat and copper and something so very you that it guts him.

Because he gets to smell that, smell you, be wrapped up in all of you. Your eyes are watery from the stress of wanting him, nails digging in your haste to pull him closer. He rips your bra down the middle, casting the fabric to the side and rubs his face against the mounds, he exhales shakily. You feel those perfect hands cup your breasts, knead into the soft flesh and a moan filled with so much need uttered against your left breast it makes you arch up. Donnie sucks wantonly at your nipples, each one getting the proper amount of dedication, he feels the texture against his lips and tongue and the very fact that he gets to makes him unbearably hard.

Your hands find the edges of his shell, you scratch and rub and caress until he’s churring with a mouthful of your tit. “-in me please, please” Your mouth is dry, legs spread for him as you try to push his face away from your breast and towards your mouth again. With another unceremonious yank your underwear joins the rest of the clothes in the disarray of the living room. You’re lucky you’re wet because Donnie just thrusts in without warning, he feels heat and wetness and that choked gasp of a sound you make whenever he enters you. His hands nestle into you hair, fingertips at your scalp as he cradles your head. A whine escapes him on that secondary thrust, hard enough to make you grab onto him, any part of his. His arms, his sides, his thighs.

Just anything.

He’s so much bigger than you, sometimes all you can see or feel are those hard plates that make up his plastron, the texture feels so familiar in a time like this, against your cheek, lips to them and fingers working through. Donnie isn’t satisfied with how he holds you, he wants more, wants to inhale you and keep you inside of him forever. He settles for burying his face in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your rear when you lift your legs to better accommodate him. He rocks into you with slow but harsh thrust, his own thoughts to consume, conquer and copulate.

You wrap an arm around the back of his neck, the other onto his shell, you let him drive into you with every pent of need, greedily taking that energy for your own desire. Donnie stretches you so good, he fills you up almost maddening so, so deeply it could almost hurt but nothing compares to it. Tonight could’ve gone so differently, instead you’ve got him buried inside of you fucking away the fear of loss.

“Fuckin’...” He groans with a harsh thrust. “Love you!” His fingers dig into the plush skin of your rear, he’s rubbing against your clit so perfectly in this position. Feeling your walls give him a tight squeeze, he picks up the pace for the first time since he started and you’ve forgotten how to breath all over again. “Iloveyousomuch!” You moan out in a jumbled heap, you crane your neck, wheezing from the heat and feel of your approaching orgasm. Both your moans rise, yours consistent, his with every drive of his hips.

It’s desperate, dizzying, it hits you both at the same time without warning but the moment you tighten so stiffly and Donnie buries himself so much he’s glued to your navel, it’s chaos. You cry out, actual tears forming from the intensity and Donnie is so lost in how you milk him for every drop he continues to give small rough stutters to empty himself fully. There’s an awful cramp in your calf and toes, and every bruise from tonight throbs painfully but your insides are so warm with him, your pussy is full with him. Donnie’s sharp intake of breath makes him cough, as he trembles against you, he’s honest to god shaking much like he had during his first time with you.

You’re so overwhelmed you press your face to his shoulder and bite down, trying to suppress more tears.

But Donnie can feel it, and he’s telling you ‘it’s ok it’s ok it’s ok’ and let’s you sob against him. He holds you and kisses your cheeks and promises you...

That it’s going to be alright.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello x female reader #donnie tmnt #donatello tmnt #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt Donatello #tmnt Donnie #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #ns*w #angst #good endings tho #paimon writes

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omg-imatotalmess · 4 years ago

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Red Rope and a Whiny Puppy

Y'all, I literally have not been able to stop thinking about Fred with a breeding kink since Levitating anon brought it up. So, here's this little blurb just to get rid of my brain worms. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested: No, but semi based on an ask from Levi

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, bondage, dirty talk, slight hair pulling, hint of dom!fred but mostly sub!fred, dom!reader,

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Red rope had been a good choice. It stood out beautifully against Fred's flushed skin, wrapping him up like a little present just for you. Your pretty little Gryffindor gift. A savage smile cut across your lips as you watched him pull at his bindings with a desperate whine. It would have been rude to tease him any longer. You had to remember that, while he was all wrapped up, this was his present.

"What's the matter, puppy? I've barely touched you, and you already look like you're about to lose it," you said, running a single finger up the underside of his weeping cock. A choked sound erupted from him at the gentle contact.

"Please," he whined.

"Are you thinking about filling me up? Pumping me so full of your cum that it's a guarantee I'll be pregnant by the end of the night. Is that what you want?" you asked. Ghosting your fingers around the head of his cock, you brushed firmly over the slit just watch him buck his hips.

"Yes," he replied hoarsely. The wheels in his head spun as he grappled for more words. Smile widening, you watched him try to collect his scattered thoughts. He was already so far gone that you wouldn't be able to find him with a map. Perfect. You wanted him to have his fun. Of course, you'd have yours too in the meantime.

"Just yes?" you teased.

"I wanna cum for you. In you. Over and over until it drips down your legs," he said. For a moment, you let his words sink into you.

Fred always sounded like a wild animal when he talked like that. The harsh growl in his voice mixed with the desperate plea of a man left on edge too long was beautiful. It was even better when you could see him with his head tossed back, hair spilling over the pillow, as he snarled demandingly. Something about that and the fact that he was utterly at your mercy made your head swim. This feral, demanding thing in your bed was held down for your pleasure and your pleasure alone. Shivering, you slung your leg across his hips and allowed your opening to rest against his cock.

"Put it in. Now!" he snarled, struggling angrily against his bonds—the growl rumbling through served little more than to annoy you.

"Watch your mouth, mutt. You're lucky to be getting this much," you snapped, grabbing a fistful of his hair. A small, pathetic sound fell from his mouth.

"'m sorry. Please let me breed you, (Y/N). I'll fuck you so good," he said pleadingly.

"I know. You always do, but you have to be good for me," you soothed gently, letting yourself rock against his cock. It was as though you touched a live wire to him. Muscles bulged, and the tendons in his neck stood up as he struggled to get more of that feeling. More of you.

"I'll be good. So good if you just let me fuck you. Fuck, I wanna be inside you," he growled. You simply ground against him again, letting him feel warm, slicked part of you. Despite his dark glare, you knew you were hitting your mark. His hips pulsed up in such a strong thrust that he jolted you forward to lay against his chest. The frustrated groan that emanated from his chest brought a mean smile to your face.

Using the new position to your advantage, you sucked a dark mark into the juncture of his neck and jaw. Impossible to hide. His hands twitched above you. Clearly, he was just itching to flip you over and use you like a fleshlight. You smiled to yourself at the thought. Maybe next time. Kissing a line up to his ear, you traced the shell with your tongue.

"Patience, mutt. I want you right on the edge before I milk you dry," you purred. Shivering, he let himself make a pitiful sound of wanting.

"I am, I am," he breathed.

"Not close enough," you said, trailing your fingers down to play with his nipples. Rolling the soft, pink buds between your fingers, you took some time to listen to him pant in your ear. There was a soft whine in each breath that you were sure he wasn't aware of.

"(Y/N)," he said in a warning tone.

Ignoring him, you replaced one hand with your mouth, sinking your teeth harshly into his peck to remind him of the position he was in. The responding grunt told you he got the message. Satisfied with his response, you reached between your legs with your free hand to stroke him. The combined sensations seemed to quiet his defiant edge. Giving little heed to the awkward position, you sped your hand up, twisting over the head.

"Ngh, please. I can't..." he cut himself off with a long moan as you repeated the motion.

"Can't what? Come on, tell me what you can't do," you taunted.

"Can't wait anymore. Please, I need to be in you. I wanna see you stuffed full of my cum. You'll be so beautiful with my baby in you," he babbled, nearly incoherent.

"Come on then, you pathetic mutt. Fill me up," you said, slamming yourself onto his cock. The motion pulled a howl from his chest loud enough to shake the room. "Breed me."

"Fuck! Fucking, yes! I'll breed you so good!" he sobbed out, hips pounding up against yours. Reaching up, you released his hands and immediately found them gripping your hips for better leverage.

"Shit, just like that," you gasped.

The pace was brutal, punishing, leaving neither of you time to pull your thoughts together. Fred's grip was definitely going to leave bruises on you for weeks, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You couldn't when he was hammering straight into that spot that made you see stars behind your closed lids. Just as your thighs started you cramp up, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach with your hips hitched up. Fred was sliding back into you before you could even fully process the position change.

With a wanton moan, he draped himself over your back and latched his teeth into your shoulder as he fucked into you with reckless abandon. Groaning, you realized how much deeper he was like this. He knew it too. You could feel him sobbing his relief into your shoulder, thrusts growing sloppy. Throwing your hips back against him, grabbed a fistful of hair over your shoulder.

"Breed me, you fucking mutt," you snarled.

The words had barely left your mouth before he cried out, spilling inside of you. Arms came around your waist, holding you tightly to him while he rode out his orgasm. Belatedly, he remembered to slip a hand down to swirl two long fingers around your clit. Then you were gone. Your own wail of pleasure echoed faintly in your ears as you clenched around him. For half a second, you wondered if you ascended. You were so caught up in that thought that you hadn't even noticed when he slid himself out.

"Wow," he said, his tone reverent.

"Enjoying the view?" you said, glancing over your shoulder.

"Uh-huh," he said, nodding mindlessly.

"I expect you to clean up your mess when you're done staring, mutt," you said, swaying your hips to emphasize your point. At the movement, you could feel some of his cum leak down your leg.

"Well, if you insist," he said, licking his lips. Smiling, you pushed your face into your folded arms. You had the feeling it was going to be a very long night.

#my brain worms are satisfied #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader smut #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley smut #fred weasley drabble #fred weasley #fred #smut #harry potter #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #fred weasley x reader imagine #fred weasley x reader oneshot #sub!fred #sub!fred weasley #dom!reader

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luminnara · 4 years ago

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It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 6

Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | ... | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

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Bucky refused to leave the omega’s side while she stayed in the lab. Bruce had to stop him from trying to crawl onto the bed with her, and after about the third time, he convinced the super soldier to just pull up a chair like a civilized person and hold her hand while she drifted off to sleep again. Now that she was with her alpha, she had settled down for another nap, more interested in resting than answering any more questions so long as Bucky stayed and kept an eye on her.

Steve had to admit, it was endearing. He had never seen his friend so absolutely enraptured like this. Whenever the omega, or Ten, as Bruce was still calling her, shifted in her sleep, Bucky’s eyes were snapping over to make sure that she was okay. Whenever she let out a little whimper, he was purring and stroking her hair. Whenever she seemed like she might wake up again, his attention was completely on her.

“So...sure you don’t remember her?” Steve asked, pulling up a chair. He had left for a few hours to work out, and after a lack of updates from FRIDAY, he headed back down to check on everything. They were exactly as he had left them, which was a good sign. At least nothing was getting out of hand.

Yet.

Bucky shrugged, rubbing the back of the omega’s hand with his thumb. “I dunno. It’s...foggy.”

“Well, it seems to me like you’ve either got a history together, or she’s mistaking you for someone else.” Steve said. “Quite frankly, it’s hard to do the latter.”

“I’ve dreamt of her.” Bucky said quietly.

“...what?”

“It’s not much, but...I’ve seen her face.” Bucky looked down at her. “I think that no matter how many times HYDRA wiped my memory, she’s always been in there. Kinda like the one constant that was always around, the one thing I could always count on being in the base with me.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Steve asked.

“Never knew if she was real or not.” Bucky sighed. “I thought...maybe she was just something my mind made up to fill some of the gaps. But she smells exactly like I remember.”

Steve sat back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his friend. Bucky wasn’t snarling anymore, most of his attention trained on the omega while she slept. Now that he was close to her, he had calmed down significantly, though he still wouldn’t let Steve within five feet of her bed.

“Just got off the phone with Tony,” Bruce announced, walking in. “He and Pepper will be back tonight. Pepper’s having some clothes and personal items delivered for our new omega friend here. They also asked about renovating a more permanent room for her, but I, uh...told them I wasn’t exactly sure what the situation would be.”

“She’s staying with me,” Bucky said immediately.

“Now hang on, hang on,” Steve leaned forward.

“Steve,” Bucky growled. “I want her with me.”

“Buck, you don’t even know her—“

Bucky interrupted him with a loud snarl, the omega in question whining and squirming in her sleep at the sound of it.

He immediately shut up, brushing a thumb over her cheek and shushing her until she was sleeping soundly again. Fuck, he felt so stupid. What was wrong with him? She could have woken up, or been scared, or upset, all because he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. She needed her rest, and he needed to stay quiet.

Steve almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Oh, Buck,” he shook his head. “You’re in deep.”

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Amoretta woke feeling well rested, and it wasn’t until she tried to stretch and felt the tug of her IV drip that she remembered where she was. Opening her eyes revealed the bright lights of the lab, and as she started to sit up, a few faces came into view.

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” Bruce said. “How are you feelin’?”

She licked her lips. “Juice box. Now.”

“Way ahead of you. Had this one waiting as soon as you started waking up.” He tossed one to her and was pleased when her hand shot up to catch it. “Reflexes look good. Vitals are all reading normal. I’ll have to run another test to see what’s going on with those suppressants, but I’m willing to bet you’re metabolizing them fairly quickly now. How are you feeling?”

She pulled the little straw off the back of the carton and jammed it into the top. “Nauseous. Like usual.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Side effect of the suppressants?”

“Always has been. Other than that...I feel great, actually.”

“Well, as soon as these wear off, we can figure out something nicer and more modern for you. If you want to use them, I mean.” Bruce shrugged. “Your choice.”

She smiled. “Choice. I like that.”

“Hey, we’re all about independence here,” Steve said happily. He was glad to see she was awake, even though Bucky wasn’t.

The other alpha was still at her side, but, as of about half an hour ago, he was napping. Steve made a mental note to never let him forget the way he slept straight through the one moment he had been waiting for all day.

“What time is it?” She asked. “There’s no windows in this damn place.”

“Just after dinner,” Bruce chuckled. “You slept most of the day. Bucky hasn’t left your side.”

She looked over to her soldier, smiling warmly at the sight of him sleeping. He was even snoring softly. “I haven’t gotten to see this in forty years.”

“Did you two, uh…” Steve cleared his throat. “Spend a lot of time together?”

The omega laughed. “You always this awkward around girls?”

“That’s not—“

“Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time.” She sucked on her straw. “But...yeah, we did.”

“So...you were just kept for his ruts, or…” Steve was so awkward it was almost endearing. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I think.”

“It’s okay. I know my lot in life.” She kept her eyes trained on Bucky as she spoke. “But if I’m going to answer more questions, I want to get out of this bed. And I want real clothes. Then I’ll talk.”

And so, only several minutes later, Bruce was handing her a sweater and some shorts he had grabbed from a little stash of extra clothing, and Bucky was startled awake by Ten stepping past him. She was finally free from all the tubes and cords that had been sticking out of her during her little hospital stay, and she was all too eager now to explore the tower.

She stood on wobbly legs, almost falling onto him when she tried to take a step. Bucky was up in a flash, ready to catch her, and as she fell against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her. Despite just waking up, he felt fully alert, completely ready to tend to his omega’s every need.

His omega...he liked that train of thought.

“We can head up to the common area. It should still be quiet.” Steve said, leading the way out.

Bucky kept an arm around his omega’s waist as they followed, Bruce bringing up the rear. He wanted to be touching her at all times, constantly in contact so that he couldn’t lose track of her. His instincts were roaring to life, demanding that he do everything in his power to make sure that she was safe and in his line of sight. The elevator ride was tense and full of possessive growling, Bucky constantly shoving Ten behind him to keep her in the corner and as far away from Steve as possible, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the doors slid open and they could step out of the cramped space again.

The common area was empty, thankfully, FRIDAY informing them that the other Avengers were all either working out or in their private quarters.

“Good,” Steve said, heading towards the couches. “No interruptions. Got it, FRIDAY?”

“Understood, Captain Rogers.”

“C’mere,” Bucky mumbled, pulling his omega down to sit on one of the couches with him. Part of him was feeling a little sheepish and self conscious of his behavior...but the rest of him didn’t give a shit. The others could stare and shake their heads all they wanted, but he’d be damned if he let Ten slip through his fingers again.

Or whatever her name was.

Steve and Bruce sat across from them, making sure that they left as much space as possible between themselves and the new omega. Neither of them had ever seen Bucky behaving quite like this--he was on guard, hyper aware of everything around him. He made sure that she was pressed up against his side, an arm draped possessively over the back of the couch so that it was unmistakable that she was with him.

Christ, what had gotten into him? He couldn’t remember ever acting this way about an omega before.

“So…” Steve cleared his throat, sitting with his elbows resting on his knees.

Bucky didn’t really like the way his posture made him lean forward towards his omega, but he could deal with it for now. “So.”

“What do you wanna know?” Ten asked, plucking at Bucky’s shirt. She seemed to be even clingier with him than he was with her, perfectly happy to be hanging off him or tucked up against his side. “You met my demands. I guess I’m an open book now.”

“I don’t want to overstep my bounds,” Steve said. “We just need to know as much as you’re willing to share.”

“Then ask a question.”

“...Alright.” he cleared his throat again. “You said HYDRA used you to help with Bucky’s ruts?”

Ten nodded, her expression remaining even and cool.

“Could you tell us more about that?” Steve glanced at Bucky. “Were there ever any other omegas, or anyone we should know about?”

“There were omegas before me.” she answered. “When I first got to the compound, there were a lot of us. They kept us all in big cells, so everyone talked. People said things about how HYDRA was grabbing omegas off the street for their super soldiers, and how the one at our base was the biggest and scariest.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow at her tone. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected her to sound like while she regaled them with her life story, but he definitely thought there would be a tad bit more apprehension in her voice. She seemed proud of herself, and more matter-of-fact than a lot of omegas would be while talking about their alpha’s previous partners. Or...whatever you called prisoners whose only purpose was to help during ruts.

“And I bet he was,” she sighed, leaning her cheek on Bucky’s chest and looking up at him adoringly.

“Well, I don’t know about that…” Bucky said, an almost shy smile on his lips. And...was he actually blushing?

Steve was going to lose his mind.

“You said the other omegas couldn’t handle it? That’s why you were given the serum?” he prompted, trying to keep them on track before he drowned in the sticky sweetness of her happy pheromones.

“Right.” she turned her attention back to Steve and Bucky let out a quiet huff. “HYDRA didn’t really like to take care of us. And the soldier--I mean, Bucky--would wear them out. So...HYDRA would just kind of let them go. Or put them down, maybe. I never saw it.”

Bucky’s expression dropped. His blush was gone, and he almost looked like he was going to be sick as he listened to her talk.

“But it wasn’t his fault,” she said quickly, glancing between him and Steve. “I don’t think it was ever on purpose, you were just...demanding.”

He gave a groan, leaning his head back against the couch. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it, doll. I’d rather know what I did, at this point.”

She offered a small shrug. “I don’t really remember it being that bad, but I don’t think I ever met you before they gave me the serum.”

“That’s something, at least.” he mumbled, dragging a hand down his face.

“Why you?” Steve asked. “Did you have any prior military experience, any ties to something the others didn’t?”

“No.” she laughed. “I never even got in fights before HYDRA.”

“Then why’d they use such an important resource on you, specifically? Not trying to take a dig at you, it’s just...well, omegas don’t usually…”

“I know,” she said. “Omegas aren’t supposed to be tough, right? That’s why they only ever let alphas become super soldiers.”

“That’s not what I…” Steve trailed off and then sighed. “Sorry.”

“I told you, they gave me the serum so that I would be strong enough to hold my own. It also ensured I would always be around, no matter how many years passed.” Her fingers found Bucky’s free hand and she took it, absentmindedly playing with the smooth vibranium knuckles. “Having me as a constant meant they could stop spending so much time and effort on always having a new omega around for him. Plus…well, I wasn’t really there, but I heard something about it once…”

“What?” Bucky asked.

“They let you choose who was going to become your omega.” She said, looking up at him. “They gave you a bunch of scents, and you chose mine. I guess it was the only reason they didn’t, uh...humanely euthanize me.”

His eyes were wide. The thought of HYDRA killing his omega brought a low growl to his throat, his chest rumbling with the vibrations of it. “No.”

“Well, clearly they didn’t!” She said brightly. “My file said I was a kicker.”

“So they gave you, an already aggressive omega, the serum, but never gave you any trigger words or fished around in your brain?” Bruce shook his head. “Surprisingly sloppy, considering who they are.”

“It’s not like they ever sent me out into the world. I stayed in my cell all day, unless I was needed for a rut. Then I went and stayed in a different cell.” She sighed. “And if they ever needed to, they could just use the alpha to grab me.”

Bucky clearly didn’t like the thought of that. He made a frustrated sound, leaning his head back again. “Great.”

“It was never bad.” She let go of his hand, moving her fingers to cup his jaw. “You never hurt me. You wouldn’t. Sometimes, when I acted up, they would make you go retrieve me, because they knew you were the only one who could do it. If they didn’t send you, they would just knock me out.”

“So...that was it?” Steve asked. “Ruts, serum, cryo?”

“For thirty years!” She chirped. “The last time they froze me, they were freezing him, too. They always tried to keep us in cryo at the same time so that I could be thawed out and ready when he needed me. But...I guess they just...left me there?” She frowned.

“See, that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.” Steve said. “I didn’t see any signs of a struggle at that base. I’d say they left in an orderly fashion, but the fact that they didn’t take you along makes me think they were in more of a hurry than they made it seem.”

“Natasha might have a better idea,” Bruce suggested. “We can talk to her, try to figure out—“

“FRIDAY, open the damn door or so help me God I will rewrite your entire personality.” A voice interrupted from the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry, Tony, but Captain Rogers asked me not to.” The AI said.

“Well, is it an emergency?” The man scoffed.

“No emergency measures have been executed. No security breaches have been identified.”

“Then I’m sorry, but Captain Rogers does not outrank me when it comes to my own robots. Open the door, beautiful.”

She seemed to sigh. “Very well, Mr. Stark.”

Ten perked up, leaning forward slightly. She was watching the door curiously, tilting her head a little when she heard it slide open. Bucky rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself quietly and pulling her up against his side as another alpha strode in.

“Really? Having a party without me?” the man asked, a smooth, casual air about him as he walked in and looked at everyone on the couches. When his eyes landed on the omega cuddled up next to Bucky, he stopped. “Ah, is this our new guest?”

“Go away, Stark.” Bucky growled. He didn’t like how long the other man’s gaze was lingering on his omega, not when there weren’t any scars on her neck to show who she belonged to.

“Always such a charmer, Barnes.” Tony said, flopping down next to Steve. “Lovely to see you, too. Care to introduce me to your friend? ….No, you’d rather just snarl and forget your words? I knew you were old, but I didn’t realize you were actually a caveman.”

“Tony,” Bruce groaned. “Don’t aggravate him. Please.”

“Why not?” Tony leaned back against the cushions, completely at ease and totally happy to be pressing every one of Bucky’s buttons.

“Are you Tony Stark?” Ten asked, wiggling out of Bucky’s grip to sit on the edge of their couch.

Bucky caught her around the waist before she could get very far, though, and dragged her onto his lap. He loomed over her, sneering dangerously at Tony as the other alpha flashed a smile.

“Bingo.” he said.

“I never thought I’d meet a Stark,” she admitted. “I always heard about Stark Industries, but I lived too far away from any big cities to ever get to see any of his exhibitions.”

“Ah. You’re from my father’s time. Of course.” Tony shot a pointed glare in Bucky’s direction. “Seems like Bruce left out a few teensy weensy important details on the phone today.”

“Well, it’s been, uh...an ongoing learning experience.” Bruce said sheepishly.

“Lots of developments, huh?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

“You could say that.” Steve said under his breath. “We came up here so Ten could be more comfortable while we talk.”

“Oh yeah? What’re we talkin’ about?” Tony asked.

“They were asking about my time with HYDRA,” she answered, cutting in before anyone else could. “And with...Bucky.”

Saying his name felt odd. Her tongue wasn’t used to it, and her mind wanted to call him alpha, or Winter Soldier. Bucky just seemed so…casual, such a strange thing to call a deadly super soldier. When she heard herself, though, she decided that she definitely didn’t hate it.

Bucky’s heart gave a little leap at the sound of his name falling from her lips. He wanted her to say it over and over again, in whispers and in screams, for nobody else’s ears but his.

“...Buck?” Steve asked, pulling him away from his thoughts. “You, uh, kinda zoned out there.”

It wasn’t until Bucky looked at Steve that he realized his eyes had been trained on the omega in his lap. “Yeah?”

“...Is this seriously how you’ve spent the past day and a half?” Tony asked. “Steve, I’m sorry, and I’m sure you’re just trying to be as helpful as you can be, like always, but I think you should let these two get a room.”

Steve looked at him incredulously. “Tony, really? I’m trying to get to the bottom of why exactly HYDRA would abandon the omega they pumped full of super soldier serum. They can get a room later—“

“Yeah, uh, wonder boy? I don’t think your pal is gonna last much longer before he tries to rip our heads off.” Tony nodded towards a very disgruntled Bucky. “You can resume your interrogation tomorrow, Cap.”

Steve looked to Bruce for help, but he only offered a small shrug and stood, heading towards the door. “He’s right, Steve. They deserve some alone time.”

“But—hey!” Steve protested as Bucky picked his omega up, striding past the two alphas sitting on the opposite couch.

“Thanks for everything, Steve.” Bucky said over his shoulder.

Ten squirmed, peeking around Bucky’s arm as she was carried away. “Bye, Mr. Stark!”

“Don’t look at him,” Bucky growled as they walked out the door.

“Did his father really make hoverboards? I heard once that Howard was promising hoverboards—“

“No.” He said flatly.

“...oh.” She huffed, slumping against him. “Where are we going?”

“My apartment.” Bucky stepped into the elevator, his grip still tight around her.

The omega perked up. “You have a whole apartment?”

He puffed his chest out a little. “Course I do. Gotta have a nice place for you, don’t I?”

“So I can stay?” Her eyes were bright and happy. “I can stay there, with you, all the time? Not just when you rut?”

He felt a sad little pang in his heart. When he spoke again, his voice was low and soft. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Then, his eyes widened as he realized what he was saying. “I mean, uh...i-if you want to, that is. I know it’s fast and all, and maybe...would you rather have your own room? Or I can stay on the couch—“

“Bucky,” she cut him off with a laugh, a soft hand cupping his jaw. “You’ve been my alpha for seventy years. I’d say we’re actually moving pretty slow.”

His expression relaxed again, lips stretching into a small smile. “Right. Yeah. You’re right.”

They spent the rest of the elevator ride in comfortable silence, Bucky rubbing his scent glands all over her hair. He wanted to make sure that the next time they encountered anyone else, she smelled exactly like him.

Like her alpha.

When the elevator came to a gentle stop at Bucky’s floor, the doors opened, and he stepped out in front of his apartment door. It opened for him, having already scanned his biometrics, revealing a small, but cozy, living room.

He set his omega down on her feet, watching anxiously as she stepped into his quarters. Did she like it? Fuck, was it too small? It was too small. She probably hated it. Fuck, fuck, fuck...he had to salvage this somehow.

“Well, uh…” shit, he sounded too nervous. He wanted her to think he was a strong, capable alpha.

He cleared his throat for another start. “Welcome home, Omega.”

Wait. That wasn’t right. Should he be calling her that? No, probably not, it sounded too possessive, too uncaring. He wished he just knew her fucking name, or something.

“I mean…Ten?”

Shit, he sounded so stupid. He wanted to impress her, not...do whatever this was.

She just laughed, though, turning and looking at him with those eyes that sparkled like starlight. “Amoretta. My name is Amoretta.”

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minshookie · 4 years ago

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Late night hookup

| Yoongi |

Warning! || 18+ smutty smut smut, fuckboy!yoongi, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, cum eating, fem masturbation, rough sex, vocal Yoongi 🤤

[ jin • Yoongi • Hoseok • Joon • Jimin • Taehyung • Jungkook ]

You’d opened his contact for the 14th time in the past hour, down bad was an understatement for you at the moment.

It’s the fact that you knew he was in town, it’s also the fact that he chose to ignore you that made you upset, yet you yearned for his harsh touch.

Text first maybe? You put your phone to rest, your independence wouldn’t dare let you give into the temptation, if he wanted you he’d be here. And you’d ignore him until he made up his mind.

One thing that wouldn’t be ignored though, is the ache settling in your core, rolling onto your back bringing your thighs together to apply pressure to no avail. He’s never there when he’s needed.

Separating, you let your fingertips massage over the dampened fabric finding the lazy ovals you were accomplishing pleasurable. Just before you could indulge your phone chimed.

“You awake?”

You could scream in happiness! Your late horny wishes have been heard.

“Yeah, welcome back in town, how are you!”

“Excited to see me? You’re horny huh?”

Once an ass always an ass, he’d beat around the bush until all the leaves fell off before he’d give a straight answer.

“Yeah, get over here.”

“Get some help y/n,I’d think that you’d find someone new already.”

“Are you coming to fuck me, or can i continue to finger myself...you interrupted me.”

“Impatient little thing you are, sure continue, but open the door when I get there.”

Tossing the phone to the corner of your bed you rolled off changing shirts to look sightly presentable.

Skipping like and lovesick schoolgirl you cleaned the living room like he’d even notice the scatter of classwork and pillows if you’d left it. Setting drinks up on the table you anticipated your 2 AM date.

His knock undeniable, you pranced to the door pulling it open letting in the dusk breeze, “hey, you look different.” you looked his stature up and down, “and you look tired.” He quips pulling you into him his chilled hand wrapped around you neck. Kissing you, his taste never changed liquor and mint, he explored you like he’s been hungry for you. “Still don’t know how to kiss? Fucking virgin.” He bullied walking into your apartment removing his heavy shoes.

“Can you stop being an ass Yoongi.” He threw himself in the couch watching you primarily as you closed the door, gong to the kitchen before his statement stoped you. “I don’t care about the tea party you set up in there, get over here.”

Legs spread his hand rested inside of his black sweats. Obliging you went to him, only here for one thing, and he was ready to get it as quick as he could, “wanna lay on the couch for me?” The pounding in your chest persistent, knowing fully what’s to come. Letting your back hit the couch, he threw your decretive pillows. “Miss me?” He freed you from your panties, letting his limber fingers massage you collecting your slickness. “C’mon speak up.” “Yeah I did, you miss me?” You breathed out in impatience. “Like hell.”

“You play with this while imagining me when I’m away?” Sensually he stroked your bundle of never earning a physical reaction. “Honestly?” “Mm yeah tell me.” Vulgarly he spit on your mound before continuing to toy with you. “I think about your little friends more than I imagine you.” You lied for his reaction, thoughts of Yoongi swam in your head more than you’d like to admit.

“Liar.” He entered you with his index and pointer, whimpering to show your appreciation. Moving back and forth rotating his wrist ever so slightly. “Tell me this though.” He changed his tactics now rapidly stroking the most sensitive area inside of you. “This still make you cum cutie?” He jokes obviously watching you buck at his skilled fingers movement. Staying in place he gave you the treat of massaging the area into your first orgasm of the night. Your stomach clenched and you griped around him unintentionally. “Mmhhm fucking hate you.” Insulting him was a regular during orgasm and he enjoyed it. He continues forcing more pleasure on you as you cum.

A cocky grin plasters his features, “I guess it does.” He leaned coming face to face with your core, still pulsating. “Sensitive little thing still, I would’ve thought you’d grow from that.” He latched onto your clit causing you to prop yourself on your elbow in surprise. “Yoongi fucking wait.” You pushed his head to no result he licked and sucked on your clit with no mercy. “Ah fuck please Yoongi.” He looked up his dark eyes commanding you as he let go. “Done for the night?” You shook your head no, “just a little sen-” “nothing new.” He went back down, lapping at your sopping entrance with hunger and lust, grunts erupted from him.

With better leverage he enters you with his tongue prodding you like you’ve missed oh so bad. It seems like he left and came back better than he’s ever been at this. It was muffled but you understood his dirty comments. “Fucking cum in my mouth, you’re gonna taste it bitch.” Moving back to your clit he flicked quickly replacing his fingers, rubbing your tender sweet spot. Eyebrows furrowed in focus he closed his fiery eyes. “Shit! Shit! Ahhh shit!” Squirming inches from succumbing to your second orgasm. You griped his styled hair pulling him deeper onto your cunt. He latched sucking you, your stomach tightening.

Finishing messily onto his digits and lips. “Fuck Min, who gave you lessons in Korea?” You heaved legs wide needy for more. Ignoring your comment he connected his lips with yours not giving you time to breath. purposely kissing you sloppily making sure he spread your nectar along your tongue and lips. “Sweet?” You nodded, bucking, begging for him subtlety.

“What next baby, ask for it,what do you want?” He took off the sweats fully commando underneath, he stroked himself collecting his precum and bringing it to your mouth. “I know you’re filthy. Eat it.” You suck his fingers, and he visibly holds back a groan. “Fuck me, that’s what I want.” You answer seductively.

You got up from the couch, grabbing his shirt bringing him to your bedroom, “bigger bed?” “Yeah, you like it?” You crawled on top, putting your ass in the air cheekily. “It’s your turn to buy the pill.” He laughed at your random outburst, “shut the fuck up already.” He got behind you aligning and plunging into you a groan of enjoyment coming from him. “Always so fucking tight.”

Gaining a grip he bottoms you out earning a squeal. “Nice a full? Ready to fuck?” You could hear his impatience, you nodded in response. “Damn it y/n speak baby.” He griped your ass harshly. “Just do it already!”he pulled out completely hooking you with his arm rolling you onto your back pulling your shirt off with your assistance.

“I have been thinking of you in this position ever since we landed.” Pushing your legs up, “hold them with your arms...please.” Obliging to his lustful wishes, on your back legs bound by your arms, everything vulnerable on display for him.

Getting comfortable he entered you, bottoming you out throwing his head back. “Tighter than before, you’ll fucking kill me.” He fucked into you sensually keeping a grip on the back of your thighs, “feel good? Wanna- oh shit.” Tightening around him he fucked into you harshly, the lewd smacking sound something that was very missed.

Resting his forearm next to your head, dominantly he gripped a handful of your hair, letting his head fall at you ear shamelessly moaning into it. “Mm so good y/n, you’re too good.” Picking up speed making your breath trap itself in your throat. “Tell me-mm tell me.”unable to respond to his commands you whimpered in a sorry excuse for response.

By the change in tone you could tell he’s close to finishing off, while in the chase for his high, he pulled your hair harsher. Placing his other hand on your sensitive clit. “Fuck!” Pulling back up he removed his hand from your locks placing them on the back of your thighs his pace giving a little slack.

His eyes closed thumb massaging you assisting you to orgasm. “You better fucking cum.” He gritted.

He continued his rough thrust until he hit his peak “oh fuck me!” Whining he spilled inside of you as you tightened around his member once again lost in his gift of euphoria.

He pulled out of you sweat dripping over his features his seed warmly gushed from you. He removed his shirt the heat getting the best of him.

His member already half mast. He got up stretching before striding to the bathroom. “ don’t move.” You could care less what he just said, your senses still draped in pleasure. Though certain thoughts threatened to pull your lustful high. “Your legs or arms cramping?” He came back cleaning you up, using a colder cloth you cool your sweaty limbs. “Left leg.” He pulled you from the folded position massaging your leg and thigh.

“Too rough?” “Not enough.” He laughed under his breath, “noted.” He let go of your limb standing from the bed, leaving the room.

Though not exclusive your heart still aches for him slightly. “I’m leaving.” He came back with his sweats and shoes on, grabbing his shirt. “Oh, I pulled out some of my best alcohol and you leave?”

He smiled kissing your drenched forehead, why did he love torturing you. “Yeah, I got a busy day tomorrow.” He sighed pulling his shirt over himself. Groaning you rolled over out of the bed, pulling on a large shirt, “I’ll walk you to your car.” Obliging you followed him out.

Walking side to side, in silence until you both left the building standing in front of his pricey sports car. “You know you never gave me that ride.” He grasped your waist lifting you onto the hood, darkness shields you both.

“Mm tomorrow If I’m not tired, we’ll go get something...ice cream?”

“Stop acting like my boyfriend Min.”

“That’s what you want though, right?”

Sighing you felt uncomfortable when pressed with the truth.

“Well I’m sorry y/n but I can’t be, acting is the best you’ll get.”

“I know...so, who’s your best fuck back home?”

“Haha, some real pretty girl that you don’t need to ask about....but don’t worry, I cum and think of you.”

He laughs at your visible discomfort.

“You’re literally disgusting.”

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lilith-of-rivia · 3 years ago

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Monster House

Trigger Warnings: Claustrophobia, mentions of self-hatred, self-degrading voice, panic/anxiety attack, mentions of blood and gore.

Summary: after Geralt lashes out at you and leaves you alone in a house, you have an anxiety attack/panic attack.

Word Count: 1,676

Paring: DAD!GeraltXFemaleMinorDAUGHTERReader

Request: Hello! Could you write one where the reader is Geralt's child surprise. Reader is in her teens and gets in trouble. Geralt is pissed and grounds her. Reader cannot leave the house. The reader has developing claustrophobia so no fresh air for a while eventually gets to her. Reader starts to have an anxiety attack but doesn't dare go outside for a quick breath of fresh air. Geralt comes home and tries to calm her down and stuff. Thank youuu!!! 🥺🥺🥺

@theichabbieclub

Thank you for the request, my dear, so sorry for the wait. Hope you like it?

“Geralt! You’re being unreasonable. I didn’t do anything wrong!!” You yelled. Your hair was a mess around your face. Dirt smeared all over with some blood that thankfully didn’t belong to you.

“Did nothing wrong??” Geralt’s face to you, now eye level. He had to bend down to be eye to eye with you. His eyes searched yours. You could see the anger, fear, and concern on his face. Something you had only ever seen, no one else got to see that.

He sighed heavily, his hands rubbing down his tired face. He was attempting to calm himself down, knowing he could sometimes be a bit too harsh with you.

“You deliberately left the house after me. You could’ve gotten killed.”

“-But I didn’t.” He sighed, grabbing your chin in his hand making you look at him.

You did leave the safety of the house, even when he said no. You wanted to come with him. It was only a pack of wolves. Nothing he couldn’t handle and you wanted to help, more than anything. You hated not being able to help him with anything, you could never do anything unless he was by your side. He or Jaskier. It made you feel like a burden.

“You’re right you didn’t. But you could’ve. You’re not to leave this house for three days. You stay in here, read the books Yen gave you. Unless I am by your side you do not step foot past that threshold. Do you understand me?” His voice was deep, stern, mean. You hated it when you got grounded. You sighed deeply, nodding in agreement.

“Good. I’m very disappointed in you Y/N.” He stood again, his back to you. Before you could say anything else he was out the door. You had half a mind to follow him but chose to listen to him. His lingering disappointment still thick in the hot air of the cramped house.

You walked to the corner of the small room, sitting down in the pile of blankets. You grabbed one of the herbal books Yennerfir gave to you and began reading. No matter how many times you reread the same paragraph about mugwort you couldn’t absorb the material. You were getting hotter and hotter, the hot summer sun now at its full peak at noon making the small cabin you were in getting hotter. You grabbed your water canteen and slugged it down. To your disappointment, Geralt had taken his own with him.

“This isn’t a house, it’s a shack. With walls enclosing it around me.” You huffed to yourself. Gathering your hair in your hands you tied it back, hoping it would help. But it did nothing. The room began to feel smaller, tighter. The air getting thicker.

Your mind wandered over Geralt’s words.

“He’s right. I’m such a disappointment. He should’ve left me years ago.” Your hot tears began to stream down your red cheeks. You put your hands on your face, holding it tightly, squeezing it as your eyes shut. You tried to not let these thoughts penetrate your head, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden to Geralt. He constantly had to do things for you. You never did anything for yourself even if you wanted to. No matter how hard you tried you always felt like you were only a burden on him.

Your breathing became ragged and harsh as you cowered into the corner. Your body trembled, the walls around you closing in around you as you watched the floor move up and down like a monster’s mouth.

“If you ever need me; scream my name, I’ll hear you.”

His voice echoed through your head as you moved to the window. You pushed the small glass panel open and sat below it feeling the very soft breeze that came through. Your throat felt like it was closing. Your body shaking more as you cried harder, the thoughts of Geralt not coming back for you.

“GERALT PLEASE COME BACK!!!” Your screams echoed off the walls of the house. Your head in your hands as you cried harder and harder, your throat beginning to hurt.

“Please...please...please...please come back Geralt.” Your head began to get heavy as you laid on the hard floor. The door of the house flew open, but you didn’t have the energy to open your eyes, but you knew it was him. His smell was all too familiar to you. His arms quickly grabbed your limp body pulling you into his chest, his hand quickly grabbed your chin making your face turn to him, your eyes still not opening. You couldn’t.

“Jesus Y/N, your burning up. Did you eat something bad??” His voice was full of panic, it made your heart hurt. All I ever do is cause you pain. Your thoughts were filling your small head, making it harder for you to stop crying.

“The house is eating me.” You crooked out. He quickly lifted you, carrying you quickly out of the house. The fresh air instantly made you take in a breath, your tears subsiding.

You could hear the splash of water as Geralt walked into the river near the cabin. He kneeled into the water, using his hand to cup cold water pouring it over your face.

“Open your mouth.” You did as he asked and drank the cold water from his hand. Your senses slowly started to return, your eyes opened and the bright sun made them burn. You slowly moved them around the running water. You could feel Gerlt’s fingers stroking your hair behind your ears as he completely sat in the water, no regard for his clothes. You locked eyes and gave him a weak smile.

“What happened?” His voice was softer than before, it was deep, comforting. Made you feel safe, even in the unsafe world you lived in.

“I feel like nothing but a burden...you never trust me to do anything on my own. It's like I’m a leach to you…” you couldn’t look at him, closing your eyes feeling the cold water rush into your back.

“You're not a leach, you're my kid. It's my job to protect you.” your eyes snapped back to his own. For years he never referred to you as his kid, or his daughter. At least not out loud. He treated you like his daughter. He was all you ever had when it came to parents, other than Yennefer.

His hand gently combed your hair from your face, sitting you up fully, your legs submerged in the cool rushing water.

“If something happened to you, if you died I wouldn’t be able to live in this world.” The smile that overtook your face made him roll his eyes playfully.

“You love me.” You cooed in a sing-song voice as you pointed your small finger at his face. He grunted, rolling his eyes.

“Of course I do, kid. I didn't have much meaning in life before I found you.” Your smile only grew as the big bad witcher gushed about his kid.

“Could you actually say it?” You asked, lifting your head slightly as he washed the dirt from his arms, you two slowly separating, leaving a foot between your bodies as you sat in the water.

“Say what?”

“That you love me. You've only ever said it once. But I don't think you meant to then.” Geralt eyebrows furrowed together.

“When?”

“A long time ago, you had gotten badly beaten by a group of banshees. Yen found you and brought you back with her. She had no one else to help, so I had to. I was barely eleven yet. It was scary, you were all… bloody, and cold. Your eyes were stuck open- corps like.” Your eyes were looking all over his body, and the earth around you. The story was never easy for you to remember, but you never forgot it.

“I honestly hate that I remember it so much, I remember watching Yen cry as she tried her best to stitch you back up. She just kept begging and pleading with ever god she thought was listening to her. It was horrible.” Geral's hand gently held yours, his finger softly stroking the back of your hand.

“I didn't forget it though. You woke up the next day, and I've never cried harder.” You said with a soft laugh.

“I hugged you, too tight and it hurt you. And I said I was sorry and I was just happy you didn't die. And you asked me why...I didn't know why you asked that stupid question. So I just said because I loved you. And you said it back. But you haven't sense. And honestly, if I'm your kid, you should say it more often. Because only telling me after you die really fucking sucks.” This time he laughed.

“I love you, Y/N. More than any father could ever love his child.” his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as you held onto him, a smile ear to ear.

“I love you too, fuck face.” he groaned into your hair as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“I'm like this because of you.” You mumbled and he nodded his head, humming softly.

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diaphragmjellyfish · 4 years ago

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I’ll Take Care of You

Ok so this is pre-shift Jacob because he’s the only correct Jacob, also I’m ignoring the whole “imprint on Renesmee” thing bc it’s MY fic and I get to pick the plot lmaooo.

Requested by @bisexualturtledove

Jacob Black was a charmer, to say the least. He’d only had to ask you out three times before you said yes, which is more than any other guy could say. You respected his tenacity, and ended up going out with him for no other reason than to put him out of his misery, fully expecting it to be awkward and a solid end to your guys’ thing. Safe to say that’s not what happened. 5 months later and you were in a happy relationship planning your lives together. However, there was always a bump in the road with you. Something that had ruined every relationship you’ve had so far, and you hadn’t told Jacob in an effort to keep him around as long as you could. But the truth had to come out sooner or later. You couldn’t keep avoiding his heated kisses, his undressing gaze, his wandering hands.

The truth was, you were terrified to have sex with Jacob. So many insecurities run through your mind whenever he tries to take things to the next level that you freeze up, and Jacob being the sweetheart he is, stops immediately in an effort to make you comfortable. You knew that this was the only thing keeping your relationship from being perfect. You wanted to, I mean really wanted to have sex with him. But you were insecure about your performance. It wasn’t that you didn’t think you could please him… it was that you knew no guy had ever been able to please you and that made them insecure and resentful, which always ended in a messy breakup. You weren’t sure if it was the antidepressants you had been on, the nerves of being intimate with someone, or if you were broken, but for the life of you, you could not orgasm.

However, you knew it was time for a change. You had to face this head on. If he didn’t accept you for you, then as painful as it would be, he wasn’t the one for you. So you invited him over, putting away anything in your room that could be a distraction to the serious talk you were about to have with him. Jacob climbed in through your open window, his usual suave entrance, and immediately rushed over to you, out of breath.

“Is everything okay?” he panicked. You took him in. It looked like he got ready in a hurry, hair messy and… Jeez, was he shaking?

“I think the better question is, are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost, babe.” you worried back.

“Well when my girlfriend just sends me a text saying We need to talk. That doesn’t exactly put a good feeling in my stomach.”

“We do need to talk. Or I guess, I need to tell you something. About.. Me.” God, why were you so nervous? Just spit it out!

“Okay. Whatever it is, you know you can tell me,” he encouraged.

You grabbed his hand and moved to sit on the edge of your bed. He sat next to you, waiting intently for your next words. After a long pause, you found the words. “So… I’m sure you’ve noticed that we haven’t had sex yet.” Wow. Nice one.

“Umm, yeah. I’ve noticed. I mean, I know that.” He seemed even more confused at this.

“Yeah,” you laughed awkwardly, gaze focusing on the carpet. “There’s a reason for it. I’ve had some past experiences that are making me… hesitant, I guess?” you tried to explain. He only nodded for you to keep going, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. “Okay, this is going to be awkward. So I have a really hard time,” you sighed deeply, already cringing at your next words, “finishing.” You looked up at him at this. His eyebrows were furrowed, but he had the beginnings of a smile on his face.

“Finishing,” he repeated. “Like, having an orgasm?” You guys had always had a super open, communicative relationship. You could tell him.

“Yeah. Because of that, the guys I’ve been with normally end up getting really frustrated and mad at me and, I mean, there’s not really much I can do about it but I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t want you to be disappointed and end up resenting me because I make you feel insecure when I won’t cum and,” you take a deep breath, feeling yourself about to cry.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay,” he moved you onto his lap, rubbing your back soothingly. “Y/N, I would never do that to you. I don’t care if we never have sex. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Okay?”

You nod, tears rolling down your face at his kind words. He brings a hand up to your chin, lifting your face so you are looking him in the eye. He smiles softly at you.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“I just didn’t want you to think it was your fault or anything,” you replied.

“Baby, you know it’s not your fault either, right?”

You didn’t respond, just stared at the wall over his shoulder in deep thought, brows furrowed. Truthfully, you did think it was your fault. If you could only finish like any normal woman could, this wouldn’t be a problem.

“Babe. Look at me,” you did, hesitantly. “Its. Not. Your. Fault.” he paused between each word to emphasize his point further.

“Jacob, how can you say that when I’m the one that’s keeping us from having sex? When I’m the one that’s broken.” Something snapped in him at this. He became stern, grabbing the sides of your face to keep your gaze on him. Gently, but firmly.

“You are not broken. Don’t ever say that. If you need some extra attention, that’s fine. We can figure all that out. But don’t ever say you’re broken or not good enough. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” you murmured. He wiped the tears off your face and sat with you while you fully calmed down before speaking again.

“Good. We’re gonna have an open, honest conversation about what you need so that I know how to make you happy. So… what gets you off?”

His bluntness made you huff out a laugh. “Okay, umm. Well, the only thing that’s, ya know… done it for me, is,” you made a gesture with your hands while Jacob waited patiently for you to finish. “A… thing.”

“A thing.” he parroted, still wildly confused.

“You know!” You continued making nonsensical gestures, so Jacob knew he would have to start guessing.

“What? A dildo?” you shook your head, blushing. “A vibrator?” At this, you looked at him, smiling quickly before burying your face in your hands in embarrassment. “Babe, lots of girls need that. It’s not a big deal. I really don’t mind using one with you, I just want to make you feel good.”

“Really?” you were genuinely surprised. Most guys hated the idea of using toys in the bedroom. They always thought they should be enough for you, when they just weren’t no matter what they did. So you always ignored your own needs to fuel their egos. But you hadn’t anticipated that Jacob might actually be willing to use one with you.

“Of course. Do you have one?”

“Yeah,” your voice was small once again, eyes peeking through your fingers.

He paused for a second. Two seconds. “Can I use it on you?” his voice seemed an octave deeper as he asked.

You sucked in a breath. In your wildest dreams, you thought maybe he’d be okay with you using one on yourself while you guys were intimate. But here he was, asking to use it. On you. Wow. All you could do was nod.

“Yeah? Where is it?” at this, you pointed to the drawer of your bedside table. He reached over, opening it. His hand rummaged around for a few seconds before he pulled out a small pink bullet vibrator, holding it up to the light, and testing it. He pressed the button, the toy immediately making a low buzzing sound, as he teasingly held it to your upper arm, laughing as you jumped. “This is gonna be fun,” he smiled wolfishly. You were still perched on his lap. He turned the vibrator off, leaning in to kiss you deeply. Jacob had always been an amazing kisser, and today was no different. His lips were so gentle, sucking at your bottom lip before swiping his tongue over yours, occasionally nipping lightly. You guys heatedly made out for a couple of minutes before his hand trailed under your shirt, and his lips travelled down your jaw and to your neck. He suckled at the skin here as you gasped, tilting your head to the side to allow more access. He’d always been a fan of leaving marks on you, but it never stopped feeling good. The next minute happened in such a frenzy of lips and gasps and wandering hands, that you found yourself lying under him with just a bra and underwear on, him lying over you, still kissing at your neck, with just his own underwear to keep him covered. He still held the vibrator in his hand, but you had forgotten about it until he held it to your inner thigh, flicking it on. The sudden sensation had you jumping out of your skin, breath laboring quickly. He was holding it a good 5 inches away from your center, but the feeling had you squirming nonetheless.

His other hand came up behind your back to unclasp your bra. You sat up for a second to slip it off your shoulders, and came back down only for Jacob’s lips to latch around your right nipple. You gave a soft moan, only encouraging him to swirl his tongue lightly over it. Your hands found purchase in his long, thick hair, tugging whenever something felt especially good. He was teasing you. You could tell, because your hips were grinding on air, trying to get him to move the toy upwards, but he kept it firmly planted on your thigh.

“Jacob,” you panted. He ignored you. “Jacob, c’mon,” you tried again.

“Hmm?” he hummed around your other nipple.

You were becoming frustrated. “I thought you said you wanted to use it on m-oh!” your back arched off the bed as he suddenly moved it up directly over your clit, pressing down firmly. You were moaning openly at this point, hips continuing to writhe on the vibrator. He began moving it in small, tight circles, letting you grind your hips however felt good. He moved to kiss you deeply once more, your moans getting lost in his lips. You two remained like this for God knows how long, your stomach eventually beginning to cramp from clenching and unclenching, your body practically begging for release. But you just could not get there. Jacob seemed as calm and patient as ever, but you wanted to cum so bad it hurt. You thought you might cry.

“What do you need?” he whispered in your ear, lovingly.

You blinked away a tear as you replied, “I don’t know.” He could hear the sadness and frustration in your voice, so he pulled the vibrator away, sitting up.

“Alright. C’mere love.” You knew he would give up. They always did. God, you were so useless. “Take these off for me,” he tugged at the waistband of your underwear as he reached into his pants pocket off the floor and pulled out a silver square. A condom. Of course he still wanted to get off. He’d given you so much time, it was only fair he get his fill. You did as he asked and slipped your underwear off, tossing them to the floor as he stripped himself of his and rolled the condom onto his painfully hard cock. He moved back over to you still on the bed, grabbed your face between his hands, and gave you a loving kiss.

“I’m gonna take care of you baby. Okay?”

Again, all you could do was nod. Wait. Was he still at it? He still wanted to get you off? Damn. This boy was determined. And you were thankful for the effort. He grabbed you by the waist, turning you around to kneel on the edge of the bed, back facing his chest as he stood behind you. He wrapped one arm across your chest, hand landing on your throat. Oh god. He applied a small amount of pressure as his other hand lined him up with your entrance, pushing in lightly. You had been so desperate for any sort of friction that there was no resistance from your body. Inch by inch. By inch. By inch. He slid into you, keeping the pressure on your throat. When he was fully seated inside you, he paused to let your body fully adjust to his impressive size. You grinded back on him, and he took this as his cue to start moving. He pulled out slightly, pushing back in. Again and again and again, each time building speed and force. When your breathing once again became labored, he brought the hand that was on your waist down to hold that beautiful pink vibrator right onto your clit. This time, there were no undergarments in the way. This time, he had his hand around your throat, keeping you in place. This time, he was fucking you, and God it made all the difference. You began to moan again, feeling that knot in your stomach tighten more and more. He kept everything consistent for the next several minutes, encouraged by your moans and grinding hips. Your back was flush against his chest, and you could feel the definition of his abs as he fucked you.

Once again, you felt right on the edge. Right at the point where you felt yourself about to fall, but something kept holding you there. If you weren’t able to come from this, you might die. Jacob seemed to be able to sense you starting to get frustrated once more, so he began pounding into you at a much harder pace than before, desperate to get you there before he finished. Your moans went up in pitch, that soft spot inside of you practically jolting with electricity every time he hit it. Your eyes rolled back in your head, never having experienced any pleasure like this before. It was raw, animalistic, aggressive. And you loved it. Suddenly, Jacob shifted his hand on the vibrator, turning it up to high. You screamed. Your whole body shuddered, the feeling going from your brain to your toes, and you came hard. Your body was shaking, center throbbing and juicier than ever. The sight of you cumming, the feeling of you tightening around him, had Jacob coming just minutes after you.

When he had come down, he pulled the vibrator off you, switching it off and tossing it onto the floor. Your clit was swollen and sensitive. Jacob brought his other hand off your throat, not noticing that that was the only thing holding you up. You collapsed forward onto the bed, having just enough energy to turn your head to the side before you hit the mattress. Your legs still trembled violently, and Jake was super careful as he got a damp towel from the bathroom and wiped you off. When you were both cleaned, he lay down on the bed, grabbing you under the arms and pulling you up next to him. Your eyes couldn’t even hold themselves open. He soothingly rubbed your back as he teasingly whispered into your ear, “Told you I would take care of you.”

#jacob black #jacob black x reader #jacob black smut #paul lahote #embry call #sam uley #twilight #wolf pack #vaginismus #smut #jacob smut #werewolf #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #taylor lautner

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yutahoes · 4 years ago

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pairing : dad! Yuta Nakamoto x mom! reader, Shiho, Shinichi

word count : 2.5k words

genre : fluff, a little dramatic, slightly suggestive

summary : Being a mom is hard. Being a mom on a period is harder.

a/n : I suck at summaries. 🤦‍♀️ This is originally titled Emotions in my WIP but decided a last minute switch. Posting this as apology for not being active in Tumblr. A lot of things had to be done. Please enjoy this small domestic scenario.

It was that time of the month again. Blood. Cramps. Annoying hormones. You thought having kids would lessen the painful menstrual cramps but if possible, it just worsens it.

Additional to the pain is the fact that you have to cook dinner for your two kids and your husband who was going home after a long day of work. A loud cry can be heard from the living room that made you sigh. Shin. "Noona, can you make Shinichi stop crying?" You asked from the kitchen, putting the curry mix in the pot. But the cries got louder and you can hear your daughter grunting.

"This is mine. This is my rabbit." Shiho shouted, taking away the pink rabbit doll from her brother's grasp. Shin kept on crying, tightly holding on.

You sighed. "Noona, can you just let Shin borrow your doll?" You asked, trying your best to be calm. "You have lots of toys already." You gestured at the lego blocks and tea sets scattered on the floor of your living room.

"But this is mine!" She shouted.

"I know, just let Shin borrow it for…" A loud rip can be heard, the doll's rabbit ear was on Shiho's hand as she fell on the carpeted floor. The rest of the body in your son's arms as he stopped crying to look at his sister crying on the floor. "Shiho please, stop crying. We'll get your rabbit…"

She hastily wiped her tears, standing up and throwing the ripped rabbit ear on the floor. "I hate you and Shin!" The statement took you in surprise. You've never seen her like this before. "I wish Shin wasn't born! I love daddy more than you. I hate you!"

"Shiho Nakamoto!" You said in a rather loud voice. She looked startled that you regretted calling her in that tone. You just wanted to cry at the moment and the pain in your abdomen isn't even helping at all. A loud sizzle can be heard from the kitchen as a smell of burning food filled the house. Shit! The food. "I'll be right back, stay where you are."

You turned around from her and hurriedly went to the kitchen to turn off the stove. You even burned yourself and even bumped on the counter because of panic when you heard a loud slam of the door followed by muffled cries. You had to groan as you put the pot under the running water.

You're not feeling well. You ruined dinner. You ruined Shiho's favorite toy. And your daughter hates you and her brother now. Great, Y/N, just great!

You heard the door open, followed by your husband saying the words, 'I'm home.' You were just leaning by the kitchen sink, taking it all in. Calm down, Y/N. You're just sensitive because of your period. "What happened?" Yuta asked as he picked up the toys scattered on the floor. He was carrying Shin in his arms, lightly rocking him.

"Can you please calm Shiho down first?" He lightly glanced at the closed door of your daughter's room, asking you what happened. You didn't answer him, instead took Shin in your arms then gestured to the door.

A sigh escaped your lips as Yuta disappeared inside the room. He's the only one who can calm her down anyways.

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The moment Yuta entered Shiho's room, he saw how her body was heaving up and down from her bed. She was crying, something did happen. "Shiho." He called softly, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Baby, what's wrong?"

She immediately hugged him, crying on his shoulders. Although Shiho is already seven, he can still see the little girl in her when she cries in his arms. And he wished she could still be his little girl even if years passed. "Daddy, I'm scared." She does look scared. Yuta asked why and the answer surprised him, "I hurt mommy. I said mean words to her and when she turned around, her skirt was bleeding."

Oh, Yuta thought, it's that time of the month again. "You said mean words to mommy?"

Shiho sat on his lap, nodding while wiping her tears. "I told her I hate her and Shin."

"Do you hate mommy and Shin?" Shiho shook her head. "Then why did you say those things?"

"I'm angry." She said with a pout and Yuta listened attentively to her. "Mommy told me to share my rabbit with Shin but I don't want to. I always share everything with him, my toys, my food, Cinderella, you, and mommy. Pinky is the only one I have left." Yuta smiled, why is she so cute ranting like this? "Now, Pinky is broken and I just got angry."

The older sighed. "We'll get Pinky fixed, hmm?" Shiho nodded. "About you sharing everything with Shin, I'll apologize on behalf of mommy, daddy, and Shin. We thought it was alright, you are the older sister." Yuta explained as she stared at him. "We thought since Shin is still a baby, you can share your toys with him. When he grows up, we can teach him how to share his stuff with you."

"For now, we just want you to take care of Shin since he's still a baby. But you know, honey, when you both grow up Shin will be the one taking care of you." The girl just stared at him, still pouting and as if thinking deeply. Yuta smiled, she really does resemble you. “Mommy and I both love you equally, Shin just needed some more attention from mommy right now and I hope you understand that.”

“But daddy, I still hurt mommy.” She whined. “My teacher said that if you say something mean you’ll hurt the person inside. Maybe mommy is bleeding because of what I said. Do you think she’s hurt? Should we bring her to the doctors?”

Yuta chuckled at that. He didn’t know that he’ll have this conversation when she’s just seven years old. More importantly, he always envisioned this as you explain these things to your daughter, not him. “Well, mommy gets sick once a month. Blood comes out of her and she’s a little sensitive. It’s a normal thing for girls.”

“What happens when they don’t bleed every month?”

He hummed, thinking for a while. Is he right in explaining this? “They must be pregnant.”

A gasp escaped Shiho’s lips. “Daddy…” she called worriedly. “I’m pregnant.”

Yuta laughed at that. She’s so cute. “No, honey, it happens when you’re older. Right now, you don’t have it yet.” He explained while giggling. “When the time comes, mommy is going to help you and I’m going to lock you in our tower.”

“Why?”

“So you’ll have to bleed every month.” Yuta grinned as if proud of what he said but Shiho just stared at him curiously. The older kissed the top of the younger’s head. “Should we check if mommy is alright?”

The young girl shook her head. “I’m still scared. What if she’s still mad?”

Yuta smiled. “I’ll talk to mommy first. Can you help me clean up your toys outside?” The younger nodded. “Thank you, baby.” Her eyes glistened at that making him smile wider.

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You were stitching the ear of Shiho’s doll when Yuta came into your shared bedroom. He’s still in his work clothes and you feel bad that he had to deal with this drama the moment he came inside the house. “How are you feeling?” he asked so you stared at him curiously. “Your menstruation came early today.” He whispered while placing a kiss on the side of your head. He wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder as he back hugged you. “Shiho was so scared that you’re bleeding because of her.”

Wait, you thought, Shiho saw? “How is she?”

“She’s really your daughter, no doubt.” You had to glare at Yuta because of that but he chuckled. “Don’t worry, she already calmed down.” You nodded. No one can calm down Shiho but Yuta so you’re thankful that he came home at the right moment.

“I’m sorry about dinner. Can we just order some food?”

He smiled, nodding, as he hugged you tight. “I’m sorry.” What for? “This must be stressing you out. I’ll try to take more days off to help around the house.” He knew he doesn’t need to do that but you’re thankful. He nuzzled his head on your neck, making you smile. Yuta being this clingy is something that isn’t new to you. He was like this when he asked you to marry him and when he asked permission to have a child with him. “I love you. You are the best thing that happened to my life, Y/N. I can’t imagine having a life without you.”

“Do you need something?”

Yuta giggled. “First, you’re on your period. Second, having two kids is tiring already. So no, love, I just want to cuddle my wife and tell her how much I love her.” You smiled. You do love it when Yuta is being like this. But all things must come to an end and that is when Shin cried. “I’ll take care of Shin.” He said then kissed your cheek, “Should I prepare a warm bath for you?”

You shook your head, saying that you’ll take care of it. “I’ll order food and clean outside. Take some rest.”

“Thank you, Yuta.”

He shook his head, smiling at you. “Thank you, Y/N.”

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You had your bath, cleaned yourself up, and even prepared for bed. A knock on the door can be heard followed by your husband’s voice asking if he can enter and you nodded. He opened the door, your youngest child in his arms while the oldest shyly entered the room while holding a food tray. You helped her with the heavy object and she thanked you quietly.

Yuta sat on the other edge of the bed, rocking Shin who was nibbling a breadstick. He gave Shiho a look before the younger girl spoke up, “I’m sorry for shouting at you mommy. I’m just angry. I’m sorry.” Tears were welling up in her eyes and it broke your heart seeing that. “I still love you and Shin very much.”

“Come here.” You opened your arms as she went up to the bed and hugged you. “I’m sorry for shouting as well.” This is also your fault. She’s still young, not fully understanding things, yet you as an adult had to overreact. You should have explained everything to her calmly, not join her in her tantrums. Your daughter deserved better than you getting mad at the small things. “I’m sorry you had to cry.”

“I won’t do it again, I promise.” She said in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You kissed the top of her head, holding her in your arms and caressing her hair. “I don’t want you hurt as well so if mommy or daddy did something wrong or upset you, you can be mad at us. You can shout, you can cry, you can be scared. It’s normal, baby.”

“I missed you calling me baby.” She snuggled on your chest that startled you. Yuta laughed, watching the two of you. “You always call me noona. I thought you don’t love me anymore.”

It's now your turn to laugh at that. "I want Shin to hear the word noona so he can call you that easily." You explained as she exclaimed in awe, even Yuta looked surprised at what you said. "How can I not love you when you're my favorite girl in the world?" She giggled when you peppered her cheeks with kisses.

"Then who is your favorite boy in the world?" She asked innocently and you answered Mark's name in a teasing tone. "Mark samchon is also my favorite."

"Come on Shin, we're not needed here," Yuta claimed which made you laugh. Shin had to cry, struggling to get out of his arms. "Even Shin doesn't want me." He pouted and it was Shiho who laughed, giving her dad a breadstick.

"Nana." The three of you stopped then looked at the source of the sound. Shin repeated the word 'nana' while tapping Shiho's leg, asking for breadsticks. Yuta was quick on his feet, getting the polaroid camera.

"Did you hear that, mommy? Shin called me noona." You had to giggle at her excitement. That was the same feeling you had when they first said the word 'mama'. You heard the shutter of the camera, followed by a whirring of the photo paper. "I'll share my toys with you from now on, Shin." She whispered.

Speaking of toys, you stood up from the bed to get the pink rabbit from the drawer. You already sewed the ears of her plushie but the two were just looking at you in worry. "Mommy, does it still hurt?" She asked as you lightly glanced at your husband who mouthed ‘blood’ at you.

What? You already cleaned up. Why is your period like this? “Maybe you should get pregnant,” Shiho suggested that made you wide-eyed. Pregnant? Yuta shrugged, lying on the bed. “Daddy said it can stop you from bleeding.” Your husband laughed at that.

“Honey, being pregnant means having a baby in mommy’s tummy. Shin is still young, we can’t have another baby yet.” Yuta repeated the word yet that made you glare at him. “I’m fine, baby, don’t worry about me.”

Shiho nodded, smiling at the two of you then at Shin. She handed him a breadstick and he giggled, repeating the words ‘nana’ that made you smile. Yuta pulled you in his lap but you revolted. You’re bleeding. You might stain his jeans. “It’s just blood, no worries.” He whispered. “You were bleeding more when I took your virginity.” You had to lightly elbow his stomach.

Shiho was busy giving Shin some breadsticks as the younger babbled incoherent words. Yuta was feeding you and your daughter with sushi alternately when you heard her asked all of a sudden, “Then mommy, how can babies get inside mommies’ tummies?”

You had to glance at Yuta who laughed at the innocent question. God, she’s really growing up.

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joyfulhopelox · 4 years ago

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"I've never cried over a broken dryer before"- "and you better not start now"

gif not mine cr. belongs to owner

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: got nothing to say for myself really, just listened to a song, the idea hit me and i haven't written anything non science related in a decade so i gave it another go....that being said i realised i am awful at emotions lol. Side note i am from the UK so if some things seem off i apologise

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (College!AU/ University!AU)

Warnings: ? mentions of skin? terrible fluff and flirting attempts

Word count: idk, it would not stop ~4k

A bop. A bop and some alcohol. That is all you needed after a long tiring week of studying for finals and cramming for your practical assessments. This week had been the last week of exam season and you were more than grateful that it had ended. You did not particularly care about how you’ve done on the assessments. That was not your present self’s problem, that was something for future you to worry about. Presently you just wanted to take a nap and head out with your girlfriends on a night out to just dance and drink all the stress away.

You weren’t a drinker, not by a long shot. You barely touched alcohol once or twice a month, and that happened mainly when you would have a get together with your friends. It was hard not to get sucked in when everything around you was so loud and chaotic it made you want to be part of the chaos not just an observer. You’ve done the whole ‘being sober whilst your friends got drunk’ and you swore to yourself it would never happen again. Funny how nights out looked disgusting and cliche when you were actually awake to witness them. From the group who ended up dancing on the tables, to the group who dispersed to hunt for one night stands, to the group who decided to pass out at the bar or in the toilets and then you, the sober one left to pick everyone up and send them back home safely and make sure than no one got into a fight. You sometimes wondered how the hell you got home alright when you ended up actually drinking on these nights out as none of your friends seemed willing to stay sober and watch over you. For once, you were not going to question your luck and just roll with it.

Before you settled for a nap though you knew you had to go downstairs to do your washing. Being a student during exam season meant you were surviving on microwavable food, lots of caffeine, sugar in all sorts of forms and that your tiny dorm room looked as if a hurricane has passed through it with dirty clothes all over the place and bedding that has been left unwashed for at least 2 weeks. You felt disgusting and unfortunately the neat freak in you kicked in, unsuppressed anymore by your pre-exam anxiety. With a sigh you started undoing your bedsheets and stashing them in a basket along with other bits and pieces of clothes. Making sure that you got your laundry detergent and your key card you started lugging the basket out of your room praying to the Gods that the lift was not broken.

Living on the 8th floor had its perks, but not when you were in a sleep deprived hurry. All you could do is check the numbers going down to the lower ground hoping that the lift would not stop at any other floor. But of course your luck would run out, on 3rd floor the lift slowed down and stopped, making you release an angry huff. ‘Of course it would’ you muttered to yourself as the doors opened only to reveal a tall men impatiently tapping his foot. Huffing he too got into the elevator making you aware of his stature. He may have not been as tall as some of the men you’ve seen but he was clearly working out as his muscles made him look way broader than his stature permitted. A gym rat, you rolled your eyes and tried to move the laundry bag and yourself into the corner, the space feeling too cramped for your liking. The dragging sound of the bag made the person turn around and give you a curious glance which you dismissed quickly. You weren’t interested in conversing with strangers on a normal basis let alone a gym rat. Nothing against them, you just had nothing in common and your tired brain did not want to make up a polite small talk.

‘Lower ground?’ the person asked you, surprisingly the voice was soft and clear, something you had not expected of him. It made you glance at him, ‘yeah’ you nodded after composing yourself. The person nodded making their long bangs fall into their eyes which prompted the next two surprises for you; in an attempt to settle his bangs out of his face he not only revealed a muscular defined arm which you’d have to admit was kind of attractive- you’d have to be blind not to notice, but also an array of random tattoos all over his arm and hand. The other surprise hit you a moment later after you realised you’ve been staring at him for a second too long and you sniffed and turned your face away. The smell of alcohol was coming off of him strongly as if he’s been drinking for a few days straight and his pores exuded it. It took you all you had to not cough. Frat boy, gym rat- this guy was ticking all the ‘no no’ boxes and so regardless of how good looking he was he did not deserve second thoughts.

Your prayers being answered, you reached lower ground quicker than expected and you prepared yourself to rush out of the lift. However, the clothes basket was heavier than you’d thought so instead of a swift exit like you’ve planned, you closely resembled Santa dragging his toy sack.

‘Would you like some help with that?’ the guy who’d turned around and observed you amusedly as you struggled extended a hand in your direction. You huffed and dropped the basket on the floor and couldn’t help but notice the basket he held in one hand and how the effort made his muscles and veiny arms that much more noticeable. Hot.

‘’S all good thanks’ however, you were not going to accept his help. You just wanted to get these damn clothes in the wash so you could go and nap away the remainder of your post exam stress. The guy held your gaze for a second too long before he raised an eyebrow and looked unconvincingly at your basket and your face, which was red by now you’d presume. Then shrugging he carried on walking towards the laundry room getting further and further out of your view, and you could have sworn there was an extra spring in his step. That fucker.

After monumental efforts you managed to drag everything to the laundry room only to notice that it had been left propped open by an empty bottle. Entering with difficulty you made your way to the closest washer available and dropped the laundry basket on the floor with a relieved sigh. Bending down to start putting your clothes in, you could definitely hear a snicker behind you. Whas that….? Of course it was, you were the only two souls in there. Everyone else was probably either enjoying some much needed sleep or partying the evening away already. Deciding to ignore him you continued to pile your clothes into the machine and soon enough you got distracted so much so that you did not realise you had started humming.

‘Nice voice you got there, but do both of us a favour, leave it for when you’re on your own will you?’ another snicker from behind. Flustered you whipped around, ‘what?’ his gaze on you held a smouldering effect making you feel as if you were pinned down by just its sheer force. His dark eyes, whilst amused, were also narrowed on your form as if commanding you to listen to what he was saying. Your breath hitched and as much as you’d tried to shrug off the feeling and the temptation to not listen to him and turn around, you found yourself unable to. Trying to hold his gaze your eyes wavered for a split second when the tip of his tongue peeked out from between his lips to wet the lower one. A gesture so fleeting, done as if by habit, but paired with the intense gaze it had your throat constrict and your instincts had been to follow his moves, your own tongue coming out to lick your own suddenly dry lips.

Had you intended to do this to toy with him? No. Has it worked? Judging by the way his eyes travelled slowly and purposefully down your face towards your lips, you could swear it has. Refusing to give him more vulnerability than that you turned around with tremendous efforts and continued pilling clothes into the washer completely missing the way he stared at your ass that was now on display. Biting his lip he gave you another once over before returning to his own washing.

You couldn’t help to glance his way every time you would turn around to pick up more clothes out of the basket. He was sporting a concentrated face, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles were defined by the effort were making you breathless. However, what made your head spin and your heart to skip too many beats for it to be healthy was what happened next. You blame your bad luck - or good luck- for glancing at him only to catch him grab his shirt and give it a tentative sniff and a shrug. So he knew he reeked, but your snicker turned into a hiccup as soon as he had grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Normally a situation like this wouldn’t phase you, you have seen plenty of men naked. But this one, this one was a special one. His bunny like features, defined nose bridge, jawline and floppy but rugged hair were a complete contrast to his defined jawline and...oh lord….were those six or eight abs??

‘What in the name of abs are you doing?’ sputtering you turned to fully face him. What a mistake. He did the same so now you had a full frontal view, first row, VIP seat to his naked upper body. That was definitely a six abs package. Shrugging, which by lord made everything tense up in ways you did not need to see, he threw the longsleeve into the wash and slammed it shut. All that did not take more than 5 seconds but to you, it seemed like a slowed down eternity in which your eyes got a good view of a muscular anatomy.

‘What, it’s dirty and i’m doing my washing?’ he stated as if it was plain as day and absolutely normal to get naked in the laundry room.’In the name of abs? Should i be calling you a peeping Tom?’ A slow forming smirk that made him look dangerously mischievous made its way onto his face.

‘Pffft, what? I said in the name of gods, what are you on about? Why would I be looking at you, whilst you think it’s perfectly fine to strip in a public place??’ he laughed at your clear distress but chose to not to mention your choice of words. ‘Hardly public is it? There’s just you and i in here’ he rebutted whilst turning around to scan his laundry card onto the machine and pressed start. You scoffed indignantly, ‘what am i chopped liver? I’m not goddamn blind’ you mumbled, not for his ears but instead chose to say out loud, ‘what about the poor souls who will see you in the lift back up? Is that not a public place?’

Unbeknownst to you he had clearly heard your previous statement, his smirk once again widening, so you had actually been looking. Good. Clearing his throat he put on as much of a serious face as he could ‘I think it’s unfair to call them poor, this is not cheap accommodation, if they live here it is clear that they are anything but poor’ he knew what you’d meant by poor, but just the annoyed tick in your eyebrow that appeared at his statement was worth it. Choosing to stay silent instead of taking the bait, you returned to your laundry. Only to curse out loud- you had finished it and upon scouring your belongings haphazardly you realised your card was missing. Vaguely remembering you had only taken your room card you groaned, this was not how you’d intended to spend your afternoon before the party.

Without a second’s notice, a tattooed hand with a card appeared before your eyes and the washing machine burst to life. Indignantly you whipped your head around to look at the owner of said hand, ‘what are you doing?’ only to come face to face with the end of a defined collarbone and jawline. And by all that is saintfully just, the line of his throat was just as attractive as the whole of the man. Being this close to him rendered you absolutely useless, jumbled thoughts ranging from ‘i need to pay him back’ to ‘what is he even doing’ to settle in the end to a single thought which you also voiced out loud without even thinking. ‘Your moles are pretty’. You had managed to get past the expanse of his neck to the outline of his lower lip when you noticed his mole, and to your defense- it was cute, but with the whole package, cute is the last word you had in mind. More like- it added a completeness that you would not think he needed but there it was.

He swallowed thickly, enjoying for a second too long the glazed look you had on your face as you said that. ‘And you have nice eyes’ he retaliates even though this is the first time he’s had a closeup look at them. Bright and sparkly, unknown to the both of you, a mirror of each other’s. Sparkly with a promise of something. Something which would have to wait for….if you had your way, forever, if he had his way- a second. You finally willed your legs to step aside and away from the unclothed man.

‘Uh-thanks’ you never stutter, but something about the heavy and thick air around makes it hard to take controlled breaths. ‘For the washing i mean’ you correct yourself. You will never admit to him out loud that him complimenting your eyes made your heart stumble and your brain freeze. You turned around to escape the situation, completely missing the amused expression on the man’s face. ‘You are welcome’ he extends his hand out walking to your side not missing the way you try to put some distance in between the two of you.

‘I’m Jungkook’ he smiles, a complete 180 from his appearance, his smile was warm and genuine, the type of smile that is reflected not only in his eyes but his whole face. His nose scrunches up too cutely, you think to yourself. He somehow resembles a bunny? Mustering up all the courage and bravery your heart still had, you grasp his hand. Hm, soft, odd for a gym head. You knew what he was asking for, but you would not give it to him. As cute as he is, you still tried to tell yourself you were unimpressed. ‘And i’m a poor soul who lives in this block of flats’ you mutter ‘i will pay you back for the washing’.

As soon as you reached your tiny cramped room and settled down for that nap you’ve been craving, you could not help but replay the last words he said to you, sounding way too smug for his own good. ‘Is that you telling me to put a shirt on for your sake?’

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Nice and Warm

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: It’s extremely fluffy. The smut is fluffy too, but it’s raw, hot, and deep. Sorry the ending sucks too. Enjoy🙃

You and Harry absolutely adored being wrapped around each other. There was a warm feeling that came along with this closeness that you and Harry always craved. Now this warm feeling was already very much present when you two were simply in each others presence. But when you and Harry ventured out into your favorite way of connecting and being together (which was very often), this warmth was elevated to a level that was very pleasing and appealing to you both. This form of closeness that you and Harry were ever so fond of was cockwarming. You two couldn’t get enough of being wrapped around each other like this. You and Harry’s need to be close to each other was beyond met when you two did this. There was an insurmountable warmth that came along with having him inside you, sheathing his cock with your walls (or on rare occasions your mouth). It didn’t even matter if his cock was hard or soft, Harry was always willing to pull his cock out from his pants. It didn’t matter if you were still a little sore from Harry pounding into you, or if it was that time of the month and you were having some serious cramps (that was one of Harry’s favorite times; he liked helping with easing your cramps, and your walls were a bit warmer than usual), you always welcomed his cock filling you up. You two were so in sync with this readiness to be around each other that neither of you had to say a word. You two would just give one another a distinct look and you both would immediately begin adjusting yourselves so that you could be wrapped around each other. This was you guys’ happy medium. It was a form of intimacy for you two that combined the physicality of being together in the highest possible way and the emotional aspect of being together and enjoying each others company to form a different, more complete way of being close to one another.

Now even though you two were a bit spontaneous when it came to cockwarming, you and Harry still had special times and places that were for almost mandatory cockwarming.

Before bed was an absolute necessity for you and Harry. Along with the warm feeling that came along with being close to each other like this, cockwarming also made you two calm and comfortable. That’s why it was an absolute must for you two to do this whenever you slept together; which was every night. It helped you two completely wind down in each other, relax, and drift off into a peaceful sleep. Aside from doing this before bed, you and Harry made sure to take every opportunity you two had to cockwarm. When you guys had breakfast in the morning was one of those times. You’d take your panties off, Harry’d pull his shorts off, and you’d then sink down onto his soft cock for the second time that morning before digging into your breakfast. Afterwards, you’d lift yourself off of his cock and put your panties on. Harry’d pull up his pants and you two would go on with the rest of your day. If you two were at home for most of the day, the cockwarming would be endless. But like today, the two of you weren’t always able to be with each other all day long which meant that the cockwarming was limited to twice in the morning (the first time upon waking up, and the second time during breakfast), and later on in the evening when you two were finally able to spend more time together.

After coming home, showering, and changing into some comfortable clothes, you and Harry agree on having a relaxing little date night together. By the time you two finish cooking a little something for dinner and downing a couple glasses of wine in the process, you both are a little bit on the tired and tipsy side. But even thought this was the case, you and Harry still managed to remove any unecessary clothing items so that you two could cockwarm. It’d become a habit that was engrained in your minds. For most of the duration of dinner, the two of you just sit at the table and talked about your days while sharing a couple kisses in between.

“Wanna cuddle?” Harry asks through a mumble, tightening his arm around your waist and dropping his head into your shoulder.

“Mhm. Can we lay on the couch though, I don’t think I can climb up the stairs.” You sigh, bringing your hand down to his that was on the side of your waist.

“Of course baby.” Harry coos, lifting his head up a little to sponge a kiss into your neck.

“Well m’gonna go to to the bathroom first.” You mumble back to him before slowly pulling yourself off of his soft cock and standing up. You don’t even bother picking your panties up and putting them back on. You already know that there going to come off and Harry’s going to push back into you.

“Okay baby.” Harry hums in response. While you’re taking care of your business in the bathroom, Harry decides to clean up a little bit before you come back. He quickly clears the table and places the little bit of dishes you two just used for dinner into the kitchen sink before heading into the living room to wait for you. He then crashes down onto the couch and decides to flip through Netflix in an attempt to find something that you two hadn’t already watched. His search is cut short though when you come into the living room.

“I see you didn’t bother to put on pants either.” You point out, nodding your head towards his naked lap.

“Makes both of our lives a bit easier right?” Harry shrugs, turning from his side to his back so that you could get on top of him.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You agree with him, lifting the bottom of your shirt up a bit so that he could see your bare pussy. When he sees your cunt, Harry’s cock gets a little bit excited and he feels himself getting a little hard.

“Now can we cuddle now? Miss havin’ you on me baby.” Harry redirects the conversation. Instead of making a response to his statement, you swing your leg over his lap and you straddle his hips. You then lift yourself up a bit and you reach one of your hands down to feel around for his cock. “Want me to line it up for you darling?” Harry offers sweetly.

“Please?” You pout down to him. You give up on feeling around for his cock and you let Harry do it all for you.

“Of course.”Harry instantly obliges. He then reaches into his lap and he wraps a hand around his soft cock and he lines it up with your entrance. When you feel his thick crown nudging at your entrance, you begin to slowly sink down onto him, sheathing him with your warm and very welcoming walls. The both of you let out a few small moans here and there from how amazing it felt to be back around each other like this, even if it was only less than 10 minuets ago. Once he’s fully inside, you lay down against his chest with your head turned in the direction of the tv.

“I really like having you inside me.” You hum happily, feeling his cock pushing right into the deepest end of your pussy.

“I love being inside you too sweet girl.” Harry coos, pushing his hand up underneath your shirt to stroke your back. The two of you continue to lie there together, flipping through movie after movie on Netflix to find something that you both haven’t seen and can agree on. “Wanna watch this one? We’ve already seen it but you can’t go wrong with it.” Harry suggests, stopping at a romcom that you two had seen about twice before.

“That’s fine, it’s not like were gonna be up for that much longer anyway.” You reply through a yawn, cuddling further into Harry as well.

And your prediction ended up being spot on. You and Harry were only about thirty minuets into the movie before you two were out for the count. The both of you fell asleep as you two cuddled and cockwarmed. This is why you two loved to do it at night before bed. It put you two right to sleep.

When the next morning came around, you woke up a little bit before Harry. You were brought out of your sleep when you felt Harry’s cock begin to harden inside of you. Even though you could’ve cared less about whether or not Harry was hard when he pushed into you, you still managed to favor him being soft when he pushes into you at first. You loved feeling him get hard inside you. You could feel him growing and stretching your walls to fit his larger size. Once he was fully hard inside you, you could feel him nudging a bit harder against your sweet spot that was in the deepest part of you. Feeling this caused you to squirm a bit against him, causing Harry to wake up too. He could feel your walls contracting and slightly moving around him and he couldn’t help but wake up.

“Feel good down there sweetheart?” Harry grumbles, brining his hand down to give your backside a small squeeze.

“So good.” You hum, lifting your head up from his chest. When you do this, your face his hovering right on top of his. Harry’s eyes then open and the first thing he sees is your face. Your features still have a little tinge of sleep left in them but for the most part, you’re fully awake and absolutely beautiful to Harry.

“Good morning beautiful.” Harry greets you, bringing his hand that wasn’t on your backside up to cup the side of your face.

“Good morning handsome.” You greet him back with a smile, lowering your face down to press your lips against his. When you slot your lips with his, the both of you fully awaken. It’s like the kiss gives you both an energy boost. Even though it’s not rushed, this kiss between the two of you manages to send little tingly shocks through your bodies. It completely awakens you both, motivating you and Harry to go farther than just kissing this morning. Even though you wanted to continue feeling Harry’s tongue softly glide against yours and continue listening to the soft smacking of your wet lips against his, you just wanted to cuddle a bit more. So you pull away from his mouth and you nestle your head into his shoulder. “I love feeling your cock grow inside me in the morning.” You hum randomly.

“You do baby?” Harry asks, deciding to continue this conversation so that he could hear more about how much you loved having him inside you.

“So much. You’re already pretty deep when you’re all soft, but you’re even deeper when you’re hard. Plus you give me a nice stretch when you grow.

“That’s nice to know.” Harry hums delightedly. He had a little bit of a praise kink so he was always fishing for little compliments from you. “What else do you like baby?” He presses further, wanting to hear more about what you liked.

“I like being full and having you in my tummy. Your cock is right against my sweet spot too.” You continue.

“You like this baby?” Harry asks before clenching his muscles up a little bit down there. By doing this, Harry was able to slightly twitch his cock inside you. And since you said that he was right against your sweet spot, he was able to tickle you a little bit from within; which resulted in a little giggle from you.

“Oh my- that tickles Harry.” You laugh, tightening your walls up at the feeling.

“You like when I tickle you baby.” Harry chuckles, continuing to clench his muscles up.

“Mhm.” You mumble through your small laughs.

“How about this?” Harry asks, raising his hips up a little to push his cock into you a bit more.

“Mhm.” You mumble, except this time it’s through a moan. Instead of replying to you, Harry wraps an arm around your back and lifts you both up so that he’s sitting on the couch with you in his lap. “Oh my god.” You pant under your breath, feeling him completely inside of you from this angle.

“Feel good sweet girl?” Harry asks, beginning to slowly push you back and forth against his cock.

“So good.” You whimper softly into his shoulder. You had your warms wrapped around his neck and you just moved with with the way he moved you.

“Feel nice and and warm and tight baby.” Harry pants lightly, continuing to move you on him. “Such a perfect little pussy for my cock.” He continues. He then brings both hands down to your ass and begins to slowly move you up and down on him. The both of you couldn’t put into words just how good you were feeling. The both of you were able to fully experience the pleasure that came from being around each other. You got to not only feel his cock grow inside you, but also move and pleasure you. Whenever he lifted you up, he made sure to push the rest of his cock up into you. Even the way he gripped onto the flesh of your ass was amazing. He made you feel safe and taken care of. You always felt this way, but this morning your senses and emotions were heightened and you were a little more sensitive than normal.

Harry was feeling beyond good right now. As he continued to move your body on his cock, he got to feel your walls contract and dampen around his cock. He got to perfectly hear your moans and whimpers since your face was burrowed in his neck.

“Wanna see your pretty body baby. Gonna let me take this shirt off of you?” Harry asks softly. When he feels you nod yes against his shoulder, he continues to move his hips against you but he gently peels your arms from around his neck. He keeps a firm yet gentle grip on your hip while he bunches the large white t-shirt up and off of you.

“What about yours?” You ask him meekly, reaching down to the hem of the shirt he was wearing.

“Take it off me baby.” Harry softly instructs, removing his hand from your waist so that you could do it. Once his shirt is off of, Harry focuses back in on you. He then pulls you back into his chest, allowing you both to feel each others warm skin against yourself. As you two rock your hips into each other, you manage to reach down and lift Harry’s hand up to your chest that was pressed against his. When he feels your breast against your hand he loosens his arm from around your back, allowing you to move back a little so that he could fondle the area. Feeling his strong hand around your breast, feeling his cock move deep inside you and hearing his deep moans were pushing you right to the brink of your release.

“M’gonna cum.” You huff through your whimpers.

“Me too baby. Let go with me sweet girl.” Harry coaxes, continuing to swirl his thumb around your nipple. “Look a’me baby.” He instructs when he feels your walls contracting a bit more. You then slowly but surely shift your head back down and open your eyes to look right into his as you let go. “I love you baby.” Harry lastly whispers before leaning in and connecting his lips with yours. The two of you then proceed to release the mounting pressure that you both were holding deep inside the pits of your stomachs. As you and Harry cum, you swallow each others moans and you just ride the waves of your releases together.

For the next hour or so, the two of you just sit there together. Continuing the cuddling, kissing, and talking from earlier. Making sure to keep each other nice and warm.

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